Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 9: Hot Water

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Chapter 9: Hot Water

The Witch Queen had abandoned them both.

The truth was that she wasn’t interested in resting and spending the rest of the night in that shed in the back of the inn. Yet, even the inn itself wasn’t what interested her the most. She was a Queen after all. The shed wasn’t truly an option for her. The inn was okay. But once more, she was a Queen. She found someplace much better located in the town of Silverstream. Someplace she knew about all along, but someplace she wasn’t really interested in sharing with the beast and the sometimes relatively annoying elvish girl. The hot spring. The hot spring of Silverstream was exactly what she needed right now. She was already bathing in the warm water. Wearing nothing. Well, almost nothing. Her eyes shut. Relaxing after such a long journey which ended up being pretty productive. The Witch Queen managed to track and find Junk, the ex-prisoner Minotaur, a legendary rare find in this part of the world. Minotaurs were never ever seen in this kingdom. For a monster collector such as September Autumn, this was absolutely priceless. Minotaurs made for great monsters. Also, toward the tail end of her journey, she also had enough time to pick April Spring up. Someone else that was required for her if she wanted to have a shot at taking back what she had recently lost. This was going to be taking a long, long time, but she needed the Minotaur and the elvish ranger. For sure.

The warm, bubbly water of the hot spring covered and submerged her voluptuous body as she calmed down a bit and nearly fell into a nice, recovering sleep. September might have been and continued to be the personification of what a dark mistress should be (or at the very least, what she thought a dark and cruel mistress should in the first place), yet, using her mana all day, all night, on this journey had taken a real toll on her. She was tired. Just like everybody else, she was required to rest once in a while. And this was exactly what she was doing right now.

Her big tits desperately desired to float at the surface of the water of the hot spring. Nobody was here to watch this. Unfortunately. Yet, her chest and her huge breasts were acting as if someone was watching. Her breasts kept slowly and beautifully coming to the surface, floating. At this point, most of her breasts were revealed and floating at the surface. The only real things about her tits that weren’t up at the surface and revealed were her thick and delectable nipples. They were both still underwater. Also, the only thing September hadn’t taken off, as part of her wardrobe was concerned, was her witch’s hat. The rest was entirely off and could be seen, behind her, on the outer rim of the hot spring, held by a wooden clothes holder. All of it was there, including her jack-o-lantern breastplates. Yet, the hat was still on her head. She couldn’t take it off, it seemed.

Then, as her eyes were still widely shut, the same presence that was hunting her and the others earlier as they came into the town of Silverstream was felt again here. Not by her, it seemed. All for intents and purposes, she was sleeping after all. But the presence was here. Somewhere. Lurking in the shadows. Stalking beneath the hot and soothing water.

It was coming her way. It was coming right for her. However, at one point, right before it was too late and that something happened to her, September did open her eyes. She woke up. She was blushing as she first woke up.

“This hot spring is quite something. I fell asleep without noticing it,” she said to herself, out loud, not too loud. She was calmed. She acted safe and oblivious… until she didn’t anymore. Sooner rather than later, September squinted her eyes. Ceased blushing. Became more serious. “Of course, this would exactly be what an easy and average woman would say if she didn’t know that she was being hunted by The Devil himself,” the witch changed her tune and seriously and coldly said.

“...” she knew the dark presence was here. She briefly described it of him rather as The Devil.

“I know you are here. Show yourself already,” she said.

“You are good, Witch Queen. You still know you to sense me pretty well,” a dark, deep, but still somewhat charming, masculine voice was heard from the inside of the hot spring. It was extremely difficult for September to track where the voice was coming from exactly and where The Devil she was speaking off would appear. The water of the hot spring gradually began getting warmer and warmer until it began bubbling away. More steam hovered above the water and flew in the directions of the ceiling. Something was wrong here. Something was horribly wrong. September was no longer relaxing and leaning against the border of the hot spring, to say the least. Something awful was happening, and she couldn’t stop it. She wasn’t in control of this one. The dark presence was felt everywhere around her in the hot spring.

“It’s not something you forget how to do.”

“I am so happy to see you again, September,” the voice intensified. It was heard closer. Much closer. The water of the hot spring continued bubbling until a dark shape came out from the centre of the pool of water. The water surged with a growing electrifying touch to it. Lightning sparks could be observed all over the area at the centre of the hot spring. The water suddenly being electrified didn’t affect her. The dark shape crawled out and showed itself. It was The Devil incarnated she had referred to earlier. It took the form of a tall and fat pigman. Looking straight at her as he came out of the water. Blue electricity spiralling and buzzing all over his body. The Devil was an eclectic pigman. “The Witch Queen,” he said.

“Monsoon,” she said his name.

“You knew I was going to find you sooner or later.”

“Yes,” she nodded, “after being responsible for ruining my life and stealing my rank,” she replied to him.

