Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 109: Big, Caring Sister

Chapter 109: Big, Caring Sister

The secret party had been crashed.

To Bridget’s surprise, Lord Monsoon’s plans were being interrupted by a certain someone. And that certain someone wasn’t a member of her coven. It wasn’t one of her witches. Big sister was back. She still Lord Monsoon’s dick, deep inside of her mouth when she saw September, bursting through the doors of the throne room and making her arrival. She had lost no time to attack the swine creature. Still, it hadn’t changed anything to the fact that Bridget’s mouth was being visited by his pig’s member. The thing that probably surprised Bridget the most was not the fact that the one that come here to rescue her wasn’t one of her coven witches, but it was rather the fact that it was her big sister. If anything, Bridget thought April would be the one to come inside the throne room to come help her, based on what she heard earlier before leaving the two ladies and the Minotaur went all of this went down. She could vividly remember September mentioning that it was better to leave while there was still time. April was the one who wanted to say and help Bridget and the other witches of the coven. Junk was somewhat in the middle, but leaning much more on escaping as soon as possible, which was not a bad choice. But no. September was right here. She stepped into the throne room. The throne room which used to be hers. It was time to conquer it again. However, this wasn’t the last of the surprises. September wasn’t alone. She was closely followed by April, who was so glad to be coming back as reinforcement. And then, there also was the Minotaur: Junk. He was back as well! Slowly marching into the throne not too long after April did. He was closing the group. Making a nice, huge wall in the back of the party. He was the tank of the squad, after all. He could take a punch and protect the others.

“We are back in here. This is a lot darker now,” Junk shouted.

“Yes. We are back, here, Junk. Do you think I’ll have the opportunity to sit on the throne this time around?” April asked him.

“There is no time for that, April,” September brought her back to reality as they filled the room and placed themselves between Lord Monsoon, Bridget, and Debra. The battle was coming…

“Are you three working with the electric, swine monster?” Debra, who had largely been mind washed to be a slut for Lord Monsoon, at this point, began thinking they were on his side.

“No. Not exactly,” April turned around and reply to her.

“The three of you: You didn’t escape when you still had the time? Fools,” Lord Monsoon laughed. “We are going to be having a great time together. Especially with you, former Witch Queen,” he said all of these things to them as he still freely used Bridget’s mouth in any ways he wished. He moved his hips back and forth and violated the interior of her mouth with his powerful meat. Bridget couldn’t keep it together as she tried following and keeping up all of his movements. The current Witch Queen was still attempting to give Lord Monsoon a blow-job, but he ended up using her mouth more than anything else. She wasn’t in control. Surprisingly: She loved it.

“How about you pull out of my little sister’s mouth?” September, asked Lord Monsoon. Not so politely. She didn’t give a shit. No matter how strong and dominant and intimidating the swine monster was, she was now committed to be engaging with him and battling him. She wasn’t kidding when she said that she wanted him to pull out of her sister’s mouth. She wasn’t truly asking him.

“Fine. I’m through with her, anyway,” the lord said right before swiftly pulling out of her, leaving Bridget with a string of actual semen puking out of her mouth. The swine creature had just unloaded inside of her mouth and down her throat. Bridget blushed and moaned a bit before ultimately collapsing into a puddle of his semen. She fell unconscious. It almost felt as if she was becoming one with Lord Monsoon’s cum. She had been rendered useless.

“Bridget…” September whispered the name of her little sister while gritting her teeth. She didn’t enjoy seeing her that way. She might have had serious differences with her, but that didn’t mean that she wished for her to be molested by someone as nightmarish and perverted as him. And now that she had recently collapsed and fell unconscious, there was a great deal of chances that she might suffer from certain after effects that could have a bigger impact on her.

“Bridget!” April shouted her name instead of whispering it, like September did. Even though April hadn’t known her for too long, she already cared about her as being someone who helped them and welcomed them in their village after running away from the electric and bestial monster. Too bad that he caught up with them…

“Who’s going to be first?” Lord Monsoon asked the group as he slowly walked toward. Menacingly doing so. The dark clouds above the church blocked any form of light to get through. Louder thunder could be heard above their heads. There was a heavy rain coming in as well. This was the beginning of the end for them.

“Let me deal with him. It’s payback time,” Junk mentioned.

“No way, Junk. I’m dealing with him. It’s my sister.”

“What? What are you talking about? I’m taking care of this.”

“No. None of you are taking care of anything,” April suddenly interrupted the two of them as they were fighting to decide who was going to take the first shot at him. “Plus, it’s super stupid what you two are talking about. Taking on him one by one? Separately? It doesn’t make any sense. We are a group. There is no point in battling him, one on one. We should gang up on him. Three on one. That would be a lot smarter. However, I personally believe I should be the one to distract him while we rescue Bridget and this other witch over there in the corner,” April whispered to her partners as Lord Monsoon was dangerously marching closer and closer toward them.

“Are you sure?” Junk asked her.

“It’s my sister. I’m going to make the distraction,” September declined.

“You three talk a little too much, in my own opinion!” Lord Monsoon suddenly broke their bubble as he charged toward and went for September.

The swine only had eyes for him at the moment.