Chapter 81: Collecting The Ghoul
This was the final face-off between the witch and the ghoul.
September was more determined than ever. This monster had made this last much longer than she expected it, but his time was about to come. Junk and April still hadn't been able to locate her yet. The Minotaur could be heard shouting and growling at times on the upper floor, but it was definitely going to be taking a long time before they could get to her and offer her any form of assistance. September had to do this on her own. Completely on her own. The ghoul might have just received a violent heel-kick in the face, but he was still kicking and about to come back at her. The ghoul screeched.
He charged back at her, threatening her life once more if she didn't cooperate with him and caving in and giving him what he requested out of her. Things would never change. No matter how many times she thought about kicking him over and over again in the face, she knew deep down that this wasn't the way for her to reason with him. There was nothing to be reasoned with her. The witch tried as much as she could, but the monster was never going to listen to her and allow himself to be caught and collected by her. The witch stood tall against the charging creature. She was waiting for him. Her big tits ended up bouncing up down as her breastplates were still shining bright in the face of the ghoulish monster. Nearly blinding him in some regards as he came close enough to her. But not quite. He could still see a bit. It was true that ghouls were nocturne creatures. They could see perfectly in the darkness of these caverns and outside when it was night, but a light flashed in their faces, and it confused them quite a bit. Fortunately for them, they had a fantastic sense of smell. They could easily smell things from miles away. Which meant that smelling September's pussy and the smell of her large, milky breasts, even, while getting illuminated and flashed in the face by her jack-o-lantern breastplates. September didn't make a single move as she waited for the ghoul to come to her. Then, at the last moment, right before he could reach her again as he ran with his arms flailing in the air, desperately hoping to hold her breasts in the palms of his hands. At that last moment, right before he was going to get to her, the dark mistress of the Autumn stepped aside. Moved to the side right before it was too late, and the ghoul ended up running into the circular side of the well. His chest hitting the hardness of the well. He hurt himself. Possibly injured himself as well, but nothing was certain.
The witch wasn't ready to make this assumption… Just yet. As she definitely knew, the ghoul was going to pick himself up. Eventually. And continued attacking her, the witch knew she had to do something with him now if she wished to defeat him, so she could then collect him and finally be through with him. She reached for his back and attempted to push him into the well. If this worked out, as she expected it and hoped for it, the ghoul would probably break a few bones after falling down into the well with the skeletons of the whores he kept for himself, fucking them for a long time before murdering them. And if the ghoul broke a bone or two after falling into the well, the monster would be trapped in there. He wouldn't be able to go anywhere. Allowing her some time to prepare the correct ritual for collecting him…
Collecting his soul…
With a bit of luck, the ghoul could also probably pick up her magical scepter and try throwing it back to her. Killing two birds with one stone. But at this point, this was all wishful thinking. September couldn't ask too much from such a primitive and disgusting monster. So, the witch attempted to push him into the wall by kicking him with her heel, one more time. It didn't work. It almost did, but the ghoul didn't slide as much as he hoped so and was able to catch himself to the outer rim of the well before it was too late. The ghoul crawled back to his feet and turned to September again. He screeched at her.
That thing was pissed off, to say the least. He was about to jump at her again before September attempted to distance herself from the creature once again by jumping backward, but accidentally ended up causing one of her jack-o-lantern breastplates to fall off her boob. It was the left jack-o-lantern breastplate that came undone. It ended up flashing the creature right in the eyes (in many ways, actually), blinding him for a moment. And then, her unleashed and naked and freed left breast accidentally went flying in the air, bouncing all over the place, sloppily hitting the ghoul on the side of his dusty head.
That was it!
That was what caused the monster to slip off into the well and to be pushed into it. September hadn't foreseen this to happen, but it did. The ghoul slipped into the well and caught himself at the last moment, holding on to the side of it with one hand. Three fingers at the most. He grunted. The witch moved closer.
She was now looking down at him. Towering over him.
"As I said earlier, it's time to collect your soul. As you attempted to hunt me, I believe you just realized who is the true hunter around here," the Autumn witch mentioned to him.
"Help me…" the dark and disgusting monster begged her.
"Look at them. Look at all these skeletons in the well. You fucked them until they couldn't endure your big cock anymore and then, you ate them. I'm sure you did. Ghouls always devour their prey," the told him.
"I wasn't always like this…" he tried explaining to her.
"Allow me to swallow your soul now," the witch murmured as she removed the right jack-o-lantern breastplate from her right boob. Now, her chest was completely revealed to him.
Without her touching them, her breasts began throbbing. Shaking. Clear, nearly, completely see-through pulses of wind came from her nipples.
She was about to absorb the soul of this ghoul.