“I didn’t steal anything from you. I simply took the role of ‘Queen’ you had and gave it to the one who legitimately deserved it,” the entity taking the form of the pig monster said.

“You caused a revolution. You are responsible for this.”

“I personally couldn’t help to make you my dirty, cum-whore, but you escaped. Right before I could put my hand on you. There is nowhere you can go now. You are mine.”

“Are you certain of that?” she remained confident through all of it, never failing to stay straight, serious, cold, determined and stern. Even though while she was completely naked in the now electrified water of a hot spring. Fortunately for her, the electricity in the water didn’t appear to be hurting her nor bothering her at all.

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I think I will take the time to molest you here before taking you anywhere with,” Monsoon explained to her as he walked closer and closer to her in the steaming water. The pigman was so tall the water was stopping right at his crotch. The water barely covering his cock and his balls. The more he advanced toward her, the more he was getting erected and the more his colossal penis came out of the water, revealing itself to her.

“Take on me, then,” she told him, willingly inviting him to attack her and to molest her. When Monsoon was close enough after cornering against the rocky outer rim of the pool of water, he reached out for her big breasts, lifted them up above the water and played with them. Finally played with them. Taking possession of them. After he had grabbed them and caressed them a lot, he moved his attention toward her thick and erect nipples. Pulling on them. The long, sharp and disgustingly dirty nails of the pig monster harshly rubbed against her nipples and her areolae over and over. Hurting her in the process. Teasing her. Causing her to moan a lot. Gasping. Grunting. The lord pig monster was dominating her, to say the least. But it didn’t stop there. The cutting-edge, sharp and nightmarish, disgusting claws were not the only thing that was teasing her. With Monsoon’s body being completely electrified, he conducted the magical source of the lightning toward his arms, hands, and then nails. The dangerously sharp claws were now buzzing with the same blue electricity that the rest of his body and the water. The dominating monster was electrifying her nipples and then more blue lightning sparks buzzed all over her udders. Therefore, causing her to moan even more that way.

“This is exactly what I’m planning on doing.”

“You are a vile monster. Do you know that?” she said.

“Yes. Yes. I remember what you used to tell me: You would literally die to add me to your collection of monsters. Too bad this isn’t something that can be done. Too bad you are no match for me,” he had fun with her as he continued to pull on her erect and completely sensitive nipples.

“You are getting ahead of yourself, Monsoon,” she said.

“Although, I’ve got to give something to you: Your tits definitely look like they’ve grown a bit since our last encounter. This means that you have successfully been collecting more souls as of late. This is good. This is quite good but foolish of you since I already caught you,” he partially congratulated her.

“You sure about that?” she asked her.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t believe I was able to cast this stupid spell on you,” September said to him. Not the September he was molesting, but another one. The real one. The real September who was casually sitting on the other side of the spring. Her legs beautifully and sensually crossed together. Watching Monsoon pulling on the tits of a copy of herself that soon dramatically turned into a scarecrow. A scarecrow constructed of hay with a jack-o-lantern as a head.

After realizing what he was doing, the lord pig monster was fuelled with rage. His eyes suddenly turned white, and he electrified the scarecrow much and destroyed it. He was heard loudly and savagely oinking like the pig monster he was as he murdered this scarecrow before storming out of the steaming water. Once out, he remained still, staring at her from a certain distance. Plotting what he was going to do with her next.

“You are going to pay for this.”

“I know I just said it, but honestly, I can’t believe this cheap trick worked on you. Still, thanks a lot for the compliment for my two babies right here,” The Witch Queen said as she looked down at her own chest and smiled as she observed them jiggle up and down, completely freely.

“The kind of things you used to do as a teenager. I should have thought of that. Too bad that you are still doing the same type of shit, even as a MILF,” he said to her.

“I’m no MILF, big guy. I was never pregnant. I never had any children. I think your brain is messed up.”

“Details. Details. I’m just thinking ahead of time. You look like a slutty MILF to me. Let’s accomplish this one, last thing you need to officially become one. Let’s get you pregnant.”

“Not interested. That’s why I have a girl for that.”

“Oh, speaking of them, I don’t understand why you left them alone behind this inn. This was such a big mistake.”

“There never was any mistake, Lord Monsoon. I’m just fine on my own once in a while. I don’t need my followers with me at all times. You might be strong, Lord Monsoon, but I believe you are forgetting something really important.”

“And what is that?”

“I’m the cruel mother of this world. I’m the dark mistress. I am someone you need to fear. I’m The Witch Queen.”

“We shall see. Wherever you go. I will follow you.”

“Wait, where are you going like that? I am not done with you. What about our big confrontation?”

“It’s going to have to wait,” he told her.

Lord Monsoon then vanished into a thick, dark blue fog that recently manifested itself all around him. A thick electric fog.

“Don’t leave, you, coward. Come back and fight,” she insisted. But it was too late. The fog vanished and he was gone.

Then, the next moment, as September was standing, motionless, two intruders crashed the hot spring, Junk and April.