A Witch Who Could Burn

Chapter 45: A Witch Who Could Burn

The final showdown between the Autumn witch and the spider demon lord consisted of a long battle during which both sides were spitting magical attacks on one another without any conclusions in sight. Araknar constantly peppered her with dangerous blue beams of silky web mixed with mana. The end result consisted of not only shooting beams that were lowering her overall speed, rendering all the movements much sloppier. Slowing her down mostly. But it also hurt her a lot. Sending her back with each burst that the silky web beams were making explode all over her. She tried avoiding most of them, all of them, if she could. She was doing a decent job at it at first, but as soon as she made a mistake and was barely touched by one of the beams, she slowed them and became a much easier target. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! 

Many beams later, September was covered in dust and other energy particles. Residues of the web the magical beams were made of. Her elbows were smothered in the spider web. The same thing for her knees. Soon, if she didn't prevent the demon lord from hitting her with his deadly beams (which he kept launching at her as he opened his mouth wide and shot them from the inside of his body through his throat), she would assuredly suffer a terrible fate. September had no intention to be transformed into a cocoon. That wasn't the goal. Her goal was to neutralize this bastard and have him defeated or close to it anyway by the time her Minotaur friend came back from the tower. Something that was taking much longer by now. 

"Why do you keep fighting, witch?" the demon lord asked.

"You are never going to take my tower. Never," she replied.

"I will marry your elvish slut in the hall of your tower as soon as we are done here. You should give up at this point. My beautiful babies are already invading your home," Araknar mentioned to her.

"..." September turned her head back and looked behind. She already knew that the smaller spider demons had already penetrated her defenses. Most of the demon followers were already climbing on the exterior walls of the tower. Others had already made it inside. The good thing about the fact that Araknar desperately craved April meant that his followers weren't going to kill her. At least. However, she couldn't say that for Junk. It was evident that his followers were going to ambush him in the crypt. Surround him. End his miserable life. Perhaps it all had been a serious mistake to send him there. He didn't make it back. He would never make it back at this point. It had taken way too much time. It had almost been an hour since September and Junk got separated. Nearly an hour that September had been into this relentless fight with the demon lord. She did her best. She wished she could still go on and on, but the reality was that she was running out of mana. And quickly at that. She turned her back in the direction of the dangerous demon lord after observing her tower fall for a few seconds or so. Araknar took her by surprise and fired another silky beam at her. This time, the Autumn witch only had barely enough time to avoid it at the least second. She barely avoided it. A little more to the right and she would have received it right in the face. Which would most likely have been deadly to her. 

The wind surrounding the beam blew her back. September was sent back and dodged the beam, causing her to roll on the left. She tried getting a hold of herself, but she, unfortunately, fell down. 

"Out of mana? I see," the demon lord knew the truth about her. He knew perfectly that she was at the end of her rope. He slowly approached her. Taking his sweet little time with her. September had fought for so long. She honestly thought she could make it, but this was the end. She still believed she could make it, but the amount of mana milk left in her tired titties wasn't enough to allow her to keep going. Still, she continued believing in herself. Continued believing in her chances to make this right. She used her leafy scepter as a crotch to get back up on her feet, as she was now kneeling down. "Good. Perfect. You are kneeling before your lord. That's exactly what you should be doing instead of fighting. You are learning. Fast," September gritted her teeth as she was desperately attempting to get back up. At least, the demon lord was no longer firing anything at her. Well, for the time being anyway. Araknar continued walking in her direction. She was panting. Still holding on to her scepter. 

"You must feel so lost here. So far away from your cave."

"No. Because I know I am going to find myself in this remote region and in your tower. All the efforts you ever put into cultivating your power and your laughable army of monsters. All the magic books you ever collected. Everything you once possessed is now mine," he said as he finally made it up to her and towered over her. 

"Are you going to kill me now?" September demanded him.

"No. Not yet. First off, I got to keep you alive, so I can harvest your precious milk for as long as possible. For the years and decades to come. You are no use to me if you are dead. That would be the easy way out for you. Right?" the spider demon lord pointed out to her. His shadow loomed large over her. She was at his mercy. 

"Good call. You are going to pump my milk out of my breasts for the rest of my life. Your venom should do the trick too. Constantly keeping my body in an unconscious and paralyzed state for as long as you wish for. Administering me the correct amount of venom daily. You have everything you need to make this happen."

