Chapter 10 #2
“Use? Use? Does it look like I’ll be walking into town in the foreseeable future? Blending in with the mortals? You turned me into a fucking pumpkin devil.”
“It can’t be all that bad. Maybe it will help you to defeat Itrimort. Or, I don’t know. You look strong. Surely no man is as strong as you.”
“I wouldn’t expect to match the strength of a man because I AM NO MAN.” The force of his words has me squeezing my eyes shut.
“Stop yelling! I told you I will do whatever it takes to make this right! I’ll get more ingredients. This time a man’s seed.”
“And how will you procure that?” His voice is harsh and cold.
How will I do that? I need a man to finish, sexually. Maybe if Leed forgives me, I could collect it off the sheets, or…
“Innocent little Emeline. Have you ever touched a man’s spend? Ever felt it rain down on your skin or slide, hot and thick down the back of your throat?”
Warmth fills my cheeks. The only time I’ve really seen it was when it was dripping between my legs after our encounter against the tree. “No.”
“No? Let’s change that. Educate our innocent nightingale. Shall we find out if I’m still able to produce such things?”
My eyes drop to his groin. A long, horribly thick green gourd juts up from between his muscle-laden thighs. Pale orange stripes run along its length, leading down to a dark bulbous region where it meets his pelvis. Two small orange pumpkins are settled at the base.
The spell even gave him a pumpkin cock. My stomach roils as I stare at the abomination. The oversized gourd looks hardly anything like a human appendage. “You…you think you can use that thing?”
“You will help me find out,” Fierdon snaps back.
My mouth goes dry. “How?”
“We will test this new body and everything it has to offer. Together. It is the least you can do.”
“I’m not touching that thing. It’s too big. You’ll…I can’t… Please, it was an accident.” Genuine fear laces my blood. Fierdon’s expression shifts slightly. He looks down, gripping the new length with his oversized hand.
“Perhaps you’re right to be terrified.” He rubs the bottom of his new face as he thinks and thinks. The light in his eyes flickers. “We will start with something smaller.”
He tears off the pumpkin head again. I wince, watching the vines rip. He sets it on the ground so that the front is facing his body.
“Sit.” With the head detached, his voice booms in the air around me.
I drop to my knees.
“Not on the ground,” he growls. “On. My. Stem.”
The small, twisted knob sticks up from the top of the pumpkin. “Absolutely not.” I gasp. “It’s too weird. It looks uncomfortable.”
“Almost as weird and uncomfortable as being turned into a fucking pumpkin.” Fierdon’s triangular eyes narrow. “Sit. Now.”
Guilt heats my cheeks. He has a point. It’s my fault we’re in this situation. Still, I’m hesitant to touch this new thing he’s become. Sitting on a pumpkin stem? Putting that type of thing inside myself? “I can’t.”
“I can make you.”
There’s something much darker in his tone than there was before. Goosebumps cover my body. Fear spikes through my gut. I jump to my feet and straddle the pumpkin, lowering myself until I’m just above it. “Fierdon…”
He stalks toward me, stroking himself. I throw my hands up. “Okay, okay.”
I’m grimacing as I squat until I’m seated on the top. It’s as weird as I expected. The inch or so of stem pushes in me like a nubby finger.
“Ugh, Fierdon.” I feel ridiculous. Folding my arms, I bite out a terse, “You wanted me humiliated as payback for making you a pumpkin, right? Well here we are. Happy?”
“Not yet. Grind your hips.”
I laugh. That’s got to be a joke. “You want me to ride your stem?”
“Less questions, more obeying. Like I said, I can make you.” He reaches his hands toward me.
“No! I’ll do it myself.” I don’t know what’s in store if that monstrous body gets a hold of me. As dumb as I feel, I try to do what he says. Rolling my hips over the small wooden piece, I can’t help but whine. “This is too weird.”
Fierdon groans. The sound is long and low. I stop.
“Can you feel that?”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he barks.
I quickly start up again. As I ride, something changes.
The stem begins to grow.
Fierdon
Everything about this body is foreign. When I begged for a visible physical form, I wasn’t expecting to be turned into a vegetable. Or is it a fruit? Who fucking cares. My body is green, my head is a pumpkin, my cock is a gourd.
It’s a disaster.
Fucking Emeline and her goddamned pumpkin seeds. I asked her if she was winging anything else. She looked horrified when she saw me. More than that, there was guilt in those hazel eyes. I know she didn’t do it on purpose, but her mistake has cost me my human fucking body.
More than a twisted physical form, my thoughts are even more twisted than before.
I ripped off my head without thought. Some part of me must have known it wouldn’t kill me.
By some miracle, I’m still able to see her from where I stand, having sight from both my body and severed head simultaneously.
