Chapter 125: The Guardian
The moon of sorrows continued shining a bright light in the woods surrounding the Autumn Tower.
The same woods, which had been partially burned during the battle with Arakanar not too long ago. Some trees had survived. Some of them were still recovering. Life was birthing off the ashes that had been abandoned as they burnt.
Junk ended up following the busty, floating, ghost lady through the burned woods in the middle of the night. He was still naked as he decided to follow her. Entirely naked. The floating spirit that was moving much faster than he was. Naturally, it helped quite a bit that she was able to physically move and pass through the trees in the woods without having to circle around them. Therefore, slowing her down, exactly as it was for the Minotaur. Not only that, but he could only move as fast as he could right now, tired, absolutely exhausted, having been woken up in the middle of the night like this. His muscles were sore. He was tired of this kind of bullshit of not being able to get anywhere near enough sleep as he hoped he could have, yet, he was infinitely curious about this ghost lady. If this truly wasn't a dream, and that this was the real thing, which he wasn't certain just yet, this meant that this deceased person was genuinely seeking his help. Which was something interesting to him.
She might have been a ghost or a spirit or whatever, but if he was successfully able to aid her in whatever she needed him for, perhaps she was going to accept to reward him after all. He was adamant that it was something that could happen, and to him, this would make it all worth it. Absolutely worth it. In any case, the bull quickly realized that he had grown a nightly erection. As he looked down, he saw his big dick, semi-erect, incredibly hard, heavy, bouncing all over the place as he attempted to run as fast as he potentially could in the words, so he wouldn't lose the ghost lady. He did his best to keep up with her, but it was more or less impossible to do so. She was obviously in a rush.
Which came across as awkward and strange to him, since he had never heard of a ghost who was in any kind of rush or hurry. Not even the old Minotaur knight ghost, who occasionally spoke to Junk there and there, (let's face it: When it was convenient to him because it was rare that he was contacted by him), didn't seem to be in a hurry too much. There was definitely something about this floating woman spirit that frightened her to the point of seeing help from a sleeping monster in the middle of the night.
Something about a person, who was already dead, who was scared, probably long after no longer being among the living bothered Junk. What was this all about? The ghost lady eventually brought Junk out of the burned woods. There was a place with fewer trees. It was a place with what looked like a church in the middle of the woods, not too far from the Tower, but far enough, so it never was something that had been noticed by the Minotaur or April. When Junk finally came out of the woods, he saw the ghost lady, she was standing… Or rather, floating right in front of the doors of the church. She floated for a couple of seconds as the Minotaur made his way toward her. Slowly.
"This is it… This is the place…" she said to him with a smile after turning her head and body around. Then, she turned back to the church and slowly passed through it. Traversing on the other side.
"This is what?" Junk asked her, but it was too late. She had already passed on the other side of the wooden doors. When he made it up to the doors himself, he tried opening them to join her, but he realized that it was locked. There was a large, but rusted padlock, keeping the doors from being unlocked and opened. "Um. I have no time for this kind of nonsense," he said to himself, out loud. "Look. This ain't going to stop me," he mentioned as he surprisingly pushed the tip of the head on the padlock, right in the large, rusted ring holding it, and then swiftly and hardly broke the ring of the padlock by twisting his hard member.
Bling! Ting! Bling!
It was a done deal.
The padlock fell to the ground into multiple pieces, and the Minotaur was finally able to open the doors. He did so and stepped inside. The small cabin was a church. It was meant to be a church, but it was old and abandoned. Inside, he didn't find the ghost lady. At least, not now. She wasn't anywhere to be seen or found. Much to his disappointment. He still made it deeper inside the church, walking between the two rows of wooden benches. Then, at the center of the church, Junk found a casket. It was right there, sitting in the middle of the room. Junk stopped near it. Inspected it.
"You found it. Now, free him," the sexy voice of the ghost lady was suddenly heard behind him. The Minotaur spun around. She was right there behind him. Then, a split second after she made eye contact with the spirit again, the two doors of the church were quickly shut behind him. There was no one who pushed the doors. They were shut by themselves. Or could it be the wind?
"Where were you a second ago?" Junk asked her.
"Free him. Free him. Free the guardian. Please," she begged him.
"What are you talking about?"
"Free him and I will be then, and only then, I'll finally be able to rest in peace," she told him.
"Okay. Does that mean we'll be able to have sex afterwards?"
She nodded.
"Okay. Great. That's the only thing I care about around here," he turned back to the casket, looked at it for a few seconds and then opened it. The lid was heavy. It took him a few trials to get it to open, but he was able to do so, eventually.
Upon opening the lid, Junk discovered that there was a man inside, as he expected. But to his surprise, it wasn't only a man: It was a monster. There was a chain inside the casket. The chain was wrapped around the humongous cock of the monster.
"Hey, what the heck is this?" Junk asked the ghost.
"He's the guardian," she replied to him.