Chapter 63: Pepo
When Junk was done with Pepo, he pulled out of her and had her unusual pussy gushing out with warm Minotaur semen.
At this point, the jack-o-lantern woman was still moaning like hell. Her nipples were lactating with pure white mana milk, similar to what September had to offer, but not of the exact, same consistency. What Pepo had coming out of her breasts was a tad bit more thick and consistent. Almost as if she had had longer built up of milk in her breasts versus September Autumn who was milked daily almost. Pepo finally had someone who milked her, and she was relished by it.
"We are done now. Did I manage to fix the cauldron?"
"Not yet. There is still one piece, yet that needs to be reassembled with the others," Pepo explained to him as she wasn't entirely done feeling the aftermath of the sublime and intense orgasm. Her voice was still in moaning mode and not everything she said could be perceived as clear, but the Minotaur managed to understand everything that she said up to now, fortunately.
"Still one more? How is that possible? I came. I made you come. What do you want more than that?" Junk was desperate to go back to the real world. Well, to at least what he thought and considered to be the real world. He couldn't wait to get back to April and September in the old, dark house. He wanted to be with them to help them solve this issue with the green elemental monster. That was what he was hoping for. He had done everything he could to fix this cursed cauldron. Yet, it still wasn't quite enough again.
"You are almost there. But there is something missing."
"What is missing? What the hell are you talking about?
"You are too focused on things that are not here right now. Things that are not in this room to understand what you need to do."
"This place is a room now?" the Minotaur demanded her.
"It can be. If you want," then, the next moment, barely two seconds after Pepo mentioned that idea, the two were transported to a different place. Gone was the charming and adorable and relaxing pumpkin patch. Hello, field of destruction with lava coming out of the ground and sky burning red. This was the apocalypse. This was the end of everything. Four horsemen riding their mounts could be observed in the far, far distance. Junk saw them. But he couldn't see them for too long, as more lava emerged from the shaking grounds and surrounded him. He came dangerously close to being melted alive by the lava, but narrowly avoided it at the last time. At least, he wasn't alone in this. Pepo was still with him. She stood behind him. Calmed. Zen. Definitely not as frightened as the brave and powerful Minotaur was. Junk had no idea where he was at this moment. But then, it all clicked together. To his right, in the far distance, he observed something: The tower. September Autumn's tower. It had fallen. It was no longer standing. It was burning as well. Everything was.
"What is this? Tell me? This looks like a nightmare," he said.
"Look at me," Pepo said to him. The Minotaur then spun around and looked straight at her. Hoping he was still in the charming pumpkin patch from earlier. Why couldn't he still be in the pumpkin patch? Why was he seeing all of this destruction everywhere? This didn't make any sense to him. He wanted it to end.
"Is this what is going to happen if September doesn't take back her throne and that we lose against this monster lord or something… I completely forgot his damned name at this point."
"Monsoon," Pepo immediately knew who he was referring to. He wasn't exactly a monster lord, he was much worse than that.
"Yeah! Him! Is this what is going to happen if he wins?"
"No. Something far worse than this is going to happen if he gets what he wants. What you are seeing right now is actually what has already happened. It is what already happened before you were born. This is what happened right before September became the Witch Queen. There was war and destruction. The original Minotaur knight that September had as a partner perished in this battle that you are experiencing all around you. Don't worry. You won't die here. This is only a vivid memory that you are witnessing. I'm showing you this because I want you to understand what it means to be working with September and the fact that you are risking your life for her. Also, I wish to show you how much this pumpkin cultivation training process is important and how seriously you should take it."
"And if I correctly understood, this training process is mostly about me pleasuring other women and then pleasuring me back? And by these women, I mean… 'You' a lot because you are my pumpkin bitch or something like that?" the Minotaur questioned her.
"To put it bounty, yes, more or less," Pepo replied to him.
"And what do I need to do to finish repairing the fucking cauldron and be able to go back to my Witch Queen?" he asked her.
"You need to let me empty your balls," she answered him.
"That's all?" he didn't believe her.
"Yes. You need to have as little distraction as possible for your subconscious to be able to resemble the final part. Let me do that for you, Minotaur knight," Pepo said to him as she moved down to her knees, masturbated her knight a little before shoving his horny meat into her mouth and sucking on it as sloppily and while making as many perverted, wet sounds as possible. Pepo took the time to massage his heavy testicles as well at the same time as she had his big cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue kept spiraling all over his dick. Her orange breasts were producing even more milk during this important process of the training. The mana milk was shot out of her thick and erect nipples.
When Junk ultimately ejaculated again and that she emptied his balls for good, he shot everything inside of her pretty and satisfying mouth.
Two seconds later, more lava erupted from the ground and the two were swallowed by it. Junk and Pepo were gone.
"Ahn! There's one more thing I need to tell you!" Pepo shouted during her powerful orgasm.
"What's that?"
"The green elemental isn't what you believe it to be… It's part of you. It is linked to your demonic aura!"
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The one, final, broken piece of the cauldron was reassembled with the other.
Junk re-opened his eyes in the old, dark house.