Warming Up
Chapter 38: Warming Up
Chaos was still reigning in the crypt.
The hobgoblin was still at large. He was heard, stomping right outside the pumpkin patch room. September and April turned their heads around. Looking at the exit.
"Is that your friend again?" April asked September.
"He is not my friend," she tried correcting her.
"I know, Sep. That was a joke," she explained to her.
"Ah…" that completely went over her head. The loud, booming stomping kept echoing in the corridor. Coming closer to them. April was obviously more worried than the witch was.
"What should we do?" the green-haired elvish woman asked.
"We stay here. If he finds us, we'll be able to ambush him easily. There is no need in getting out of here. Especially since Junk is still in there," she spoke about Junk for the first time since she asked him to close his eyes and to trust her. The young man was connected to that one orange big pumpkin with the green slime he had more or less randomly selected earlier. April hadn't seen something so disturbing and simply strange and awkward for a long, long time. He was attached to that big pumpkin. The entity, which was connected to all the other entities, represented as pumpkins in the patch, all, had a female end to their physical body. After Junk had been asked to close his eyes and that he did it, his fierce member had been inserted inside of that female end. Which looked exactly like a human's vagina, but possessed a more unique and weird appearance to it, being wider than a human one as well as the insect-like mandibles that could be seen on the sides of the female end. These mandibles served only one purpose: Massaging the male's testicles during the connection and the cultivation period with the entity. The mandibles were constantly moving up and down as they held Junk's balls and kept them warm enough and their precious content as well-maintained as possible. Almost if there was some kind of fear on the entity's part that something was going to happen to his huge testicles.
Focusing. Calming down a bit. Junk was able to summon his demonic armor again.
Poof!
A burst of cloud surrounded him and as soon as it dissipated, the armor was back.
"Good."
In any case, it was such a blessing that the demon armor that Junk had been gifted from that spirit in that cave where Araknar was the dungeon master of, had a hole in the front. A hole specifically designed to take his member and his huge testicles. This was exactly what September used earlier to make the connection possible with the entity in the pumpkin patch.
As April turned her head back to Junk, she only saw one thing and one only: The Minotaur, having sexual intercourse with the big pumpkin. Since it had been so long, she had seen something like this, she was no longer used to things such as this. But everything came back to her pretty quickly as she spent a bit more time in the pumpkin patch. She gritted her teeth as she turned her head back and forth between the gate in the room (which was closed and locked with thick and solid chains), and the Minotaur in the middle of the patch. She didn't exactly know where to focus her attention, but she knew that the situation was becoming horribly tougher and tougher.
"I hope Junk is a good place right now," April sighed.
"What do you mean?" the Autumn witch asked her.
"I hope nothing bad is happening to him," she replied.
"Telling by the look of it," she said as she observed him. The Minotaur was semiconscious. Eyes shut. Muscles of his body were mostly relaxed. He was seen moving his hips back and forth as he was still penetrating the female end of the big pumpkin. From a certain distance, it didn't even look as if he was making love to anything. It only felt and looked like pure masturbating. Except that his cock was inserted in some kind of organic flower vagina. He was being held hostage by the big pumpkin as he breathed life into it. As strange as it was, this was an integral and capital step in the Autumn pumpkin cultivation method. "He is in a decent state. His mind didn't collapse just yet and there is a great amount of chance that he gets through all of it without dying," September seriously, calmly, and coldly explained to her elvish partner. She never seemed worried about him at all. The Minotaur, her number one monster, could die at any time, and yet, she wasn't too worried about the ultimate and fatal outcome that it could mean for the beast.
"You never said that his mind could collapse as well," April cut her off and bumped into her after charging at her. Her elvish big tits accidentally collided with hers.
"You knew the risks," she replied.
"I thought his risk was less dangerous for him," she said.
"You are so naive. Nothing changed since we worked together. You saw other monsters dying because of pumpkin cultivation. The same thing could very well happen to him. You have to be prepared for this," the witch explained to her again.
"What would it do to you if Junk dies right now?" she asked.
"Nothing. He is just another monster. We can find another if he dies. We can replace him," she coldly informed her of what the reality of things was. She wasn't lying to her, at the very least.
"He is not a monster. You are, Sep," she slowly replied to her.
"..." the witch looked the other way. Closed her eyes.
The loud stomping of the hobgoblin from Lonbonfire could still be heard throughout the crypt. The creature was actively searching for them. He would not stop searching for them until he found September and her elvish little friend again. No matter how simple and dumb this hobgoblin actually was, perhaps it sensed and felt that the Minotaur was now dormant and that this was a drastically decent moment to strike. Perhaps…
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Deep down, the beast was still imprisoned on this subconscious level, which rendered this thick fog that was still surrounding him. If the Minotaur was unsure about doing anything with the orange and green pumpkin woman he was met with earlier, everything had changed now. Discovering himself banging the unique creature at the center of the fog from behind as she knelt on her knees was something he didn't recognize himself doing. The woman didn't even possess a mouth. She was completely inhuman save for having a head, two arms, two legs, and voluptuous female shapes such as her breasts and her sex. Junk remarkably destroyed her as he banged doggie-style. Using her. Or it.
