Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 30: Breaking Through

Chapter 30: Breaking Through

“No. No! I can’t allow that to happen!” the Minotaur yelled as he continued charging at the glass prison with his sharp horns.

Even though the guise had just come inside of her and impregnated her, this didn’t mean that he was going to stop fucking her anytime soon. No. The night whisperer continued. He kept going, smashing her. We could hear the sound of his cum, desperately wanting to gush out of her, but couldn’t because of the ominous presence of his orc’s cock that he had taken from an actual orc and was using against the elvish young girl. Making her feel like she had never felt before. Making her feel like a true woman.

Everything was connected. Every time the night whisperer pushed his penis deeper inside of her, the Minotaur charged at the glass prison with his tired and wounded horns. The fucking was perfectly balanced and synchronized with the attack against the see-through top hat. Junk did the best he could. He would do anything if it meant that he could save her and stop the night whisperer from bringing her to this witch village everyone kept talking about all the time. He was tired of this shit. He continued charging at the glass prison no matter what. No matter what Junk did in his life or where he went, he seemed to be constantly confronted with this sense of isolation and imprisonment. No matter what he did, he was always confronted with these damn prisons and jails. This had to stop. He mostly didn’t care if he was in that prison, but he couldn’t stand the idea of April being trapped and imprisoned in this cage. Like an animal. Just like him. He personally and deeply felt like the beast had to take the place of the beauty in this case.

“Let me ask you, beast, did you ever fuck her?” the night whisperer asked Junk. “Did you ever fuck her at least?” he continued.

“Don’t listen to him, Junk. Go away. Leave with September.”

“...” the Minotaur momentarily stopped, blindly charging at the glass prison. The transparent cage that he couldn’t even scratch, which angered him, to say the least. “I will kill you,” Junk said.

“What did you say, beast? I didn’t hear you. Speak up,” he taunted him. Did everything he could to mess with him.

“I said: I will fucking kill you!” Junk screamed at him.

“Ah! That’s better! That’s a lot better!” the guise replied.

“I swear!” and just like that, Junk continued where he left off earlier. Went back to charging and violently attacking the cage with his horns. September observed him go. Her arms, once again crossed together underneath her big boobs. Admiring what he was doing. Admiring everything that he was willing to go through in order to protect one of the few members of this three-persons party. Meanwhile, April was still getting roughly fucked. However, this time, the night whisperer had changed the position in which he was having her. This time, he placed her in this doggie-style position. On her four. Down on the ground. He was still inside of her wet pussy.

“You truly think that brute force is going to help you here?” September asked the Minotaur. Not making fun of him. But rather more seriously, asking him if this was going to help in any way.

“Look. I don’t know any other way, so if you don’t suggest anything else, I am going to keep doing the same old shit I am always doing and if I get lucky, it might just work,” Junk replied to her.

“I see. Then, you are truly a bull,” she observed. Smiling.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked her.

“Well, when we first met, you sure looked like a bull, but you acted more like a stag to me. You weren’t anywhere near as devoted or brave as you are now. Don’t make any mistakes. I still believe you are pretty stupid. But you are definitely braver and more confident now.”

“I can’t believe you keep acting so cool and calm when we are in these types of dangerous situations. April is one of us. She could be taken to the village, and we’ll never see her again. She could be killed as well. It’s almost as if you want this to happen,” he said.

“On the contrary… I would never want anything such as this to happen. But I completely understand the fact that you are still not fully trusting me. Especially after I left you both as we got separated in the cave following our confrontation with Araknar. I can’t blame you, or I don’t want to either,” September calmly told him.

“Well, right now, it feels like you have been a lot more against us than anything else,” the Minotaur never stopped attacking the cage. Ramming his big horns into it. Punching it as well.

“You are not feeling right,” September randomly mentioned.

“No shit. April is in there. Of course, I am not feeling right.”

“No. That’s not what I meant,” September stopped him.

“Then, what did you mean exactly?” he asked her.

“You are dying,” she calmly announced to him.

“What?” he didn’t have time for this kind of thing.

“I can sense it based on the mana left in your body. Your vitality is down. Critically,” she explained as she uncrossed her arms and stood a lot closer to him. She held her right-hand closer to him.

“I’m too busy to listen to you right now. Sorry,” he said.

“You know it. Don’t you? You feel it. The lack of mana milk is killing you. I was away for too long. You are not strong enough right now to break this barrier. The lack of mana milk is making this impossible for you. Assuming that you could even at full strength,” she continued explaining to him. She wasn’t letting this go. Even though she was speaking remarkably calmly and zen-like, the more she spoke to him, the more her words became sensual and arousing. The more she spoke to him, the more Junk was easing up.

