Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 5: Spirit Away

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Chapter 5: Spirit Away

In the wooden cabin in the middle of nowhere, April Spring had rapidly learned she had to use both of her hands to properly rub the Minotaur’s cock. By that time, the witch was still taking some good time, warming up in front of the fireplace, enjoying some soup April had recently concocted.

“So, no sex at all since you came out of prison?”

“No.”

“Any sex in prison?” April asked him, curious.

“No.”

“Any sex before that?” she dared to ask him.

“Not that I can recall.”

“What? You seem like a grown man to me. Or bull rather. A grown bull to me.”

“April. He is a Minotaur. Not just a bull,” the witch corrected the ranger from the living room of the small, wooden cabin.

“Right, a Minotaur. So, why not any sex before the prison as well?”

“I don’t remember much before that place.”

“Oh, I am so sorry, so your memory was erased or something like that?” she asked him.

“I have no idea.”

“Poor you. Poor beast. Do you think me trying to suck on your cock would help you regain your memory somehow?” April asked him.

“We could try. I don’t recall ever having a blow-job in my life,” he briefly explained to her.

“You never had sex? And you never had a blow-job? Dang, it! Let me fix this for you, big boy,” the bubbly young girl then suddenly moved down to her knees right in front of the towering beast and placed both of her hands around his growing cock. Flaccid, the Minotaur was thirty-one inches long. Fully erect, as April was able to get him by massaging his dick, hand-jobbing him, he had grown as large and as long as thirty-nine inches long.

“...” he had trouble keeping himself calmed. He had never had a woman do all these kinds of things for him.

“Looks like I was able to get it as large as I could. I’ve never seen something this huge before. This is most impressive. It must be thirty-five inches long at the very least,” she mentioned, not personally knowing the exact size of it, obviously. “What’s your name by the way. I didn’t think to ask you?” she was curious about this. She had to associate a name with the big dick. That was how it worked with her brain.

“Don’t have one,” he explained to her.

“You don’t have one?” she didn’t understand that.

“For now, I thought about calling him: ‘Junk’,” the witch yelled out from the living room.

“Junk? Why Junk?” she said.

“Because he looked like abandoned trash when I originally found him on the side of the road after tracking his vital signs,” she went on to explain.

“Hey, that’s not too kind to him!” April argued.

“I’m not trying to be mean. It’s not about that. He said he doesn’t care about what his name is. He said he doesn’t remember ever having one so ‘Junk’ could be a temporary name while he comes up with the right one for himself by himself.”

“Minotaur, is that true that you are fine with it?”

“I don’t care,” he briefly said to her, most interested about the fact that April continued to massage his dick, rubbing it all the way through and then occasionally rubbing his large, heavy, and low-hanging testicles as well.

“I guess ‘Junk’ isn’t exactly the worst temporary name in the world anyway. Alright, Junk, let me give you this blow-job I promise you earlier already. You seemed to be enlarged and erect enough now,” April mentioned as she took a closer look at the beast’s cock, making an interesting discovery.

“What is it?” he asked her.

“I can’t believe it.”

“What?”

“Smegma.”

“What?”

“I guess it makes sense. If you don’t remember ever having sex before, this buildup is understandable,” she said as he looked down as witnessed what she described as smegma. Dried up semen. He had a crown of it surrounding the base of his glans. Since he never had a blow job before nor had proper cleaning cares in prison, this resulted in him involuntary cultivating lots and lots of smegma all over his Minotaur dick. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take care of this,” she leaned forward. “Oh, boy, it’s so smelly,” she said out loud right before licking all the dried-up sperm, dislodging it from his dick and successfully swallowing all of it in her mouth.

When she was done with it, with most of it anyway, April leaned forward again while remaining, seated on top of her knees at all times. The young girl had to open wide for the tip of his glans to fit inside of her mouth, but she eventually managed to get there with a bit of effort from her end. She blushed as she inserted all of his Minotaur glans inside of her wet mouth and officially began sucking on it. Her sweet, pink tongue wrapping itself all around his glans until she was eventually and progressively able to get more and more of his unique, bestial cock inside of her mouth. Fully committing to sucking on it like a good girl. Inch by inch, she obtained more and more of his member for herself that her elvish tongue could wrap itself around and suck for as long as she wished. The witch was still enjoying her soup and everyone was most likely to be spending the night here at the cabin, so there was no rush for them to be leaving anytime soon tonight. April Spring had more than enough time to meet this new, big dick and to have it for herself. This wasn’t something that came out of nowhere. Her witch friend never kept cocks for herself.

