Chapter 144: Agatha (Part One)
She smirked.
She was anticipating him to do something like this, to already be committing to devoting himself to her for the possibility of saving his Queen, but she couldn't predict that he'd show up in her back. In a flash. This indeed caught her by surprise. she still smirked. She didn't even bother to turn around to face the beast after he showed up behind her. She was confident.
Too confident.
"Do you really think I am going to allow you to have your way with me without doing anything…?" The woman with the orange hair and the eye patch was, then, suddenly interrupted by the demon behind her before she could even think about turning around, unfortunately for her. Junk grabbed and lifted her off her feet. He held the problematic witch in his arms, holding her above his head. She tried escaping, attempted to slip away from his reach, but quickly realized that it wasn't going to happen.
She was in the beast's grasp now, and she wasn't coming anywhere. While the Autumn witch above their heads clearly didn't approve what her knight was doing at all, since she told him to get the hell out of there and asked for reinforcement from the warden at the cauldron prison, but it was only natural that the Minotaur wasn't interested in seeking any help.
To him: No outside help was needed for this situation. And to be fair, he sort of proved this point as well by holding and keeping the new witch with the eye patch in his arms. The Minotaur didn't waste any more time. Since he had the advantage over her, he proceeded to switch her position, as he maintained her in his arms.
He lowered her. Bringing her much, much closer to his crotch. All of a sudden, his bull's cock erupted out of the opening where his crotch was. The horned beast was incredibly erect. The veins on the side of his dick and balls were popping to the surface. Exposed, he was so horny. Then, he continued lowering the witch with the eye patch closer and closer to his mountain of a dick until he could eventually insert his gigantic cock underneath the skirt of the witch's dress.
Let's see…
Was she wearing any underwear underneath her dress? The Minotaur was about to find out about as she shoved his member underneath of it and immediately went for her pussy, searching for her, going in blind, mainly because he was too much in a haste to free his master, (and also, too much in a haste fuck her), to actually take the time to remove her clothes. But to be fair, one of the safest and simpler ways to break her spell, her captive enchantment, which was ensnaring September. It was, more often than not, always one of the best things to do in order to disrupt, break, or neutralize a spell. Having sex with the one who cast the spell in the first place. The disruption. The energy and mana transfer was exactly what was needed to cancel a spell. So, Junk was fully prepared to cancel anything that this one eyed bitch was doing to his master.
The demon then eventually found out whether she was wearing underwear or not. And she was. He felt underwear with a thin fabric under her skirt. It was smooth. Silky. Felt awesome to touch. Especially when poking it with his thick cock-head. After debating about what type of underwear it could be, thinking about it for a few seconds, the demon realized what it was. Yes. It had to be it. It was a thong. So, without any shred of hesitation, the Minotaur inserted his left arm underneath her dress as he was still holding her with his other arm. Found her thong again.
Held on to it. Pulled on it as hard as he could and snatched off of her as she was still wearing it. The witch with the eye patch, gasping and then moaning as he pulled on it and took it away. The Minotaur then brought it out from under her dress and as close as possible to his face. He saw it for the first time. Her thong was of a bright, white color. Junk sniffed it. He adored the smell of it. Not interested in separating himself from her delicious thong, he placed it over his left shoulder. Left it there, before regaining grasp of the one eyed witch's body. Holding her with both of his arms again. Then, he pushed the tip of his cock against her wet, vaginal laps and allowed her to sit on his veiny mountain.
The penetration began. At this point, the one eyed witch was no longer attempting to escape his grasp. She was under the various charms of the Minotaur, in many, many ways. She was so aroused that one of her big tits suddenly came out from the cleavage opening of her late, Victorian era looking dress. It just popped right out of it. She wasn't wearing any brassiere, so there was nothing covering her boobs, once one of them was out, in the open, freed. Based on that one uncovered breasts, her nipples were erect and quite thick at that.
"What… What kind of creature is able to defeat a witch like this?" the woman with the eye patch asked her as he inserted his cock deep into her and began fucking her.
"I just want to screw you, and your mana focus, and stop the effects of the spell you cast on my Queen. Nobody touches my Queen," the beast explained to her as he overpoweringly used her body as a simple cock sleeve for his member.
"But your witch is no longer a Queen…" she desperately tried explaining to him as she was left baffled by the devotion that he had for a criminal. She was then interrupted by her very own moaning.
"She is my Queen. And besides, she is the rightful heir to the throne. I don't care if you are hunting her, because I am hunting you now. You and your order or whatever!" the demon slowly explained to her. Nice and easy. She wasn't going anywhere, so there was no rush. He had her in the palm of his hand. She was his. If he needed to fuck her and make her come in order to break the spell she cast on his master, he was going to do it. No matter what.
He didn't mind becoming a spell breaker.
"You don't know what you are doing, Junk! Stop at this instant and leave!" September shouted at him, but it was too long. He had made up his mind at this point.
"By the way… The name is Agatha. It's an honor to be meeting you, Junk."