Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 29: Attack The Guise

Chapter 29: Attack The Guise

“September?” April moaned her name.

“The Witch Queen?” Junk was still desperately attempting to get back on his feet when she randomly decided to show up out of the blue.

“She is here? She came to me?” the night whisperer whispered to himself as he fully inserted his big and monstrously veiny cock inside of her. Began fucking her. She showed up at the exact moment the sexual activity originated between the elvish young woman and the guise. This form-changing creature.

“Not exactly,” September corrected the guise.

“September? What are you doing here? This is dangerous. You shouldn’t be here in the first place. He wants you to come to him, so he can bring you back to the witch village and imprison you forever,” April did everything she could to warm her. She screamed and yelled as loud as she could to warm her and to tell her to turn back, go away, and never come back. It didn’t work so much. Especially with all of her words being smothered with a series of intense moaning that swallowed and buried everything she was saying. September understood what she said, of course. But what April was trying to communicate to her, didn’t sound as urgent and important as it was supposed to. All because she sounded like she was enjoying herself a lot as she was being smashed by this nightmarish monster who called himself a warlock.

“She’s right! This is dangerous here! Go back where you came from, Witch Queen! Leave this place and take April with you! Take her with you, and I’ll take care of the rest and gain you some time to escape!” Junk yelled out at the witch, who was still hovering up above their heads, as he finally managed to stand up.

“What a succulent idea for you, September. Come on. Accept the offer of your Minotaur and come get this precious elf of yours. Come save her before I fuck her so bad that she will no longer be interested in following you. I’ll fuck her so intensely that she’ll be turned into my slave in no time,” the guise taunted September.

She seductively crossed her arms together. Smirked.

“So, all of you truly think that I came here without knowing what I was getting myself into ahead of time, huh?” September spoke to the three of them at the same time. She wasn’t yelling, but everyone could hear her quite clearly. “Don’t worry, guys, I didn’t abandon you. This was all part of the plan,” September announced to them.

“What? Part of the plan?” April couldn’t believe it.

“What is she talking about?” the Minotaur couldn’t either. The only one between the three that was somewhat decent at hiding his emotions and reactions was the night whisperer, but even him seemed pretty surprised when he first heard what September had to say. No matter what, he continued fucking April on the partially destroyed wooden bench. He even went as far as grabbing the big, constantly bouncing boobs of the elvish girl while banging her.

“...” but there was no mistake made here. Even though he didn’t say anything at this particular moment in time, he was entirely focused on September and whatever she might have been plotting at this point. He was suspicious of her, of course. As he should be.

“I knew that the conspirator who betrayed me in the guild of witches was following me. N’est-ce pas? You have been hunting me, night whisperer. Ever since I was originally condemned. Because of you. When I realized that you were attempting to find me and bring me back to the witch village before Monsoon or the legion of knights found me, I thought it would be a good idea to use the two members of my team as baits,” September began explaining what she did.

“As baits? We were baits?” April realized after hearing this.

“Why am I not so surprised?” Junk asked himself.

“How ingenious of you, September,” the guise admitted.

“This is the end for you, night whisperer. With you out of the equation, we will be almost certain to have my freedom and go on doing our things without you stalking us. Now, pull out of April and surrender yourself while I swallow your soul and add you to my collection,” September told him. Smirking. Her witch’s broom hovering closer to the ground. She was coming down.

“Careful, September. I saw something when I attacked him earlier in the clearing. He is not alone. I believe that Monsoon is with him. They are most likely working together,” Junk warned her.

“I am not worried about that too much, Junk,” she said.

“Leave me behind, September. I am not worth it,” April begged her old friend in September to leave her here. To abandon her.

“I am not going to say it more times than twice, night whisperer: Pull out of April or I will kill you instead of collecting your soul. This is your last chance,” September told him one more time.

“But, don’t you see, I am not done with her just yet.”

“Don’t you tell me that you are courting death?” she asked.

“I might be. I might just be,” the guise taunted her again.

“Then, there is nothing I can do for you, monster,” these were the last words September spoke to him before suddenly uncrossing her else and swiftly jumping off her witch’s broom. She performed a couple of acrobatic moves in the air. Spinning around before summoning her magical, leafy sceptre out of thin air and aggressively pointing it at the monster who was savagely fucking April. Providing a world of pleasure to her. No matter how deep and erotic the pleasure was, this had to end. The night whisperer wasn’t exactly a dumb foe. He was not to be taken lightly. He couldn’t be allowed to continue fucking April like this. He couldn’t be allowed to impregnate her. The risks of doing something shady and dangerous to her in this process were simply too high.

