Chapter 212: Considering Having Peace
They were running out of time.
"Why are you even considering just now?" Bridget asked.
"Peace. Honestly. Why don't we make peace and unite? This is exactly what our parents would have wanted us to do. Think about it, Bridget. If we work together, you would no longer have to deal with someone such as Lord Monsoon. He will no longer be a threat to us. I know you still believe that I messed up and that I did horrible crimes against our village, but this isn't true. You have to believe me. I would never do anything against any of my sisters…" Speaking of which, exactly as the ex-Witch Queen desperately tried claiming and explaining that she was innocent and mentioned the other sisters, they all stormed in.
Finally, opening the gates behind the Minotaur and surrounding everyone. They were trapped here. All the sisters were pointing their scepters or/and wands at September and her unusual party.
Junk was so surprised by the sheer amount of witches filling the room, which there were about twenty of them all around. Surprised by their high number, Junk accidentally allowed Bridget, the completely naked Bridget, to jump out of his arms.
He didn't mean to allow this, but Bridget was so eager to rush at her older sister and punch her right in the face, that he couldn't contain her for too long. Not because of a lack of strength or domination from his part, it was never the case, he was simply distracted by the other witches more than anything else really.
She was all wet and soapy, as well, which made her highly slippery, to say the least. The point was: He lost her. He, unfortunately, lost her amidst this chaos, and she immediately came back down onto her feet before running at September. She wasn't armed. Which meant no wand or other magical items, compared to September, who still had her jack-o-lantern scepter at her side. Bridget knew she was in control. This was a sector governed by her, and the church was filled with her forces. She now had the upper hand. She rushed at September and had her punch ready.
"You speak of peace, but you are the one who brought war to us! Are you out of your freaking minds! You are going to die!"
"Bridget. We still can't fix things. Trust me. I am not the criminal renegade you believe me to be. You have to understand…"
"There is nothing to understand," the young sister and current Witch Queen of the Autumn kingdom continued rushing at her, meaning to assault her, and the two kept having this conversation together. Nothing could stop her. Bridget wished to hurt her. "We are supposed to be good witches. In order to protect our home, we have to use the darkness to protect the light better. But you fell into darkness and your heart has become just it… You became an overlord. A bad apple. You turned into a dark witch, and we have to stop you at any cost. There is nothing else I need to tell you!" Bridget screamed at her as she finally made it to her, closer to the throne at the end of the main room of the church, she finally threw her punch at her.
Which September was successfully able to block at the last second. However, since Bridget was so determined to attack her and punch her in the face, she continued her assault by throwing another punch at her with her other hand. As a direct result of that, September had no other choice to block that punch as well with her other palm, which led to her, unfortunately, having to drop her scepter.
It rolled on the floor of the church. September's palm now both held Bridget's firsts. The two were competing against one another. One was more on the offensive and the other on the defensive. Strangely enough, September was the one more on the defensive, which was rare to see her in that position. She typically didn't care about fighting her enemies and even going as far as killing them, however, this time, it wasn't the same. Her enemy was her younger sister. The one she loved so much. She was tired of having her as an enemy.
She felt like this had to end. The elder sisters she met earlier, whether they were ghosts or hallucinations, real or not real, September felt like they were right. This had to end. She fought back against her sister's fists and gritted her teeth. She no longer knew what to say to stop her and make her understand her point of view.
Bridget's exposed, wet, and soapy tits were hardly colliding against September's chest. Rubbing against her jack-o-lantern chest plates. Since September's chest plates were quite soft and flexible, at the same time as being a formidable protection for her breasts, the softness of them made this…
Pleasurable for the both of them, even if they didn't notice it when it all happened, as they were caught in the middle of all this action. Meanwhile, Junk and April stood there, unsure if they should help their Witch Queen or stand there and watch. Even if the current situation was quite dangerous, it was still entertaining for them to be watching two sisters battling it out and accidentally shoving their big tits against one another. They watched as the other witches continued pointing their wands at them. Even if they wished to do something, they couldn't.
"Do you think we should do something to help her?"
"Don't know, April. But that many sexy witches in one church. I don't know if I can control myself for too long," Junk said.
"What do you mean? Do you actually mean? Are you thinking about what I'm thinking about right now?" April began smiling.
"Yup…" This Minotaur was a beast of only a few words.
"You, vile stud. You're thinking of totally going berserk on all of them, are you?" The ranger began getting excited about that idea.
"Maybe…" The demon knight nodded at her, slowly.
"When do you want to do that?" April asked him.
"We can't just let September's peace offer make her lose her battle against her sister. We have to do something now, otherwise we're doomed…"