Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 14: Innside

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Happy Monday! 

I hope you are doing good. New 'Harvesting' chapter today, and this one might be a bit intense. If you enjoy monster fucking and elements that have to do with breeding, you might enjoy this one. 

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Chapter 14: Innside

The Guild of Witches wasn’t kidding around. September and the rest of her group were truly being chased throughout the entire kingdom. However, even as he was saying that he had reinforcement on the way, the general, who was riding his white horse still choose to escape. Getting the hell out of there. Seemingly leaving the town of Silverstream.

“Should we go after him?” Junk asked his Witch Queen.

“He’s only riding with a normal horse. He can’t get so far with his mount,” September mentioned and explained.

“If this is a normal horse? What is not a normal horse then?” the Minotaur asked her, coming up with more questions. He had most likely lived his entire life in prison after all. He didn’t know a lot and was only demanding to learn.

“Um,” September smirked and purred a bit, “you’ll learn about it soon enough,” the witch simply revealed him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Junk asked her again.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t be going after him?” April asked September. They were still able to see him ride with his ‘normal’ horse from a certain distance. They could still catch up with him and possibly prevent him from calling the valuable reinforcement he just spoke about.

“With the state, you are in, young girl? After all, what happened to you? You have to rest again,” September told her.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine to go out there and kick some ass. I kicked all their asses. I’m more than ready to kick his,” April said, proving she was still able to keep going as she stood up again and began walking. Sloppily walking, but walking nonetheless. She moved around the Minotaur and desperately attempting to go in the direction where the old general went, but she suddenly felt the urgent need to hold her belly. Something was happening to her. Both Junk and September walked toward her and tried to see what was going on. The Minotaur was much more surprised and visibly concerned for her. Not that September wasn’t concerned. It wasn’t that exactly, but it felt like the witch was more aware and prepared for what was happening to her than the beast.

“What is wrong with you?” Junk asked her, still shook.

“It can only be one thing,” September mentioned as something else happened, April collapsed to the ground. She collapsed not too far from the pool of blood covering the green grass between the shed and the inn. Now down to her knees, the Minotaur rushed himself to her aid. September followed as well.

“What is it then? What is wrong with her?” Junk asked the witch with the purple hat and the fishnet stockings.

“She is ready to give birth,” September revealed to him as April was both heard panting and moaning gradually harder.

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Sooner rather than later, Junk had carried April into the inn. This time, there was no question, they managed to get a room, even if the innkeeper desired it or not. Once in their room, Junk delicately placed her on top of the double-sized bed. The Witch Queen magically and remotely shut the door behind her while channelling mana inside of her sceptre without saying a single word. At this point, April was still holding her pregnant belly. A pregnant belly that honesty didn’t show too much, but anyone in the room could still easily tell that she was pregnant and that she was on the brink of giving birth as September recently pointed it out in the back of this establishment near the shed. However, even though she was just about to give birth, April didn’t seem to be in too much pain. Naturally, she grunted a bit and felt some pressure in her womb. After all, there was a half-elf, half-Minotaur that was growing inside of her. It was bound to be causing some repercussions and some impacts. But what surprised Junk the most was the fact that she was feeling more pleasure than pain at the moment. Her cheeks were all red. She was over-breathing. Her eyes were constantly staring at the ceiling of the room while holding her own pregnant belly with both of her hands.

“What should we do now?” Junk asked his Queen.

“We typically wait until she is fully ready to give birth, and then we witness the magic being done,” she told him.

“Oh! So, you are going to cast a spell to help her out? Perhaps an enchantment to ease the pain and make her delivery a bit easier for her?” the Minotaur asked her, deeply interested.

“No. Not that kind of magic, Junk. No spells for that. It was just a figure of speech,” she explained to him. Junk was truly the big joke in the room right now. “It’s better not to use any real magic to alter the course of her pregnancy. Especially when talking about a hybrid such as the baby she is going to be giving me. Messing up by using a spell to alter a pregnancy can have horrible outcomes when doing so on a normal baby already. But doing it on a monstrous hybrid like this? It could be fatal,” The Witch Queen explained to him.

“I see now. So, no spells. What should we do instead to help her out a bit? Can we help her even?” Junk asked her.

“There exists one way that I know of,” September said at the very same time she intentionally wiggled her eyebrows.

“What do you have in mind then?” he asked her.

“Oh, my gosh! It feels so great! I love this! I’ve had two orgasms since we moved into the room already!” April suddenly shouted, stealing the occasion of the ox-man right away. He turned his head to her and watched her getting wetter and wetter on the bed. Meanwhile, September wasn’t surprised at all. She barely looked at her. She didn’t react to her shouting about her two, recent orgasms. She never did.

