Chapter 33: Housekeeping
At first sight, everything seemed calm at the crypt.
September was seductively and elegantly drinking her tea. Meanwhile, April slurped on hers. Loudly too. The exact reverse of the elegance that the witch was brought to the table.
The two ladies had both been teleported to this new location, which was much darker than anything the old and cozy pumpkin-shaped house in the middle of the woods represented. Here, there was a sense of coldness and eeriness at every corner. Exactly the kind of things the former Witch Queen deeply enjoyed. The two women walked the corridors of the crypt, leaving the beast, who had also been teleported with them. However, even though he had just been shifted from one location to another, he still found himself sleeping. Snoring. His snores echoing in the many and deep corridors of the crypt that the girls were using.
"Do you think it's a good idea to leave him all by himself?" the elvish girl asked her friend, September.
"He'll be just fine," she said, shrugging her shoulders and drinking on more of her fresh tea. Steam was still coming out of the top of both of their cups. They continued walking. Slowly making their way on the other side of the large and long corridor, they were traversing. Their big butt could be observed, bouncing up and down as they sensually walked. They soon entered a different room. One that was illuminated with the help of many, many torches possessing bright orange flames. Not any form of typical fire. A brighter orange that resembled the color of the same pumpkin house that served as a portal for them to be able to be coming here in the first place. The torches gave the entire room an orange tone and glow. Even the two women were brightly lit of the same color.
"God. This cup of tea is absolutely divine," April admitted.
"Isn't it, dear?" September looked at her and winked.
"I mean, no offense, it's still missing the hobgoblin's cream, but even without that, it's pretty remarkable," she confessed to her.
"Don't worry. I got some hobgoblin's cream somewhere nearby. It's in the kitchen," she tried her best to reassure her.
"Sep…" the elvish young woman said after slurping some more of her delicious hot tea. Suddenly becoming more serious.
"Yes?" Meanwhile, September wasn't that serious.
"Do you even know what you are doing?" she asked her.
"You believe I don't know what I am doing?" she replied.
"Come on now. We are being chased by mobs, by knights, by witches, by demon spider-vampire things, and on top of that… Monsoon is also after us. How can this be any worse than it already is?" the elvish beauty demanded her. And as ironic as it was, almost as soon as she asked her how things could get any worse, exactly as she uttered the word, 'worse', a loud noise was suddenly heard booming in another room of the crypt. It was like a mix of thunder and something breaking into a million tiny pieces. Frightening.
"What was that?" April asked her witchy friend.
"It came from beyond the next two rooms. It's close."
"What should we do, Sep?" April got scared pretty fast.
"Let's take care of the problem," she instructed her.
"Hold on. Who said this was a problem?" she asked her.
"What?" the former Witch Queen didn't understand.
"Do you often hear loud, deadly noises like this here? Are there many, many problems like this that need to be solved here?"
"Um. Once in a while," she admitted to her, nodding.
"So, it means that it's exactly like it used to be here?"
"You know me?" September closed her eyes and sighed.
"A little too much to tell you the truth," April told her as the loud, booming noises were heard again. Getting closer to their room and their position. The two women didn't move at first, but after a certain time, the witch marched forward. She walked in the direction of the next room. April hesitantly followed her. She didn't want to leave her alone… Or to be alone… One of the two… The ranger found herself running after the witch into the next room. The more they moved forward, the more the booming noises were heard louder. The next room they stepped in was filled with tombstones. It was still illuminated with torches with bright orange flames, yet, this one was darker than the other one. There were fewer torches here.
"It's getting closer," September observed. It was now revealed that the loud, booming noises were footsteps. They stopped walking. Now standing in the middle of the crypt room, they waited. The two doors at the end of the large chamber were closed. In the next few seconds, whatever was creating these intensely loud footsteps were going to come crashing through these doors. "Are you ready?"
"Ready? Of course, I am not ready for anything. I am still holding my cup of tea. Should I finish it before beginning combat with whatever is going to show up?" the adorable elf asked her.
"Um. Might as well," September responded to her and drank the rest of her hot black tea as fast as she could. Sighed. Then, throw the cup of tea, which came with its saucer, to her left. The cup and the saucer both shattered into many, many pieces. April watched. She, then, tried replicating the same thing her friend did. Tried finishing the rest of her tea by loudly slurping it as fast as she could, but it, unfortunately, didn't work for her. It was still too hot for her and her small and weak elvish mouth. She ended up spitting some of what she slurped right into the cup.
