Chapter 36: The Two Others
"The tombstones you see all around us are the ones who came before," she explained.
"The ones that came before?" Junk managed to ask her as he sucked on her nipple and drank her precious milk.
"The ones who came before me."
"The other witches who represented Autumn. That's what she is trying to say, Junk," April stepped in and explained to him in a slightly different way, so he would understand. The beast was listening. But the thing he was doing the most right was savoring the delicious flavor of September's milk. Obtaining access to more energy as she was feeding him. Even though it hadn't been that long since the last time he was fed by her, the shortest window of time without her milk felt like an eternity to him. He couldn't stand it. He always had to receive more and more mana milk from her. Who could blame him? As far as he was aware and as far as he could tell, she had a limitless amount of milk in her breasts. As far as he knew, she could produce an infinite amount of it. So, there was no need to stop anything now. The more milk she had, the longest he felt he was going to be living for. In a lot of ways, it was only a big clock. He was living on borrowed time. As soon as he made the decision to leave the prison in the shape of a massive cauldron, he made the choice of living his life away from under the roof that protected him for so long. 'Protected him'. Naturally, he didn't know that his body was going to shut down and that he was going to die because he left the prison, but it had never been told about this. Or if he had ever been told about something that had to do with that when he was younger, he didn't remember anything, or he simply didn't take any of it seriously. Perhaps he should have taken things a bit more to the letter.
"Right. I've known April for quite a while now. Our relationship was always pretty decent," September commented.
"Until today because you visibly don't want to stop lying to us all the time. Lying to us. Abandoning us. Lying to us. Abandoning us," April stepped in one more time to voice our opinion on the matter. The green-haired elvish girl clearly didn't like the way her friend had been lying to them about the key elements of this new quest they were on. Much less why she suddenly abandoned them in the cave as the situation was becoming pretty intense with Araknar.
"As I just said, our relationship was always pretty decent. Even today," September chose to vastly ignore the fact that she was so deeply mad at her. "However, I believe it's valid for the both of us that I say our work relationship with the two other members of the Seasonal Quarter wasn't the same at all. April and I got along pretty nicely a few years ago when we first took the guild of witches by storm, but it was never the same with the two others. The current representatives and incarnations of Summer and Winter were sorts of like the extreme opposites of us," September continued explaining.
"Ugh!" Junk could then be heard, manly moaning as he never stopped sucking on her breast and drinking her milk. September went as far as softly petting his head as he drank.
"That's one thing we can agree on," April was on her side.
"It's too bad that we have to find them again," the witch replied to her. Looking pretty disappointed regarding this matter.
"So, this is really what you had in mind?" April asked her.
"We have no other choices, April. Without them, we won't last for too long. It pains me to say this, but we need their assistance. We need their powers," September tried explaining to April.
"But they are dangerous. Especially Winter. She is the worst."
"She is unpredictable. That's for sure," she agreed.
"Um," all of a sudden, as the Minotaur finished drinking the precious and delicious content in her breast, Junk pulled her nipple out of his mouth. He didn't mean to do this for a long time. Just long enough, so he could speak and get something out of this conversation. There was a lot of her thick and white milk sloppily dripping from both sides of his lips. It was a mess. But the most important thing here was that Junk was completely revitalized. Again. His horns looked sharper and brighter than ever. He visibly had a lot more energy as well. He was back to his true self. "Hold on, you two, are you trying to say that there are two others like you? Two other hot and busty girls with awesome magical powers?" he asked them.
"..." September didn't say anything about this at first.
"Yes, Junk. That's exactly what we are saying right now."
"And, you two are butting heads about whether we should go out there and find them, so they can be part of our team?"
"Um…" April didn't know what to say. She was surprised.
"That's more or less what we are deciding. April doesn't seem to be too interested in wanting to find them. But we have to if we want to retake the guild of witches for ourselves. Staying alive as well. Without us, the two others will most likely get hunted and murdered in cold blood," September slowly explained the beast.
"What? They are after them as well? Well, we have to find them before the other witches from the guild or Monsoon find them. It seems like a no-brainer to me," Junk aggressively stood up in the room. He couldn't stay here, wait and do anything while two other beautiful creatures could run the risk of being killed for nothing.
"Well, no, that's not exactly it, Junk. Summer and Winter are on their own, but they basically have been off the radar for a long, long time. Nobody knows where they are. They are not bothering anyone. The guild doesn't know where they are. Monsoon probably doesn't know where they are. And you know what? We also don't know where they are, so, even if we voted to go out there and find them, we probably couldn't locate them anyway," April cut him off.
