Marsh

Chapter 55: Marsh

"Why can't I help with that for once?" April argued with her witch friend. Placing herself between September and Junk.

"April?" Junk wasn't expecting her to be offering herself.

"I'm sorry, Junk. It's just that we used to do this, all the time, back when we were younger. A few years before we met you.

"You are not jealous? Are you?" the witch gave the Minotaur a certain look. She didn't truly care who was going to be milking her, she honestly and simply required someone to do it for her, as she would be busy stirring the mixture with a spoon. There was a tall wooden spoon sitting right next to the ancient cauldron. Everything had been left behind. Wherever September's old master was at the moment, everywhere she needed to be brewing whatever she was attempting to brew was here. She didn't have to fetch anything else outside this room. She didn't summon anything out of thin air. She was good. 

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous? Huh. Are you sure you want to do this?" the Minotaur demanded her. Still excited about the fact that he was supposed to do it for her originally. He had been cut off by April and had no idea how to feel about it, really. 

"Yes. I've been wanting to do it ever since I came back from my coma," April confessed to him as she walked behind September and readied herself. Meanwhile, September had been preparing the cauldron as much as possible prior to even adding her own milk to the mix. She dropped a bunch of ingredients she found near the cauldron that had been kept, preserved in a leather bag. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Special leaves. Protein-based seeds. Only nutritive stuff. Being a witch who mainly used fire as her main elemental power, it took her about two seconds to cast one of her fiery spells and to light a flame underneath the cauldron. Exactly where she should do it. April walked closer into her back. She was blushing. 

"Then, go ahead," it killed him to tell her that, but he couldn't say no to April. She was much too adorable. 

"Really? Thank you!" April jumped up and down with excitement. Charged behind September. Her big elvish tits accidentally hit the back of the witch. Accidentally making her drop a few ingredients into the cauldron. She was originally supposed to be tossing these magical dried-up berries into the cauldron, but not that amount. She had accidentally dropped way too much of it in it.

"April! Careful! You've made me drop too many berries!" 

"Sorry! Guess I'm too excited about this! Alright! Come on! Let's do this!" April said, as she surrounded September's body with both of her arms and hugged her from behind. She immediately went for her breasts. Almost taking September by surprise with just how fast she went behind her back, casually ensnared her and reached her large breasts with her fingers. The first step for her was to get rid of her orange jack-o-lantern breastplates. Fortunately for her, they were actually quite easy to remove. She only had to peel them off her breasts. 

Plock! Plock! 

They came undone and April dropped them at her feet. Not in the cauldron. April was quite excited about this, but she didn't drop them in the cauldron, at least. Then, she grabbed her breasts. It was time for her to toy around with them. 

"You weren't kidding when you said that you have been meaning to do this ever since the conclusion of your coma," September said to her as she looked down at her own chest and observed how generously she was being groped by her childhood friend also known as April. However, even though the dark mistress was getting her boobs played with and massaged like this, she had to continue working. She wasn't about to be done anytime soon. She finished throwing a few more leaves into the cauldron before she took the long wooden spoon and placed it inside with the many, many ingredients. It only took about ten seconds before September was lactating again, thanks to the sweet treatments that she was receiving from the green-haired elvish girl. Fresh, white, and thick milk was suddenly being squirted out of her erect nipples and shot right into the cauldron. Her mana milk was going to be the basis for the liquid of whatever mixture of witch's brew she was planning on making today here in the old cabin of her old master. 

"Your breasts are so soft, yet, they are so heavy, Sep."

"So?" September responded to April as if there was some kind of problem with her breasts. Not that the witch was worried.

"They are engorged. I bet you have been making more milk than ever in the past few days. Is that because you didn't milk yourself enough? I don't recall you giving Junk enough milk anyway?"

"You're right about this, April. I haven't gotten any milk ever since we set foot in this smelly swamp," the Minotaur complained. 

"It's not exactly a swamp," September interrupted him.

"What are you talking about? You said that this place was called the: 'Morgan Swamp' or something like that," he told her. 

"That's the name the foreigners call it. But that's not the actual name locals called it. This place is more of a marsh," she said.

"What's the freaking difference between a swamp and marsh? I thought the two were the exact same thing?" the Minotaur argued.

"The real name of this place is the: 'Morgan Marsh'."

"Anyway. Let's say I even care about this swamp subject… What are you doing here? I understand you are filling this old cauldron up with your precious mana milk, but what kind of witch's brew are you actually making here? I hope you are not wasting any mana milk. Can I have some? Like right now? I'm so thirsty, and I feel low on energy," Junk was absolutely not lying about that part. He was sweating and could barely stand up at this point. He was doing his best to keep up with the others, but at the moment, he either required a nice, little rest or a large amount of the witch's milk to fuel himself.

