Chapter 20: Araknar
This cave was like a giant spider web. It was a big trap. To be fear, the vast and dark room they were in ultimately revealed itself to be a spider web. The larger than life silky strings of the web manifested themselves from underneath their feet. Passing through the harsh and rocky ground as if it was nothing. The strings of the web were white and semi-transparent. We could see through them a bit. Ghostly. They simply passed through the ground as if they were not physical at all. Slowly moving through the air. However, once the strings of the spider web came up and reached the witch and the Minotaur, they were physical again. Physically entering in contact with them. Scooping them off the ground. Taking them.
"What the hell is this?" Junk asked out loud. Confused.
"It's one of Araknar's tricks," she said, unfazed, unsurprised, and nearly completely nonchalant about the whole thing. She had clearly seen this before. She was seeing it again. She crossed her arms.
"This is not the first time you are caught in my web," Araknar told The Witch Queen, mocking her a bit as he crawled all over his own creation that was this ghostly spider web. The Minotaur desperately attempted to fight back and get out of the grasp of this elaborated trap, but it didn't go into his favor. Meanwhile, The Witch Queen was doing absolutely nothing to remedy this situation. She kept her arms crossed together underneath of her big and heavy breasts and kept calmed completely. Which surprised the beast quite a bit one more time. He didn't understand how she was able to do it. To remain calm and controlled at all times like this.
"However, there is a great amount of chance that is going to be the one last time it ever happens. Your betrayal and your refusal to support me in my new quest is unfortunate, but I have no issues with ending your pathetic and pitiful life, right here, right here," she said.
"Witch Queen. Aren't you worried about the fact that we are caught in his damn spider web?" Junk asked her, still battling.
"..." September didn't say anything to that. But she did give the Minotaur a neutral and pacific look, right before frowning a bit.
"This freaking spider is someone you used to know?"
"Araknar is not only a spider monster, Junk," she told him.
"Then, what is he that makes him so special?" he asked her.
"He is a demon. A spider-vampire demon who have been living for hundreds and hundreds of years. Surviving by sucking the blood of some of the strongest witches and warlocks of this world."
"That's correct. Thanks for helping to make the presentations with your new friend. However, I have to correct you with something, September. While I typically suck the blood of witches and other magical being to continue living, I think, I'll be making an exception with you today. I think I'll be sucking else of yours than your blood if you don't see any objection to it," he said.
"Witch Queen. Is he referring to your…" Junk stopped speaking. He didn't even know if he should be mentioning this here.
"..." September paused as well. She meant to say something, but stopped right before she was going to tell her sentence to him.
"Yes. Yes. That's right. Her precious mana milk. I've been craving her mana milk for an entire decade at this point. I want it."
"You are not going to get anything, Araknar. Your time in this world is up, and you just rushed your death sentence by turning filthy back on me," September lost her temper a bit and spoke louder.
"You are in no position to be making any menaces, former Witch Queen," Araknar told her as he was making his way closer and closer toward her. Crawling on his own ghostly, magical spider web.
"Are you sure about that? Do you this? I still have my scepter with me. How about I use it against you? This is your last chance to do the right thing and to change your mind about working for me."
"Come on. Murder me with your powerful spells. Do it."
"You deserve it, Araknar," September told him as she waved her long, leafy scepter in the air and then pointed it right at the spider-vampire-demon's face. "This is over for you!" she said right before casting her spell.
"Burning Autumn's Flame!" she yelled out the name of her spell. However, to her surprise, the attack didn't work out as originally planned. Instead of a firestorm appearing out of the tip of her scepter, there were only a few flames. A few sparks.
"Unimpressive to say the least," Araknar said to her.
"...?" for the first time in a long time, September appeared not to be knowing what to think. She looked at her scepter, confused.
"What just happened now?" Junk asked his Witch Queen.
"What did you do, Araknar? What did you do to my scepter?" September asked the vile creature crawling toward her.
"A little surprise I had in store for you. I lightly improved the abilities of my web over the last, few years. Giving me more control over the battles I would lead in the present. And in the future. Shutting off and neutralizing a great deals of magical powers from my enemies. You are one of them, September. You are one of my enemies," the Araknar explained to her. Continuing to march toward her. Soon about to be reaching her position at the heart and middle of the ghostly spider web. The strings of the web were shining from a brilliant, bright blue light as it neutralized her powers and abilities.
"You might have done something shady to negate my powers for now, but that doesn't you are going to get any mana milk from me. You can forget about it already. I'd rather die to give you anything. Do you hear me, Araknar? I am the one who is going to take the Witch Queen's throne back. Sooner or later. I will have back. Even if it means dying over and over before taking it back," she said.
"But how are you going to take it back if you die?" Junk asked her, shouting at her. He didn't want her to die. Mostly because he didn't want himself to die as an unfortunate direct domino effect.
"..." September remained silent this time.
