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Chapter 213 - A Berserker In The Church

Chapter 213: A Berserker In The Church

It was time to go berserk.

Junk was going to do something massive without September's approval. 

The fact that April encouraged him was already more than enough for him to activate the barbarian aspect of him. Junk's eyes suddenly turned red and began stomping and running from one point to another in the main room of the church. 

The Minotaur grabbed the first witch sister on his right and bent her over, he lifted her witch's robe up, so he could have sex with her, right here on the spot while he was in this berserker mode. This witch was more confused than anything else at first. But then, as soon as he began inserting the tip of his cock inside of her, the sister changed her mind. She smiled and started to blush. Only with this cock contact against her wet, pussy lips was enough to change her mind about this and to get her on this side. 

Then, when he pushed the head of his meat deep inside of her, the sister could be heard moaning for the first time since all of this situation unfolded and that Junk decided to take matters into his own hands. All the other witch sisters turned their heads around and saw what this vile beast was doing to their sister. They all pointed their wands and their scepters at the Minotaur. 

They meant to attack him with their spells, but couldn't do a thing since he was standing so close to one of them. The risks of also hitting their sister was simply too high, and it wasn't worth it to them. To their disgust, their sister appeared to be enjoying herself quite a bit. She was groaning and moaning, and her slutty voice echoed through the church. Everyone could hear her. Even if they didn't want to. While September and Bridget were both battling it out, the witch sisters, who supported their current Witch Queen, didn't exactly know what to do. 

Their master was off, dueling with her older sister, and they now had a hostage situation on their hands. They haven't had a hostage situation like this since… Well… Since the last time September, the beast and the elf showed up at the village. 

This was turning into some kind of pattern, which the sisters of the village did not exactly appreciate. While most of the sisters were still pointing their wands and scepters at the Minotaur, confident in their ability to save their own and take the beast down, however, it wasn't exactly the same for some other sisters. Some of them… No. A lot of them were getting deeply turned on to the idea of being at the hostage's place. Or replacing her afterwards. Some of them were dying to be the next one. 

The hostage moaned deeper as the horned beast ultimately gave her the best orgasm she never had before in her entire life. She squealed as she felt her orgasm taking over her. Then, when it was over, the Minotaur pulled out of her. He continued keeping her as his hostage so he wouldn't be attacked by one or many of these witch sisters. 

He had to take his precautions. Those were young witches who had been trained a long time ago by September. They were originally September's pupils. Then, Bridget took over, but September was their original mentor. Junk knew that and tried his best to never forget that. Underestimating the apprentices September once trained would be fatal. He preferred not to do that. However, the bull did notice that there were a lot of witches who began observing him with lusty eyes as they blushed, as well. 

He knew he had the upper hand now. At least, with some of them. And as he noticed that the two Witch Queens were still battling it out, quite sensually too as their tits were crashing and rubbing against one another, he knew he had some time to seduce more young and blossoming apprentices. He smirked as he caught another witch apprentice that was remarkably close to him. That witch was all over him. Staring at him, but hearts in her eyes. 

Her wand barely menacingly pointed at him. He knew he could do something with that one. All of a sudden, Junk let go of his hostage and switched her up with another one, this one witch who was basically fucking him with her eyes. He grabbed a hold of her, and it came dangerously close for some witches to cast a few spells on him, but stopped doing so at the last second since another hostage came into play. 

A lot of them said: 'Damn it!' To themselves. Others were reassured that there was a second hostage, since this meant there was another witch in the family that was going to get fucked. This also meant that there was a chance that more of them would be banged by him. This arousal feeling was dangerously contagious among the young sisters. 

It had some kind of domino effect on them. All of them were expected to be feeling under the Minotaur's charms, sooner or later. The new hostage he took, the second one in total, was being held in the strong arms of the beast. He held her, and she never posed any rejection to it. 

The witch student soon ended up rubbing her big butt against his crotch as she was being held by him. She appreciated and enjoyed the pure dominance that he was providing. Counting on making her his during this hostage situation, just like he had done to another one a moment ago, (that first witch was still rolling on the floor, feeling the wonderful aftermaths of her powerful orgasm), the bull didn't waste any more time on this one. 

He picked her up from the ground and made her hover on top of his still erect cock, and eventually made her sit on top of his member. It worked quite well, since she wasn't wearing anything underneath her witch's robe. It was extremely easy for him, all things considered. He inserted his meat inside of her, and she began moaning not too long after the initial penetration.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me!" The second hostage begged the Minotaur.

"At this rate… He's going to fuck all of us like this…" Another witch student mentioned. Alerted. Confused. Turned on. Frightened.

"Where's the problem in that?" One of her sisters replied to her, questioning her.