Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 15: Pillage

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Chapter 15: Pillage

There was no time to waste.

The inn was completely surrounded. The general, the rest of his knights and the overly angry crowd of people were threatening to burn their own inn, so they could get rid of the former Witch Queen and her two followers.

“So, this is how it ends?” Junk said out loud. At the very least, the Minotaur had been able to aid April and support her in delivering her first child with him. Except that what came out of her body wasn’t a child at all. It wasn’t human. However, that part was pretty clear and had been relatively pretty clear ever since the two had sex together. One elf and one Minotaur copulating together were now going to be producing a human being. But what shocked the beast the most was the fact that what came out of her womb wasn’t a child. It was already grown. Not fully grown. But it was already an adult. This chimera. This elf / Minotaur hybrid was a disgusting monster to look at. It had the head of an elf but the body of a Minotaur. It still had horns on the sides of its head and constantly pushed horrifying screams out of its mouth. At first, it was a bit complicated to tell if this was male or female, but the more everyone in the room looked at it, the more it was obvious that it was male. However, the mother and the father, if they could be called that, the makers didn’t end up spending too much time together. No real sharing or bonding time here or now. The inn was just about to be set on fire after all. April didn’t even spend a lot of time with her creation in her hands. The Monster was too tall and huge for her to be carrying for too long. The creature was left to be crawling on the bed with her.

September walked closer to the bed and surprised the two makers by removing her witch’s hat, raising her leafy sceptre up in the air, closing her eyes and casting a new spell.

“Home: The Warm Return!” she said the name of the spell she was casting with her sceptre and the newborn adult chimera of a monster was then suddenly pulled into her hat. The monster disappeared. He was teleported somewhere else.

“Where did you take him?” the Minotaur asked him.

“Home,” September replied to him pretty soon.

“Home?” Junk asked her, not understanding what she meant by that at all. What kind of home was she talking about?

“She took him somewhere safe,” April answered for her.

“In her hat?” Junk continued to question them.

“No. He was immediately teleported to September’s house,” the elvish ranger continued to explain everything to him at her place as she abruptly jumped out of bed as soon as her creation was teleported away. She was freed now. The adult monster had been crawling all over her for the past minute or so. Desperately desiring to suck on her big elvish titties and to drink her milk. Something that they, unfortunately, didn’t have the time for. April ran to the window to see everything that was happening outside by herself. She saw everyone. She saw all the angry people in the street. She witnessed all the flaming torches.

“The Witch Queen has a house now?” Junk asked her.

“Yes. I do,” September replied to him, all calm.

“Well, why the hell did we originally try getting a room in this inn? Why did we content herself of the shed in the backyard if you do have a house somewhere?” he asked her.

“The shed sounds pretty appealing right now,” April said as she continued to look outside all the furious mob out.

“I am able to teleport items and monsters and I capture there, such as the one you and April successfully produced together. However, it’s too far for us to teleport there. We’ll have to travel a bit. But, just for your information, it’s not a house. Not really anyway,” September explained to the beast.

“What is it then? What do you want to call it?” he said.

“It’s our base of operations,” she revealed to him.

“Interesting. I hope it’s real,” Junk blew her off.

“Guys, I really think we have more important problems right now. Problems we have to solve. The sooner, the better,” the green-haired elvish ranger stopped the two during their fight and tried her best to bring them both to reality for a second.

It was too late now, the general, his knights and the mob of habitants of Silverstream had had more than enough with this witch and her followers. The general had convinced them all that burning their one and the only inn was the best thing to do somehow. The modest establishment was about to be set on fire anytime now.

“Don’t feel bad about burning this witch alive! She deserves what is coming to her! Don’t feel bad about burning your own inn! The guild is going to pay back and built a much better inn for you! You’ll see! It’ll be worth it in the end. Trust me! Trust!” the general kept pitting the town against the witch and her followers. Destroying September’s reputation even more. Not that she cared too much about her reputation as it was. The knights and the habitants of Silverstream suddenly began throwing flaming torches all over the establishment and setting it on fire. Surprising April, one of the burning torch crash through the glass of the window she was looking through and ended up in the middle of the room.

“Ugh!” April jumped back. The room of the inn began burning right in front of their eyes.

“I don’t want to burn here,” Junk said to the girls.

“Me neither,” April admitted.

“We captured the monster. There is no reason for us to be sticking around any longer,” September calmly said with a stern tone in her voice. She then magically shape-shifted her leafy sceptre into her flying broom, as she had done before.

