She Wasn't A True Witch Queen

Chapter 207: She Wasn't A True Witch Queen

The bathhouse was about to be turned into a whorehouse.

Junk undressed himself right on the spot. He took off his red and black Minotaur's armor. He walked buck-naked in the room.  

"Where is September? Where is my sister?" Bridget demanded the two of them to be answered. April bit her tongue not to tell her, and Junk simply didn't see that point in answering at all. 

Instead, he picked her up from her cozy bath, held her in his arms before taking her for a ride. Honestly, it wasn't much of a ride, since he simply took his place in the tub and sat down in it. Then, she made her sit on top of him in the tub. The Minotaur took her place. Stole her warm and bubbly bath. It was legitimately a miracle that the tub didn't break as soon as the beast stepped in it, mainly due to the incredible size and weight of the Minotaur, but it only went to show that the craftsmanship of this tub was impressive to say the least. 

Either that or the tub had been magically created by Bridget or one of the other witches at the village, but there was nothing to support that. After comfortably sitting in the tub, the demon knight made the Witch Queen sit right on top of his towering dick, which she was quite unsure about at first, but as soon as the head of his cock entered in contact with her vaginal lisp, everything changed for her. 

She remembered… She let out a moan, and then she remembered what kind of monster Junk was based on that first and last visit to the witch village. September, her sister, was deeply fortunate to be having such a beast at her tower, by her side. Junk lowered her on his dick until the entirety of his head was inside of her. 

She groaned and moaned even more in pleasure as all of his glans was inside of her body. April leaned against the side of the tub and watched. Attentively doing so. Visibly happy, her favorite monster was getting to make the 'fake' Witch Queen his. 

Bridget blushed. She tried resisting, but couldn't really. She couldn't lie. She was enjoying herself. A lot. Her nipples hardened. Fully erect: This caught April's attention. She couldn't keep her eyes away from her nipples anyway. April licked her lips. She was obviously interested in either licking or sucking on the Witch Queen's delicious-looking nipples. 

"Tell me: Where is my sister? What is she planning to do?"

"Well… Your sister is…" April was about to reveal something, still struggling to keep her mouth shut. She tried her best.

"April. No," The Minotaur interrupted her at the last second. Stopping her as he shoved his big dick deeper and deeper inside of her as he lowered her body even more. Now, more than half of his cock was inside of her, which sent shivers down her spine. Making her go absolutely crazy. She was either heard moaning or panting at all times. 

Soapy bubbles from the tub covered her thick thighs as she was forced to be fucked by Junk. But the truth was that there was no forcing anything here. Bridget was enjoying herself. Deeply enjoying herself. Soon, the demon knight lowered her down even more and inserted all of his huge member inside of her, fully penetrating her. The fact and reality of having his cock fully sliding inside of her body was more than enough to cause her to…

"... I'm coming!" Bridget shouted as they were more or less about to begin. This caught all of them by surprise. Especially the Minotaur, he didn't expect this to be this quick, but it happened.

"You came already?" The demon knight questioned her.

"She did? Well, I am not that surprised. Junk is awesome like that. Sometimes, he only has to lick and touch my nipples, and it's enough for me to have a powerful orgasm, so yeah…" April mentioned to her. Speaking of nipples, the sexy, elvish ranger still had her attention focused on Bridget's. She couldn't let them go.

"Anyway, here's the real thing!" Junk said right before pushing and pulling the Witch Queen's body up and down, truly beginning to fuck her. Making her jump up and down as he sat in the tub. 

It was at that moment that Bridget seriously lost it. She groaned, panted, and moaned much faster and louder than she did before. This was the ride she was on. The Minotaur's ride and that one wasn't stopping anytime soon. It would continue until the bull had enough of her and eventually ejaculated. But there was no rush here. Even though the Minotaur stormed the rest house with his blind rage, they didn't have been noticed yet. Plus, there was still their master, September, covering them from outside. Things were going well. Junk added more strength to his penetrations and fucked her deeper than ever. Showed her who was boss around here now.

"This is insane! How are you able to make me feel that way in such a short amount of time? I feel like I am about to come again!"

"That's the power of the demon knight right there!" April told her, as she couldn't stop praising Junk over and over again. 

"I can't handle this… Just tell me now… Where is my sister?"

"Oh, that? That's easy, she's right outside, and she's…"

"April! Shut up!" The Minotaur interrupted her again. 

"Yes, Junk… You're right. I'm sorry. Gosh. It turns on so much when you speak to me that way. I always feel dominated."

"April. You have been staring at Bridget's tits for the past few minutes. Why don't you help yourself and fill your sorry mouth with her nipples? Um? That might shut you up for good and stop you from talking about or revealing anything to your enemy you shouldn't. What do you think about that?" Junk demanded of her.

"Great idea! That way, I won't be able to fuck anything up! Bridget's tits, come to me!" April shouted before leaning forward into the tub with them and finally licking the Witch Queen's nipples. Quenching her thirst.