"But we still have to do it," the Minotaur insisted.
"You are hearing this, April? He willingly wants to be part of it," September told the elvish ranger, who didn't approve of it at all.
"You are pitting him against me. That's what you are doing."
"No. I never thought I was going to be interested in finding the others. Otherwise, this is something that I would have told him to do in the first place, the very first moment I met him. Which was much before he ever met you, if I correctly recall," she told him.
"Anyway… So, if we can be a bit more clear regarding the dangers that we are going to face, whichever paths we choose to take: We either die facing the guild of witches and Monsoon and the others, or we die trying to find the two other members of our quartet. The ones who said a long time ago that they no longer wanted to do anything with us? Right? Those are the two options? Right?" she said.
"Well, Summer was a lot more interested in keeping in touch with us than Winter ever was," September interrupted her.
"That goes without saying," April completely agreed.
"So, that means that Summer should most be the first one we try locating. She is the most willing to go along with us," September came out of this discussion thinking just that. Locating the Summer representative of their quartet as soon as possible."
"September," April called her name before she turned her heels. At this point, she had pulled her breasts away from the beast, which didn't please him one bit, to say the least.
"No. Don't go. I want more," he grunted at her.
"Yes, April?" she paused. Still too far away from Junk to allow him to have access to her breasts again. She was out of reach.
"Do you honestly believe we have a chance of surviving if we find the two others?" April was visibly scared. She didn't know what to do. She simply wanted to continue living a normal and peaceful life at the end of the day. Something that sadly wasn't going to happen.
"I believe we do," she seriously replied to her.
"Who cares if we ultimately survive or not? Two additional and mysterious large-breasted women that I haven't met before. This is going to be awesome either way. Even if we all die after the quartet is formed," the Minotaur voiced his opinion out loud.
"That's the only thing you think about, Junk? Then, what if we all die in the process of finding the two 'mysterious' and 'large-breasted' girls you are so passionate about? Huh? That way, you wouldn't be able to benefit from any of them," April interrogated them as the beast purely and strictly only appeared to be thinking about building a larger group of hot women, so he could fuck them all. One after the other. Naturally, September was still the one he wished to marry sometime in the future, but that was something for another day…
"At least, I will die trying to find them," he replied to her.
"Uh…" April was taken aback by what he just said and by his sheer devotion. She didn't know what to say next. She simply didn't know. The green-haired girl lowered her head and blushed.
"That's the kind of answer I'm looking forward to," September told him, smiling at him. She was glad to hear that.
"Is my answer good enough to let me suck on your fat titties again and drink more of your delicious milk?" the beast asked her.
"No," she simply said as she telepathically picked up the two jack-o-lantern breastplates she had left on the bench next to the Minotaur. "You had more than enough milk for the day. You are revitalized," she sensually said as she had her bright orange breastplates being placed on her large and heavy tits again.
"I feel like I want more even though I had a lot," he said.
"It's natural. It's kind of addictive," she replied to him.
"It is designed to be that way?" he asked her, confused.
"What do you mean? It wasn't designed?"
"So, you didn't temper with it or something?" he demanded. The Minotaur didn't know any better. In his mind, she was a witch. And witches could do any kind they desire with a bit of practice and talent. Magic was still something he didn't understand.
"No. I never tempered with my milk. I was born with it."
"I see. So, was it always as addictive? Interesting," he said.
"There is still so much you need to learn, Junk. And I believe you are ready for the next step," September closed her eyes.
"The next step?" he asked her, not understanding at all.
"No. Don't you mean?" April asked her, absolutely terrified.
"It's time to teach you about Pumpkin Cultivation."
"What the fuck is that?" he was even more confused now.
"Come. Follow me," September turned heels and left the room. April followed her. Running. Attempting to stop her.
"He is not ready! You can't do something like that, Sep!"
"I'm never ready," Junk said, shrugging his shoulders.
***
"This is the place," the witch announced to the two others as she walked in front of two large iron gates in a different wing of her crypt. She pushed the two gates telepathically, and they opened up. Slowly. Dramatically slowly. However, once they were fully opened, they revealed Junk, a sight that he never thought he would ever be seen inside a castle.
The large room they were entering into was an interior garden. An interior pumpkin patch.