Chapter 145: Agatha (Part 2)
Her second boob burst out of her dress, following the other one.
She was so excited to be used as a cock sleeve by the horny demon. To be Treated quite roughly by him. Her second tit popped right out of underneath of her dress as the both of her nipples hardened.
The Autumn witch might have been doing anything she possibly could to tell her demon knight that he shouldn't be doing this with the witch, but Junk was listening for her. Whatever she did or said to him, he was going to do what he was going to do. He wasn't 'bull-headed' for no good reason. It was because he was quite literally a bull. By this point, September had ceased trying to persuade the demon knight to change his mind about this and then strictly focused on attempting to re-obtain her jack-o-lantern scepter. This was her only way out. If she could just stretch her arm a bit more, she could possibly get it back. This was, of course, easier said than done, especially as she was held captive inside of this box high in the sky. In this cage, her movements had vastly been reduced for the most part. Her movements had slowed down. It was almost as if she was caught, trapped, in the middle of a deep dream, a nightmare, and she couldn't escape it. It was like she was asleep and She couldn't wake up. Then, as she was trying her best to focus and re-obtain her scepter, trying to reach it with her arm, she kept hearing the perverted and loud moaning of the witch with the eye patch downstairs.
September already knew she was a slut, but not to the degree of stealing the knight of another witch and fucking him right in public, in the middle of the street. Even though the gathering of people, who supported the Autumn witch earlier had disappeared, there were still quite a lot of people watching, closely observing what was happening in town. Men and women were looking out their windows: Breath taken by what they were seeing. Many of them, watching, were, envying the demon, that he was getting to fuck such a gorgeous woman in public, in broad daylight. Meanwhile, a good portion of the women who were watching, envied the lady with the long, orange hair and the eye patch. Junk was a tall, huge, muscular, and colossal monster of a bull. It wasn't for nothing that he was a demon. He was unique. There weren't a lot of other Minotaurs around here.
The ladies were more often than not aroused by Junk. And it was the case here, on this street. The locals here were watching. Whether it was people, looking out their windows from the comfort of their homes, or a few other, courageous people, standing outside, on their porches. In any case, people weren't interested in getting involved with what was happening in the street because everyone knew that they couldn't stop a witch. They couldn't stop a demon knight, either, if that was what they wished to do. The two couldn't be separated easily, and the renegade, run-away, criminal Autumn witch wouldn't be saved easily either. Something that many locals wished to do. However, for the residents here, it was much better for them to wait until someone with more authority came here.
A couple of the locals had already warned the people at the cauldron prison, including the warden. And since the prison guards and the rest of the employees at the cauldron more or less acted as the police force in town, it was best for them to come for help. Although, a couple of the residents on that one street clearly demonstrated that they wished to get involved and save the Autumn witch right this second rather than wait for later. But it was honestly too dangerous. For everyone in town.
"You make for a decent cock sleeve, Agatha," Junk complimented her, in his own way, not too long after she revealed her name to him. Nonetheless, he continued fucking her right below the rectangular box with the orange walls. The demon knight even went as far as leaning forward and licking her erect nipples during his mission. His objective? Screwing up her mana focus and hopefully breaking the spell that had been bestowed on his master, on his dear and beloved Queen. It was the first time in a long while that Agatha had been fucked like this, carried in the arms of a monster that could bang her, standing up like this, without resting or leaning on anything. A brute force such as Junk didn't need anything to have sex on. No bed required. No desk required. No table required. He doesn't even need to do it on the ground, either, even though that can work quite nicely.
"I've been told once that I was a formidable cock sleeve. Not only a decent one," Agatha more or less corrected him.
"Ah. I don't care. You are fine. I guess," he mentioned to her.
"Um. Are you kidding me? You are telling me that September, the Autumn witch, who is my prisoner above us, is actually a better and more appropriate cock sleeve than I am?" Agatha asked the demon knight as she purred and moaned a lot.
"Well… About that… I don't exactly know…" he tried saying.
"Don't answer, Junk! It's a trap. She is trying to manipulate you," September shouted at her knight. Attempted to stop him.
"Look, who's talking…" Agatha moaned a bit more again.
"Victoria. You should know that I am not only the pussy breaker, but I am also the spell breaker!" the demon knight told her.
"What?" she grew confused, but quickly realized what was going on. Junk suddenly began accelerating. Moving his cock faster and faster. Fucking her stronger. "Oh, no, I'm cumming! I'm losing grip. I'm falling. I'm cumming!" Agatha as she felt a powerful orgasm exploding inside of her. Then, as she came, Junk ejaculated and filled her sweet pussy. Most likely impregnating her. The spell was successfully broken. The box vanished. September was freed. She caught her jack-o-lantern scepter before falling down. She swiftly shifted it into its flying broomstick form.
She flew.