“Blow jobs help a lot during demanding pregnancies such as this one,” September finally explained to him.

“Blow-jobs?”

“Yes. Blow-jobs.”

The next moment, Junk was standing to the left side of the bed and was intentionally pushing his huge cock in and out of her mouth. The Minotaur wasn’t required to be asked twice regarding this matter. He shoved his cock inside of the woman who needed and deserved it the most in the room, no one else, but: April. She accepted it and willingly moved her head back-and-forth, therefore, giving the beast the best moment of his entire life. He was getting an intense and wet blow-job from a pregnant woman. Junk still didn’t get how this was exactly supposed to be helping the elvish woman during her pregnancy, especially with the delivery part of it, but he didn’t question it.

He never did. Junk did hear her moaning a lot during the blow-job even though her mouth was completely filled up with his bestial monster of a cock. Naturally, she couldn’t all of it inside of her mouth, so she had to content herself with the bit of it that did fit in her mouth. Junk could tell that her pregnancy being advanced just as much it was for her (even after one day into said pregnancy), she had all control of her saliva in her mouth. She was constantly drooling all over the place. Fresh saliva dripping all over her big breasts and all over the bed. She had no control over it whatsoever and the beast in the room didn’t blame her one bit for it.

“Ugh,” she kept being heard moaning and panting as she gave him what was the best cock cleaning of his entire life.

“Ahn. Keep going,” he dominantly whispered to her.

“So, Junk, what do you think of this blow-job?” September asked while observing both of them.

“Why would you care about something like that?”

“Oh, but I deeply care about the lust of my subjects.”

“Really? But you said you were never having sex with your soldiers? With your monsters?” Junk demanded her.

“That’s right. I never do,” she soon replied to him.

“Then, I don’t get it, why ask me how I feel about April’s blow-job right now?” the Minotaur kept asking her.

“It’s not because I never have sex with my monsters and followers that I am not keeping tabs on they are doing sexually. It’s strictly important for me to be making sure all of them are being competitive among each other sexually and that their libido as high as ever. Sure, I like to keep strong and resilient monsters among the ranks of my army. Or rather, I used to when I still had an army. But strength and constitution are not the only abilities that matter for me. Sexual resilience is great. A high count of sperms is even better as you can imagine when speaking about efficiency for breeding. Long-term investments,” The fallen Witch Queen explained to the Minotaur who was receiving the blow-job from the beautiful and young April. She was speeding up a bit. Sucking faster.

“Does that mean I am a long-term investment?”

“You could be,” she simply told him. Being very vague.

Skew! All of a sudden, something was heard inside of April’s mouth. Junk turned his head to her, surprised. What had just happened? The strange noise was the sound of his sperm filling up the interior of her mouth. Without realizing it, outside of the constant and tremendous pleasure, he had already come inside of her mouth. The orgasm he felt was then automatically translated into it helping her out as far as the delivery of her child was concerned. The delivery of their child. When April was all done sucking on the Minotaur’s cock, she allowed him to pull out of her mouth, which he did, and then she was left with some work to do. She still took the time to swallow his load as she pushed and pushed. Truly giving it her all, so they could be done with that part of the process. Junk stayed with her no matter what., but still stepped back from the bed a bit to give her some space to do her work.

“Looks like you are not so good with sex constitution right now. That’s fine. I’m more into high sperm counts personally, and you seem to be nailing that part,” September spoke to the beast after he had recently unloaded inside of her mouth and emptied his balls for the time being until he was going to recharge again. For obvious reasons, the witch didn’t take interests in him coming inside of her mouth as opposed to helping with more impregnation, but at last, April was already pregnant and there were no other women around here to impregnate, so that was okay with for her now. No other women to impregnate in this room except for her which wasn’t an option for her for various, personal reasons.

“Is she going to be okay? Did she give birth before?” Junk asked the witch. Getting worried about her a bit as the moaning, the grunting, and the panting intensified. She looked and behaved as if she had developed a fever ever since they first climbed into this room after the conclusion of the battle outside. By now, the folks of the town of Silverstream must have discovered and reported the many, many dismembered bodies of the knight from the guild.

“Yes. She does that all the time. She is going to be okay for sure.”

“Dethroned witch! This is your last chance. Come out and surrender, or we are going to be forced to end you and the lives of your pathetic followers,” the deep voice of the general of the group of knights was suddenly heard outside. While the Witch Queen did turn around to look outside through the window behind her, she wasn’t surprised one bit by the development of the current situation.

Outside: The general, who was still riding his horse, was surrounded by a new group of knights and the habitants of Silverstream. Including the ones who were running the inn. Including the innkeeper, they had a handshake deal with. All of them were carrying burning torches. They were just about to set the inn on fire to make sure September was going to burn in Hell for her sins.