Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 21: My Armour

Chapter 21: My Armour

April was being vaginally fucked by the creature. September didn’t do anything about it. Her magical abilities were shut off. Junk was now unconscious.

The situation couldn’t be any worst, to say the least.

The ferocity and ruthlessness that Araknar was channelling as he roughly fucked the poor and adorable April over and over. Causing the entire brightly illuminated spider web to shake at all times. April never or nearly never showed any indication that she didn’t enjoy what the lord of this dungeon was doing to her. Araknar might have been a spider monster, but he was also a vampire. He was a hybrid. The vampire half of him was more than enough to seduce the green-haired young woman. He kept murmuring different things in her ears. Things she couldn’t comprehend herself. Words that weren’t from any languages she spoke. She tried unlocking the mystery of what he was saying to her. Whatever he was telling her, it was working. The more she heard his murmurs, his off worldly screeches, the more she then felt secured by him. Well, that and the combination of eight cocks that were pleasuring her at the same time. His main, alpha penis was naturally inside of her vagina while the others were doing some solid work a little all over her body. Even his sets of balls were accomplishing some great work for her. His total of sixteen spider testicles, constantly rubbing all over her and easing her up into this sexual trance. Bringing her deeper and deeper in it.

Possessing eight eyes, Araknar kept at least one locked on the former Witch Queen at all times. Making sure she wasn’t finding a way to escape. Making sure she hadn’t sliced her throat up by now. No. Everything was fine still. He also enjoyed fucking a nice piece of elvish meat while staring at her. Partially. She was next. Oh, she was next. He couldn’t to take. September was going to be his actual meal after this entrée that was constituted of busty elvish.

They are yours. This atrocity of a hybrid can’t take them away from you. Don’t let him, the mysterious voice told him.

“What are you talking about? They are not mine,” Junk replied to the voice in his head. He wasn’t speaking out loud. All the talking was happening inside of his head. It was as if he was dreaming.

They can be. April was already yours. And one day. Maybe one day, you can have the dark mistress all for yourself as well. Dominating her. Becoming the master, the voice explained to him.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. She is the reason why I’m still alive. I need her,” Junk argued with someone who probably didn’t even exist in the first place. He felt as if he was wasting his time. He knew he was no longer conscious in the real world. He was knocked out. He was trapped. He was sleeping on the energy and magic draining spider web. His dead bed.

Trust me. She needs you more than you need her, it said.

“Shut the hell up! I have no idea where you are going with that. Nothing is going my way! I’m going to die here in this freaking cavern and there is nothing I can do about it. September might be able to escape and stay alive, but April and I are fucked!” he shouted.

Every Minotaur needs the proper equipment to face such perilous dangers. As far as I’m aware, you have been travelling and exploring this dungeon without anything to aid you, the voice said.

“Exploring without anything? I got the two hottest girls I’ve ever met in my life with you. You don’t know what you are talking about. I couldn’t be more well-accompanied than that,” Junk replied.

I didn’t say you were travelling without anyone. I said: You are travelling and risking your life without any equipment. No protection. No weapon. How are you supposed to accomplish anything like this, rookie Minotaur? The voice mocked him almost.

“What are you suggesting, then? Any idea?” He asked him.

Wake up. I got a little something for you, the voice murmured into his mind. Helping to wake up. Junk finally opened his eyes again. However, he realized that he was still stuck to his energy-sucking spider web. He looked around. Trying to find a solution. September, April, and Araknar didn’t notice that he was conscious again. They were a little too busy for that, and the Minotaur was the furthest away from them in the large room.

Don’t worry. This web can’t contain you forever. Here’s what you need to do. Your hooves are the keys here. They can break these magical strings. But first, to make it happen, you have to say something, the voice told him.

“Say something?”

The name of the ability.

“What ability?”

The one that is going to free you.

“What am I supposed to say?”

Stomp: Hooves Of Resilience.

“That sounds so stupid.”

Do it.

“Do I really have to?”

Say it!

“Okay. Okay,” he cleared his throat.

Out loud.

“Stomp: Hooves Of Resilience!” he lost patience and gave in. He naturally didn’t believe in this stuff, but he did it anyway. He shouted at the top of his lungs. Everyone in the room heard him. Then, the Minotaur stomped on some illuminating strings of the controlling spider web and broke them. It worked!

“...” September looked a bit him a bit. Didn’t say anything.

“What?” Araknar looked at him with six eyes. Shocked.

“Junk?” April wasn’t following too much. She was lost.

“It worked!” Junk said to himself.

Quick! Stand up and run out of the room through the passage on your left before he takes care of you!

Without wasting another moment, the Minotaur stood up and began running like hell. Followed the direction he was told by the voice he kept hearing in his head. Araknar meant to follow him, but couldn’t stop fucking April before he was done. Not only that, the lord of this dungeon didn’t think a naked wild beast such as him could accomplish much alone anyway. He totally underestimated him. Junk ran down the passage that was indicated to him by the voice and explored this sector of the cavern for many minutes until he ever found anything; A room. There was a door in front of him. The first real door he had ever seen in this place. Junk charged at it. Destroying it in his way. A real rampage.

