Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 110: Elvish Meat Shield

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Chapter 110: Elvish Meat Shield

April moved in front of September at the last moment. She was the unexpected protection for the Autumn witch. She didn’t wish for September to be molested by the swine monster. The gorgeous elvish woman was ready to sacrifice herself for the greater good of their squad. That and the fact that she had grown more and more excited about the possibility to be fucked by this monstrous pig again. She bit her lower lip in sheer excitement. After intervening and placing herself between the pig monster and September, she never stopped and remained static. She jumped, leaping into the air and galloped right into the arms of the towering, electric monster.

While Lord Monsoon was not surprised of caught off-guard pretty often, this was exactly what had just happened. When April managed to jump toward Monsoon, she realized at the last moment that she had jumped a little too high in the air. She was so excited and careless that she had missed the mark completely. Instead of jumping into his arms, she had made it much higher than she anticipated it to be the case: On his head. Her arms glided on both sides of his head. Soon, wrapping themselves around it. After landing on there, April was now sitting on his face as the towering monster was still standing on his hooves. Lord Monsoon stopped moving. Remained static for a short moment amount of time as September, Junk, Bridget, and Debra observed the situation unfolding. Then, a handful of seconds after April had mounted the thunderous beast, she began moaning. Progressively moaning louder and louder. Giggling as well. Was she in trouble? September, Junk and the others had no idea what the monster was going to do to her. She had prevented him from attacking and molesting September, so chances were that he was pretty mad at her. However, the more time she spent, mounted on his head, the more she moaned. She was enjoying herself. Then, wet, slimy noises could be heard. September stepped closer a bit. She saw it. His tongue swinging around. Lord Monsoon was eating April out.

He was licking her wet pussy and pleasuring her. April wasn’t simply moaning because she was excited to be sitting on top of the pig’s face. The monster was actively pleasuring. For some reason, the fact that Lord Monsoon was licking her clitoris and her vaginal lips had for added effect to turn him on even more. September and the others could see it. It was throbbing. It was hardening. It was getting longer and bigger and better. The veins on his dick were popping to the surface. The perverted pig was obviously becoming hornier and hornier. Lord Monsoon’s tongue was swiftly inserted of April’s pussy as she was riding him. The monster grabbed her legs and was holding her tight. Meanwhile, the adorable elvish woman wrapped her arms around his big head and rested her big tits right on top of it, between his pointy, pig ears. Lord Monsoon’s cock was beginning to ooze with pre-cum. Even though he had just ejaculated inside of Bridget’s mouth and throat, filling her quite a bit, this was only the inception of another round. Nothing more, nothing less. No big deal at all for a stud such as him. He could do this all day long.

“You are such a good boy, Lord Monsoon!” April yelled.

“...” meanwhile, the swine monster continued eating her out.

“April. You shouldn’t have done this. Don’t try to protect me. I could have taken him on myself. It’s not always about you,” September tried reasoning with April, but it was too late. She had, for all intents and purposes, sacrificed herself. Acting as meat shield with her. The best distraction she could have pulled out in all, honestly.

“This is the right time to strike…” Junk whispered, right next to September, before suddenly rushing in Monsoon’s direction and hoping to punch the swine monster right in his crotch while he was beautifully distracted by April. This was a low blow. This was dirty. It was definitely the case. A desperate move. But this was a desperate time, to say the least. The Minotaur was so close to be able to hit the monster in his manhood, but Lord Monsoon suddenly moved at the last moment. Spun around as he continued to allow April to ride him as he ate her out. He swiftly kicked the Minotaur right in the face with right hoof. Junk was sent flying on the other side of the room, where Bridget was. The current Witch Queen was lying on the side of her body, not too far from her throne. Her mouth was still dripping with Lord Monsoon’s semen. She was stunned. She was still crawling on the floor. Desperately attempting to get a hold of herself.

“Fuck!” Junk shouted as his face became all bloody and hurt.

“Junk!” Bridget cared for him. She crawled up to him and hugged him. More semen erupted out of her mouth as she said his name. She was hoping to assist him a bit, but there wasn’t much she could do, unfortunately. She tried taking a look at his bleeding face.

“Stupid ox…” Lord Monsoon, simply mentioned afterwards.

“Thanks for taking the hit for the team, Junk. Are you ready now?” September Autumn shouted on the other side of the throne room. Calling for him. Something was happening. Something was in motion.

“Of course, I am ready…” Junk replied to her. The Minotaur opened his right hand. There was a puddle of blood in it.

“Your hand was cut as well as he kicked you?” Bridget asked him, confused. She thought only his face had been wounded and that he was only bleeding from there.

“No. My hand is just fine.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not my blood in my palm…” he answered her.

“Then? Does it mean that?”

“Yup,” then, the Minotaur hit the floor with his bloody palm. It was the swine’s blood. Bridget looked up. There was a scratch on Lord Monsoon’s right leg. Junk’s claws were bloody as well.

When Junk hit the floor with his bloody palm, it was revealed that there was a demonic-looking star, shaped, in the floor of the throne room. The star suddenly lit up with an orange light.

“Come back over here, April,” September mentioned as she cast a spell, waved her sceptre in her direction: The jack-o-lantern at the tip of her sceptre came off from the magical item, flew in the air, flew in April’s direction. The carved teeth of the jack-o-lantern bit some of April’s hair. He pulled on her hair. Made her levitate in the air and brought back to September. April was taken away from Monsoon.

The demonic-looking star glowed brighter.

Lord Monsoon was trapped.