Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 6: The Bastard

Hello everyone,

New Witch Queen chapter for you.

I hope you are going to enjoy it. A big, new enemy in this chapter. 

Comments, suggestions, and feedback appreciated. As always. 

Chapter 6: The Bastard

“Looking forward to banging me again?” April repeated after the evil spirit.

“I have been having fun with you ever since you came back to the cabin a few weeks ago,” the spirit said to her.

“So, that’s you who have been giving me all these powerful orgasms?” she asked him.

“Who else, you dumb cunt?” the ugly bastard told her.

“Sweet. I’ve never thought having a property haunted would be this amazing,” April said to herself out loud.

“Junk,” the witch called for him from the living room.

“Yeah?” he asked her as he still tried to move. It didn’t work. The spirit was holding his chest and rendered him not be able to move much. He couldn’t turn around or walk.

“We have a deal, you and me,” she said, completely unfazed and nonchalant. Not surprised by much. “I keep you alive and your body and soul stable by feeding you my milk, and you do what I ask you to do. I want you to stop this and to defeat this spirit,” she commanded him to do now.

“Defeat a spirit? Why not?” he asked her, suddenly attempting to punch the ghostly ugly bastard. While he couldn’t move much, mostly his legs, the beast could still move his arms a bit while resulted in him trying to punch the spirit. As expected, his punch went right through his phantom body.

“Good try,” the bastard told the Minotaur right before continuing to lower the underwear of the elvish ranger, got a hold of his huge, disgusting and fat dick and took Junk’s place. He inserted his cock inside of April’s pussy and began fucking her in front of her everyone. April never stopped him. She couldn’t, and she didn’t want to in fact.

“Oh, yeah, it feels just like all the other times in the past few weeks. Your cock is remarkable, mister spirit,” she said.

“I don’t get it,” the Minotaur said to himself.

“His body is physical enough. He is able to interact with real things, people. Objects telling by how he lowered her underwear and is now penetrating her. It’s quite simple,” the witch said.

“What is so simple?” the Minotaur asked her. Nothing about this was simple to him. He was a beast. A prisoner that had just escaped out of prison. Nothing could be simple about what she was telling him. He required to be explained how to defeat such a ghostly foe. Explained as basically and as simple as possible as well.

“This is an ancient spirit. Well-experienced in interacting with the world of the living. On top of that, he is dangerous,” the witch explained to Junk.

“Why is that? Why so dangerous?” he asked her.

“I believe what he just said. I’m not surprised. This bastard of a spirit has been having sex with our April for quite a long time now while she was living here, alone in this cabin. He made his in a lot of ways. He revealed himself to us for the first time as you were just about to have sex with her. He probably fears that we are going to take her away from him. Especially with a beast like you in the area,” she continued explaining.

“I guess that makes sense. But what am I supposed to do now?” Junk asked the witch.

“It’s simple‒”

“‒You know what? I’m getting tired of hearing you talk, you, filthy beast,” the spirit suddenly turned to the Minotaur as he continued banging April, getting balls deep with her. The spirit then pushed on his chest had he had been holding for quite some time now as he had been paralyzing him. The Minotaur had been projected away on the other side of the cabin. His back painfully hitting one of the wooden walls. Creating a deep hole in the wall upon impact.

“You were saying?” the Minotaur said, panting, completely out of breath, out of energy.

The spirit turned around. Choose to ignore the beast and the witch. Focused on April again. Continued fucking her. More aggressively this time. Occasionally slapping her butt. She moaned. The elf was enjoying all of it.

“I was saying: It’s simple. There is only one thing you need to focus on, taking April away from him. Without her, he is only a normal spirit without goals. Restricted. If he is a conventional spirit, he won’t be able to get out of this cabin.”

“Simple for you! You are a strong and dangerous witch. Why don’t you do it? Why don’t you take April away from him then? Did you see what he has just done to me? I can’t attack him, but he can,” the frustrated beast argued with her.

“I could. I could end all of this right now.”

“Then, do it.”

“It’s a bit more fun to see you, progress.”

“Progress?”

“Figuring things by yourself. Fighting. For me. Fulfilling your deal of the bargain,” she explained to him.

“Are you kidding me? I can’t fight something I can’t touch. Also, it has been so long since I’ve had any mana milk. I feel like my body is going to give up on me anytime now.”

“Don’t worry. I didn’t forget about that. I have been keeping track of your degradation for a while now. I was testing your limits.”

“Testing my limits?”

“How long you can last without another dose.”

“I’m ready for another one.”

“I can see that. I’ll give you a tiny one just now, only to get you through this combat. Then, you’ll have more when your battle will be over,” she said to him.

“Not too bad.”

Completely surprising him, the discreet and dark witch suddenly threw her cloak off of her body, launching it to flow in beautiful slow-motion in the air as she revealed what her outfit typically hidden underneath the cloak looked to the Minotaur for the very first time.

She had skin-tight leather gloves. A leather/lingerie corset that ended in what seemed to be dark wings as a skirt behind where her butt was. The top of her corset didn’t cover her breasts. The corset began below her breasts and ended a bit after her belly button. Above the corset, her chest was covered with a pair of semi-armoured breastplates. One armoured plate for each of her big boobs. The two breastplates were orange and forged in the shape and style of a pumpkin. Two spooky carved pumpkins. Directly connected to her witch’s outfit, below her corset, she had a witch-looking loincloth as part of her witch’s dress between her legs, covering her underwear, her underwear being a skimpy and revealing thong. She had really high leather boots that went way up her knees and then turned into fishnet, lingerie, stockings. The boots were sexy high-heeled boots.