It was a two-way action. Junk was trying to attack the guise before it was too late and that he had impregnated her. Charging at the creature. And September was doing the same. Coming down from the air. There was no way that the night whisperer could get out of this situation untouched. Especially since he wasn’t doing anything to avoid any attack that was coming his way. The guise continued, smashing April over and over. Penetrating her deeper, the closer the Minotaur and the witch were.

“This makes no sense. He is not moving at all. It’s almost as if he wants us to attack him,” Junk said to himself.

He is planning something, for sure, the witch thought.

And exactly as the two were about to generate a combined attack, the Minotaur, charging with his horns, and the witch right about to cast a new, deadly spell, the night whisperer finally did something. At the last moment, on top of continuing to penetrate April’s pussy as much as he hoped to, he eventually picked up something from the trashed wooden bench. His top hat. It was still there. Sitting on the partially destroyed bench. He picked it up. Kissed it. And then threw it high in the air. To Junk and September, it didn’t seem like something too important. The beast didn’t think much of it. September was a lot more suspicious than him, but still, at the end of the day, the only move he was performing was to throw his top hat in the air. Nothing more. Nothing less.

However, as the horns of the Minotaur were about to hit the night whisperer and that the red-purple beam of concentrated energy was about to come out of the tip of the leafy, magical staff of the witch, something unexpected then happened with the hat. The top hat suddenly changed. It changed size and became absolutely giant. The hat was now five feet tall and four feet wide on all sides. That and the hat was no longer made of velvet fabric, it was now made of energy. Mana. Transparent, see-through mana.

Junk’s horns crashed into the now giant top hat. He was stopped. He hurt himself. A lot.

“Rawwrr!” he yelled at the top of his lungs in utter pain. Meanwhile, the red-purple beam of energy that September made and projected with her staff was also stopped by the top hat. Both attacks had been neutralized. Junk was down on the ground. Holding his own horns. September jumped down. Stood next to him for the first time since her arrival. She held her witch’s broom with one hand and her leafy staff with the other. The back of her dress, which was made of many, many leaves that represented the colours of Autumn, was being pulled across the ground as she moved a bit closer to the Minotaur. Checking on him a bit.

“The top hat,” September murmured to herself.

“He was waiting for us to attack him. God. It hurts so much,” he said as he tried getting a hold of himself.

“You are in a bad shape, Minotaur,” she told him.

“You think?” he asked her, not enjoying it, not one bit.

“I’ve made sure to make my hat transparent, so you can see everything that is happening inside,” the night whisperer whispered to them into their minds. The top hat was a way for him to protect himself and to protect the fact that he could continue fucking April as much as he desired. It was like a prison. A glass prison.

“I’m serious about this, guys. Go away. Leave me. Save your lives. Save yourself before it’s too late and that he either bring you to the witch village or that the witches come to you,” April told them, still able to communicate with them through the glass prison that was the massive top hat. Exactly just like the night whisperer could still talk to them as well. However, all the words April said while being fucked by this huge and monstrous creature were being smothered by an intense amount of moaning. The elvish girl was truly enjoying herself no matter what. Even though she was finding absolutely nothing redeemable in whom the night whisperer was, she couldn’t deny that the monster was turning her on so bad that she had never seen nor felt her elvish nipples getting this long while having sex. They were out of control. Witnessing her nipples being this hard and erect for him, the guise had no other choice to lean forward and prepare for a decent session of titty sucking. He was salivating.

“This is not even something  I’m considering,” September said to her through the unbreakable glass of the top hat. Unbreakable because Junk had recently stood up and attempting to break it as he continuously charged into it. Over and over again. It wasn’t working.

“I am not leaving without you, April,” Junk shouted.

“But, friends… This is too late for me…” she admitted.

“Do you like this cock, elvish slut? Do you?” he asked her.

“I do. I really do,” she replied to him as she moaned louder.

“I picked it from an orc I hunted earlier. I stole his cock as he was still alive. I knew that an elf girl might enjoy an alpha orc dick,” these were the last, few words the night whisperer said as he fully leaned forward and began sucking on her nipples. Therefore, making her moan even louder that way. He fucked her faster until he ultimately ejaculated inside of her. It was too late. It was done. Junk and September were too late on this. They couldn’t get inside the glass prison and guise semen was being inserted inside of her as they watched. Powerless. And one hand: It was a good thing, more monster making was exactly what they needed. However, on the other hand, if the guise was to give the monster to the witches in the village, it was a big, massive loss.

The night whisperer pulled her nipple out of his mouth.

“Looks like I got you pregnant after all. How many times did you come while I fucked you?” he asked her.

“Don’t make me say it… Please…”

“That’s fine. You’ll have plenty of time to tell me once I brought you into the village.”