Chapter 23— Second Branch

Prior reported to the castle promptly at noon. It was now only four

branches high, having settled one level. The demoness appeared, ravishingly beautiful. But he knew better than to give her any leeway; he had to go for as fast and certain a victory as he could manage.

“We meet again,” the Second Branch said. “I believe you know better than to try that laughing gas on me; my sense of humor is negligible. There is also no need for you to attempt sex with me. This is a different kind of encounter.” “I’m aware of that,” Prior said tightly. “Where’s Tantamount?” “Your delightful woman? She remains in good health.” She gestured, and Tantamount appeared, lovely in a close-fitting gown. Her baby was at her left breast, but there was something obscuring her right breast. It looked like a small reptile. “True?” he asked her. “I have not been mistreated,” she said. “But this is a demon lizard whose teeth will slowly close on my breast as time passes, crushing the nipple and destroying its effectiveness for nursing. It will be exceedingly painful.” “This is what she told you to say?” “Yes. But it is also true.” He had no doubt of it. “Let’s get to it, bitch,” he said to the demoness,

and stepped into the pentagram, naked. The demoness joined him, her gown evanescing. She embraced him and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Startled, he braced for a bite, but it turned out to be a straight kiss. Her perfect breasts pressed into his chest, and her groin touched his, causing his penis to react. Her body lifted so that she was

his height. “Hey—I thought you said no sex!” “Perhaps I changed my mind. I understand you are a good lover. If you

press hard and persistently, maybe you can penetrate my tight little pussy.” His penis was stiffening. “We’re supposed to be fighting! What kind of

trick is this?” She ran her hands down along his back, cupping his buttocks. “One of us will surely perish by the end of this engagement. Why not glean a bit of pleasure along the way?” Her bottom shifted, allowing his erect member to lodge in her cleft, which was warm and slick.

He couldn’t help himself. He thrust, and the tip of his member did man age to nudge into her aperture. It wasn’t quite as taut as Tantamount’s urethra had been, and was yielding slightly to his urgency. He thrust again, and got it in another inch. Her tight hole was stretching to accommodate him in a way it hadn’t at their prior encounter. Apparently she could let a man in if she chose. But he hardly trusted this. “What’s the catch?”

“How can there be a catch?” she inquired, kissing his ear. “To win this contest, one of us must get a posterior close to the other’s face. This is not feasible while we are sexually connected.”

His body kept thrusting despite his distrust. He jammed in another inch. Then the orgasm overtook him, and he sent his semen into her close chamber.

“Smartly accomplished,” she murmured. Her firm vagina loosened fur ther, and his pumping member slid in to full depth as it completed its fluid delivery. “You are indeed an apt partner. I am discovering my own climax.” Her body heated, her vagina clenched, and she breathed harder. “Oh, yes, yes!” She found his mouth again for a passionate kiss. “You didn’t even bite,” he said after a moment. “I was tempted, believe me. But I wanted the fuck more than the bite, at this moment. Of course I could still form teeth in my cunt and bite your pecker off.” Prior froze, appalled. She laughed. “But it’s against the rules for this sort of engagement. Real cunts don’t have teeth, so mine can’t either, or I forfeit the match. Had you going there a moment, didn’t I!”

“You did. I’m sorry I had to do that, then. Biting you, I mean. This is much nicer.”

“Thank you. Sometimes it is indeed possible to mix pleasure with busi ness, however fleetingly.”

He was, amazingly, almost getting to like her. Then he looked past her flaring hair and saw Tantamount wincing. “The biting lizard!” he exclaimed. “You’re stalling so it can hurt her!”

“Curses, foiled again,” she said, laughing. Suddenly all pressure ceased and he felt his penis dribbling into space. Her center section had dematerialized.

Yet it had been one fine fuck. Furious that he had fallen for this diver sion, Prior grabbed her—and his hands passed through her body without resistance. “Huh?”

“I am doing what I should have done a year ago,” she said. “Spot dema terializing so that you can’t manhandle me. But I’m glad we were able to connect before things got serious; there’s something special about mortal sperm.”

“You really wanted the fuck?” he asked as he grabbed again, with similar lack of effect. “You weren’t lying so as to stall me longer?”

“Yes, actually. I knew it would not be feasible after our match was done, so it had to be at the outset. I thank you for a nice event. But now, alas, I must dispatch you.” She caught his ears and yanked his head down toward her crotch. Prior heard a fart. He yanked back, getting clear. “No you don’t, bitch!” “Yes I do, man thing. You can’t pin me, but I can pin you when you get tired.” She put her hands on his shoulders and leaped up in the manner of a cheerleader, her legs swinging forward. She caught his head between her plush thighs.

He found himself staring into her open cleft, from which a driblet of his seminal fluid leaked. It was a fascinating view; the hole had not yet quite recovered from the stretching he had given it. By similar token, his face was close to her cutely puckered rectum, which now loosened enough to blow out a small but potent fart.

Danger! He held his breath, put his two hands on her knees, and pried them apart. They dematerialized—but that cost them their purchase on him, and she fell down, barely righting herself before hitting the floor.

“Nice ploy, man thing. You made me waste a good fart. But I’ll get you in the end, ha-ha.”

Meanwhile the toothy lizard was slowly biting down on Tantamount’s nipple. He had to finish this soon.

He grabbed her again, and his hands passed through her again. It looked as if he were punching through her breast and out her back, then hooking down to goose her bottom from the inside. Meanwhile she was maneuvering to get that bottom into his face again.

She tripped him. Surprised again, he fell backward to the ground. She leaped on him, her breasts on his crotch, her thighs parting to frame his head. He saw her rectum loosen; she was about to fart, and this time she had him more securely pinned. Because wherever he tried to push her off, she had no substance. She was solid only where she chose to be, and that was in her ass.

Spire, I’m in trouble , he thought.
GOT IT, the Spire gouted. It let out a windy fart. The demoness held her breath; Prior felt her soft breasts stop heaving against his belly. But this wasn’t the final fart; it was a fixative fart, nullifying her ability to spot dematerialize. Then Prior put his hands on her legs, pushed her over, and got out from under. Quickly he squatted by her now-upturned face and issued the coup-de-fart.

She was still holding her breath. There was a slight wind; it was likely to dissipate the gas before she breathed it. So he put his fingers on her ribs below her breasts and tickled.

“Eeeek!” she giggled, then took a breath, perforce—and popped out of existence.

Prior stood, relieved yet paradoxically also saddened by his victory. The demoness could have been a lot of fun, had she not been his enemy.

He went over to Tantamount. The lizard’s teeth were just starting to prick the flesh of her breast and nipple. He reached for it.

“Don’t touch it!” she said. “It’s primed to chomp hard when touched. That’s why I didn’t dare.” He pondered briefly. “Get down,” he said. “I’ll have to fart it off.” She sat on the ground. He aimed his rear at her breast. “Hold your breath.”

Then the Spire let fly with a small addendum. The lizard dropped off, stunned. “Oh, Prior!” Tantamount said. “Thank you!” He laughed. “I fart on you, and you thank me.” “And now I’ll kiss you.” She stood, stepped into his arms, raised her

face—and disappeared. “Tomorrow at noon,” the Third Branch said grimly.