Chapter 35: Four Seasons
In the next room… They found the witch casually juggling with the many, shattered pieces of the teacup she was drinking from earlier. She had brought them with her. Magically moving them all around her. There was an orange and apple red glow that could be seen surrounding all the tiny pieces of the teacup.
Junk and April stormed the room. April was being carried in the Minotaur's arms as he ran around the crypt.
"Oh, there you are," the witch told him as they came in.
"Where were you when April was attacked?" Junk acted incredibly upfront with her.
"She was handling herself pretty well out there. I thought she was fine for the most part. You rescued her anyway, right? Why is it even a problem? You had sex with her, right? Are you happy?"
"Did you know that this goblin was the one who was coming for us while we were still hearing the loud footsteps in the corridor?" April's first words since she was brought here by Junk himself.
"No. I had no idea," the witch admitted to them.
"Bullshit. That sounds impossible to believe. You always know everything and you always see everything," Junk cut her off.
There was then a short silence in the room. The witch looked at both of them in their eyes. Something was boiling underneath their skin. Junk was so mad at her for leaving April alone as he was still recovering. After all, the Minotaur had no idea that he had been teleported to a different location. He was still sleeping when everyone was still together in the small and cozy pumpkin-shaped house in the middle of the woods. Then, all of a sudden, he was in an ancient castle. Directly explaining why it took him so long to crawl in this dungeon and find the elvish ranger with the hobgoblin. Nearly coming in a little too late, to say the least. April still had her tired and pulsating pussy gushing with the Junk's cum as she was held by him.
"Why do I sense that the both of you are turning on me?"
"That's not it, Sep…" April didn't know what to say.
"Are you kidding me, witch?" Junk lost it completely. "You keep doing shitty and bizarre things one time after the other. Why are you like this? Look. I understand. You are a sexy-ass dark mistress with a strange perverted side to you, and I'm aware that I am only a beast and an ex-prisoner to you. I'm not dumb. And I understand that you are using both of us. Which is not even the issue here. But why do you keep backstabbing us over and over again? Why are we here to begin with? You said you were bringing us to your home, right? The small house in the woods earlier looked more like a house to me. Why are we here? Is it part of your fantasies and kinks to have us risk our lives… Again. And this time in an old castle?" The Minotaur asked her all of these questions as he lost his temper for good. He didn't care about the fact that the former Witch Queen was the one who was choosing to keep him alive or not, based on the amount of mana milk that she was feeding him. He lost it because it was about April more than anything else this time.
"Junk. This is my home. This is not a dungeon. Well, not really, anway. I guess it started as one a long time ago and now it's something else," she replied.
"And then, what was the monster all about?" he asked.
"One of my subjects. A prisoner of the crypt."
"So, you have prisoners too?" the Minotaur asked her.
"A few," she didn't say much, just these two words.
"So, am I one of your prisoners or something?"
"..." she didn't say anything about that. She frowned.
"Let's just all calm down. We need to breathe," April said.
"I assume that you ended the life of my hobgoblin, Junk," September was as calm as she could be. She was composed. Mostly silent, as she often was. Only spoke a few words here and there.
"I would have done just that. But the fucker ran away. It doesn't make much sense to me since he was taller and bigger than me too. Still, pretty much I would have beat him. I was pretty tired after ejaculating inside of April. I really am. Look at this amount of semen gushing out of her. It's making a puddle all over the floor," he observed as he focused more and more on this puddle building on the cold floor next to him.
"He fled? He managed to escape you?" September asked him.
"Please. Don't act like this. Don't act like you are surprised. You must already be aware that he ran away," he said, nodding.
"I was not. We will have to get him back and give him a lesson for escaping. But I'm pretty impressed that he managed to break free from the control spell I had originally put on him. That's exactly why I try to have the balls of my subjects and other prisoners emptied on a daily basis. Not by me, of course, but still… It seems like the hornier they are, the easier it is for them to break free. And judging from the heavy amount of sperm that is leaking out of you, April, right now, Junk was also pretty horny, too. The testicles of you, Junk, were absolutely full. What a mess," the witch explained.
"You should have seen the room with the tombstones."
"Right…" April had nothing else to say about this. She quickly moved on to something else. "That's too bad I couldn't finish my tea. I left it on the floor of that crypt room. And the tea was decent, but it would have been better with some cream too as we discussed earlier, Sep," she was so adorable. The only thing she could think about right now was her lost tea that was still in that chamber.
"You mean that tea right here?" September grabbed her once lost cup of tea from a nearby counter in the room. Showed it to her.
"You brought it with you?"
"I did."
"Thank you so much," April grew pink hearts in her eyes.
