Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 26: Where?

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Chapter 26: Where?

The sky turned darker.

There was a storm coming.

The sky wasn’t only black. It was of sombre blue colour. Lightning began piercing through it. The journey continued for them. The Minotaur marched forward in the clearing.

“You were able to take him down in one attack,” April said as she observed the obliviously dead body of the night whisperer, lying there on the ground. Junk marched forward. Leaving her alone.

“It appears to be the case, April,” he told her.

“Don’t you think this guy, this conspirator who helped take September down would have been way harder to defeat?” she asked.

“I was thinking the same thing,” the Minotaur admitted.

“Did you see it?” the young elvish woman asked him as she finally brought herself to leave the dead body and to follow Junk.

“See what?” he played dumb. Pretended not to know what she was referring to exactly. He kept walking. Meaning his business.

“Don’t be that way. You know exactly what I mean by that.”

“Yes. I see it. But just for a second or so,” he admitted to her.

“So, if you’ve seen him as well, this can’t be a coincidence. This storm cannot be a coincidence,” April came to this conclusion.

“What do you suggest we do? Stay here and wait for the storm to get worse, or something?” Junk asked her.

“No. That’s not what I mean. I just think something is weird. Ever since we got separated from September. Something has changed,” April was still following him. Having trouble keeping up with him. She was more preoccupied with knowing what had happened with this night whisperer and this weird and quick manifestation of Lord Monsoon. She scratched her chin.

“When she abandoned us, you mean?” he corrected her.

“Well, we don’t know for sure what happened to her, Junk. She could be in danger for all we know,” the green-haired elvish woman explained, as something suddenly happened to the Minotaur. All of a sudden, he stopped walking, grabbed his own chest and collapsed to the ground. April’s eyes opened wide as she saw this suddenly unfold before her very eyes. She couldn’t believe it. He was fine a second ago. She opened her mouth as wide as she could. Her partner was falling down in front of her. Collapsing. For all she knew, this was the end of him. This was the end of Junk, the Minotaur.

Thud! The beast fell down to the ground. He didn’t say anything. The beast had gone down and ended up being just another thing that happened in the wild. There was no ceremony. No warning. Nothing. The bull had simply collapsed, and it could very well have been the ultimate fate of the animal. The elvish girl rushed herself to him, thinking the worst. Fearing the absolute worst.

“Junk. Junk! Junk! What happened? Please wake up. Please wake up! You have to wake up! This can’t be the end of it!” she screamed. Touching him. Pushing him around. Begging him to take up. Then, through the darkness of the night, as the elvish young woman was in tear, something moved behind her. The violent and surging storm was swallowing her voice and her grunts. Swallowed by the stormy night. Behind her, the man with the top hat, the night whisperer, regained consciousness as Junk lost his. Lost everything.

“Now. You are going to lead me to your witch, green meanie,” the night whisperer called her, whispered into her mind after regaining consciousness and standing up again. Right behind her. She heard everything. She heard everything, each of the words he whispered perfectly in her head. Normally, with such a loud and aggressive storm exploding in the surrounding area, she wouldn’t have been able to hear someone whispering behind her. But the fact that this strange man, this conspirator, was communicating with her telepathically. Whispering. Erotically whispering each of the words he said directly into her mind, April was understanding what he desired her to accomplish for him. She didn’t want to do it. But she heard and understood everything that he was asking her to do. April swallowed the disturbingly large amount of saliva she had accumulated inside of her mouth and began preparing for the worst.

***

“May we come with you this time, master?” the dead spirit of the ugly bastard politely asked his mother, September Autumn.

“Not this time,” she replied to him as she stormed out of the room. The ugly bastard tried following her out, but stupidly forgotten that he was still chained to the concrete wall behind him. Being a spirit, September was required to hold him down as hostage through the obligatory use of a mystical chain made entirely of magical leaves. Magical autumn leaves. For her, this was the only way to hold monsters and spirits down and making sure they wouldn’t escape. Not that any of them had tried to escape too much since they were captured. Their souls were hers. They understood that for the most part. They accepted it. Even the undead eel. She possessed their precious souls and kept them stored in her boobs. Her breasts had grown since she had lost her throne and began hunting and collecting spirits again. A direct expansion of her chest. Her jack-o-lantern breastplates could expand with her breasts as she collected more spirits and souls. This was another reason as to why she had had these breastplates forged for her a long time ago. She knew that one day, they would come in handy. And that it would save her some time in the long run. She didn’t need to purchase or keep a series of obsolete brassieres that she would need to replace all the time because they would be breaking under the weight and pressure of her expanding breasts. Speaking of them, they were beautifully jiggling up and down as she walked out of the room with the cauldron in it. The ugly bastard licked his lips as he enjoyed watching her move and walk.

“Oh, I hope to spend more time with you, master,” he said.

