Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 169: Tandem Between Junk & Gill

Chapter 169: Tandem Between Junk & Gill

It began raining.

Exactly as the horned demon appeared on the other side of the wooden porch, the rain came down like sucking punch and the only thing that was preventing April and Gill from getting showered with the water, and it was only a small and poorly maintained roof. Although, Gill wouldn’t mind being showered with water. He’d love, actually. And for April, she was already pretty much dripping with an overwhelming amount of it, so more it wouldn’t be making that much of a big difference. But at the end of the day, she appreciated the fact that she wasn’t receiving any more water on her. Especially  since she was still oozing with the creature’s load as she didn’t her tight pussy to be washed. Not now, not anytime soon. Not ever, if possible. April’s back was resting against one of the exterior walls of the cabin for the longest time, up until she was left to slide down to the wooden flooring of the porch. Slowly, she made it down and her butt hit the ground after Gill let her go. Her pink pussy was still oozing with Gill’s semen long after she made it down. The load was dripping out of her and sliding a little all over the porch. Gill was still standing over her as his huge dick was throbbing in front of her. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. And then, as she stared at it, it donned on her: This wasn’t over. She was ready for round two. She was already set to go on this adventure. After all, Gill was still hard, and his cock was throbbing for her. This wasn’t over.

“Oh, it’s dirty…” she said as she gazed at his cock for the longest time before looking up again at his eyes. They were looking at one another, right in the eyes. An erotic eye contact. “... Do you want me to clean it up for you or something?” she continued speaking with this erotic tone in her voice. Communicating with the ugliest of all creatures with the most precious of elvish seduction. To be fair: Gill never thought that he’d be here, getting a quick, but lovely fuck with an actual elvish woman. And a superbly gorgeous one at that, too. Gill was a creature. A bog monster. Beasts such as him never believed that anything like this could ever happen. Even less so during a situation in which he was the one who received all the love like that and in a way that felt so genuine and legitimate. It wasn’t like he was having an affair with a prostitute. A bitch that would be lying to him and not care about, draining his gold coins more than draining his cum. Hell, Gill would never even be possible to get himself a whore. He didn’t have the gold coins, nor did he have the physique to have any prostitutes interested in him. All the women would be much too frightened of him. So, Gill stayed in the only place he had mostly always been: The Morgan Marsh. No other places for him. But through this darkness that was this swamp, there was her: April. Gill truly thought that all of this was a dream. The most pleasant dream he ever had at this point. Hearing this elvish girl, offering him to give him a blow-job, was something that he couldn’t refuse. He nodded.

“...” he didn’t say anything other than grunting a bit and nodding to her. This was all she needed. As April was sitting down on her butt and that, she was about to lean forward to get a hold of what she had to clean up, she noticed a certain something from the corner of her eye‒a certain someone to be exactly. She turned her around. To her left. And she saw him. Junk. His shadowy figure was standing right there on the other side of the porch. He appeared out of nowhere, showing up like a ghost. The heavy rain silenced his movements earlier as he stepped out of the wooden cabin. She saw him. He saw her. Gill eventually turned his around as well, just to take a look at what the young and sexy elvish girl was looking at, and he saw the beast, the Minotaur. They were interrupted.

“Junk?” April said his name, confused. She immediately felt like she had done something wrong, even though it wasn’t the case so much. It wasn’t like she was with Junk or that she was engaged to him or anything like that. They were two friends… Who fucked together… A lot. That was it. Nothing else going. Sure, they had some kind of friendship and camaraderie, but it wasn’t anything deeper than that. For now at least. But for some reason, April truly felt like she had done something wrong. Something awful. She stopped everything at once. The dick cleaning process could never be officially begun.

“Is everything… Okay?” Gill asked the Minotaur.

“Don’t stop for me. I was just checking on you, guys, to see everything was okay. I heard screaming,” the horned demon mentioned to them as he stepped a bit closer toward them. Making a bit more noise this time as the old wood under his hooves creaked.

“I’m fine. Everything is fine,” April promised him.

“I made sure she was okay…” Gill explained to him.

“Go on. Clean up his dick. And do a decent job at it. Would you?” the Minotaur carefully explained to her. “Meanwhile, I’ll be banging you, April. I recently woke up with a hardwood. Don’t know why,” Junk said as he instructed the young and bountiful elvish girl.

The next moment, the demon was deep into her pussy as April as crawling on her four on the porch. And she was doing exactly as it was told of her to do: Cleaning up Gill’s dick. Well, she tried. It wasn’t exactly that easy with a juggernaut of a beast behind her, constantly moving in and out of her tight pussy, smashing her like crazy. Doing it doggie-style like this was something that made her feel like she was never in control. Which was even more of a big turn on for her. Her long and pink tongue was sticking out of her mouth as she had it swinging on one side to another all over Gill’s glans.

Meanwhile, above, hidden in the darkness of the cabin’s roof… September was sitting with her legs peacefully crossed together… Watching.