Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 28: Guise

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Chapter 28: Guise

The night whisperer wasn’t a man.

His skin continued to shed, not too long after he had taken April as his hostage. Junk was furious. This fuelled  him to charge toward the situation and to save her right away.

“Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Or I end her pathetic life,” the night whisperer projected his voice right into his mind. Whispering to him. His voice could still be heard aloud. Heard by April, who was standing right in front of him. But ironically, the one who heard him the most was the Minotaur. It was almost as if he was communicating to him in his mind. Never leaving it. Anchoring himself to his spirit.

The beast stopped. He understood that the life of April was at risk. He didn’t want to be responsible for ending her life. He didn’t want her to die. Not here. Not now. She was much too young.

“We don’t have to do this. Don’t hurt her,” Junk said.

“Who are you, really?” the green-haired elf asked her.

“I already told you. I am the night whisperer,” he replied.

“I don’t mean your title or name, but what are you really?” the young woman explained. Bringing up a much better question.

“I don’t understand what you mean, young girl.”

“Come on now. You might be working for the guild of witches, but let’s face it: With this kick I gave you. I can hear your fake skin cracking and fissuring. Come on. And you just said it yourself. You are shedding your skin. So, the question now is… What are you if you are not human?” she elaborated on what she meant by this.

“There is something else that I find weird. Why would a dude be working in the guild of witches? Aren’t all of them supposed to be real witches? In any other words: Girls and women?” Junk said.

“You are right about this, Minotaur. I am no witch, as you already know. I am a warlock. Sent by them to find September. Warlocks are working for the witches. Doing the work we have to do. My task was to dethroned September. Now, it’s to bring her back to the village and to make sure she stays there for the rest of her life. As a prisoner. As a slave. And if she tries escaping one more time, I won’t hesitate to kill her. And if you choose to help me find her, you will both be treated as heroes in the eyes of the village. You can trust me,” the night whisperer replied to the Minotaur and explained to the both of them as he continued keeping the green-haired, busty elf a hostage.

“If you let April go and swear that you won’t hurt her, I promise you that I will do everything I can to bring September back to you. I can tell you that much,” Junk had radically changed his mind regarding this. He wasn’t interested in losing April. A person that was much purer than the former Witch Queen could ever dream to become. If he had to send September to the slaughterhouse in order to save April and make sure she was going to be okay, he was going to do it. No matter what. He had made his final decision.

“No, Junk! Don’t do something like this. He is a liar. I know it. You can’t trust me. Let me die. Let him kill and seize that opportunity to get out of here. Save your own life! Do whatever you can to find September again and go on with the mission!” she yelled.

“No. I can’t do something like this, April. I can’t.”

“I’m glad that you are finally beginning to understand, Minotaur. If you go through with this promise of yours, I can guarantee you that no harm will be done to your precious girl here.”

“Precious? I barely know her. I just met her a week ago or so. She doesn’t mean too much to me. I just don’t want her to be hurt because of someone who abandoned such as September. She left us. April doesn’t deserve to hurt because of that,” Junk explained to him.

“Oh. Is that right?” the night whisperer asked him.

“...” the Minotaur didn’t say anything. He simply nodded.

“Genial. In that case, if you truly don’t care about her outside of the fact that you don’t want to be killed because of the sins of the Witch Queen, it then means that I can treat her any way I want to,” the night whisperer surprised the Minotaur with this reply.

“What?” Junk no longer knew what to expect at this moment. He opened his eyes wider than ever.

“It has been a while since the last time that I had an elvish woman as beautiful and voluptuous as her. Also, this dress that I picked for her while you were both unconscious is working wonders on her. It fits her perfectly. And you what? I can’t resist her anymore,” and then, before Junk could do anything or react much, the night whisperer stepped back from April for a second or two. For a short moment, April thought she had been freed by him. But she couldn’t have been further away from the actual reality. The green-haired elf slowly turned around as the fake skin was cracking and shedding even more all over his face and then the rest of his body. She was taken back. She didn’t know what to do at first. The next moment, the night whisperer’s body was totally changed. He full shed his skin and revealed the true horror that had been lying underneath the phony surface. April was right all along. The night whisperer wasn’t human. He was something else. He was in reality a disgusting monster with a muscular body. The humanoid creature was putrid. It reeked. It smelled like cheese. Old, old, cheese. But yet, April felt absolutely drawn toward him as the fake human rib cages of the creature opened up, the fake body opening up like a coat. Then, the monster slowly walked out of the fleshy coat that was the fake human body. The the creature looked like an orc with dark magenta skin. He was tall and imposing. His huge cock was erected as he laid eyes on April. As he laid his real monster’s eyes all over her. His eyes were locked on her.

“One more time… What are you?” April asked him.

“A guise,” he replied to her.

“A guise?”

