Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 181: Taking Care Of Our Own

Chapter 181: Taking Care Of Our Own

Gill was healed.

They managed to come back in time before it was too late for him. In under three hours, the swamp monster was already feeling much better than he did before. He also left earlier than he was originally supposed to. Much earlier. In about a day, he was brought back to his place, his home: ‘The Morgan Marsh’. He was brought back there by September herself. Gill would be flying aboard her magical broomsticks for the next couple of days until he was sent back there. Meanwhile, Junk and April were left alone. They were left to defend The Autumn Tower. It was up to them to do so.

“God! I cannot wait to have sex with the witch!” he shouted.

“With Sept? Is she going to let you?” April asked him.

“She better! Or else I am going to walk on her!” he insisted.

“Are you serious? You are not going to do something like this, are you?” April demanded to him, surprised by what he just said. April was in the process of showering as the two were having this conversation. The bull and the elvish girl banged it out almost as soon as the witch departed with Gill. Not that they needed to be home alone to be having sex, it wasn’t like that. But they quickly realized that they couldn’t think about anything else while they were alone. Hell, they couldn’t think about anything else, even while being with other people, so once they were alone, one could only speculate on how attracted they were to one another. They had sex, and April then decided that she wished to take a shower. Junk opted to shower with her. Then, they had sex one more time in the shower. The demon ejaculated twice inside of her in the span of two hours. April was then forced to be taking another shower afterwards. Washing once again. However, this time, the Minotaur didn’t stay for shower number two. But he watched. He watched her shower. He found this quite entertaining. So much so that he slowly found himself growing with a third erection that day. He wasn’t exactly jerking off while watching her shower, but he deeply entertained the idea of actually doing it.

“What do you think?” the Minotaur asked her in response to her question. Was Junk actually crazy enough to make the personal decision to walk out on someone like September and suddenly refusing to obey to her? So far, so good, their relationship, or rather, their work relationship was functioning for the most part. But what would exactly happen if Junk was ever deciding to move forward, doing something like that? What would happen then?

“I think you are never going to do something like that.”

“April. I’m serious. I need to fuck her. I can’t wait anymore,” Junk was a predator. An apex predator. He was one of the last, few remaining Minotaurs still alive. It was important‒capital to him to be breeding all the time. Which he did with April and other women. However, for some reason, mating and breeding with The Autumn Witch would be something entirely different to him. He could imagine it: Making monsters with her. Half-junk and Half-September, little monsters. They would be so helpful to their cause too. But naturally, what the Minotaur wanted the most was to have sex with her. Making her his. Finally, making her his.

“Am I not enough?” she seductively mentioned to him as she continued showering, this time, moving on to washing her hair with a natural shampoo that she and September used all the time. His erection grew as the shampoo accidentally dripped down and crash-landed a little all over her generous, large breasts. His cock was throbbing now. He could hardly keep himself together. Even though he didn’t have to, he wasn’t too sure about jumping her again. He truly wished to keep some juice in his tank for September, when she would be back. He wasn’t going to take too long for her to come back. Soon, definitely soon. In only a couple of days, she should be back home, and it would be his time to shine and fuck September.

“You. Are. The best. But I got to have her. It’s important.”

“Then, go for it!” April encouraged him. Right away. No hesitation. No holding back. She was encouraging him. “But like I told you multiple time, it is not going to be easy. At all. September only has sex with her spectres,” April began to explain to him.

“Her spectres?” The demon stopped everything right there and cocked his head to the side. He had never heard of this before.

“Shit…” April continued showering, rinsing her hair as she looked the other way. She had made a mistake. She wasn’t supposed to be talking about this. It was supposed to be a secret thing.

“I never heard of spectres. Or her having spectres,” he said.

“I wasn’t supposed to be saying anything about this. Please forget I even said anything about this, okay?” April told him.

“Tell me everything. I want to know. I really do,” he said.

“Well… Since I already told you about it a bit, I guess there is no point in hiding everything from you now. Look. Junk. Yes. Sept has spectres. Her spectres are entities that she can manipulate through her Autumn magic. It’s something super secret that she wouldn’t want me to let you know about, but the point is: Because of those spectres, she does not need to have sex with you, or anyone else.”

“And here I was, thinking she never had sex. Um…” he replied. But then, the Minotaur suddenly stopped talking. He heard something. He heard something coming from upstairs. It was like windows breaking.

“What’s wrong, Junk?” she asked him. She didn’t hear anything because she was still showering. The water was making so much noise.

“I believe we have visitors,” he mentioned to her. Alerted.