"That's exactly right. You know me too much. However, there is one little thing I was thinking about before launching this entire operation," the demon lord stopped her. 

"What is that?"

"Before I make your elvish bimbo my bride, we could go at it. Me and you. Enticing you with pleasure before I make you fall under an enchanted coma could be something beneficial to the both of us."

"Right. In your dreams!" she replied to him as she jumped in the air, helping herself to get back on her feet with her old but tough as nail scepter and side kicked the demon lord right in the face. Categorically declining his perverted offer. Even though September surprised the demon lord with a pretty nice kick, the truth of the matter was that she wasn't a fighter at all. Performing this kick took a lot out of her, and when she landed back on her feet, she was panting more than ever. She kept distance with the vile creature, yet, she was more interested in continuing to battle him until his death. She had to be prudent, but didn't want to. She wanted to be on the offense. Nothing else. She pointed the tip of her magical and wooden scepter at the demon lord. Araknar was bleeding at the mouth now. When he looked at her again, she knew he was pissed. He moved forward. Calmly. Preparing his next move. He didn't shoot any more web beams at her. He waited for something else. He didn't want to destroy her body. He wanted to have it all for himself. For all sorts of reasons. Some of which he had already mentioned. Some of which he didn't mention just yet. He always had more in mind for a pretty young lady, such as September Autumn. April and September were definitely two women that were up his alley. Without a doubt. 

"I guess it means: 'no'?" the spider demon lord said to her.

"That's exactly what it means. You can take my tower, but you'll never take me alive. You can be certain of it. If you thought you had a serious shot at fucking me, you are naive on top of being stupid as hell. Same thing for my milk. I will never allow you to harvest me and my mana milk. No one will ever harvest my mana milk! You can be certain of it," the Autumn witch explained to the monster. 

"Tell me, witch… Do you really think you can win?" 

"..." she wasn't expecting that specific question. She didn't say anything. She stayed silent and looked the other way. 

"It's such a shame that you selected that young man who can turn into a demon as your guardian. It's a big loss. You're a major loss. Especially with such a perfect and voluptuous body. You know? I never understood women, but I truly never understood wenches. But at least, the wenches have sex with many different monsters and demons. All the time. As it should be the case. I understand you less than I do for whores. You are the only bitch I have ever met who turned me down. You and April. It makes no sense. And it's driving me crazy!" he said to her, slowly, but surely elevating his tone as he went with his speech. Then, seizing this moment of distraction, the spider demon lord charged at her again, truly hoping to take her down at last. However, September wasn't exactly out of options and mana milk just yet. Right before the demon lord fully reached her position in front of the tower, she moved her scepter up in the air, closed her eyes, and then quickly moved it back down on the ground. This was going to be the last spell she was going to cast.

"Giant Flaming Witch Bitch!" September shouted at the top of her lungs as she cast her spell. Then, at the exact moment the bottom of the scepter hit the ground and Araknar swung with his spider claws to attack her, a burst of flames suddenly came out from the head of her scepter once more. However, this time, it was completely different. The burst of burning flames swiftly took the shape of a giant flaming doll. It was a doll made to resemble September a bit with her body type and her hat. The flaming doll possessed two gigantic tits that were burning bright. The doll hugged the demon lord. It welcomed him at the gates of the tower. It was too late for Araknar. He had already been swinging hard. He couldn't step back, reevaluate the situation and avoid anything. He received the giant flaming witch bitch right in the face and on the front of his body. He was going to get burnt. The demon lord was then heard screaming when he was hit by it. The hot witch bitch burned for a long time before dying down and vanishing in smoke. The demon lord was burnt to a crisp. September, completely drained out of energy and mana milk, accidentally fell down on her butt. She collapsed. She was done for. The old leafy scepter rolled out of her hands. She closed her eyes. She wasn't there anymore. At least, she thought it was her time to go. She had never been this drained out of energy. She truly thought she was going to do it. She even felt like she was burning in hell as she lay down so close to the crisp body of the spider demon lord. His perfectly toasted and dead body.

She won. 

She had finally won. 

She could go to sleep now…

It was finally peaceful here at the tower. Somewhat peaceful. 

However, after sleeping for about four minutes, she was suddenly woken up by something moving around her. She quickly re-opened her eyes, realizing she wasn't dead yet… Also realizing Araknar wasn't quite dead yet either…