Forging

Chapter 83: Forging

September could feel the soul of the ghoul in her breasts.

It was lingering in there and moving around. She could easily feel her energy surging through her veins. Their time in the guts of the mountain was done. The mission was over. The quest had been completed. Now, it was time to get out of there and to move on. One monster had been collected. There were many more to go before September, and the others had an army large enough, so they could defend themselves against their enemies, represented as the knights of the Halloween kingdom and the other witches. There were so many enemies, and they were so interested in seeing the renegade Autumn witch fail, that it was almost like a game to the other witches who once used to be September's comrades. Chased from her home, September never looked back. Always forward. This was true as she was walking down a long trail in the mountainous region where she adventures with the rest of her group. The Autumn witch was at the head of the head of the squad, leading the others.

"I don't get it!" The Minotaur was randomly heard at the tail-end of the group as everyone trekked away from the mountain. 

"What don't you understand, Junk?" the witch asked him. She let out a powerful sigh as she said this too. Almost as if she had grown so tired of having to explain things to Junk all the time. That could have been that, or that also could have been the fact she had only recently swallowed the soul of a monster with her big tits. One of the two. The sun was fading away in the sky. It was bound to be night sometime soon. The day had been pretty long for them. 

"April rushed herself to help you after you fell down in the hole. She wanted to protect you. She ran head first to where the danger was," Junk tried explaining something to September. 

"So?" September asked him, still not understanding what he meant by that. 

"No, Junk, don't worry about that. It's quite alright. You know? I knew I could get to her as fast as I did to make sure Sep was going to be okay. Of course, she ended up not needing my help at all. She already had the ghoul covered, but at the very least I was able to fetch her scepter for her. So, there are some positives! Even though I accidentally ended up with a skull between my chest…" April said. 

"You still have it there," September interrupted her and pointed to her. Then, at this exact moment, after hearing what September just told her, she slowly turned around, faced Junk, who was still at the tail of the group and revealed to him that she still had that one skull, stuck between her large, elvish breasts. She giggled. Laughed it off. Even though she was pretty shocked and traumatized by it at first when it all happened at the bottom of the well. Now, she sort of thought that it was pretty funny and cute to have a skull, stuck between her soft breasts, right above the deep and generous cleavage section of the dress she was wearing. She blushed a lot. 

"That's right! I wasn't able to pull it out of there!"

"Um… Do you want me to pull it out for you or something?" the Minotaur offered to her. Not exactly sure how he was feeling about the fact that a lady stranger's skull was stuck between the titties of the woman who he enjoyed having sex with so much.

"No. It's fine. Leave it there. I will bring it back with us to the Autumn Tower, and then it could be used as an ingredient to make spells or potions or something like that," April declined and explained to him. She adored looking down at the skull as she walked with it. 

"As long as we are not making any magical tea with it." 

"Yeah. You might be right about that, Junk," April replied. 

"So, what were you rambling about earlier, Minotaur?" September tried to bring things back to what they were discussing earlier before they began talking about the skull between April's breasts. She was right, Junk attempted to explain something earlier.

"Right! April rushed herself to save you. She always does. Then, why is she the only one of us to not currently have a weapon? I mean, I have my battle ax. You even have your magical scepter, which she fetched, herself, from the well. But why doesn't have a weapon to defend herself?" Junk brought up this big question. 

"You know what? That's a good question. I remember you used to be using bows and swords a lot, once upon a time, April. What kind of weapon would you like to be using in the near future?" September asked April as everyone continued traveling together.

"I am too sure about that. I don't like hurting people. Even if they are monsters. I prefer love over fighting," she replied. 

"Sure. But we are in dangerous situations all the time, April," the Minotaur attempted to explain to her, and tried reasoning with her. 

"Beside! You are my weapon, Junk! You can protect me from all the enemies in the world! You are our guardian knight. Remember?" the elvish, busty lady hugged his arm as she said that. 

"Yeah, but it doesn't work like that, April. I can't protect you all the time. I will try. I try protecting you both as much as possible, but as we've seen earlier, it's not possible. You need a weapon. One weapon, at least," the Minotaur continued attempting to convince her. 

"Um… Okay! In that case, I want to use a bow again! I always wanted a wicked and enchanted bow."

"An enchanted bow? Good choice. It could complete our trio nicely." 

"I'm going to be adding a condition to this, though," September interrupted the Minotaur as he was talking to April. 

"A condition? Why?" Junk asked her. 

"If you want April to carry a weapon and to become more of an active fighter in our group, you will have to craft her weapon… You will have to forge it!" the Autumn witch informed him.