The next moment, September burst out of the crashed window, riding her broom, flying way high in the air. April was with her. Comfortably sitting behind in her on the broom. Meanwhile, Junk followed them by jumping through the window, therefore, enlarging it quite a bit. While the Minotaur couldn’t fly with them, he followed them on foot, avoiding the general, his knights and the mob. Junk was a Minotaur. No matter how large the angry mob was, no matter how overwhelming the squad of knights was, the beast could always find himself a way out of there as he continued following the two busty women way up high in the air on the flying broom. Naturally, the General, his knights and the infuriated mob never stopped following the witch, the ranger and the beast. Specifically hunting the Minotaur on the ground. Concerning the local inn. It was already too late. It couldn’t be salvaged. The establishment was already on fire, and it was burning bright. There was nothing that could be done except forgetting about it now and focusing on the three fugitives. There were no other witches or wizards or any spell casters that could help slow down the fire or stop it altogether. There were no witches and wizards to begin with. Even less so any water-based or aquatic witches or mages. When was this going to stop? Junk felt like he had been running and escaping situations ever since he came out of prison.

This was his life now.

***

“Where is it now?” the Minotaur howled at the witch and the ranger on the flying broom above his head in the sky during the day as they continued to flee.

“It’s right there. We are almost there,” September shouted.

“Where?” Junk asked her again. He couldn’t see anything. He was in the middle of some dense woods aright outside Silverstream. He could still hear the horses of the knights, galloping as they were being hunted an hour or so after the inn had begun burning. While he began trusting the former Witch Queen more and more overtime, he wasn’t exactly certain of what she meant by: ‘It’s right there’, or ‘we are almost there’. There was nothing. Only trees and trees as he was walking up a hill in the middle of the woods.

“Oh, I can finally see it!” April said, all excited.

“You see it?” Junk asked her, surprised she was seeing something. “Where is it?” he kept asking her over and over.

“September was right! It’s right there!” April’s excitement could not be contained. She felt like they were all saved. Finally, a way out of here. The Minotaur still had no idea what this was all about, but he was soon about to find out. He kept running in the woods. Avoiding trees in and his run until he finally saw it. The entrance of a cavern. Up the hill, hidden in the woods, there was an entrance. This was exactly what he had been told by September earlier as he first entered the woods outside of Silverstream nearly an hour ago.

“There it is!” Junk said to himself out loud.

“Time to go down,” September murmured to himself up in the sky while at the commands of her magical broom. However, April did manage to hear as she whispered this.

“I hope we can expect for a safe and delicate landing. Right?” April asked her, getting worried by the second as September swiftly changed the direction they were flying into and lowered the broom. She was right. They were going down. They were both going down and the direction they were heading for was the entrance of this hidden cavern in the middle of the woods. “This is going to be a nice and easy landing, right?” she repeated herself.

“...” The Witch Queen didn’t bother telling her anything.

“September?”

“...” still nothing from her end.

“September! Say something! Oh, boy, we are going to crash! We are going to crash!” April was fearing for her life at this point.

“We are not,” September simply whispered the contrary.

“What the hell is she doing?” Junk asked himself as he observed the two girls flying down toward the entrance of the cave. Having reached it at this point, he was standing outside, waiting for them before venturing inside. He wasn’t too certain about the speed they were flying. The Minotaur was no expert in flights. Especially flights on broomsticks, but he felt like she was going way too fast for a landing of any kind. “Is she trying to kill herself and April?”

April was screaming for her life at this point. September wasn’t showing any form of emotion. She was perfectly calmed. Junk was certain they were both going to crash in his face. It was too late to get out of the way. He looked the other way and placed his muscular arms in front of his face. Attempting to block the violent landing.

However, all of a sudden, a micro-second before hitting the Minotaur and crashing down, the magical, flying broomstick abruptly stopped. It stopped in the air. It was no longer moving. It was levitating in the air, an inch away from his bestial’s nose.

“We are still alive,” April said, reassured.

“What the?” Junk said after re-opening his eyes.

“The cave. We must go inside. Now,” September commanded them.

Then, pure silence at the entrance of the cavern.

“Is she going to act like it was nothing, and we didn’t come close to die. All of us,” April adorably and softly mentioned.

“I suppose so,” the Minotaur waited a bit before saying anything and ultimately shrugged his shoulders and sighed.

“We have no time to waste. They are still after us. Inside. Now,” she casually and calmly commanded them again. She jumped off her broomstick. It magically shifted back into her sceptre. April accidentally fell off, hit the ground and hurt her back.

“Ouch!”

Then, it all became much more serious. The fun in the woods was over. The three adventurers were just about to enter the cave of memories.