“Why are you telling me this? I’m fully aware that I’m dying because of the serious lack of mana milk. You weren’t there to give me any,” he turned to her, stopped for a bit. “What was I supposed to do?” he asked her before going back to the only thing he knew he could do right now: Charging at the glass prison with his horns and punching it with his fists like a mad bull. However, as he got back to it, the Minotaur suddenly coughed. He stopped one more time. He tried continuing but accidentally went down to his knees. Junk was falling apart, unfortunately. He was only a ghost of his former self when he had received the correct amount of mana milk.

“You are collapsing. We can’t have this happen. Take a short break,” she calmly and kindly instructed him to do as she sensually pulled on one of the jack-o-lantern breastplates which was covering her tits. She pulled on the one on the right and unleashed her boob for everyone to see. The night whisperer took a brief look at her but quickly went back to fucking April, who had had three orgasms so far. The Minotaur couldn’t help her in this state. The bull was done on the ground. The witch walked closer to her while holding the bright orange jack-o-lantern breastplate and letting her big boob bouncing up and down quite freely. Doing whatever it wanted to do. Not only bouncing up and down, but also jiggling in all sorts of directions. When September made it to Junk, her shadow was looming over his body as his head was down and that he was pretty desperate. Absolutely destroyed because he was having a world of trouble getting back on his hooves. The worst thing that could be happening to him. The last thing he personally desired: Feeling useless and hopeless.

“Look up, big boy,” the dark mistress told him.

“I can’t give up now. Screw your break. Go away if you are not going to help me,” he said as he finally looked up, directly noticed her naked boob. That thing was incredibly veiny. It had been a long while since her fat titties hadn’t been treated right and pumped out of their milk. Her nipple was so long and erect that it was only asking to be sucked on. The fact that her nipple was this erect most likely meant that she was aroused, that Junk was now staring at it.

“I am trying to help you,” September replied to him.

The next second, without any shred of hesitation, the Minotaur moved his head closer to her naked boob and opened wide. She inserted her erect nipple inside of his mouth and the magic began. Literally. He started sucking on her breast and extracting her delicious and precious milk out of her body. Farming her. Harvesting her in a lot of ways. He couldn’t suck her tit fast enough. He always felt like he wanted more and more. The mana milk went down his throat. He finally had something to drink. Something that was going to give him the strengths he required to free April.

“It’s already much better. Isn’t it?” she asked him, sensing his vitals getting better already. The Minotaur was healing. He was finally healing and gaining his usual and normal strength.

“I’ve got enough for now,” he said after letting her nipple come out of his mouth for the first time since he began sucking on it.

“Are you sure?” she asked him, wanting to make sure that he was going to be okay. Okay, enough to face the infernal danger that represented the night whisperer in this perilous garden.

“Yeah. I’m sure,” Junk replied to her as he finally stood up. Finally able to be himself again. He wiped the remains of mana milk from the side of his mouth with the back of his hand. Licked said back of his hand before finally turning back to the giant top hat made of seemingly unbreakable glass. He stepped back from the glass prison a bit. Charged at it and rammed his sharp horns right into the top hat. Punching it again as well.

“What a dumb bull,” the guise said to himself as he continued fucking the adorable and sexy elvish young woman.

“You are much stronger now than you were before drinking my mana milk,” September told him. “However. I am not sure if this is going to be anywhere near enough,” the witch sensually murmured to the Minotaur. Attempting to communicate with him without the night whisperer hearing everything that she was telling him.

“I’ve got to try. I’ve got to do my best.”

Then, as April was still being smashed by the guise, as he was doing her doggie style, the elvish girl randomly made eye contact with September. The witch nodded to her. Now, it was time to communicate with her as well. If they wanted to get out of here alive, they had to work together.

Very well, September, April thought, understanding what the witch wanted her to do. April secretly began casting a spell while the night whisperer was too busy destroying her wet elvish pussy. Her right fist glowed bright green. Then, she shot a ball of green energy out of her fist. The ball was shot against the same area in the glass barrier where Junk was constantly charging into. It was low-key. The guise didn’t notice anything. The Minotaur continued smashing the glass prison. Then, all of a sudden, not too long after, the green energy ball had been shot against the interior wall of the barrier, a fissure was made into the side of the top hat. A crack.

September noticed it.

“This is the moment,” she said to herself as she raised the jack-o-lantern breastplate she had been holding for the last few minutes in the air. She synchronized herself with the next charging attack of Junk and threw it at the same time as his horns hit the newly created crack in the barrier. When the jack-o-lantern breastplate hit the crack, a burst of orange energy could be seen, exploding all over the surrounding area where Junk was.

“It’s showtime,” September said.