"Your Witch is resourceful, but I believe she overestimate her own powers, Minotaur. Too bad, it's too late for her to stop all of this madness and go back. She had to choose my lair and ask me for help. What a grave mistake," Araknar explained to the beast at her place.
"We are going to stop you. You can be sure of that," Junk said to the vile creature who was daring to come closer and closer to his Witch Queen. He tried fighting more and more, but he was still stuck to the ghostly and illuminated spider web of a trap.
"I'm waiting to see that unfold, but pardon me if I don't believe you, simpleton of a Minotaur," Araknar taunted the beast.
"You are in trouble, Arkanar," September told him.
He turned back to her.
"And how come?" he asked the former Witch Queen.
"Because..." even though she was stuck to his spider and web and that her magical energy was suppressed quite a bit to say the least. She still had one more thing up her sleeve. She swiftly grabbed something from the interior of her leather corset: It was a dagger. A dagger inside a leather scabbard. "... If I end my own life, my mana milk will stop flowing through my breasts and my body will immediately go into a locking period. My body will make sure you don't get a taste of nothing, Araknar," she announced to him. She pulled the dagger out of the scabbard and brought it right underneath of her throat. Menacing to kill herself.
"I thought you would say something like that honestly. That's why I made sure to bring your other friend along for the ride," Araknar said as he concentrated and pushed something out of his main and alpha penis. Just like all his followers, he had a grand total of eight cocks. However, he had a main one which was located right underneath of his lower torso. That main cock was the biggest of them all. It was huge and large. Large enough, so he could keep a great amount of things inside of it. Storing and carrying items or persons of interest inside of it. What he just pushed out of the interior of his cock was a body. The body was covered in white, slimy spider web. The body of someone that had been preyed upon. Hunted. The web-covered body was still moving. It wasn't dead yet. Still shaking.
"Could it be?" Junk asked himself out loud. Thinking the worst at this moment in time. He didn't want this person to be her.
"..." September remained silent one more time. The serious expression on her face gave the impression that she knew a lot more about this one ability of the problematic creature that Junk thought it was the case. The Minotaur clearly understood that she knew a lot about this Araknar and about this cavern. But he didn't really know just how much she knew. There were still so many mysteries surrounding her and the many paths she had taken over the course of her life prior to meeting her. To be honest, Junk didn't even know if he could trust her, really. He tried. But the most important for him was her mana milk. He had to protect it at all cost, he kept thinking.
"Come on out. Don't be shy," the lord of this dark dungeon said to the one moving inside the spider-web cocoon. He then helped, he or she out a bit. He used one of his claws and sliced the cocoon up a bit. Made a cut large and deep enough, so the one inside could crawl out of there. Crawl out of the crack. Getting some oxygen was potentially a decent good. The one inside the cocoon eventually came out just in time to get the air he or she needed.
Naturally, the one inside was…
April.
She had been brought here by Araknar's follower.
"April!" the Minotaur yelled her name out. Agitated.
"..." once again, September didn't say anything.
"Guys! Are you alright?" the first thing April said was asking about how September and Junk were doing. She didn't care too much about herself. She was pretty much completely selfless. She had been caught and enveloped in this silky casket, and yet, the first thing she asked about were the two other members of her party. Junk couldn't believe it. He thought April was an incredible young woman. He didn't like seeing her in trouble like this. Now, he felt the worst about leaving her alone and behind earlier. Thinking he could come back to help her later. He didn't think her life was in danger. It wasn't back then. Now it was. She was stuck with them. No way out.
"If you decide to kill yourself and prevent me from gaining access to your precious mana milk, I'll have no choice to make your follower my new cum-dumpster of a wife. Just thinking about it makes me horny. Let me have a taste of her before proceeding with all of this," Araknar told her as September kept her dagger right against her throat. She was ready to do it if she had to. To Araknar's pleasure, she hadn't been fully undressed just yet. His spider-minions who captured her (hadn't touched her clothes much. Without wasting a second second, the demonic dungeon ruler attempted to rip her ranger's outfit apart.
Hoping to destroy her outfit.
…
…!
In a flash, April was rapidly removed from his gasp!
April was gone.
Then, another second later, she re-appeared in Junk's arms.
She had just been saved before he could undress her or attack her.
Seeing that the former Witch Queen wasn't ready to cooperate anytime soon, Araknar thought he could do whatever he wished to April, but that would definitely not be the case on Junk's watch. The demon broke out of his paralysis he was in and saved her before it was too late.
"Junk saved her," September mentioned, shocked that he was able to broke out of the dungeon demon's spell and make it to her just in time.
"No!" Araknar was not content at all.
I knew you had it in you, kid. Junk heard the same shadow voice from earlier again. This time, it was more personal. This time, it was coming from inside of his mind.
"You? Again?"
Swear to me that you are ready to become a real Minotaur, and I will be one with you. Tell me that you are ready to become a guardian, and I will make you one.