Home Sweet Home

Chapter 32: Home Sweet Home

The lustful wind was swept as we were getting near nightfall. 

Junk, September, and April were already gone by this point. They had left not too long ago. 

Standing all around the scarecrow, or in other words, the corpse of their warlock comrade, they all watched. Five witches in black hoods and robes stood still in silence. They recognized the body. But not the head. The head of the guise had been replaced by something else… 

A jack-o-lantern. 

Its sharp eyes, nose, and mouth were all burning bright with fire. The interior of the jack-o-lantern had been lit up. Only very recently as well. The five witches didn't say anything at first. They only stared at the corpse. Then, as they watched enough of it, some of it began searching for the missing piece: The head of the night whisperer. They searched and searched without putting too much effort into it. Simply looking around a bit. There truly was a sense of death and vengeance in the air. The witches didn't see this coming. They took this as direct retaliation. If September, the once deeply esteemed member of the guild of witches, the one who was legitimately supposed to be sitting on the throne of the guild was now marching on a path of sheer vengeance. 

This could only mean one thing: War. 

However, at some point, one of the five witches near the scarecrow found something. One of them found the missing piece: The severed head. 

That one witch who found crouched down and leaned forward and took a much closer look at it. The head of the night whisperer was sitting there in a pile of grass. He was at peace. Finally. The four other witches slowly gathered around his head to admire the exotic beauty of the shape-shifting witch. One more time. Her eyes were closed. Until they suddenly weren't anymore… 

The eyes of the snake witch rapidly opened up, taking the five witches by total surprise. However, that part was only a decoy. Without any of them seeing anything coming, the dead body of the snake witch suddenly came back to life. It abruptly began moving. The lit-up jack-o-lantern began animated, and it began smiling. The next moment, swift-moving tentacles sprung out from the scarecrow (which previously was the body of the night whisperer at one point in time) and charged at the closest witch. During that time, a different tentacle suddenly came out from the mouth of the snake witch on the ground at the witches' feet. The guise was also vomiting the same green concoction that had been poured into her head earlier by September and April. The more the tentacle came out of her mouth and flew in the direction of the nearest witch, the more green potion she was vomiting as well. 

Before any of the five scout witches could do anything, they had all been taken by force by the many, many tentacles that were surrounding them. The green tentacles were absolutely huge. They were more like vines than anything else, except that they looked like they had been in a perpetual process of growth for centuries. They were large and thick. Their tips could only be described as glans. Glans without any foreskin covering them.

One of the witches was captured by the severed head and fucked by that one tentacle that came out of the disgusting mouth of the night whisperer. The other four were being held hostage by the four tentacles that suddenly appeared and came out from the body of the snake witch. In no time, the five women were being savagely fucked in the middle of the deadly maze. While they did scream at first. Screaming for their lives. Their death screams were quickly replaced by faint and soft moaning. Immobilized and fucked by the monstrous tentacles, they progressively realized that there was nowhere to go. Even while considering their incredible powers as witches working for the guild, the reality was that they had been taken by surprise. It was a big trap, and they had fallen right into it, sadly.

The moaning intensified. 

Three witches were being fucked in the mouths, the tentacles forcing them to give them nice blow-jobs. While the two others were being rocked and banged vaginally by the remaining tentacles. 

They were not out of the maze now. 

September had successfully given enough time to her and her team to escape…

One more time…

***

"Where are we going this time?" the Minotaur asked September as the three of them, including April, were back on the road of the kingdom.

"Don't look at me like this. As if I would know," April responded to him as what she was saying was true, the beast had been staring at her. As if she knew a lot more than him. 

"We are going home."

"Home?" Junk asked her again, not any less confused. 

"You are bringing us home? Don't you mean?" April asked her.

"Yes, April. That's exactly what I mean." 

"Is it far?" the Minotaur asked the group.

"No. It's right around the corner, in fact." 

"Would make sense to me. We have been walking for how long now? Almost two days straight or something?" the beast asked as he placed his big, muscular arms behind his head as he continued following the ladies.

"It's weird. I don't remember your home being any close to this region. Especially with the witch village back there," April argued with her. Feeling that something was not right at all.

"April. Things change sometimes. You should know what by now. It's all going to make sense to you when we are there."

"Don't speak to me that way, Sep. You are not making any sense. What did you do? Did you move your house or something?" and then, exactly as the elvish young woman was arguing, more and more, the group of three turned a corner in the forest where they were, and they saw something. They found what September called her home. It was a small house. It was built in the shape of a pumpkin. A vibrant orange pumpkin. 

"No. Nothing like that. It's right here," September said.

"Wow. Your house looks a lot like my old prison."

"So, you should enjoy it a lot. Right?" she asked him.

