Chapter 198: What Is Best For Him?
On each side of the medical chamber, something deeply seductive and sexual was occurring.
On one side, there was September, who was desperately attempting to keep Agatha from fully penetrating inside the room. She was using her spell to make it impossible, at the current moment, at least, for the burned witch to reach Junk. In this process, preventing her from moving around wasn't the only thing she was doing to her body.
September was deeply aggressive with her. She used some kind of telepathic magic to temper with her nipples. She was making them move around without even touching them. She was fondling them, doing so remotely and with ease. This caused the burned witch to moan a bit as her thick nipples were being pulled on.
The sensitivity of her nipples were giving her a hard time. Agatha had freed herself and come into the medical chamber in order to get some real work done and to leave with the champion that was Junk. She originally had no intentions to be wasting time with these two women. Especially not with this witch. The worst thing about it was the fact that she could easily see April having some real fun with the demon on the other side of the room, right on top of the medical table. If only she could swap places with April. If only she could.
The Minotaur impressed her a lot during the first encounter. And then, he impressed her even more after that when she came to 'visit' the Autumn Tower. Now, the only thing Agatha was thinking about was everything she could accomplish while being beneath the feet of her king, Lord Monsoon. Everything Lord Monsoon could accomplish if had a demon knight working for him. He could be a powerful ally.
Or even better… What if I truly made him? What if I truly turn him into my own, personal demon knight? Everything I could accomplish if I had him working for me. I would then no longer have to serve the pig, Agatha thought.
But she was getting ahead of herself, and she wasn't even realizing it. She was pretty certain she had her mind locked on the young man on the medical table, but that wasn't exactly true. She had something else on her mind that was becoming more and more impossible for her to avoid. All the pure and deep sensations she was feeling from her nipples moving without being touched. She was losing track of what she was truly supposed to be doing, and the Autumn witch was the one to blame at this point in time. For better or for worse, she was successfully able to hold her captive at the entrance of the room.
For better: Because this was allowing more time for April to save Junk's life. However, for worse: Due to the fact that Agatha was slowly beginning to enjoy everything that September was doing to her. She began moaning considerably more than she used to. She lost her balance. She licked her plump lips. She still tried to move. She still attempted to take a step forward, but it didn't exactly work as expected. Her movements were slow and paralyzed for the most part. Her nipples grew a bit thicker as well.
"Quit trying. You won't be able to set foot in this room."
"Does it feel awful for you that I am beginning to enjoy whatever you are doing to me right now, September?" she asked her.
"You, what? I never thought you would. Aren't you getting fucked by Lord Monsoon every day or something like that? I mean, since you are one of his slaves and everything?" she demanded of her.
"I am not his slave. I am the best witch he has! And no, I never had sex with him! Never!" She shouted.
"The two feel like the exact same thing to me, really. But if you are saying that you are the best witch he has, I believe you. And between us, that sort of reassured me. It makes me feel like we won already. If you are his best one and that we are beating you right now, we should probably be good for the rest of things. You agree?" September explained and then asked Agatha, rendering her furious.
"You have not beaten me, just yet. We are only getting started. But honestly, go ahead and keep going. When you pull on my nipples like this, it feels kind of nice…" She admitted as she moaned.
"Calm down, bitch. I don't want you to get so wet that you have an orgasm right here on the spot. That would be quite sad. I am not even actively doing anything to turn you on. The only things I am doing is preventing you from moving and twisting your nipples a bit. If you need to have an orgasm, that's kind of remarkable and awesome, honestly. Either it's that or Lord Monsoon doesn't give you any love at the moment. It's one of the two for sure," September told her.
"You think you're such a smart-ass, huh?" she asked her.
"..." September didn't say anything at the moment .
On the other side of the medical chamber, long after the green cloud had been cast by April and was slowly helping to extract the electric damages from Junk's wound, April had moved on to something that was quite rudimentary, but efficient. Lying down on top of Junk's body, with her big, elvish's ass directly shoved in his face, she was giving him the best blow-job he ever had in his entire life.
The only issue was the fact that he wasn't conscious to experience it. Junk was still fighting for his life. He was still battling to come out of this unconscious state he was in after being injured by Lord Monsoon. Originally, April wasn't supposed to be sucking his dick while he was unconscious. She personally preferred doing it when he was awake and feeling everything.
However, September was right. She had to use the secret techniques performed and taught to her for a long time by her elvish tribe. Sexual healing. This was exactly what she had had to do in order to bring him back. She simply had to do the best job she could and then maybe, just maybe, she could right everything that was wrong. She couldn't wait to be able to speak to her favorite person again. So, it was also the case for September. The two ladies wanted him back.
His life was still on the line here.