They Are Not My Friends

Chapter 128: They Are Not My Friends

The red monster marched in the direction of the Autumn Tower. 

Almost as if it was some kind of mission of his. His big dick was flailing around as he took every step. He wasn't slow. Actually, he was gaining momentum with each and every step he took. Gaining speed. He was about to come crashing through the doors until…

"Guardian," he heard his name, or his title, at least, then, he stopped. Looked around. Looked up in the dark sky, which was still illuminated by the bright, full moon of sorrows at night. In the sky, up above his head, he saw her. 

He saw his mistress. 

He saw September. Sitting on the side of her broomstick, as it was peacefully hovering. September's legs were beautifully and sensually crossed together as she was sitting on the edge of the broomstick. "As I can see, you have been freed," she said to him. The monster stepped back from her a bit. He made sure to keep his distance from her. "No. You are not in danger, guardian. I won't punish you for someone else's sin. Someone clearly freed you, let you out of your cage, and that was not up to you. Don't you worry. Witch mommy is going to fix everything," she told him.

"September!"

Junk came back to the tower not too long after September did.

"Junk."

"Yes, I'm the one who freed him, but I have a good explanation…"

"Let me guess, it was a ghost."

…

She caught him off-guard.

"Yes, I mean, yes, it was a ghost… How did you know?"

"Autumn Fire Void!" September then suddenly shouted the name of her spell! 

She aimed her Halloween staff at the area next to the red monster and conjured a flaming portal.

"Junk!" she shouted at him. It was time for him to act.

"On it!" The demon knight then rushed at the red monster and charged him with horns in order to push him into the portal.

Thump!

It worked! 

The red monster vanished into the portal.

"Good job," she congratulated him, then, she gazed at his member, even the Autumn witch couldn't help it, she focused on his incredibly, wide, large and veiny, red cock that Junk possessed between his legs. She smirked as she paid more attention to it. "Is it just me, or… It has grown a bit since I met you?" September casually asked him.      

"Really?" 

Meanwhile, the busty ghost lady he 'befriended' ended up having to escape from the other captured souls. They were running after them. 

Or rather, floating after them through the dark woods, which had been burnt not too long ago. 

The ghosts followed Junk.

They met with him and September at the tower. 

"There you are," the ghost lady said to Junk after she caught up with him. 

The Minotaur stomped and ran on piles upon piles of ashes as he attempted to flee with the spirit he just had sex with. Her body still somehow managed to remain physical for the most part. She was slowly turning back into the ghost that she had been for so long. The effect of the moon of sorrows was weakening. Even more so as the Minotaur ran with her in his arms into the woods. The surrounding trees covered the moonlight and therefore caused her feet, legs and thighs to be only a phantasmal image again. 

Originally, Junk carried around in his arms, holding her legs and the back of her body, but as the effect of the moon of sorrows weakened, he couldn't hold her legs up anymore. So, her legs passed right through his hands and he ended up carrying her by strictly holding her back. But he never stopped running. He never stopped running from the souls that were chasing them through the woods. He had no idea what this was all about, but he didn't want this sexy-ass, ghost lady to be attacked by the other spirits or hurt or anything like that. The only thing he knew was that she recently told him that they were not her friends, and that was more than enough for him to know that they were bad news. So, he kept running and running through the woods without ever stopping or looking back.  

"Hey, you finally caught up. Your body is becoming like a ghost again!" he said.

"I don't have much longer…" she barely whispered to him.

"So, you said that those spirits were not your friends. What do they want with you, exactly? I figured that taking you with me and running away from them as soon as possible was the best thing to do, but I am not sure anymore… Are they still after us?" he asked her. She turned her around. Took a look: The persistent spirits were indeed after them. Floating faster and faster. Closer and closer toward them. The tenacious ghosts weren't interested in letting them run away like that. "So, are they still after us?" the Minotaur asked her.

"Yes… They are still after us… Minotaur. Stop. This has to end. I can go on like this forever. Every night that there is a moon of sorrows, I try escaping them. I try freeing the guardian, so he would help me escape the prisons that are the witch's breasts and regain a physical body, so I can truly live again, but now I know that this is a farfetched dream that doesn't make sense. Stop here. It ends tonight. Let them take me back to where I belong," the ghost lady asked the Minotaur. She explained how she currently felt to him. 

"What are you talking about? We are not stopping. What do they exactly do with you? Do they want to hurt you or something?" 

"No. They can't hurt me any more. I'm a ghost. Remember? But they can torture me. Those souls… They are the souls of the trick-or-treaters who refused to let me go trick-or-treating with them a long time ago. They didn't want me to have sex with strangers on trick-or-treating nights. We all eventually died. But our souls were collected by the witch. And even in death, they don't want me, having sex with other people. They want to keep for themselves. They gang-banged me all the time from within September's body when it's not a moon of sorrows night. Which I absolutely adore. But the craving of having sex with monsters is too strong. Humans are fun. But monsters are better. Much better. Such as with you, earlier. It was the best time I had in a long, long time. They saw us. They didn't want me to do that with you. Now, it's payback time. That's why I tried to seek the help of the guardian. He is the only one who can pull me out of the witch's body and give me a new life," she explained to Junk. 

"Well, you are going to be able to ask him, his help because he's right there!" Junk communicated to her. She looked up. Noticed that they had finally come out of the partially burned forest. The Autumn Tower was right there. And he was right there. The red creature was there. The monster tried crawling out of the flaming Halloween portal… It was working.