Chapter 16: The Cave
"Here's an environment you should be more familiar with," September said to Junk.
"Why do you say that?"
"Isn't it obvious?" April stepped in and told him as the three members of the party walked through this underground crevasse in the cave The Witch Queen had found for them in the middle of the woods. September was lighting the way through the darkness. She was doing so by using her jack-o-lantern shaped breastplates. In the dark, she had the ability to make shine. She let them shine bright with a vibrant and crimson orange color in the dark. Then, she used her leafy scepter as a crotch to support her body. She didn't have any trouble walking nor travelling normally, but this rocky terrain in this crevasse made it a lot harder for her.
"I wasn't born in a cave-like this. I was born in a prison," the Minotaur explained to the two, both of them. Something they already know. No one was born in a prison, save for him, of course.
"No. We know. It's not about that. It's because most Minotaurs live in places like this. Not exactly underground caves, but dungeons. Mazes, to be specific," the green-haired elvish ranger explained to him.
"That's stupid," Junk immediately replied to her.
"Look: I'm not saying living in a dungeon is the best thing ever, but this is what I studied and a lot of other people studied regarding Minotaurs," April continued explaining to him.
"I don't want to live in a dungeon or a maze," he stated.
"No? You wouldn't want to do like a regular bull who didn't grow up in a prison? I mean, prison is not too far from that."
"I'm fucking tired of walls surrounding me. So, no dungeons for me. I'm bummed out we had to enter this cave and run away from the mob and the soldiers. Why couldn't we stand against them and fight for our lives? After having been imprisoned for so long, I never want to have to be oppressed again," Junk explained to the two girls.
"Junk. Sweetie. You are a strong bull. A heck of a muscle ball, but you couldn't take on all of them at the same. I couldn't either. September might have been able to. I know you are a proud fella, but escaping in this cave was the right idea. They can't follow us here," April said as she continued following September. Junk was behind her. Closing their formation and ironically acting as some kind of moving wall behind the group. Junk never wanted to be imprisoned again. He never wished to be surrounded by walls again. Yet, he felt like everything was closing in on him again. It was the cavern. The cave was his new prison, and he preferred being anywhere else than here. Anywhere else, but this underground prison.
"I could have massacred all of them. Oh, trust me," September stepped back into their conversation and made this remark. This remark that was so important to her.
"Of course, you could have done it," April told her.
"Next time. Don't worry about it," she said, completely calmed. She was frustrated a bit, but she was entirely in control.
"So, going back to the dungeon idea, the thing that interest the most in this, I think that in another life, I'd really love to have been a Minotaur," April admitted to the Junk. Specifically.
"What would you even want to be like me?" Junk asked her.
"Well, being a bull woman is not truly what I have in mind, but some kind of milky cow? Why not? But either way, I believe I would have loved to be born in a dungeon or live in one at least," April continued explaining what she meant by that to him.
"But why would you want to give everything for a dungeon life? It doesn't make any sense," he couldn't understand her at all.
"Sure. I was born in an elvish region. I lived in a village in the trees. It was nice. It was beautiful. But in a lot of ways, it was too gorgeous. Sometimes, I wished I would have been taken when I was a bit younger. Stolen. Kidnapped. Oh God," she was overheating. Her cheeks turning all red. Something was up. She was becoming wetter and wetter by the second as she continued to walk at the center of the group. Junk noticed she was having a bit more trouble travelling with them. "Only thinking about it is turning me on," she said, her voice turning hornier and hornier as she embraced herself by wrapping her very own arms around her body. Around her voluptuous chest. Closing her eyes. Continued walking. Staying in line. More or less. Occasionally failing some of her steps and accidentally bumping into her Witch Queen in front of her. September didn't say anything about it. Nor did she. Nobody did. April was too busy thinking about her own personal sexual fantasy that was currently building in her head. Junk was front and center of those fantasies, for sure. "What if I was kidnapped when I was younger by a tall and dominant monster? Exactly like you, in fact. What if he had brought me into his dungeon and turned me into his slave? That would have been a decent outcome for me," April continued, speaking like a dirty elvish whore.
"You're so cute, April," he told her.
"You got it. Think about it. You have been pulled into a renegade team which includes a true demon. You got all of it," September looked back while continued walking and told her.
"Oh! That's right! I was never taken by a demon, but I can still be turned into Junk's slave! That idea isn't too late. Right?" the over-excited elf recently realized what had happened during the past few days. April thought she would have been living all by herself in the woods for far longer. To her surprise, she was now on a quest. With a handsome demon. Exactly the kind of thrills she had been hoping for, for the past few months she had been living in her lonely cabin in the middle of the woods.