“What am I doing here?”

This is where you needed to go.

“Why? I should be fighting with them. Protecting them.”

You couldn’t do it on your own. But I’m going to give you the opportunity to make it work.

“How? What is this room?”

This is the room where I died.

“What are you saying?”

This can be considered as my tomb. Dusty? I know.

“What are we doing here?” Junk asked the voice in his head.

I want you to have it.

“To have what? Don’t make me waste my time. I need to be there for the others. I’ve got to save the girls!” he argued with the invisible person he was having a conversation with. He felt like he was falling into sheer madness. He felt like he was communicating with someone who simply didn’t exist. He was wasting his time.

However, all of a sudden, as he was losing patience with the voice in his Minotaur’s brains, something began moving in the room. Something was coming out of the dusty floor. A pillar. It was growing. Slowly rising right in front of him. The pillar came with a door. The door opened up by itself as the pillar finished rising in the air. It was there. It was right here inside of the pillar. Waiting for him.

My old armour, the voice revealed to him.

“Your armour?” he repeated after the voice. He saw it. He saw the armour inside the pillar. All the pieces appeared to be there. The chest piece. The shoulder plates. The helmet. And all the other pieces that would protect the rest of the body of the wearer, including everything needed to protect the arms, hands, legs, and even a little something for the crotch region. Everything was there. Even though the room was incredibly dusty and seemed as if it had been forgotten by time, this pillar and the content included inside of it wasn’t. It was streamlined. It was a perfect time capsule. Everything was smooth.

Come forward. Take it.

“What would you want me to take your old armour?”

Because that’s the only way you are going to defeat Araknar, the spider-vampire commander of this dungeon. This dungeon that he took away from me a long time ago, the voice did some more explaining. Providing him with a tad bit more information.

“He took your dungeon, and you want me to take it back for you. That’s exactly what this is all about. You had no real intention of helping me,” Junk was slow, but he wasn’t stupid. He saw pretty clearly what he was attempting to do. The voice, whatever the origins of that voice was all about, was trying to use him.

Whatever you think of me, you cannot defeat Araknar without proper protection, the voice continued insisting.

“What good is an armour going to do against an enemy such as that hybrid monstrosity in the other room? It’s not about brute protection. It’s not even about brute strength. It’s about burning this insect alive. I’d rather you would have given me a torch or something. I should there with them. You are wasting my time,” Junk shouted.

I hid this armour here a long time. Hidden from him. His powers are useless when you will be wearing this armour. If you decide to listen to me and to wear it. But you don’t have to believe me. You don’t have to take my word for it, of course. It’s up to you, Junk, the tone of the voice was calmed. Relaxed. Not nervous. Not in any rush.

“What? How… How do you know my name?” he asked.

The voice never answered that one question.

Junk continued to gaze at the bronze armour in front of him.

***

In the other, much bigger room. April was still pleasantly violated by Araknar. She loved every minute of it and wished this would never stop. At this point, her big tits were being fucked by the many, many monstrous penises of the creature. Her butt-hole was savagely being used by the alpha cock of the vile dungeon monster. Her pussy was gushing out with a buffet of cum. A constant, mild, but never-ending stream of fresh sperm was coming out of her vagina. Araknar had come multiple times inside of her. He had impregnated her. Made her his breeding body as the former Witch Queen was still threatening to cut her own throat if he tried to make any move for her as the glowing spider web still had her magical powers turned off. Unfortunately. The situation was at a standstill. Stuck in time.

“I have no idea how we got to this point. But this is it I guess. I had originally thought that I was going to be Junk’s breeding partner for the next, few months, but life took a different turn it seems. I secretly always wanted to find and encounter strange and disturbing monsters. But I never meant as disturbing as that.”

“There is a continent where the people consider me as one of the most handsome men in the entire world,” the creature said to her.

“This is a joke. Right? This must be a joke?” April asked.

“It’s not a joke, April. I’ve been there once,” September said.

“What? Then, I need to go there at some point in my life. To see this for my eyes. Oh, wait, right… I am trapped here forever…”

“Don’t you find me, handsome, April?” he asked her.

“That’s the thing. I do. I don’t really know how can anyone else find you attractive, but I strangely do. All these different cocks surrounding me. They belong to one cute guy. And one cute guy only. I find it hard to believe almost. Even though they are right here. Fucking my body. Fucking my soul. Wait. Does that mean you can make love to and impregnate eight women at the same time?” she asked the spider-vampire hybrid at the same as she moaned louder and louder. Gradually becoming on the verge of having another orgasm. She had three of those already.

“Well…”

However, exactly as he was about to give her an answer, he heard stomping behind. Loud. Eerily, he turned his head around. Making his neck spin completely without moving his body whatsoever. He saw him. He saw Junk.

He was back.

Wearing the old armour.