Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 68: Their Home

Chapter 68: Their Home

They had nowhere to go. Junk, September, and April were forced to crawl back into the old house. The flower zombies were right behind them. Coming for them. Junk barely had enough time to close the door behind them to prevent any undesirable visit to come inside. Except that it was their place. It was their home. A few undead tried pushing and breaking the door. Others went for the windows of the cottage. The erotic show had been enough to distract them for some time and generate these images in their brains that kept them occupied for the better part of their time here, under the marsh, but they had been successfully able to find them. To track them with all the noise they were making and their smell. April had been heard moaning out loud since earlier with the battle with the elemental monster. The natural smells of the two ladies were also more than enough to have the undead hunt them without much effort. There was no escape. The trio of renegades had to barricade themselves in the old house of September’s master.

“There’s too much of them! What are we going to do?” April asked the others as she ran all over the house, making sure all the windows were locked even though there was a lot of chance that could possibly break through them by pushing against the glass, hitting it. Everyone panicked. Everyone did, except for September, who was pretty much the only one that could keep her cool during such a dangerous event. She still had her arms crossed together.

“Witch. If you had an idea to fight off these undead, now would be a pretty good time to begin sharing that idea,” Junk said.

“...” she didn’t say anything. She even had her eyes shut.

“Sep. Why are you not responding to? What is wrong with you? We are about to get eaten by all of these zombies out of there.”

“Not eaten,” the witch finally spoke, correcting April.

“What are you talking about?” April was so confused. However, there would be no time for further interrogation as one of these zombies suddenly, successfully charged through one of the windows of the old, dark house, broke the glass, and entered inside. The undead was sent flying in the air and fell right on top of April, who stood a bit too close to one of these windows. But who could blame her? She was making sure that the locks of all of these windows were properly in place. But look where it led her? As soon as the Minotaur saw what was happening, he charged to go help her and take that persistent undead out of the back of his slutty elvish friend. However, right before it could reach her position across the living room in the house, more zombies came through other windows and filled the room. A total of eight of them were already inside. And more were coming! Junk stopped advancing toward April and made the quick decision to stay close to the former Witch Queen.

“I told you already: They don’t want to eat so much as they want to have sexual intercourses with pretty young girls,” September explained to April as she was being surrounded by all of these zombies. Four of them took care of her, while the other four that had entered the house so far were a little more interested in the Autumn witch, even if it meant that they had to go through the Minotaur first to get to her. It was not like September needed any protection, but she still had Junk to cover her, which she didn’t say no to.

“April…” Junk could see her being picked up from the floor and prepared for a terrible gang bang involving her and the four zombies. It was going to happen. No mater what he did to stop it.

“Guys! Help me! I don’t want to have sex with them!” April shouted as loud as she could. However, as the elvish young woman began getting kissed on the mouth and then a decaying zombie tongue filled it up real good, she slowly began changing her tune about all of this. When the demanding undead pulled his tongue out of her mouth a little later, she was blushing and feeling a little different about all of this. “They… They want me… They want me so bad… How can I tell them no?” April was head asking herself out loud as the Minotaur and the witch were still attempting to figure things out on their own, surrounded by the undead just as much as she was, in all honesty. In a few seconds following the decaying, zombie french kiss, she had two undead savagely licking and sucking her big, naked, elvish boobs. Another undead crouched down and began eating her delicious ass. The fourth zombie couldn’t resist to the idea of pushing his large and erect cock against her wet, vaginal lips. Which he did. The zombie began banging her as all the others surrounding her were either licking or sucking one of the regions of her lustful body. April was heard moaning in no time. Especially when the undead who began fucking her pussy pushed her across the room and made her lie down on the side of her body on the couch, so he could fuck her a bit better. She was so surrounded by the undead that Junk and September couldn’t see her too much at one point.

“What are you waiting for, witch? Use one of your fire spells and burn all of these motherfuckers! Now!” he told her to do.

“That would be a bad idea, Junk. If we do that, I might burn April. I might end up burning the rest of the house as well, which could endanger us as well. We have to think differently.”

“Do you have any idea?” the Minotaur asked her.

“I think I do. Follow me,” she told him as she ran into the house, escaping the four undead that were after them. Junk followed her. She brought him back into the kitchen, where the repaired cauldron was. The rest of the green mana milk tea was still in there, in other words, the liquid dead body of the elemental monster was still inside of the cauldron.

“What are we doing here?”

“Do you remember what happened after you broke the cauldron?”

“You were angry at me?”

“No. Not that.”

“Um… We woke up, and the house was gone?” he asked her.

“Exactly. Now, what if you broke it again? What if the cauldron was transported somewhere else again?”

“What are you saying?”

“I want you to break the cauldron again,” she revealed to him.

“What? But I just fixed it.”

“Break it.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Do it.”

Junk’s axe had already been taken out of his back due to the undead infiltrating themselves in the house. He already had his weapon in his hands. He raised his axe in the air. Getting ready to do for it.

Then, he swung.

The blade of the axe hit the cauldron.

Ruining everything again.