The Minotaur observed her beautiful body, fully revealed to him for the very first time in his life. Impressed. Positively surprised. The beast already knew that there a gorgeous woman underneath that thick and dark cloak, but he didn’t expect or suspect the Godly woman he found right in here in the cabin as the lock continued to fall in slow-motion all around her.

“Why hell were you wearing that cloak all that time?”

“What are you talking about?” she said to him as she walked out of the living room and sensually walked toward him while the spirit bastard was still going at it with April.

“Why were you hiding all of this?” he asked her.

“I’ve told you already: To keep a low-profile.”

“I hope you are going to throw that thing away.”

“I need you to be stronger and to beat this spirit.”

“Why would you need me for that? You could do it yourself and remove this ghost from this world,” he argued.

“It’s not about that. It’s about testing your limits. There you go,” she said as she peeled off her right pumpkin-jack-o-lantern breastplate and unveiled her big titty to the beast while April was still in distress. Sort of. She was enjoying himself to be quite honest. “Drink up. Find your health again,” she told him as she inserted her right nipple inside of his mouth. He held on to her breast and opened wide. He sucked on her nipples and drank all the delicious mana milk he could from her. He drank, he drank, and he drank until his vitals were up enough again. “There. There. It should be enough,” the witch told him at one point. Backed away from him. The removed pumpkin-jack-o-lantern breastplate was magically and remotely picked up from the floor and was automatically placed back on her right breast.

The beast stood up in the cabin. He was back.

“Delicious.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m not sure if I get it.”

“What do you mean?” she asked him.

“She is getting fucked hardcore by this monster. She is enjoying it. Why put a stop to it?”

“I know this kind of evil spirits. A bit too well.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“If we don’t stop him, he is going to attempt to collect her soul, much like the rogue trick-or-treater tried doing to me earlier. In vain, of course. However, if we don’t stop this one right here, April won’t stand a chance to keep her soul. Evil spirits such as this one want to collect the right soul to be reborn into our world.”

“I see. You might have stabilized my body again, but what are you expecting me to do against an enemy I can’t interact with?” he demanded to her.

“We are going to team up for this one.”

“What do you mean?”

The witch shut her eyes. Picked up her overly large hat from the top of her head, fetched for something into it with her right hand and magically pulled something out of it. A large and long item. A sceptre. Her sceptre. It was beautifully sculpted with wood and there were leaves at the tip of it that was representing the magnificent colours of autumn. Reds. Yellows. Oranges. She placed her hat back on top of her head. Held her sceptre with both of her hands and began chanting words from a dialect Junk knew absolutely nothing about it. She was concocting a ritual.

“What are you going to do like that?” he asked her.

“Autumn Reconstitution: The Rebirth Of The Spirit,” she sensually shouted the title of her spell and waved her wooden sceptre in direction of the back of the spirit monster in front of them. A purple beam came out of the tip of the sceptre and was launched all over the evil spirit. It hit him. He was too busy banging April forever rather than being too worried about them.

“What have you done?” the Minotaur kept asking her.

“This spirit hoped to be murdering April by stealing her soul, so he can be reborn, I cut that one pretty short. I reborn him first so he can’t steal her soul anymore.

“How is that supposed to help us?” he asked her.

“This feels different all of a sudden,” April commented, feeling her dick inside of her differently than before.

“What happened to me?” the bastard said while pulling out of her. Looking at his own hands. He realized that he was no longer a ghost. The ugly bastard stepped back from her in the cabin.

“You are human again,” she told him. He then turned back to the witch and the beast.

“You brought me back to life? Why would you do something like this? You are too kind. You allowed me to be brought to life without having me sacrificing her soul,” he said.

“One more time: How did that help us?” Junk asked the witch.

“Well, now that he is alive again, it means you can physically interact with him. It means you can defeat him.”

“So, you want me to?‒”

“‒Prove me that you can be my guardian, my one trusted follower,” she told him.

“You got it,” the Minotaur said as he moved into position before suddenly springing at the reborn ugly bastard as fast as he could. Ramming into him. Making sure to not stomp on April in the process. He collided into the reborn spirit and aggressively jammed his huge and sharp horns on his chest. Killing him right away after getting back to life.

The dust settled.

Their enemy was dead.

His body was lying unconscious on the floor of the cabin.

“Is he still alive?” April asked.

“No. He’s not,” the witch told her.

“Aren’t we going to have the same problem in two minutes when he is turned back into a deadly and dangerous spirit?” Junk asked the witch.

“First: We have a good two minutes before he comes back. Second: I will be waiting for him. I need to collect his soul when it comes back.”

“How are you going to do that?” April asked her, “He was too powerful for you to capture him earlier?”

“He was. But now that he lost all of his strength, it’s going to be just like a walk in the park to capture his soul.”

Approximately two minutes later.

As she said it.

“There he is,” the witch said, witnessing the teal-coloured ball of light AKA his soul descending from the ceiling of the cabin. The witch was still standing on her feet while the two others were sitting on the couch behind her. They were still concerned and interested but not anywhere as serious as she was with this. The teal ball of light descended. Poorly tried reconnecting with his body. “Not a chance,” she said as she raised up her sceptre and pulled the soul toward her. Blowing it toward her. The ball of light was divided into two different smaller balls and was swallowed by the mouths of the pair of jack-o-lantern breastplates she was wearing.

The two small balls of light vanished into her breastplates.

“Beautiful!” April clapped her hands while admiring her work.

“Your tits swallowed his soul?” Junk asked her, confused.