Chapter 215: Duel Of Sisters
The duel took place later that same night.
Everyone moved to the arena of the village. A small court where a lot of the witches practiced magic and entertained duels to figure out which one of them were the strongest ones. Witch duels were not exactly fighting.
They truly weren't as the duels involving them would ultimately have nothing to do with a real battle. Nothing involving fists, at least. On one side of the court, there was September, still wearing her entire witch outfit, including the jack-o-lantern breastplates, she held her scepter.
While not quite pointing her magical weapon at her younger sister just yet, she was ready to do so. Meanwhile, Bridget stood tall in front of her on the other side of the court. She was no longer completely nude, as it was the case earlier in the dark church. She had put something on. Or rather, her witch students put a bit of clothes on her before the beginning of the battle. It wasn't much. She wore some kind of bikini armor, which was deemed to be fitting for those kinds of witch duels. So, what the current Witch Queen‒Bridget wore, was considered to be witch bikini armor.
It was a two-piece bikini set. And it was orange. Pumpkin orange. It wasn't only September who proudly wore the jack-o-lantern colors.
At the end of the day, the two of them were Witch Queens of the Autumn kingdom. Bridget held her wand in her hands. She was ready to fight just as much as her big sister was. People were watching. April, Junk, and most of the witch students were watching the arena quite closely. There were platforms on both sides of the arena and people could sit on benches to watch the performances. In this specific case, the performances of the two Witch Queen sisters. April and Junk were surrounded by these witch students. The two of them were not exactly prisoners, but they were not exactly free either. They were surrounded for a good reason.
Junk was no longer wearing his armor.
The witch apprentices didn't want them to try anything, such as trying to escape or helping September in any way. While there was indeed some close supervisions on April, most of the attention of the students was focused on the bull.
After getting fucked him, one after the other in their church, the witches grew fond of him quite a bit. It wasn't exactly as if he had already built his own little harem here, but it was pretty much the case.
The witches were all over him, and he couldn't move, they were standing so close to him and hugging him so much. A lot of them were kissing his body, such as his muscular arms and his cheeks. Which left him with so much red lipstick marks all over him. He was covered in them. Some witches were giggling and acting like real sluts all over him, which he deeply loved. April wasn't completely jealous, but she sure looked that way.
April never had any problem with Junk banging any women he wanted, but this was beginning to be a lot. Even for her. She folded her arms together and blushed as she witnessed an increasing amount of witches standing around him, joining the group as they all gushed over him. To April, it felt as if this was never going to end.
"Are you alright over there, Junk?" April asked him.
"What? Yeah. Sure. Why would there be a problem?"
"Are you not worried about what is going to happen to Sept? She is down there, in the arena, you know?" April reminded him.
"Ah! Sure! Sure! I'm worried about her! A lot!" He replied.
"Are you? Really?" The wood elf questioned him.
"Look. I'm sure she is going to be just fine. You know? It's September, our Witch Queen, we are talking about here, right?"
"I suppose you are right. I suppose we should keep watching and see what happens. Still, I am worried about her about the duel."
Back down there, in the area, the duel was about to start.
"Bridget. Are you certain this is necessary?" She asked her.
"Of course, it is. Do you want peace or not?" She replied.
"Right about now, that's the only thing I really want."
"Then, shut up and let's have our battle!" Bridget suddenly shouted at her, and she spun her wand in the air before casting her first spell of the duel. "Perverted Undressing Hands!" She shouted the name of the spell as she cast it. Then, in a matter of seconds, two magical hands of a rather flashy orange color were summoned.
Their master, Bridget, commanded them to rush to her enemy, September and to do exactly what they were expected of them to accomplish: Undressing the ex-Witch Queen. September attempted to react to her spell as fast as possible, but protection and evasion spells were not exactly what she was the most skilled in.
She was typically more on the offensive, and finding herself confronting her sister also meant she also had to face some of the old tricks she taught her a long time ago. Such as the magical undressing hands. The hands rushed at her and immediately latched on to her witch robe. They pulled on her and ripped it apart in no time.
The next moment, September was left with only wearing her jack-o-lantern breastplates and her sexy, high-heeled boots. And she wasn't done with the magical hands just yet. They were still here. They were still after her. She jumped around, desperately trying to avoid them, as she was preparing her first spell of the duel. Having to avoid them while preparing her counterattack wasn't exactly easy. It took her a while, only to cast a little something.
"Destructive Fireball!" She shouted the name of her spell as she finally cast it. A huge fireball was created and shot right in the shared direction of the two magical hands. The fireball successfully hit the pair of hands.
Boom!
A cloud of dark smoke appeared after the impact. Seconds after, as the smoke was dissipated, September was able to see in front of her, only to discover that her fireball hadn't been able to stop the hands. Not even one of them. The hands flew in her direction again and this time successfully latched on to her jack-o-lantern breastplates. Pulling them away from her big tits. Undressing her even more.
"She got me!" September said to herself.
"That fireball felt like tickling to my hands," Bridget smirked.