All the other time the two ended up working together, April was fortunate enough to get most dicks for herself. Something she never declined nor complain about. With all the recent events such as The Witch Queen being dethroned and them not working anywhere near as much as they used to, April was missing dicks greatly. For a long period of time, much longer than she wanted it to be, there was an immense lack of penises in her life, sadly. However, everything was changing tonight. She nearly choked on Junk’s dick as she was sucking on it, craving it so much. April wasn’t personally known for her gag reflexes, she didn’t exactly have any, but the lack of training, especially with dicks as large as what the Minotaur had to offer her was exactly what caused her to choke. She still continued sucking on his cock and occasionally massaging his heavy testicles the entire time. All this incredible pleasure that Junk couldn’t remember ever feeling pushed him much closer, much sooner than either of them thought he was going to come. Junk accidentally ejaculated inside of April’s mouth as she was still deliberately sucking on his throbbing member. When the monstrous beast pulled his dick out of her mouth, she was left with a delectable amount of semen filling up the interior of her mouth. She swallowed all of it as he watched. At least, she swallowed everything she could. Everything that had successfully remained inside of her mouth and didn’t come out, sliding down her plump lips and down to her neck. She was messy, to say the least, and it wasn’t when it ended.

The Minotaur was still hard and ready for more.

“It tastes so good,” she mentioned and complimented the sperm she swallowed. “Oh my! You are still hard. How could that be?” April asked him, wanted to get to the bottom of it. “Hold on,” he interrupted before he could speak, “is that because you had been held in prison for so long? That must be it. Your balls storing an increasing amount of spunk over the years. This must be explaining why you are still hard,” she touched it, feeling the virile hardness at her fingertips.

“I want more,” he told her, stern, serious, cold, darkly.

“Then, you shall receive more! A lot more!” she replied.

“Get down on the ground,” he commanded her to do.

“But, I’m already on the ground, big boy,” she said.

“Go down on your four,” he told her. His goal was predictable and most simple. The beast had the intention to show everyone in the cabin something important to him. He meant to show both of them that he was in fact a real beast by doing April Spring doggie style as soon as possible. He wasn’t interested in waiting any longer for his sexual fantasies and frustrations to be fulfilled after recently coming out of jail.

“I got you!” she said, all excited and entertained as she spun around and moved down on her four like an animal. She looked back at Junk behind her. Smiled to him. Blushing a lot. The ranger’s outfit she was wearing was so short she only had to raise her butt relatively high in the air and her big butt was fully revealed to the Minotaur save for the skimpy pair of underwear she was wearing tonight. “Just one more thing,” she said.

“What is it?” the Minotaur replied to her, confused.

“Not you, Junk. Something I forgot to say to the witch earlier,” she told him, almost apologizing to him for this momentary interruption. What she had forgotten to say to her witch colleague was pretty important too. Something unforgettable to say the least that she somehow managed to forget. Although, seeing a big, hulking Minotaur stepped into her cabin was something that could have changed her priorities.

“Something you forgot to tell me? What is it?”

“All these years I had this cabin, I never had problems with it. But until recently, something changed,” she mentioned.

“What changed? You realized it was a lonely home?”

“No. Not that. Quite the opposite in fact,” she said.

“The opposite?” the witch asked her. “You mean?”

“Yes. The place is occupied by another person‒”

“‒Your cabin is haunted,” the witch interrupted her.

“How do you know? I was about to tell you.”

“I sensed something abnormal in the cabin while stepping inside earlier. I thought it could have been that, but suspected it could also only be a lost spirit from the forest.”

“What do you think it is exactly? I had a lot of issues with it so far in a very short amount of time. It’s a problem.”

“I can feel that,” the witch threw her bowl of soup aside. Slowly stood up in the middle of the living room. “It’s not a warm spirit, it’s rather an evil force,” the witch sensed.

“An evil spirit? What should we do?” April asked.

“Spirit or no, I don’t care. I’m going in,” the Minotaur said to the two women right before approaching behind April, who was still on her four, down on the ground and prepared for the initial cock-assault.

“Not so fast,” at the last second, the beast was suddenly stopped by what was originally an unseen force. The Minotaur was cock-blocked. His dick remained still in the air at the entrance of April’s pussy.

“What the fuck?” Junk uttered to himself.

“What just happened? What was that voice?” April tried to look back, confused.

“His cock was blocked,” the witch who witnessed and sensed everything happened from her position in the living room said out loud.

“By what? Who just said: ‘Not so fast?” April asked her.

“What a berserker. You didn’t even take the time to undress her a bit more and to lower her underwear,” the mysterious voice was heard again. Then, all of a sudden, an unseen force slowly lowered her underwear.

“Is that you Junk who is touching my underwear?”

“It’s not me, April.”

“Okay.”

Manifesting himself right before their eyes, the spirit showed himself. When he appeared, he was still a semi-transparent, see-through ghostly shape, but with a half-demonic, half-human body. The manifested spirit was a short and fat ugly basted of a demonic-looking man with light red skin. He stood right behind April. He was the one who lowered her underwear with one hand, his right hand. Meanwhile, with his left hand, he held the beast still by holding his chest.

“Who are you?” April asked him.

“He’s the spirit who has been haunting your cabin, April.”

“I don’t care who he is.”

“Let’s have you sit this one out, and I’m going to take your place. I have been looking forward to banging this bitch again since you two first arrived here earlier,” the ugly bastard spirit revealed to them.