"Hot! Hot! Hot! Too hot!" She was done for now. She didn't have time to wait any longer for her tea to cool down. Since she didn't want to break it like September just did, she delicately placed the cup and the saucer down on the cold floor. Then, she readied herself. Moved into a fighting position. The witch remained calm at all times. The footsteps became louder and louder again until the two doors in front of them began vibrating. The enemy was near. Much too near. Then, the doors were suddenly slammed open. The doors were immediately dislodged from the door frame and sent flying in the room. Nearly hitting the witch and ranger, but they successfully managed to avoid them at the right moment. Following this major impact on the door, there was a short window of silence as the creature stopped at the entrance of the room. Intense and thick smoke quickly built up into the room, and none of the two women could see what was about to enter the large crypt room. April ended up coughing, while September didn't. She, instead, squinted her eyes and desperately tried to see what it could be that was intruding her home and making such a cacophony and a disturbance, barely ten minutes after she had come back. Could it be Monsoon? Did he find the secret home of the former Witch Queen? Did he? Did the other witches find this place and sent a monster here to invade the crypt? Did the army of knights that are supporting the witch village figured out where she resided and began raiding the house? If someone could call it that. Eventually, the intense smoke dropped back down into dust and the two girls had a much better view and understanding at what kind of dangers were lying in front of them. Unfortunately, they didn't see anything at first. Even after the walls of smoke and dust surrounding them were beginning to lower down and to vanish.
"Do you see anything, Sep?" April asked her, confused.
"Not yet," it pained her to have to tell the truth.
"It's too bad we don't possess any wind powers. It would have come in handy to get rid of this annoying smoke. So much dust. Don't you ever clean up here?" April asked her.
"Sometimes," she nodded and looked the other way, lying.
"Why am I not surprised? Yeah, anyway, that's too bad we have done any wind-based abilities. That would have been useful."
"That's such a 'Winter' type of sorcery," she admitted.
"Right," April could simply agree with her. Then, the smoke faded even more. The two girls were back-to-back. One sexy-ass back rubbing against one another. They were keeping each other safe. As safe as possible. The most annoying thing for them was the fact that they couldn't see or hear anything. Whatever had burst the doors open and invaded, the large room was silent. Probably silent on purpose to screw with them. As if the smoke wasn't something that was paralyzing them enough.
There was more silence as they tried to locate the enemy. However, the enemy, unfortunately, located them first. Piercing through the veil of smoke and dust with his long right fist, an eight-foot-tall and muscular creature with dull-green skin charged at them. He attacked the witch first, but she successfully managed to avoid his surprise move. Still, the attack continued and instead of taking the witch, the elvish ranger was chosen instead.
"April! Careful!" she desperately tried warning her at the last minute, but it was too late. Nothing could be done about it. She was taken from behind. And instead of receiving a violent punch in the back, as September was expecting it to unfold, the creature grabbed and held on to April after reaching her in the middle of the smokescreen. April was then swiftly pulled away from September. Taking out of the vast layers of smoke and brought somewhere else in the large room where all the tombstones were being kept and presented.
"Sep! Please, help me!" she desperately begged her friend. The witch then tried grabbing her hand right before she was fully brought out of the smoke. The both of them tried to make this work and to grab each other's hands. Their fingers nearly touched, but not quite enough. It was such a shame. She almost had her. September found herself all alone in the smoke for a few seconds as April was savagely pulled away from her.
When September ran out of the smoke, she made the shocking discovery that her friend and partner, April, was being passionately molested by one of the creatures she kept in her crypt as a member of her collections. However, this monster wasn't a soul. It was real. It was all physical matter.
"Sep. What the hell is this?" April asked the witch.
"It's… The… Hobgoblin…" she slowly told her.
"What are you doing with a hobgoblin in your crypt?"
"Well, remember when I was telling you that we had to come here to get some hobgoblin cream for our cup of tea?" she said.
"Oh… Right… That explains it… I thought you had some in a bottle or something. But no. You have the entire source right here at your place," the elvish woman understood how she was getting her valuable cream much better now. The witch stood as she observed the tall hobgoblin carrying April in his strong arms. The creature was smiling. Not saying a word. Simply smiling. Eventually, the hobgoblin sat down on his butt in a corner of the crypt room and made April sit on his lap as he continued immobilizing her. He then took his tongue out of his mouth and tried beginning to lick her entire face like the perverted monster he was.
He didn't do it.
He tried.
He wished to lick her face so much.
Not only that, he was also about to undress her.
Since the hobgoblin wasn't too interested in September at the moment, she took her time to evaluate the situation and smiled at the sight of watching the piece of meat lusting over her friend.
The hobgoblin was all about April…
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Meanwhile, somewhere else in September's home, as soon as April's legs were opened, the beast awakened…