“And I just finally shed my weak-ass human disguise.”

“What the fuck is a guise?” the Minotaur asked.

“An obscure species. Once believed to be extinct,” April murmured, telling Junk one of the few things she knew about the kind of people known as ‘guises’. She blushed a lot as she spoke.

“That’s right. That’s why we have to repopulate. As much as possible,” the monster that had been hiding underneath the human’s face and body fully revealed himself to them. Then, without allowing April anywhere enough time to react nor to run away from him, the monster who just came out of this coat of flesh grabbed her by the shoulders. Held on to her. Junk couldn’t stand this. He had to do something. Taking the risk of something happening to her, the Minotaur rushed himself to her in the hope to rescue her. He charged. Ran as fast as he possibly could. He had to make it. He could make it before he had time to hurt her or do anything harmful to her in any way. At last, as the beast made it up to her and leaned forward, giving her his right arm, so she could perhaps take it and hold on to it, so he could pull her out of this situation. However, as April desperately tried taking his hand, Junk was, unfortunately, met with a terrible blow. A powerful punch right in his face. Even his hard skull couldn’t take as much strength. The Minotaur was sent flying backward. He fell down to the ground. Rolled a bit on himself after he crashed.

“What do you think you are doing?” he asked Junk. The Minotaur tried getting up, but couldn’t. He was out of breath. Didn’t want to admit defeat. But he sort of did. Meanwhile, the tall and muscle magenta-coloured creature who had just shed his fake human skin took control of the beautiful and adorable April who was now wearing the sexy and arousing village girl-type dress.

They were now face-to-face. She was intimidated, to say the least. Her cheeks were on fire. She didn’t know what to do.

“You are even more of an alpha male than Junk,” she said.

“Why am I not surprised?” he cockily replied to her. Then, the next step was to take her. All for himself. He leaned forward as he continued to hold her by her shoulders. The attraction and the arousal were real between the two of them. Especially the arousal. Especially it. The monster, the guise inserted his long and nightmarish, disturbing, snake-like tongue inside of her mouth and kissed her. The green-haired elvish young woman accepted it without thinking twice about it. The sexual aura that this appearance and the form-changing creature was unleashing all around him was so strong that she had completely forgotten that she was supposed to be against him in every aspect. She fell for him. Also, entirely forgotten that her real partner, Junk, was still right here, not too far from there at the garden centre of this maze they had been brought to. April became softer and wrapped her elvish arm around the muscular shoulders of the man who used to be one. The man who used to be wearing a top hat. Their tongues made love to one another. Then, when that part was done, he was the one who savagely pulled the cleavage region of her dress down, finally liberating her big, brassiere-less breasts. They were sent flying in the air. Bouncing up and down for the entertaining and sheer sexual pleasure of the guise, standing right up to her. His snake-like tongue swiftly wrapped itself around her nipple, and he leaned forward. Kissing her boob. Licking her nipple. Sucking on it with great, great pleasure. Junk was forced to be watching this. He didn’t want to. He deeply dreamt of killing this motherfucker.

Right now. And then taking his spot. But, unfortunately, this wasn’t going to be working out that way exactly. The monster continued sucking on her nipples. Swapping nipple now and then until he finally pushed her against the wooden bench that had been partially destroyed earlier because of the strong Spring kick of the dress-wearing elf. Half of the bench could still be used for sitting. At least one person could use it to sit on it. And that was exactly what happened when April was pushed and fell down on top of it. She sat down on it after falling. She sat with her legs fully closed. Elegantly. Like a proper lady. What was to be expected of her, she was a beautiful and elegant elvish young woman after all. However, this wasn’t exactly what the creature had in mind for her. He came up to her.

Grabbed her again. Forced her to open her thick as wide as possible as he also lifted her dress up. The guise was boiling for her. The blood that was running in his veins was heating up. His big dick with the oval-shaped glans had been throbbing for the past several minutes for her. She saw it. She had seen it a long time. She knew what to expect. And this muscular thing she was seeing between his legs was simply massive. Erected, the man was thirty-eight inches long. April was salivating at the mouth for it. She was hoping and expecting to be forced to suck on his big cock before doing anything else. Thinking that it was all going to be just like with Junk. But no. It wasn’t going to be the same at all. The guise immediately went for the throat. He suddenly rushed everything and pushed his gigantic penis against her elvish vaginal lips. Her wet pussy lips.

“Let’s populate you and me before finally heading for the witch village. The guild can wait a little longer. What do you think?” the guise asked her.

“Oh, I’m sure they will be more than happy to be waiting a bit longer for you,” a confident woman’s voice was heard behind him.

The guise turned his head around as he first penetrated April.

There she was.

Hovering above their heads in the sky.

Seductively sitting on the edge of her flying witch’s broom.

September.