"Uh. I'm not sure if it works like that," he replied.

"Are you kidding me, Sep? This is not your house." 

"It is now," she replied.

"What do you mean? Did you steal it or something?"

"No. It's my place. I didn't steal it. It's just that you never came here. That's all. Come on," the witch marched forward toward the small house shaped like a pumpkin. Junk followed her. Eager to sit somewhere and to relax a bit after such a long trek. April followed as well, but she was more much less excited than the Minotaur to enter this house. She definitely felt like something was wrong or weird with the fact that September had a random house in the middle of nowhere. Yet, located dangerously close to the witch village.

Once inside, Junk sat down on a dull brown leather couch and laid back. September stood and did not relax. Not one bit. Meanwhile, April didn't let the witch out of her sight. She felt that she was up to something, and she was more than interested to figure out what it was all about. April crossed her arms together.

"Sep," the young elvish woman cornered her to talk to her.

"Oh, hot damn! It feels so good to be sitting on something that is not the ground of rocks!" Junk said to himself. He shut his eyes. Relaxed his muscles without even taking the time to remove any pieces of his heavy armor. He kept everything on. Including the helmet, which covered a huge portion of his face. He didn't care. The only thing he was thinking about right now was resting. 

"Yes, April? How can I help you?" the witch replied to her.

"What is this all about?" April directly asked her.

"I suppose you are referring to the fact that this nice secondary house, which is hidden in the forest, by the way, in case you didn't notice… It is located so near the village. Right?" she asked her.

"Well, yes. That's exactly what I am asking you, Sep."

"Don't worry. This is not where I used to live before what happened with the guild and everything," she reassured her.

"Then, why are we here, then?" April kept questioning her.

"This is not the real home, as you already know. This is the gate," she briefly explained to the adorable and sexy elvish girl, as she could be observed moving a couple of herbs on a nearby table. 

"So, the crypt is still being used?" April asked her, excited. 

"It is still being used," April," the witch replied to her. 

"Then, what are we waiting for here? We should go there right away. There is no time to waste. The witches from the village must already be hunting us as we speak," April begged her to go. She didn't want to stay here any longer. The small house in the shape of the pumpkin was cozy, and it smelled great here. It smelled like candy. But deep down, April knew that it wasn't a very good idea to stay here any longer. The enemies could come here at any time. 

Then, as the two sexy-ass women were discussing and arguing a bit, well, especially April, they could hear the beast snoring on the other side of the house. The Minotaur had already fallen asleep by now. Junk was exhausted. 

"What? You're already sleeping, Junk?" April asked him.

"..." he didn't say anything. He didn't wake up. He simply continued snoring more and more. Louder. Always louder.

"He was tired. Let the man sleep for a second," she said.

"He is not a man, well yes and no, Sep. You should know that by now."

"Oh, I know that, April. Don't worry about me," she replied.

"Anyway, we should go right now. Let's leave for the crypt as soon as possible," she paused and took a look at what the witch was doing with all these herbs on the wooden table in front of her. "What are you even doing right now, dark mistress?" she called her. 

"Steeping some tea," she answered as she poured some hot water that she had just heated up with the use of one of her fire Autumn spells. The water was hot enough that it steeped the tea perfectly. Intense steam was flying all over the witch and ranger's faces. Covering them. Swallowing them in the warm goodness that was the tea that she was making for herself and for the two other members of the unusual brigade.

"You are making tea? Now?" 

"Yes. I've been craving for a good cup of tea since I met up with you, guys, at the maze garden," she told her.

"But, Sep, this is not the time to be making or drinking tea. Mean bitches are after us!" April urged her. 

"Don't you mean, mean witches?" She tried correcting her.

"No. No. I really meant, mean bitches," she informed her. 

"I see," deadpan, September didn't laugh at her joke.

"For the last time: This is not the right moment to be making tea, Sep," she paused, sniffing the scent of the tea that was being prepared in front of her. She thought about it for a moment. "Um… It smells awfully good," she admitted to her. 

"It does, doesn't it?" 

"What kind of tea are you steeping?" She was curious. 

"Black moon tea. All the way from Lonbonfire."

"But… It's... My… Favorite…" April murmured.

"I know."

"You remembered."

"I did." 

"Do you still have some hobgoblin's cream?" she asked him.

"I do."

"Where is it?" 

"It's in the crypt. Come on now. The tea is ready. We can go."

"We are finally leaving?"

"Yes. We are," she smirked at April. 

"Junk. We are leaving. Wake up."

He didn't.

He kept snoring.

"No need for that, April. We are pulling him," and immediately as she said these words, the small house they were in, slowly began vanishing from existence. Their surrounding area turned into a white void. 

September held two cups of tea in her hands. 

She kindly handed one to April.