Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 25: The Conspirator

Hello everyone,

A new 'Witch Queen' chapter today.

We are quickly ramping up and starting a new arc that I hope will be super important with a new character. New villains. Hoping you are going to enjoy chapter 25! 

Chapter 25: The Conspirator

Back at the crypt, September was meddling in the kitchen. No, not the kind of kitchen where delicious food was being prepared. Rather, the kind of kitchen where terrible nightmares of enchantments were being prepared. September was once again surrounded by her short and modest group of monsters and spirits that had been collected. Ranging from the ugly bastard to the zombie fish and a few more. They weren’t free. They were all chained up. They could walk a little in the room and move around a bit, close to September, but not close enough. They were made prisoners here. Sort of like Junk was at one point. A slave.

September was busy. At work, she stood in front of a massive, big black cauldron in the middle of the room. Thick steam was coming out of it. She had a giant-sized, steel spoon that she used to stir her pot with. She was cooking and stirring something absolutely putrid. Yet, all the monsters and spirits present here tonight in the room were literally salivating at the mouth at the prospect of tasting what she was creating. They smelled the disgusting scent that was filling up the room. They couldn’t wait to receive more attention from her and to hopefully get a taste of whatever she was preparing. The monsters and spirits with her in the room were all selfish on some level. They all thought it was for them. They only and strictly thought it could be for them. In their mind, the was no doubt that it was for them. They all thought that their new mother cared about them. They were naive. So hopelessly naive to say the least.

“Are you almost done, mommy?” the spirit of the ugly bastard who was manifested in the shape of a monstrous, physical body demanded to her as he salivated at the mouth.

“Yes. But quit asking me already, or I’ll send you back to that old cabin you were haunting before I found you,” she told him.

“No! Please, don’t do that! Based on what you’ve told me, there’s no one living there now. No one to haunt. If April doesn’t live there anymore, there is no point in me going back there. April was the one that made all of it worth it. She was so hot. I wish I could haunt her again now. If you see what you mean,” the perverted spirit told her. Begging her not to do it. Begging her not to abandon him.

“You will never see her again. I won’t allow it. And since you are a ghost, there is no point in having you see her again. If you can’t make her pregnant and continue helping to grow my army, you won’t have sex with her. Anyway, I got that covered. The Minotaur is doing all the work that needs to be done. For now, at least,” she said.

“Where is the Minotaur and April  now?” he asked her.

“Last time I checked on them, they were being preyed upon by a family of giant wolves,” she briefly explained to him.

“Um… And that’s a good thing according to you?” he asked.

“Would you keep quiet? I’m finishing this up,” she told him.

“From what you’ve told me, you both need April and the Minotaur. Why would you leave them alone? Why would you leave them up to giant wolves? Do you want them to die? Do you want my hottie to perish? She is so pretty and slutty and young and naive. I don’t want her to die. I want to keep living so one day, I have a chance to suck on her big elvish titties again and to fuck her. My babe.”

“I don’t blame you, dead ugly bastard. You know nothing about her or me. You know nothing about us,” she told him.

“How do you mean by that, oh, great and supreme, witch. Please tell me. What do you mean by: I know nothing about you?”

“April and I are part of a group of four women with hidden abilities. We are part of a secret quartet. If April dies tonight, she might have deserved it. But because she is one of us. One of the four, she won’t die. And as far as the bull is concerned, I am not too worried about him. I keep putting him against a few challenges. Tests after tests. He is a decent breeder so far. But it’s crucial for me to make sure he is worthy enough to be the progenitor of many of my monsters,” the witch explained to him with a little more details as she continued stirring the mixture in her big cauldron. Continued to work on it as much as possible. Never stopping to do so.

“I understand that, Witch Queen. But, pitting them both against dangerous wolves. Leaving them by themselves. This test seems a little too extreme to me,” the dead ugly bastard said to her.

“Don’t worry. I don’t need your help to keep track of them,” she said, closing her eyes, “I can feel their mana. They are still alive and well. I don’t have to intervene anytime soon,” she replied to him.

“With no intention to criticize you, how do you know for sure? Can you see them right now?” the ugly bastard asked her.

“Yes. I can. They just met someone. Someone that I was expecting to encounter them by now. If not a little sooner than that.”

“Who?” the dead ugly bastard continued asking her.

“Stop it already. You are a slave of mine. Not a friend.”

“Very well, master. May I jerk off while you do your work?”

“You know very well that you never have to ask me this question, dead ugly bastard,” the witch mentioned as she kept stirring. Shaking her big butt as she did so.

“Mind unchaining me and rubbing my cock all over that sweet ass of yours, master, then?” he dared to demand her.

“Don’t push your luck, ugly bastard,” she turned him down.

“Oh, okay,” he didn’t care. He could still masturbate while watching her. Not too long after he pulled his dick out and jerked it off, the other monsters and spirits in the room quickly followed suits. Including the zombie fish and the Minotaur-elf hybrid April had recently given birth to. An adult bull-elvish monster.

