Chapter 225: Settling In As A Ruler
The day passed.
The demon knight was sitting on the throne of the Witch Queens.
He had taken their place. Meanwhile, the two sisters, the Witch Queens, were sitting on their knees on each side of him, keeping him company in this dark and ancient church. The place was still required to be repaired quite a bit after the recent fight that occurred here.
A couple of witch apprentices were scattered throughout the church, making repairs using their magical gifts, moving rumbles around telepathically and patching the holes that had been made in some walls during the battle the other day. Other witches were charged with repairing the windows.
Most if not all of them had been broken, so a lot of work had to be done to get the place back in order. A dozen apprentice witches were currently in the church with them. One of the most precious things about the throne Junk was sitting on was the fact that he could see most of the church from there, meaning that he could supervise the apprentice witches, and by supervising them, it truly meant that he could stare at their huge asses all day long as the worked for the greater cause of restoring the dark and ancestral church.
The two Witch Queens at his sides weren't wearing chains around the necks, yet, but Junk was deeply considering applying this idea at a later time. It was perhaps a bit too soon to chain them up and to act like they were his prisoners. Public fucking and shaming: Fine for the most part. It worked yesterday.
Even so, September was somewhat uncertain about it at first. Him sitting on the throne while the two of them were down on the ground at his sides: It worked, as well. He was getting away with it. As much as seeing them chained up would be deeply exciting to him, he couldn't do that just yet. He had to ease them into his dominance. But he was hoping to get to that point sooner rather than later.
"As I can see, you are making them work. A lot," September mentioned out loud, not even bothering to turn her head to look at him as she spoke to him. She was more involved with looking at how the apprentices were doing with the repairs. They used to be the people that she was taking care of before she was chased from here.
"Hey, they need to be put to use, right?" He asked her.
"Thanks for making them work! Having them helping to repair the damages that were made during our battle is a great idea!" Bridget was all on board with Junk at the commands.
"How can you be so happy that Junk is now taking the decisions and telling everyone what to do? We were in charge at some point. Don't you want us to be in charge again? Um?" She asked her. September wasn't too glad she was being told what to do and already felt like rebelling against the new system that had just been implemented in the village and in the hierarchy of the witches of the Autumn province. Demon knights never ruled over witches. It was something that could potentially shake everything, all the traditions of those witches. It was some kind of revolution. September wasn't too certain if this was the right path for them. Time would definitely tell.
"No, not really. September. We went over this already. Don't you remember? When we were being fucked in front of everybody in the middle of the village? I said it out loud. I personally enjoyed the fact that we are handled and that there is someone, who cares about us, that is in charge. I don't mind that Junk, a demon knight, is above us now. I love it, actually. It makes me feel that much more secure."
"I can't believe what I am hearing…" September frowned.
"Hey, witches! I didn't mean to ask you this, I mean, I thought about it, but I wasn't too sure about it, but you know? Would that be too much if I had chains around your small necks and used you as some kind of sex-slaves? Which you basically already are, anymore, right? I mean, look at you, especially you, Bridget, right?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Junk?" September was revolted by what he just asked them. As if all the rest wasn't enough.
"I'd love it! I love you so much, Junk! Give me a chain!" Bridget had pink hearts in her eyes, replacing her irises as she nodded, already agreeing to what the fierce Minotaur had just proposed to them. It didn't take her too long to get excited about it. Bridget was certainly into this sex-slave theme that the demon knight was trying to implement here in the village. After all, it sounded erotic enough for most of the witch apprentices present right now in the church to turn their heads and to look at Junk as he mentioned this idea. The witch apprentices smiled and bit their lower lip, becoming more aroused.
"What are you talking about? This can't be real…" September kept becoming more and more shocked by everything that was going on around her. Sure, she was now officially getting fucked by her demon knight, who used to be beneath her in terms of hierarchy, but no one was going to place a chain around her neck.
"Did someone say that we were going to get chains and that we would have a sex-slave role play or something like that?" A familiar voice was heard, penetrating into the throne room of the church. Everyone turned their heads to the source of the voice: It was no other than April. She was back from her morning hunt. She slowly and seductively walked into the throne and joined the others. She had her emerald bow in her back and she had a couple of freshly hunted pigs in her hands, carrying them around and bringing the food to her King.
The King that was sitting on the Witch Queen throne.
Did that mean that he was a Witch King now? Umn…
"April," Junk was glad to see her.
"Are we getting chains and used as sex-slaves before and after we vanquished Lord Monsoon?" The elf asked him.
"I was just about to mention this…"