"Not at this moment, Junk. No. I regret," the Autumn witch said as her old time friend, April was continuing to play and massage her breasts, squeezing on them to make them shoot as much milk as possible. She was shooting so much milk out of her tits that the cauldron had already been halfway filled up at this point. With the fire underneath the ancient cauldron, the milk was heating up. It would soon come to a boil. On top of that, September was still mixing things up with the wooden spoon she held in her hands. All the delicious and protein-filled ingredients that she included into the cauldron earlier before adding some of her milk into the mix were now being one with another. The mixture was bubbling up as well.

"Hey! That's not fair! You always get cheap on me with your mana milk! Give me some, otherwise I'm going to die here! Hey, wait a minute… Whatever you are doing with your ingredients, your leaves and your milk, it's starting to smell delicious," the Minotaur admitted to her. A sweet and powerful scent was taking over the abandoned wooden house in the middle of the Morgan Marsh. Junk had not been expecting that. A cloud of delicious scent was surrounding everyone in the room. Junk breathed it. April breathed it. Both of them were enjoying the smell quite a bit. The witch kept stirring. 

"Hey, you're right. It does smell amazing, April joined him.

"That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you, Junk. I don't want to feed you my mana milk right now because I want you to try something. It's something that my master used to be brewing… All the time. I couldn't do it back in the tower because a good amount of the ingredients needed to make this only grow here in this marsh. Thankfully, my old master still had most of them here in her house," September explained to the big and thirsty Minotaur. 

"What is it?" the beast stepped closer to the cauldron. 

"I'm making mana milk tea," she announced to him and April. Finally, revealing what she had been brewing all this time.

"Mana milk tea?" the Minotaur could be heard murmuring.

"It has been so long since I had normal tea… And now, we are going to be having mana milk tea? This is so… Formidable!" April said, as she continued pressing on and massaging the witch's breasts.

"Alright, April, I believe that's more than enough mana milk. Otherwise, we are going to go overboard and fill up the cauldron a bit too much," the Autumn witch had to verbally tell her to stop. This was when April began understanding that the witch was right. One more time. The cauldron was truthfully about to be filled up a bit too much. No one wanted the cauldron to be overfilled and to have a little disaster on their hands. It wasn't part of their plan at all. 

"But there is still more milk coming out of your titties?" April mentioned to her, not wanting to stop. Probably because they felt too great and amusing to touch and to massage. At this point, April's fingers were covered in her milk. When she finally stopped, she licked her fingertips as September kept steering with her chest bare. Yet, even though April had stopped stimulating her sensitive breasts, her nipples were still dripping with her magical milk. It took a minute or two before they fully stopped lactating. At least, for the time being. 

"I think it's ready," September announced to the two others.

"Does that mean we have some now?" Junk demanded her.

"I hope so!" April was just as excited as the Minotaur was.

"Let me get us a couple of cups," the witch stepped back from the cauldron, left her jack-o-lantern breastplates there on the floor and went looking for tea cups that her old master had left behind. When she came back with two orange tea cups, she was content to observe that April had been patiently waiting for her. However, it wasn't exactly the case for a certain someone that went by the name of: 'Junk'. She found him with his head in the boiling cauldron. Drinking the special mana milk tea right out of it. What a pig, the witch might have thought to herself as she discovered him like this. She secretly smiled. Well, as secretly as possible. No one looked at  her. No one saw that she smiled. Why did she smile? 

"Looks like you couldn't wait for me to come back?" 

"I waited for you, Sep. I'm still waiting," April smiled at her.

"Alright. Is there any left, Junk?" the witch asked him.

"Yes! I only drank half of it!" the Minotaur told her when he finally stopped drinking out of the cauldron and stepped back from it. The beast was panting. His mouth was drooling with the tea. September walked up to the boiling cauldron.  Used the spoon to fill one of the two tea cups she had brought with her.

"Only half of it?" September repeated after him. She then handed the cup of milk mana tea to April who adorably began sipping on it like a beautiful and gallant lady. 

"Thank you," April thanked her. September placed the second tea cup down on a nearby table. The cup that was originally supposed to go to Junk. September then grabbed her leafy scepter and awkwardly placed it inside of the boiling cauldron, which was half-filled up at this point.

"Sep? What are you doing with your scepter, exactly?"

"Are you about to use it as a second spoon or what?" Junk asked her. 

"Not exactly," the Autumn witch mentioned. However, she did begin stirring the mana milk tea with the scepter, almost like a spoon. 

Later, when she took her stick out of the cauldron, it had mysteriously changed. 

There was now an orange jack-o-lantern at the tip of it.