In this place, there didn't seem to be any form of passage of time. Time and space simply didn't exist. However, as the primal fucking continued and that Junk persisted with her in using as his training mannequin, the fog gradually began disappearing all around them. The Minotaur didn't notice it at first, but the more he was banging the pumpkin lady, the more the world all around him progressively began making a bit more sense. Sooner rather than later, there was light coming from above them. All of a sudden, there was a sky right above them. It might have taken him a while, but at one point, midway through the intense fucking, the beast noticed it. The sky. An orange sky that was projecting a dim and weak, but existing amount of light right above their heads.
"Where are we?" Junk decided to ask the pumpkin lady as he realized that the fog was slowly moving away from them.
"..." the monster he was destroying the pussy didn't say a word. Sometimes, rarely, it appeared as if the orange woman was moaning. Grunted a bit, too. Which didn't make a lot of sense since she didn't possess a mouth. But the moaning was there. It wasn't inside of his head. He knew it wasn't inside of his head.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?" Junk interrogated her as he fucked her, harsher than ever. Never slowing down nor holding back on the silent creature.
"..." she still didn't say anything to him during the questioning. She wasn't interested in sharing anything with him.
"Tell me something… Anything..." he almost begged her for some kind of answer from her. That was all he was hoping for at the end of the day. That and a quick fuck that would hopefully make him feel a little better during this voyage that he thought was a pure and messed up fabrication of his imagination. He was certain that his thoughts were playing horrible tricks on him. This thing about a bullshit meditation with the pumpkin didn't make any sense to him.
"I knew it. This is all fake. It can't be real," he said to himself.
"Oh, this is real. This is all real," the woman spoke to him.
"What? What did you say?" he couldn't believe it. This monster lady spoke to him again and for the very first time since the transformation had occurred earlier as the mystical and strange creature suddenly went from the witch he knew in the real world to this entity from another realm. He had come to believe that she couldn't speak at all. Not since the change, she went through, anyway.
"You are beginning to see a different side of things now."
"What different side? Why did you wait so long to say anything to me? Were you even listening to me all this time?"
"Even though I have no ears, I can hear pretty well. Even though I have no mouth, I can speak pretty well too," she replied.
"I see. Too bad you can't suck my cock though," he said.
"You are here because of your cultivation process."
"Oh, yeah? I was told that already. How is that going so far according to you?" the Minotaur demanded her as he continued fucking her and continued, causing her to moan some more despite the lack of mouth as she just mentioned herself a second ago.
"You are opening your eyes. Slowly. But you are."
"That's something else you don't have. What the fuck you are supposed to be?" the Minotaur directly interrogated her regarding this matter that was apparently so important to him.
"This is only step one. You didn't impress me so far."
"Didn't impress you so far? But you have been moaning since earlier," he tried reasoning with her as he didn't believe her.
"I haven't come just yet," she expressed the truth to him.
"Oh, yeah? That's only a matter of time, pumpkin slut."
"Show me, then," she teased him and taunted him.
"Get a load of this!" Junk yelled in dominance as he suddenly accelerated and began fucking her stronger as he moved back and forth as fast as he possibly could. However, since he had been going at it for almost ever since he had been part of this foggy dream, his stamina was quickly starting to dip. Moving faster and doing her stronger simply accelerated the inevitable and hurt his stamina. The horny Minotaur ultimately ejaculated inside of her pussy not too long after speeding up. He eventually stopped. He pulled out of her. Leaving her oozing with a tremendous amount of warm sperm.
"I had originally thought I was going to get something more out of this when you mentioned the word, 'load', but now I understand what you truly meant," she sensually spoke to him in his head.
"Hey! Are you making fun of me?
"..."
"I'm sure you had a blast too."
"Still didn't come."
"What? No. That's impossible."
"I'm still lingering here, big boy."
"Read for round number two?"
"If you can handle me."
"You are so sassy. I love it," the sweaty Minotaur expressed to her. However, before he could ever put it back inside of her, the pumpkin woman suddenly cocked her head. She was visibly concerned about something.
"What is it?" he asked her.
"You can't stay here any longer."
"What do you mean? We are not through just yet."
"You have to leave now."
"What's the matter?"
"September Autumn needs you down there."
"Down there?" he was deeply confused.
But then, the next second, the pumpkin woman turned around. Stood up. Placed one hand over his shoulder as there was still a lot of fresh cum oozing out of her pussy and lowered the beast. Down to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"Goodbye. For now," she lowered him into the ground and the beast disappeared down below.