“...” she didn’t bother to say anything to him. She simply left. She had some deeply important businesses to attend to.

***

“Junk. Where? Where are we?” April asked the Minotaur after waking up. The night was over. It was morning. It was sunny. April woke up as she was lying down on a wooden bench in the middle of a garden. She was confused. She didn’t know where she was. Obviously. Junk was sitting next to her on the bench. He was still asleep. Snoring a lot. He was no longer wearing his new armour. It was gone. Completely removed from him. Junk would have been entirely naked if it wasn’t for this thin loincloth he was now randomly wearing, covering his genitals. More and more. His balls and his dick could still be unseen, lingering away from the loincloth at times whenever he moved. The beast was still deeply asleep.

“Junk. Wake up. We were abducted,” she spoke louder.

“What the fuck,” these were the first words he said after waking up. Getting told to be doing so by April as she was shaking him up. His head hurt so bad. He sloppily grabbed it and tried keeping himself together. He felt himself falling apart. Piece by piece.

“Do you recognize this place at all?” the elf asked him.

“April. I’ve lived most of my entire life in prison. No. I don’t recognize this place at all. Does it speak to you?” he replied.

“Junk. I’ve lived most of my entire life in an elvish sanctuary. No. I don’t recognize this place at all. Do you really think I know all the regions in the kingdom because I’ve never been in jail?” she asked him. She reflected the same thing he told her right into his face.

“Good point,” he looked more closely at  her, “you are no longer naked,” he observed, then, causing her to look down at her own clothes. It was true. April was now wearing a completely different that she wore as she met Junk. Gone was the stealthy elvish ranger’s outfit. Welcome to the new ‘village girl’ style outfit that had been mysteriously given to her. It was a long dress that had a semi-maid aspect to it with the way it was designed and the fabric used. However, it was much more revealing than any type of maid outfit that she had seen before. Loose strings in the front of the dress. Where the bust region of it, allowed for her big breasts to seen and admire. Her huge boob-crack could be easily observed. The dress was opened in the front, which made it easy to see her thick elvish legs. Not only that, we could see some kind of white skirt in the front as the dress opened up and fell on the sides of her legs. The dress was jade green and cream white. She also had light brown leather boots.

“I noticed it, too. Between you and me, Junk, I prefer being naked. But I guess it’s not too bad to have something to wear while I recover my ranger’s outfit. If I can recover it, that is,” she said to him.

“It was ripped apart and destroyed by this spider-dude in the cavern. Don’t you remember? I believe all the pieces were left in there as well. You are not going to get it back anytime soon, April.”

“That’s right. Then, I’ll keep this dress while I get something to wear that is more suited for battles and training. But look. I don’t really know why we are discussing clothes right now,” she said, finally snapping out of it and standing up. “Come on. We have to get out of there,” April pulled on the Minotaur’s arm and began running.

“And where do you think you are going like that?” the soft and sensual voice of the night whisperer was heard again. He was there. Junk and April saw him. He was sitting on another wooden bench on the opposite side of the garden. It felt like he wasn’t there a second ago. He mysterious appeared. He was calmed. Sipping on some hot tea. Watching them. April stopped moving and frowned.

“The conspirator who dethroned September. You dared bringing us here. What do you want from us?” April confronted him.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone of you. I really don’t,” he said.

“As if you could,” Junk interrupted him. “I killed you once by impaling you with my horns. I can do it again,” he grunted.

“Oh! You mean the two holes you made in my chest with your horns? Let’s take a look at them. Shall we?” he said, all smiling, still holding his cup of tea with one hand, unbuttoning his shirt with the other, pulled on his shirt and revealed that his muscular chest was perfectly fine. No holes. No wounds. No damage. No blood.

“He healed. Somehow,” April wasn’t so surprised by this.

“Like I said, I have no problem doing it all over again.”

“And I’m sure you are telling the truth, but let me repeat what I just said again: I am not interested in hurting anyone of you. Technically, September is the only outlaw here. I want to catch them, so she cannot hurt anyone anymore. Don’t you understand? She is not a Witch Queen. She was in fact never a Witch Queen. The only thing she is, is a witch renegade. Nothing more. Nothing less. She is dangerous and we have to stop her. Me and the rest of the Guild of Witches. Tell me where she is, and I promise you will be taken care of very nicely. No harm will be done to any one of you. You have my word. First off. April. I remember hearing about you a few years ago. You always dreamt of one day becoming a registered witch in our guild? Right? I can make this happen for you. How about that?” he told her.

“Really?” eyes and mouth wide opened. She was shocked to suddenly hear this.

He nodded at her.

“And you, big boy, you could become an official guardian of the guild. A real worker that would be treated right. No longer an escaped prisoner on the run,” he said, turning his head to him. “The only thing you have to do now… Is to tell me… Where?” he asked the both of them.