Reconstruction Of The Cauldron

Chapter 161: Reconstruction Of The Cauldron

"Is that progress or what?" many pieces of the broken cauldron had been placed back together. While there was still a small fragment of the cauldron that had been reconstructed and restored. Currently, about a tenth of the cauldron had been put back together. 

The horned demon observed the pieces of the magical cauldron beginning the shape it used to have. His arms were up behind his head and he was just happy that things were coming back together and that slowly, but surely… They were fixing what he had broken. He was doing his best to fix what had been broken sometime ago, back at the Morgan Marsh. The demon was standing buck naked in front of the partially reconstructed cauldron. 

Meanwhile, without him knowing about it, in the shadows and the darkness of the cauldron room within The Autumn Tower, September was there too. The Autumn Witch was sitting in a corner with her legs beautifully crossed together. Watching. Observing the big, rounded ass of the Minotaur in the room. She had a certain smirk on her face. It wasn't like she was content that the Minotaur was standing, buck naked, in the cauldron room, but she didn't seem too dismissive or displeased with it either. Her left hand was resting on the side of her face as she was watching him without saying a single word. Especially not him, as she was able to simply stare at his ass in silence. 

Which wasn't the worst thing in the world, even for a dark mistress, who only had sex with her guardian and no one else. At least based on what the persons closest to her in life, amongst Junk and April. No one knew really if she had sex sometimes in her private times, but nothing indicated that it was the case. Did it mean that she was spending long times without relieving herself and was always horny? Or did she masturbate a lot in her private times? She never mentioned anything about that. Nobody knew for sure.

"You called that progress? There is not even a third of my cauldron reconstructed," she called him out on his bullshit and on his horrible mistake that it was to break what was hers. Well, what used to be her master's, but that was beside the point. Especially for her, who thought that it was okay to steal from the old woman who trained her and taught her everything she knew. Or almost everything she knew. 

The point was: September didn't like seeing the state of the magical cauldron. Not one bit. She stood up in the room not too long after voicing her concern. She emerged from the darkness. But Junk did not turn around. He stood still. He wasn't originally aware of September's presence in the room, but even long after she had made herself known to him, he didn't turn around and continued looking at the few, reunited cauldron shards. Which were currently floating in the air in slow-motion under a bright light, which came from the ceiling of the tall and large room. Perfectly illuminating the shards. 

"Well, it ain't so bad. It's a start. Don't you think?" he asked her, finally turning back around and giving his opinion to her.

"It's still not good enough. You have to fix it," she said to him.

"Okay… Okay… I am working on it, doesn't it show?" he asked as he fully finished turning around, causing his big, and currently flaccid clock to jiggle up and down as he faced her. September caught a glimpse of it as it jiggled around, and then she completely lowered her head to have a direct look at it. A full-frontal look at his cock and huge, bestial testicles. The darkness in the room was obscuring her face. Obscuring her face just enough, so it was impossible for him to tell if she was truly staring at his musky package for a long time and what was the facial expression she had as she looked at him. There was clearly a certain tension in the air. 

"You have debts that you have to pay me. You have to find all the remaining shards. It's important for us to be able to survive against all of our enemies. After the first member of The Order of TOO went after us, we have to be ready for more to come as well." 

"Are you alright, witch?" the demon asked her as he walked closer toward her. Step by step, he was getting closer to her and his dick never stopped jiggling as he walked. September never moved. She waited for her knight to come to her. She, however, did cross her arms together as he began walking toward her. Stepping out of the bright light where the floating shards were and coming closer and closer toward her in the darkness. The thick darkness that was now surrounding the both of them. However, there was still enough light, which was cast from the ceiling on the other side of the room, for them to see each other. Without forgetting to mention the fact that September was so used to the darkness that she could do so pretty well in the dark. Something that was relatively useful to her every day. 

"Why would you ask me something like that?" she asked. 

"Sometimes… You are not exactly yourself when… You know…?" he attempted to make her understand without upsetting her. 

"What are you trying to say?"

"Sometimes, you are not yourself when it has been a while that you haven't had your breasts milked," he finally told her.

"It has nothing to do with that."

"Really? Because honestly, it has been a while since you didn't feed me and the headache is back. I'm feeling like I'm about to be sick. It's time for you to feed your knight."

"I guess it is… But nope… I don't feel like it tonight…" then, she turned her back to him. 

"Are you kidding me?" he charged at her in her back and hugged her from behind. Except, he didn't, he truly seized and began fondling her breasts. "You are not going anywhere, milky witch." 

"Junk…"