The monsters and spirits masturbated all around September. She didn’t care. She didn’t especially enjoy it. But she didn’t dislike it either. At one point, she turned her head around and watched them go. She smirked. It directly stroked her ego that she managed to turn them on so much without having to do anything. Yet, they were so turned on that they couldn’t think about anything else. They had to have her. They couldn’t. They would never be having sex with her, so might as well they what they could now and honour her by jerking off. Making a lot of noisy, slimy, and perverted noises while doing so.

Sooner rather than later, the monsters and spirits in the room began shooting their loads all over the place. One after the other. The first one to ejaculate was the spirit of the ugly bastard and then, it was like a domino effect. They came without any shred of hesitation.

“Uh… Um… That felt so good...  Are you ever going to tell us what you are working on, you, dark mistress,” the ugly bastard asked her not too long after shooting his load all over the cold floor of the room of the crypt. Tired after emptying his balls, he slowly came back to his normal self after a short while. He knew and remembered in place in all of this. He was only a mere slave. And he was happy that it was that way. His soul had now been captured by the powerful witch that was September. His soul could be tortured, and it wouldn’t do anything to him. As long as he was her slave. Everything was going to be okay. He was going to support her no matter what.

“Just a little something to make our quest a success.”

***

“You picked the wrong moment to engage with us,” Junk said as the man, the night whisper, flew down from the dark sky. The giant wolves were gone. The man was well-dressed. He had a black and grey Victorian-era suit. Very classy. He also had a top hat. He slowly removed it not too long after landing.

“I wouldn’t say things like this, vile beast,” he whispered.

“Do I look like I care about anything?” he asked him.

“Junk. Keep calm. Perhaps we can all work together,” April tried to calm her partner down a bit. She didn’t want him to get hurt.

“You should be listening to your girlfriend. She just give you sage advice. I’d love to work with you, testosterone-filled monster. No offence, of course. I just don’t understand that you are doing business with someone such as September Autumn. The bitch is a run-away. She is an outlaw. We offered countless chances, and she refused all of them. She escaped. Hurt many people back at the Witch Guild. It’s only natural that so many of us are after her,” he whispered again.

“Doing business with her? What? You think I had a choice. After escaping from this shit hole of a prison, she was the only option I had. She saved my life. Offered me a path in life,” he told him.

“That’s very beautiful and sentimental,” he admitted.

“So, as you just said, you are the night whisperer. September told me about you. Look. We don’t want any trouble. The issues you are having with her are unfortunate, but we want to end this vicious cycle and stop the battle. We don’t want to fight,” April told him.

“Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies after lies. You are with her. I know it. You think you can help her? No. It’s too late. September, Autumn is going to be vanquished. Sooner or later. And in the meantime, I will be taking care of you. However, no matter how cute your offer was, elf, we are not going to be working together. Although, I’d love to be keeping this rare Minotaur was my new familiar,” he whispered.

“As your familiar?” April yelled out, all surprised.

“You can’t forget about it, pal. I’d rather die than become your pet,” Junk immediately refused his offer and squinted his eyes.

“Too bad. I’m going to have to make you my familiar by force. And then, afterwards, I’ll breed with the busty, green-haired elf,” he said to them, finally putting back the top hat on top of his head. The Minotaur and the night whispered both moved into fighting position. They were a few seconds of silence between the two before one of them ultimately made the first move. The first one to do was no other than Junk who had had more than enough with his bullshit. He charged at the man with the top hot. Threatened to hit him with his sharp bull’s horns. The whisperer smirked.

Then, at the last moment, right before the Minotaur entered in contact with the dark man in the middle of the clearing, the animal saw something. He witnessed something that flashed before his eyes: The image of a pig. A man pig. A demon. He saw the flashing image of Monsoon. The demonic entity who was after his Witch Queen, September. Junk didn’t know what to think of it at first. The dark eyes of Monsoon stared down at him. The phantasmal body of the demon behind the night whisperer was electrified. His image was surrounded by so much electricity that it took him by surprise and made him fear that he was going to be electrified if he ever got too close to the man with the top hat. Which was exactly what was just about to happen.

It was too late to stop now.

It was too late to stop his charge attack at this moment.

It was too late, and Junk didn’t feel like stopping anyway. He violently and quickly reached the whisper’s position in the clearing and radically attacked him with both of his horns. The alarming image of Monsoon immediately vanished as soon as he reached his target. Monsoon was gone. His ghostly image disappeared.

A few seconds later, the man with the top hat lied unconscious on the ground at Junk’s hooves. Bloody. Now having two holes in his chest. His eyes were close. The Minotaur was out of breath. April quickly rushed to him. Hugged him.

“Junk! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“You got him?”

“Looks like it.”

“He is the one… He was the one who tricked September and make lose her throne. You did it, Junk. You defeated him.”

“...”

“What do we do now?” April asked him.

“We find The Witch Queen.”