Now I have her fucking herself on my stem.
I’m sick. Sick and turned on, and fucking confused.
The orange fire burning behind my eyes bursts forward, changing to a bright green.
Is the color change a response to my arousal?
What I imagined to be a sort of punishment by making Emeline ride my stem is quickly becoming something strangely more erotic than I imagined.
To my great surprise, I can control the size of the stem.
The more aroused I am, the thicker and longer it grows.
Emeline gasps, temporarily halting as she feels the new stem filling her up. She plants her feet, intending to rise.
“Uh, uh, uh.” Vines shoot out from beneath the severed head, wrapping around her wrists and pulling her back down. Vine control? That’s a neat trick. My stem slams inside and she cries out.
All I have to do is think it and the vines grow easily from the severed head. Interesting. I test them. My separated body is able to produce vines too. They grow from my hands, back, thighs. That’s…new.
“Fier,” Emeline whines.
She made me a monster. She will have to deal with the consequences of her actions. “You’re not standing back up until that wicked pussy has come all over my stem.”
She protests, “No, I can’t do that.”
“You can. You must. Move your hips. Or would you rather I test my new cock between those pouty lips ?” I take another menacing step toward her, fisting the overly thick gourd and aiming it toward her mouth.
Her eyes widen, fear flickering past. Fuck, I love how terrified she looks. She quickly begins moving again.
Her actions are awkward at first. I adjust the stem, finding that I can alter its shape and size at will. Experimenting, I shorten it a bit, adding thickness to the base. Her body reacts, movements evening out. As an afterthought, I curve the stem forward.
“Oh!” Emeline gasps and the first trace of her arousal drips down, coating me.
My tongue slides out, reaching to my face and lapping up her essence.
I expect to feel a tug when my tongue has reached its full length.
The sensation does not come. How long is this thing?
I stretch it farther and farther. The tip connects with Emeline’s clit and she practically falls off.
If it weren’t for my vines, she would surely be on the ground.
Oh this is divine. I lap at her clit while she fucks my stem.
Small mewling whimpers break free from her throat as my tongue works her. The quivering of her walls has precum squirting from my cock tip. Were those seeds I just saw? Fucking hell. Am I going to come pumpkin guts from now on?
Emeline’s whimpers turn into full moans as she soars closer to climax.
Grinding against my stem, being licked from top to bottom, it creates the perfect storm for my nightingale.
She starts to climax, pussy squeezing around me, cum dripping down.
The feel of her tight walls gripping my stem is almost as glorious as if it were my cock itself.
But then she pulls back, stopping herself from coming fully. She looks down.
Is she still having issues with my new form? Or is she unwilling to come on the stem of a monstrous jack-o’-lantern? She owes me this and every other depraved act I ask of her.
“I know you’re close. Don’t fight it.”
She squirms. “Fier—”
“Clench your cunt.” The spike of fear when I snarl my words only makes her scent sweeter.
Her walls contract, the simple dominant command mixing with the shift of her hips and triggering an orgasm that sends her eyes rolling back.
Even the whites of her eyes are sexy to me. I’m down bad for my nightingale.
As Emeline’s muscles relax, she melts. Her full weight drops over my stem and she yelps. I’m quick to shorten it. The feel of her soft ass settling on top of me so fully fills me with daydreams of her riding my face like she just rode my stem.
“Up.”
Emeline’s legs are wobbly as she moves off of me, making it easy for me to push her onto all fours.
I lift my head back to my neck, delighted at how quickly it reattaches.
Power courses through me with every step, radiating from the earth below.
Regaining my strength has happened much more quickly than I anticipated.
Currents of magic and strength flow up from the very ground.
Pumpkins sprout from the earth, dotting the landscape around us.
Several grow beneath Emeline, supporting her body.
Am I tapping into the earth itself? Does it recognize me as one of its own now that I’m more plant than man?
Whatever the reason, I feel strong. Dangerously strong.
My nightingale looks like the devil’s treat bent over in front of me, hands resting on the pumpkins I’ve conjured. I swallow, adjusting to my new body. I’ll need to tamper down my strength if I don’t want to break her in half or spear her all the way through on a vine.
The grotesque new appendage pulsing between my vine-thickened thighs jumps with need. It won’t fit. I judge the width of her stance. It could never fit. I stare at her exposed cunt. I’ll make it fit.
My hips plant behind her. She simpers with anticipation. My strange new hands grip her hips, kneading the excess of soft flesh there. She’s trembling beneath my ministrations.
The first nudge of my tip elicits delighted and fearful sounds from us both. My hips push forward. Please don’t let me tear her in two.
A woman’s screams halt my actions. Another scream meets the first.
Emeline’s head whips side to side.
“Something is happening.”