"I've been a prison for so long. I have to know: Do most elves are like you?" Junk asked her, getting excited to the idea of meeting more elves such as her. The more he could breed with, the better.
"You could say that. But a lot of them are scared of monsters," April was fully honest with him. Not sugar-coating it.
"All of them are big, horny sluts though," September turned her head around while continuing to walk and smirked at her.
"Now, that part is right though, September," April admitted.
"As soon as we are out of trouble, I'm going to have you, Junk, breed again with April. We have no time to lose," the witch said.
"So, no, we don't need any more rest or recovery time for her? Not that I am demanding for any recovery for her," he said to her. The three members of the party had been walking into this dark underground tunnel for several minutes now. The bright orange light coming out of the jack-o-lantern breastplates, September wore were slowly beginning to fade away. Their light was running out. Soon, they would all be pulled into complete darkness.
"Damn. We are running out of light. My mana is pretty low right now," she admitted to herself while looking down at her own breastplates, whispering to herself. "No recovery. We have a limited amount of time to breed a new army, so we can move on the offensive and re-take the guild and then the rest of the kingdom," The Witch Queen told him. Repeating to him what their ultimate goal was.
"Sounds great to me," the Minotaur saw no issues with that whatsoever. He was incredibly horny, and he still wasn't having as much as sexy as his body and his urges were telling him to.
"So, to sum everything up, I can really become Junk's slave at one point after we completed our mission?" April asked.
"Yes. This will be a great endgame for you, I believe."
"Yeah! Awesome!" April said as she jumped into the air. Waving her arms around. Blushing like crazy. She turned to Junk and hugged him tightly. Had her own face smashed against his muscular body. "I am so happy about it. This is worth the entire world to me. Gosh. I wish I could be sucking your cock right now. I can smell it from here. It smells so pronounced. So strong. Beautiful," she said.
"In a minute. We are almost there," September mentioned.
"I know we are running away from the general, his knights and the other people, but what are we doing here in this cave specifically? You never explained anything, Witch Queen," Junk partially ignored April as he hoped to get more answers from The Witch Queen herself. The Minotaur was growing impatient. It was vastly important for him to get to fuck April again as soon as possible and to continue with this erotic breeding process.
"..." September didn't respond to this right away.
"September always knows what's up and never makes any mistake. Um…" she paused, thinking about it a bit better. "Well, except that one time and that time too. September never makes major mistakes. That's for sure. So, I feel pretty confident to say that she knows where to go and that she is bringing us somewhere that makes a bunch of sense. At least a bit of sense. At the very least," April said.
"Of course, I know where we are going. We are almost there. The room we are looking for should be right here. There we are," The Witch Queen said to the others, and she was right. There was something at the end of the dark tunnel. There was actual light at the end of the tunnel in the cavern. All of them could see it. April grew all excited when she saw it from a distance. She bumped into September and then circled around her and charged headfirst toward the light. September and Junk slowly and calmly followed behind her. Then, the next moment, they had caught up with her and everyone was reunited in this room inside the cavern. The room was gorgeous. The room was lit with breathtaking stalactites, rocks descending from the ceiling of the room. The stalactites were projecting a beautiful orange light. Similar to what the jack-o-lantern breastplates of the witch were projecting as well. Then, as everyone gathered into the room, the light that her breastplates were making slowly faded.
No longer needed, to say the least. April was smiling a lot. September had seen this place. Countless times. She wasn't impressed anymore. Junk looked around. Didn't show any reaction. He then went to sit next to a rock in a corner. Resting a bit as he opened his legs pretty wide. Observing April dancing alone under the many stalactites that were pointing toward her.
"Oh my, this place is gorgeous. This is the hidden treats cave? Right, September?" she asked her.
"It is," she answered her.
"I never thought I would ever see it."
"What are we doing here, witch?" Junk asked her.
"As far as you are concerned, breeding. I have other, more important things to do here, but first. I am going to feed you. You look a bit pale for me," The Witch Queen said as she sensually walked toward the Minotaur, casually unplugged her right jack-o-lantern breastplate and calmly shoved her tit in the bull-man. Providing him with the delicious, succulent, and nutritive mana milk he had been craving so much. It was time to recharge his batteries.
As September was allowing her Minotaur to suck on her right nipple and drink her precious milk and that April was still gazing at the marvelous stalactites above her head, something darker was lurking beneath the surface.
A new threat.