Chapter 203: Getting The House In Order
Peace and calm was restored at the tower.
"So, what's next?" The demon knight asked as he was relaxing in a perfectly comfortable bed with the gorgeous April at his side. She was entirely naked, exactly as it was the case for him.
However, there was a thin blanket, which barely covered her tits, her crotch, and her ass. There was another blanket covering the Minotaur's big dick, but that monstrous and at the same time beautiful thing couldn't be hidden entirely. The horned creature was flaccid, but yet, his scandalously huge member was still perceived as some kind of mountain beneath the cover. Junk had one arm around April's shoulders. She was hers. Both of her hands were on top of his bare-chest as she caressed it. The buxom elvish, young woman was all over him, and she was worshiping, as she often, if not always did.
Her big tits were caressing the side of his body, right beneath his strong, left arm. She was struggling not to kiss him all over and suck his cock that morning, again. The two weren't alone in the bedroom. September was here as well. She wasn't anywhere near close to the bed, though. She was walking in the room.
Pacing from side to another with her arms folded together and her high heels making constant clicking noises on the hardwood floor. Her moving shadow was cast on the bed where the others were.
The only one in the room who didn't seem to be taking this entire situation too seriously was no other than April. She was over there, giggling like a little girl. Enjoying her life. Enjoying the fact that she was still alive, despite all the messed up things, which happened to her and the rest of our friends. When facing Lord Monsoon, the danger of never making it out alive was grand. But Monsoon was not the only one she ended up confronting…
"What do you mean: What do we do next? We keep going with the same plan we have been working with for the past months. We continue to search for the missing cauldron shards. Restoring the cauldron is the best way for us to gather enough strengths and mana to retake the throne back. This is the best path for us to finally destroy Monsoon. And my sister, Bridget, in the process," September explained to him. September was unbreakable. She never wished to divert from her original plan. She was not interested in changing her mind. Not now, not anytime soon. She kept pacing back-and-forth in the bedroom, almost as if she was looking for something. Searching for a new solution in her head that could make them restore the cauldron sooner rather than later. This was taking too much time.
"I believe we are going all wrong about it," Junk mentioned.
"What do you mean by that?" September questioned him. She finally came to a stop in the middle of the bedroom, now standing right on the edge of the bed. She was looking straight at the Minotaur in the eyes. This was one of the first times her demon knight opposed himself to her in any way, shape, or form like that.
"Screw the cauldron! We don't need it that much!" He said.
"Says the one who broke it!" September counterattacked.
"No. I'm serious. We don't need it. We are strong enough as it is. Look what we did to Lord Monsoon, we defeated him. And we were not even prepared to fight him when we had to," he explained.
"Sure. But it wasn't Lord Monsoon as his full power. It was only a lightning facade of him. It was made to look like him and to replicate some of his strengths. It wasn't like we fought the real one. You've got to understand that, Junk. The real one with his true form is something else entirely. That's why than during that time at the witch village, it was much better to seal him away somewhere else rather than fighting him. We couldn't. But now, he's freed. He's back and he's after us. That's why we need to find the missing shards and restore the cauldron as soon as possible. It's our only chance."
"And I said: 'No'. Not in a million years. This is not our only chance. We can do this without the restored cauldron. The September I used to know, the one who was there for me when I originally made it out of jail, was much more ruthless than that. What happened to you, Witch Queen? I believe it's time we take charge of the Autumn Kingdom. We can do it," Junk explained to his Witch Queen. April was getting hornier and hornier as she continued to listen to the demon knight speaking. What he had to say turned her on. She never stopped caressing his chest. Eventually, her hand was slowly sliding down his body and making it closer and closer to where his crotch was. She couldn't help it. Junk was all serious, and he was talking about something crucial to them and their survival, and yet, the only thing she could think about was his big dick. She craved it again.
"And how do you suggest we do this exactly, huh?" September asked him, still with her arms folded together right beneath her large and bountiful tits. She cocked her head, as well.
"We stormed the freaking witch village. We take it by force, and I'll make your sister my little bitch. That's all. Then, with the witch village in our possession, we could change the narrative and fix something that has been broken for far too long," he explained to her.
"Fix something that was broken for far too long? And what would that be exactly, huh?" September questioned him again.
"The position of the Witch Queen. That role was stolen from you. We have to change that. If we can make you the Witch Queen again, as this is supposed to be the case anyway, we could gain more support and then have a better chance against Lord Monsoon and The Trick-Or-Treat Order, or whatever they are called again. I seriously can't recall too much, and I seriously don't care at this point. With you being the Witch Queen again, we could have a better presence and position overall," he presented his point to her.
"April."
"Yes, Sept?"
"What do you think about all of this?"
"There is something I need to tell you that I forgot about up to this point…"
"Which is?" September raised an eyebrow.
"As Junk was battling Lord Monsoon the other day, I was pulled into the woods and confronted by a different enemy."
"Who?" Junk asked her.
"A different enemy?"
"Yeah. It was the green tea elemental monster from the Morgan Marsh," April revealed to them.