Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 102: Sister Against Sister

Hello everyone,

I'm sorry for taking longer than usual today to release this new chapter. There is a snowstorm happening right now where I live, so it messed up with my internet connection. Better late than never.

Chapter 102 is the volume finale for volume three. 

The first chapter of volume four premieres in two days. 

Chapter 102: Sister Against Sister

“I am the witch you are looking for, Bridget.”

“False. You are the bitch I was looking for.”

“What? That doesn’t even make any sense,” September replied to her as she hovered even closer to the ground with her broomstick. Bridget was carrying her magical sceptre with her as she walked in the street of the village. Her sceptre was similar to the one her sister was using, but instead of having a jack-o-lantern at the tip of it, she had a beautiful crescent moon. Which gorgeously aesthetically collaborated with the crescent moons she had for her breastplates, as she was wearing her full witch outfit for the first time since Junk and April’s arrival here. The crescent moons covering her tits were a direct contrast to what September wore. The two had a similar style going on, but totally different approach. One had jack-o-lanterns and the other had crescent moons. A confrontation between the two was imminent. The two witches kept getting closer and closer to one another, and Junk and April were, unfortunately, caught in the middle of this confrontation. They couldn’t get away from this standoff. They couldn’t just run away or tell them to stop fighting.

“This outfit… This is the first time I’ve seen her wearing it,” the Minotaur commented on what Bridget was wearing. Even though he had only recently emptied himself inside of April’s mouth, as well as her pussy, he couldn’t help. He was hard once again. It all began with September coming back, showing up out of nowhere and reminding him just how much he desired to have sex with her. One day… One day perhaps he will have the opportunity to do just that. However, the Minotaur grew even harder once her sister, Bridget, showed up as well, with her big tits bouncing all over the place as they were covered by the crescent moon breastplates. The new outfit took him by surprised and revealed much, much more of her thick and gorgeous body. His dick began throbbing, he was so excited about this. Since he was still only wearing a scant loincloth, the tiny and thin piece of leathery fabric couldn’t cover his genitals for far too long… His dick and his balls erupted from beneath the loincloth in about two to three seconds following Bridget’s arrival. Severe throbbing!

“Please stop, the both of you. You are sisters. You shouldn’t be fighting like this,” April desperately tried reasoning with them.

“I don’t want anything to do with her and I don’t want to have to be fighting her either. I only came here for you, two,” September explained why she came here. Apparently, she was here for Junk and April. Which came off as a big surprise to the both of them.

“You are here for us?” Junk grew confused to say the least. He grew just as confused as he had grown hard during the past minute or so. Meanwhile, instead of being confused, April began blushing and falling for her best friend, September, again. She had been telling her horned, beast buddy that there was a decent reason for the Autumn witch leaving them back at camp in the first place. She had been telling him that she was coming back for them, over and over again. Junk never heard the end of it, yet, she might have been right all along. September was back! She was right there! Hovering!

“I told you that she was coming back!” April reminded him.

“You took the bait. You came back for them,” Bridget said.

“You wanted me… So… Here I am,” September replied.

“Are you prepared to surrender yourself now?” she asked.

“Not interested in that. I’m taking the Minotaur and the elf back with me. We are leaving. Now,” the Autumn witch announced.

“This is out of the question. I’m going to have to take you down myself then. We can’t have a fugitive witch… Running around after murdering so many of us before abandoning her throne…”

“She murdered some of her coven sisters?” Junk asked.

“It can’t…” April didn’t want to believe any of it.

“I told you already. I’ve never murdered any members of our coven. I would never do such a thing. And I didn’t abandon the throne. I lost it. It was taken away from me. I had been dethroned,” it was useless. Bridget didn’t want to listen to her. September might have been telling a lot of lies on a constant basis and keeping many secrets to herself, but she appeared to be telling the truth at this moment. Well, to April, she was telling the truth. Junk was uncertain.

“Liar! Surrender yourself and I will be forced to attack you!” this was her last warning. It was either her surrendering or there was going to be some violence. The two sisters didn’t see eye to eye.

“Attack me all you want, sister!” September directly encouraged her to do whatever she wished to do with her. The first one to strike was Bridget. She swung her magical sceptre around before pointing it at her own sister. A blast of bright light suddenly came out from the crescent moon and flew into her direction. At the same time, September flew downward, in the direction of the light that was being lasted. She jumped off her broomstick. As she was falling down in midair, her broomstick transformed itself into her magical sceptre. She caught it. She held it. She pointed her jack-o-lantern sceptre right in Bridget’s direction. An orange beam came out from the tip of it. The beam violently entered in collision with her sister’s light. The two spells negated one another. Smoke built up in that corner of the village. Junk and April couldn’t see anything. The both of them were coughing a lot.

“What just happened?” April asked.

“Did one of them hit the other?” Junk asked a different question.

However, once the smoke dissipated a bit, the two could see the aftermath of the two attacks… September had gone down on the ground. The two witch sisters were now face to face. One sceptre was physically pushing against the other. The tip of their noses were rubbing on another. The exact, same for their large breasts as well. Boobs against boobs. Jack-o-lantern breastplates against crescent moon breastplates.

“Give it up, September,” Bridget gritted her teeth.

“Why did you dethrone me, little sister?” September asked her.