Chapter 4: April
The pumpkin crawler ended up with a bloody hole in the front of its face after the Minotaur aggressively charged into it like a true bull. The vines no longer moved. The head (and body) of the pumpkin crawler was already rotting from the inside, while resulting in more and more of a bloody mess on the outside.
"You should have let me collect it."
"Let you, what now?"
"Collect it."
"..."
"Add it to my collection of monsters and creatures. My army," she casually told, as much as a matter of fact as possible.
"Is it completely dead now?"
"It's dying. It's too bad. But it is what it is. Crawlers are everywhere. It's rare to see one as large and as dangerous as this one, but it's not the end of the world. I guess."
"Do you have any healing powers? Can you fix this?"
"I am no healer, berserker," she calmly replied to him.
"You tell me that you are a hell of a powerful witch, but you can't do any healing? Are you forgetting about your milk?"
"Most witches can't heal that well. And I am not interested in wasting mana milk on anyone right now, except you, that is. Don't worry about it. We can collect other creatures elsewhere," she tranquilly said as she continued her path. Walking over the deadly wounded and bloody head of the pumpkin crawler in the patch. The Minotaur followed.
Now outside of the dark forest, they continued their journey during the seemingly eternal night in the middle of the field.
"When I woke up, you were already gone. Where did you go like that? I went after the screaming woman's voice because I thought it was you and that you were in danger."
"I never am in danger."
"Ah, okay…"
"I don't need to sleep much. I rested for about five minutes. You fell asleep pretty early on, and I was monster collecting when you showed up."
"Oh, I see. Any luck?"
"The only one I saw tonight was the one you murdered."
"Understood. In any case, it's still night. I guess the both of us didn't get much sleep, even though you don't need much yourself compared to me. Where are we walking toward now? What's the hurry?" the Minotaur asked her.
"That part didn't change: We are going to see my ally."
"Is she closer now?"
"A lot closer."
"Why do you need some ally anyway? What's the big deal? If you are The Witch Queen, why are you not in your castle or some shit like that?"
"Because they took my castle," she dryly and calmly revealed to him.
"They took it?"
"They took my home," she explained to him.
"Who did?"
"The conspirators."
"... Are they strong?"
"You will find out soon enough. We will be en route to cross the first name off my list shortly," she announced to him.
***
Two hours later, two hours of journey in that same field at night. This trek felt like forever for someone like the Minotaur. There was no sign that it was ever going to be dawn ever again. The sky was still pure black.
"I feel like I'm going to crumble," the beast said.
"It's here," she calmly announced to her subject.
"It's where?"
"Up that hill," she replied to him.
Soon, they both stood in front of the door of this small gingerbread-looking cabin in the middle of nowhere.
"I feel like I'm trick-or-treating again," she said as she was about to knock at the door.
"You feel like you are about to do what?" he asked her, as he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.
"Trick-or-treating? You know? The question most, if not all, strangers ask when finding a new house in the middle of nowhere. If the homeowner picks 'trick', that means that the resident or residents actively want to be invaded and fucked hardcore style. If the homeowner picks 'treat', that means that the resident or residents are offering a much more willing service: a hand job; a blow-job; a more docile sex reward; or perhaps simply a nice meal or act of hospitality in general," she went on to explain.
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"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."
"That's okay," she knocked at the door. "Trick-or-treat," she erotically shouted.
Silence. No answer.
She tried turning the doorknob, it wouldn't work. It was locked.
"Let's see if I have her key," the witch said while digging into her satchel.
"We don't need any keys," the Minotaur said as he charged into the fragile door and completely demolished it in one go.
"Much better," she said to him, following him inside of the small house.
Everything was silent inside save for the fire of the fireplace burning. The place was tidy. It was cleaned. Someone was living here, naturally. There was a couch in front of the fireplace.
"April?"
"Who's April?"
"April? Where are you?"
"We are looking for a girl?"
"My ally I told you about," then, silently and slowly sneaking up behind her, the witch felt a presence. She swiftly spun around, not on her guard at all, knowing what was coming her way. When the witch turned around, she was greeted by the ally she had been looking for all this time: April Spring.
A young teenager, eighteen years old. She was an elf with long, pointy ears. From the looks of it, based on how she handled herself and her clothes, she was a ranger. She had a beautiful and erotically appealing darker skin tone. She had soothing and cute snow-white eyes. She had vibrant and stunningly remarkable parakeet-green colored hair. Her hair was a lot shorter than the witch, it didn't fully reach her shoulders and was done in a bob cut hairstyle. Profoundly adorable with huge bangs. Her body type could have considered as thick in nature while being much, much shorter than her ally. She is a bit less busty than the witch while still having huge tits sized as MMM cups.
April was currently wearing a white dress that was just as elegant as designed to be practical for hunting and working in the woods all day (or all night) long. It was not too long or cumbersome. Over the dress, she had a flexible emerald green leather armor to protect her in case of battles. She also had green leather gauntlets, boots and a hood which she lowered down not too long after sneaking up on the witch, but not surprising her. The dress and the leather armor perfectly showcased her thick forms, including her huge tits with her cleavage.
