Chapter 6: The Bastard

“That’s him. That’s the ghost who haunts this place. So, looking forward to banging me again, Junk?” April asked the Minotaur.

“You believe it’s the right time? I mean, the ghost of an old man just manifested itself before us,” Junk pointed out to her, in case she had forgotten.

“I wish I had been having fun with you ever since you came back to the cabin a few weeks ago,” the spirit said to her, fantasizing about April, a young woman he dreamt he could marry.

“Um. That’s never going to happen, Mr. Ghost,” she shot back at the spirit.

“So, Junk, how about you give me some more powerful orgasms, huh?” she asked him.

“Oh, come on, April,” the ugly bastard of a ghost told her.

“Okay. ’ve never thought having a property haunted would be this amazing. I mean, it’s like having a roommate or something, but no, I am not interested mister. sorry,” April said out loud, so he would hear her this time.

“In that case…” the ghost suddenly rushed to Junk and grope his chest.

The ghost touch!

“What are you doing to me?”

“Huh? Junk. Careful,” April didn’t see this coming. The ghost just attacked Junk.

“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 attack him. Attempting to faze into his body and to possess him. It almost worked, but he was able to resist his phantom grasp for a while longer.

“Go away!”

He did so until he managed to push the ghost away with his sheer will.

The ghost vanished for now.

He disappeared, thinking he had defeated him.

“He’s gone,” April said.

“Great job, Junk. You confronted him and told him to go away. It worked. Now, to make sure that we rid him of this cabin, we must make sure he understand that he has no chance with April and that you do,” September explained to him.

“And how are we supposed to do that exactly?” he asked.

“Like this…” April erotically whispered to him.

April stepped closer to Junk, and she grabbed his huge, gorgeous and fat dick and pleasantly brought it to her.

She inserted his cock inside of her pussy, and they began fucking in the cabin. Junk never stopped her. The both of them were looking forward to this.

“Oh, yeah, it feels just as good as earlier, even better, actually. Your cock is remarkable, Junk” she said.

“Thank you, April,” the Minotaur said to her.

“Thanks for fucking me again, Junk! Thank you!”

“I don’t get it, though, how is this going to rid of him?”

This was when September stepped in.

“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 haunting place for a long time. Leeching on alone to this cabin. He made the cabin his in a lot of ways. He revealed himself to us for the first time tonight. He probably fears that we are going to take April, the only living person in this area. He probably doesn’t want to stay alone here.”

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

“It’s simple‒”

“Awn! Yes! Junk! Keep fucking my pussy like that! You feel so good!”

“You were saying?” the Minotaur said, panting, completely out of breath, out of energy since he made love so hard and passionately to April, who was so loyally cock-hungry for him exclusively.

The witch didn’t say anything else.

She was pondering what to do to truly rid this cabin of the ghost once and for all, so the beast continued doing what he did best. He kept fucking her. More aggressively this time. Occasionally slapping her butt. She moaned. The elf was enjoying all of it.

“Um. As I was saying: It’s simple. There is only one thing you need to focus on, taking April for yourself. Conquering her. 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 exorcise him or something? I’m kind of busy with April right now, as you can already see by yourself.”

“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.

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“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 lot more. Enough only to get you through this combat. Then, you’ll have even 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-armored breastplates. One armored 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 was 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 the 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 Junk was still going at it with April in her pussy.

“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.”

“I’ll become as strong as you need me to be, witch,” Junk nodded to her.

“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 while April was still in this orgasmic trance because of the demonic beast that was Junk. She clearly enjoyed herself. “Drink up. Find your strengths 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.

“April is enjoying getting smashed by me so much, yet, I am a monster.”

“Her and I adore monsters, Junk. But we only need one demon, and you are the at demon for us. We don’t need anyone else,” the witch explained to him.

“However, right now, we must stop this ghost and this haunting of the cabin, otherwise, this will never be a safe home for any of us,” the witch went on to get things back on tracks a little.

“I see.”

“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 as Junk was still in the middle of making love to April.

Meanwhile, the ghost was gone.

No one could see nor find him.

“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 scepter. Her scepter. It was beautifully sculpted with wood and there were leaves at the tip of it that were representing the magnificent colors of autumn. Reds. Yellows. Oranges. She placed her hat back on top of her head. Held her scepter 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 scepter in random direction in the room. The staff detected the ghostly spirit of the old man.

A purple beam came out of the tip of the scepter and was launched all over the evil spirit. It unveiled him, and now everyone could see him again in the room. It hit him. The spirit was trying to hide this entire time.

“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.

“I can no longer feel his haunting presence in the cabin. His haunting has been terminated,” April sensed that it was all over, and she announced this at the same time as she…

“Awn! I’m coming!”

April orgasmed and so did Junk as well.

“I’m coming, April!”

After she finished coming, the demon who was Junk pulled out of her and finished by nutting all over her big tits!

Decorating her bountiful elvish breasts in his creamy load.

***

Later, as the dust settled a bit…

“What happened to me?” the bastard said while realizing that something had changed. Looking at his own hands. He realized that he was no longer a ghost. The ugly bastard stepped back. Trying to flee.

“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.

He collided into the reborn spirit and aggressively jammed his huge and sharp horns on his chest. Defeating him right away after getting back to life.

The dust settled for good this time.

Their enemy had been vanquished.

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

“Is he still alive?” April asked.

“We defeated him,” 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 strengths, 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-colored 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 scepter and pulled the soul toward her. Blowing it toward her. The ball of light was divided into two different smaller balls and were 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.