Chapter 129: One Undead Friend
The monster wished to be fed by the former Witch Queen.
By her Witch Queen.
The busty ghost who Junk carried around in the woods, escaping from the other spirits, had made a mistake. She had made a big mistake. The guardian, who she hoped was going to help her, had unfortunately fallen under the various and glorious charms of the Witch Queen. The creature wished he could suck on her big, mommy, milkers.
However, that was not how it went at all.
Instead, September had gone down from the sky and she fed Junk instead.
Exactly how it was supposed to be done. Giving her breasts, one at a time.
Currently, he had his lips wrapped around her left nipple. He was pumping milk out of her. Feeding. Quenching his thirst. Finally, doing so after spending so much time away from her during the recent missions at the mountain and witch village. Milk was dripping from his mouth and sliding down on his glistening armor.
A similar thing happened to September. As all the milk dripped from his mouth and slid all over the place, a good amount of the lactating milk covered the under regions of her breasts and then slid down to her belly. Dripping over and under the leather corset she had, covering her belly. The two, typical orange jack-o-lantern, flexible, jack-o-lantern breastplates she almost always wore could be seen, down on the ground, not too far from the entrance of the Autumn Tower. Junk could have sworn that he heard his Witch Queen panting and moaning as the demon knight was sucking on her boob
That didn't mean that because it was lunch time that Junk no longer cared about the large-breasted ghost. He did. He didn't want the ghostly woman he carried in his arms to be in trouble or anything like that, so he kept it closer to her.
"This is not supposed to be happening…" the ghost said.
"Yeah. Right. Thrust me. This is what I want. I'm drinking my mommy witch's milk. My milk. I was feeling so thirsty, too. I was feeling dizzy," he mentioned.
"No. It's not that. He's crawling out of the portal…" She tried explaining to him, but quickly lost the ability to speak as she weakened more and more, deprived of the source of power that the moon of sorrows gave her. The two were still in the woods. The moonlight couldn't penetrate in here because of the tall trees above their heads. But, fortunately for them, they were almost out of the woods. Almost. Behind them, the other spirits were still floating closer and closer toward them. Soon, they'd be able to get their hands on the weakening ghost that Junk was still able to carry around in his arms, but only barely. And right before the Minotaur could get her out of the woods, away from the trees, so she could get back under the moonlight, the physical body of hers vanished.
She was still there.
Her ghostly image was still there. But she was gone. "... I'm losing my physical body…" she was able to communicate to him, two seconds before her entire body passed right through the Minotaur's hand. He could no longer carry her around. But she was still floating at least. Accidentally, Junk kept running for a short while as he lost her. Realized he was no longer holding her in his hands. Stopped. Looked behind himself: Witnessed the busty ghost suddenly becoming submerged by all the spirits who had been following them since earlier, ever since they were done having sex back outside the church. She was now only a clear, see-through, phantasmal image. Exactly just like all the others who submerged her.
"No!" the Minotaur shouted as he observed, powerless.
"It's okay… It has to be this way…" she gave up as she was being touched by all the manly spirits all around her. She was taken. They pulled on her arms. Lifted her and carried her around. Some spirits were holding her legs in the air. Keeping them wide open. Junk could see her naked pussy underneath her Victorian era looking dress.
The Minotaur stopped sucking on September's milk and charged into the group of spirits.
Tried hitting all of them with his horns and fists, but it didn't work. Nothing worked. His horns and his fists only went through their nonexistent bodies. Then, the spirits floated as they dragged the busty ghost with them. They marched forward. Leaving Junk alone. The spirits brought the busty ghost to September.
Meanwhile, September was still sitting on the edge of her floating broomstick and hoping to feed Junk all the milk he needed to go through the night.
September had a good plan, though.
The red monster had almost crawled his way out of the portal now.
The creature still wore the chains around his cock and balls. The chains were in a partially destroyed and pitiful state. They were dragging on the ground.
At that moment, Junk had gone back to September for more milk.
Suck! Suck! Suck!
"Mistress. We found her. We found the fugitive," one of the male spirits nodded to his mistress and informed her that she had successfully been caught and brought back.
"Good job! Now, let's bring her back home. Shall we?" the former Witch Queen said, "That means you are going to have to stop, baby," she said to Junk. It did take him a long time before he stopped sucking on her nipple and drinking her mana milk, but he eventually understood and stopped sucking on it. September re-adjusted herself, positioned her breasts for what was about to happen…
"My soul is going to be freed… Sooner or later, Witch…" the busty ghost said to September.
"I'm sure it will…" she smiled at her before rubbing her own big tits against one another, and all of a sudden, the interior of her right nipple opened up… And then, the next moment, the soul of the busty ghost was pulled toward the interior of her nipple. She was absorbed by it. Assimilated. Collected again. The busty ghost was gone. "Ah… That felt good… Okay. Your turn, now," she turned to the other spirits of hers and did the same thing for them. Except, this time, the interior of both of her nipples opened up before absorbing the spirits. Half of the spirits in one titty. The other half in the other titty.
"Hey, what the hell did you just do to her, September?"
"Junk. What's wrong? I hope you are not feeling anything for that ghost? Are you?" she asked him.