"And the cream, as you just mentioned, is right here," the witch said as she slowly and seductively walked toward April, who was still being carried away in the big and strong arms of the bull. She delicately placed April's teacup underneath her vagina. Intentionally had some leaking demonic cum falling right into the cup, nearly overflowing the cup. Then, retreated the cup from underneath her elvish pussy and used some of her powers to magically swirl the tea with the cream. Uniting all the different flavors together.
"There you go. With your cream. As you asked," she handed the teacup to the green-haired young woman.
"Thank you," she drank some of it. Loved it.
"You're welcome," then, the witch magically united all the shattered pieces of her teacup that was still levitating all around her to reconstruct the fragile object. When it was whole and looking brand new again, she placed it underneath April's pussy. Filled the teacup with the thick and smelly Minotaur sperm. "It's going to be all cream for me," the witch mentioned.
"I'm beginning to believe that you had your prisoner escape, just so I could battle him and so I could then bang April and give you all of this 'cream'," the Minotaur told her, visibly unamused.
"Why would you say something like that, Junk?" she asked.
"All cream for you? And no tea? That's not a bad idea at all," April said to her right before slurping on more of her tea. In fact, both of them sipped on both of their 'teas' at the same time, as the horned beast observed. Finally, a calming moment for the girls. Or finally a calming moment for April, who had it pretty intense ever since they originally set foot inside the crypt earlier.
"Why is it turning me on that the both of you are basically drinking my cum?" the Minotaur asked them both.
"Because you are a man with good tastes who enjoys seeing some cum-play in action," September explained to him.
"Yeah. Something like that I guess," April had nothing else to say about that. She simply agreed with the witch for once.
"So, what are we supposed to be doing now? Going after the prisoner?" he directly asked September this time.
"No. Not yet," she wasn't in any kind of hurry to hunt him.
"You don't want to stop him before he does any other shenanigans in your home or that he tries escaping out of here?" April couldn't understand why she wasn't in more of a hurry to do this.
"No. There is something else I need to show, Junk first."
"It can't wait?" he asked her.
"It can't," she said to him as she sipped on more 'cream'.
Then, April shrugged her shoulders.
***
Back where it all started, the ancient chamber where the tombstones were presented.
Junk and April were sitting on a bench while the witch stood in front of them and sensually walked from side to side.
"Why are we back here?" the beast asked her.
"This chamber is important to what I'm about to tell you."
"It feels so serious," he commented.
"It is. For starters, how much do you know about who I am and who April is?" she asked him.
"Um… You're girls. Two hot, busty girls with incredible powers. You're a witch and she's…. Something…? I guess?
"I'm a ranger," she interrupted him and corrected him.
"A ranger. Yes. That's it," he acted as he knew all along.
"That's not much, but that's something at least. But I don't blame you. I never stopped to tell you everything."
"What is so important, September?" he asked her.
"This is bigger than anything else you have been a part of, Junk."
"Bigger? What? Your tits? They are indeed the largest ones I have ever seen.
"April suddenly chuckled and nearly choked on her tea.
"No. The situation you are in. You might only be an ex-convict. An escaped prisoner. Just like the hobgoblin in this house, but you stepped into something more dangerous than anything else you might have ever faced in this unsophisticated jail."
"Try me," he didn't care. He was ready for anything, really.
"You've kept asking me why we were being chased by everyone. The mob. The knights. Araknar. The night whisperer. And without forgetting to mention… Monsoon. The electric pig demon. It's because April and I are not normal," she explained to him.
"I already know that the both of you are not normal."
"Junk. Listen to her. She is finally being honest with you."
"Okay. Okay," he nodded as he listened to her.
There was a short silence in the ancient and symbolic chamber.
"I am the representation of Autumn. The physical embodiment of it," she seriously revealed to him as her big boobs freely jiggled up and down.
"You must be kidding me."
"And April is the same thing… But for Spring."
"That sounds like a joke or bad fairy tale."
"It is the truth, Junk," April said to him, warmly smiling at him.
"It sounds so stupid. Hey, September. Why don't you at least feed me and let me drink some of your milk as you explained all of this bullshit to me again?" his horniness got the better of it.
"Since you need to stay alive, why not?"
"Oh, yeah. I am so thirsty."
September then swiftly placed both of her hands on her jack-o-lantern breastplates and pulled on them. Ultimately liberating herself. When she took them off, she placed them both beside April on the bench they were sitting on. She moved closer to him. Her large and heavy breasts jiggled more than ever as she walked. She intentionally shoved her big rack right in the face of the horny beast and offered them to him. He was so excited he couldn't wait for her to be ready and too close enough to him, so he pulled her closer to him and opened wide. Inserted one of her nipples inside of his mouth and sucked on him. Her nipples were already leaking with her milk by this point.
"So, as I was saying, April and I represent two seasons out of the four."
Intense wet nipple sucking noises…