"You are finally here," April said after lowering her hood.
"April. I knew you were behind me."
"Of course, you knew. You are the witch," she smiled.
"..."
"Why the cloak? It doesn't look like something you would wear at all," April brought up to her.
"Difficult times. Tried keeping a low-profile."
"Difficult times? For you?" April asked her.
"I was dethroned," the witch revealed to her.
"Dethroned? Again?"
"That first time didn't count."
"At least, it was not like you were in charge of a real kingdom with thousands and thousands of soldiers to take care of. You had your castle. Sure. But it's not like you can't take him back now or anything," the elvish ranger told her.
"That's exactly right. And that's exactly what we are going to do."
"So, you need me again?" April asked her.
"You could say that," she calmly announced.
"Oh, superb! I can't wait to be serving you again, my Queen!"
"Good. Um, all this time, you didn't begin feeling a bit lonely here, all by yourself in this remote cabin in the middle of nowhere?" the witch asked her.
"It works for me here."
"Are you certain you wouldn't be better off at our real base of operation: The Witch Cottage?" she offered her.
"And spending all my time in the company of your family of monsters? You know, I adore being with creatures just as much as the next person, but there is a limit. I like being alone from time to time. You know?"
"No family of monsters left. I nearly lost all of them when I was dethroned. That's why I'm here. We need to rebuild everything from scratch almost. My new subject didn't help too much. He already killed one of the few imps I had left," she explained to her.
"Your new subject? Do you mean?" April asked her, confused.
"Him. Behind me," the witch pointed at the tall and huge Minotaur behind her. A ferocious-looking beast that the bubbly and young-spirited April somehow hadn't managed to notice behind her up until now. "Don't tell me you hadn't noticed him by now?" she asked her.
"I did. I did, of course. I'm kidding. I was simply waiting for you to properly present him to me first," she said as she looked up at the face of the Minotaur, truly for the first time, and smiled at him in awe and sheer admiration.
"Hey," the beast briefly said to her.
"He is so hot," April said to herself.
"I knew you were going to dig him," the witch said.
"Don't tell me you are not going to be having any sex with him? You don't want to be rebuilding your family of monsters with him?" she asked her.
"April. You already know that this is in the plans. Let's just not rush to anything yet. I mean, we still have plenty of times for making love. We had sex for the first time earlier at camp. It was something," she explained to her, still relishing the fact that he fucked her earlier and that she adored it.
"I knew you couldn't wait. I just hope to get some of him, too."
"You. Other girls and women, I hope as well, but yes."
"When do we start?" the ranger asked, blushing.
"First off, I wouldn't mind spending the night here, not that I need to sleep at all, but the beast does, so we should stay the night here and then move out in the morning. So, while we are here, you can do whatever you want with him. Or is it going to be the other way around? I always forget about that with monster-fucking. Anyway, do you have something to eat? I'm starving. And you always cook better food than me," the witch didn't have time to learn to be a better cook. She had much more important things to work on.
"Yeah. Sure. I made soup earlier. It's by the fireplace," April told her. In no time, the witch left them alone, poured herself some warm and delicious soup in a bowl, and began her meal while sitting on an old couch, right in front of the relaxing fireplace. She didn't say a word. She simply began eating right away.
There was a brief moment of silence between the beast and the ranger.
"Do you work with her?" the Minotaur finally broke the silence.
"I used to do. A lot. Now, please tell me, big bad Minotaur, would you happen to be horny tonight?"
"Uh, yeah, how did you know?" he asked her.
"The smell of your cock sort of pointing me in that direction. That and the fact that you seem pretty hard right now," she replied to him as she looked down between his legs as his crotch. His bestial cock was so erect and huge that she could probably sit on it and use it as a solid bench.
"I am not a monster, you know?"
"You are not? But you sure look like one, though."
"It's a suit. A costume of sorts."
"It's okay. You'll me see your true form when you're ready. I want to make you feel better. That's what I'm here for!"
"The witch helped me. I used to be a prisoner before escaping. I never want to be in prison again. I want to become stronger. I want to be free for the rest of my life."
"You were in prison? Aw… I'm so sorry. By the way, I'm superbly willing. You know?"
"What do you mean?" he squinted his eyes.
"I want you, Junk, the human man who wears the Minotaur armor," she passionately and romantically spelled out for him.
There was a beautiful star shining across his right eye.
"To be honest with you, I've been horny since I came out of prison."
"Why am I not too surprised? Why were you in prison to begin with?"
"I don't remember," he nodded.
"Aww, you poor thing. I'm certain a strapping young stud like you was surely falsely imprisoned. Your human prosecutors were probably just jealous of your superior monster genes. Please, allow me to make amends for your wrongful imprisonment," she was visibly concerned about his well-being and what misfortunes had befallen him. All of this despite his bestial appearance. Although the creature had no memory of the reason for his detainment, even he suspected he had likely done something to deserve it. The Witch Queen had chosen him for that very reason. April tried making him feel better by making first contact with his hugely erect cock, touching the center of his Minotaur's rod with her tiny fingers in comparison, slowly massaging him.
"April. You are exactly the kind of woman I need right now."