98 The Autumn Coven
Chapter 98: The Autumn Coven
To their surprise, Junk and April were both well-treated here.
And not only at the moment that they came to town, and they thought that this was a normal and innocent village in the middle of nowhere… They were still kind to them. They never attacked them. Even after the reveal. Even after the veil had been lifted off of their eyes and that this foggy, little town was ultimately revealed to be the infamous witch village they had originally tried to keep away from. Yet, they had ended up here, and they couldn't leave anymore. The elvish young woman and the half-demon were considered their guests. Leaving now would be disrespectful. Extremely disrespectful.
Junk and April were both taken into the main house of the village, where the coven typically gathered. Behind them were the women in robes, the witches who appeared all around them during Bridget's reveal a little earlier. Bridget was ahead of the group. Right in front of Junk and April. As far as they could tell, for the time being, all the members of the village were witches. Only women and only witches. There might have been a few men there and there, but they were yet to be seen. The old men, the servants from earlier, were only a facade, of course. There was still a strong possibility that there were men, living and working at the village, but nothing was certain. The male equivalent of a witch was a warlock. There was nothing impossible about the fact that there maybe were warlocks in this witch village, but the only ones April and Junk had run into were witches. Half of them had their faces obscured and hidden by the hoods of their cloaks, the other half of them had their hoods pulled down, therefore, revealing their beautiful faces. All the ones Junk could see with his two eyes were gorgeous, to say the least. Especially that one at the head of the group.
Bridget Bishop Autumn.
She had pale skin. She had violet eyes. She had short, red hair that came down to the height of her shoulders. As far as Junk could tell, (for now), she was the only among the group of witches who were escorting them to the main house of the village who was actually as busty as September or as April was. The other women behind her had big tits as well, once again, as far as he could tell through the thick, black cloaks they currently wore. It was quite difficult to tell the size of Bridget's breasts through the cloak, on top of her, walking at the head of the group, offering him a tough angle to observe her breasts… He could see them, coming out on the sides of her body a bit, but that was about it. For now, he felt pretty confident about the fact that Bridget's bust size was competing with what April had to offer. They were large. Heavy. Bouncing around at all time. A similar thing could be said about her big butt. Something he could see pretty well with the angle he was giving. Junk licked his bull's lips as he perversely stare at her ass through the dark cloak she wore. The soothing, loud, and continuous clicking sound of her tall, sexy, black heels caused him to fall into some kind of trance. Over time, he no longer thought about anything else than this clicking sound and her large ass as he continued following her everywhere she went too…
"Hey, are you alright, Junk?" April asked his lover.
"..." he didn't reply to her. Instead, he continued staring at Bridget's butt and heard one thing and one thing only, the sexy clicking sound that her tall heels were making. Echoing in his mind.
"Hey, Junk! Are you listening to me?" April persisted.
"..." still nothing… He couldn't hear her or notice her at all.
"Junkie!" she shouted at him as she suddenly snapped her fingers in the hope to wake him up from this sexual trance he was in. Snapping her fingers at him right after noticing this incredible bulge, coming from the inside of the thin towel he was wearing around his crotch. The tiny towel that was barely covering his genitals.
"Um? What?" he finally broke out of it. Shook his head. Meanwhile, April couldn't stop staring at that big bulge. She blushed. "Hey, what were you saying?" he never heard her. "Tell you what! So far, I don't mind too much to be here. The girls around here are… Kind of hot!" he shared his opinion of the people so far to the gorgeous, elvish, young woman who was walking right next to him. He simply couldn't notice her beauty at the time being. It was almost as if she didn't exist, or if she wasn't as sexually attractive as she used to be. Even though it wasn't the case really, and it wasn't her fault. There were simply too many, different choices around here.
"I see something else that is… Pretty hot…" April said to him, as she only had eyes for his large and throbbing bulge from underneath the towel. She could barrel contain herself.
"The girls, right? You are turned on by all these witches?"
"No… Not really…" she replied to him as they were brought into the interior of the main house of the coven.
"There we are! This is the place where everything began…" the beautiful redhead of a Bridget interrupted April without wanting to. She simply didn't hear that, she wanted to say something else.
"Where everything began?" the half-demon knight asked her. However, when they made it deeper into the establishment, they both realized what she meant by that… They entered the throne room…
"This is the throne that your good friend, September, used to be sitting on before abandoning us… Exactly as she did to you, countless times, by the way… What a shame, huh?" Bridget said.
"So, this is the throne room? Her throne room?" Junk asked.
"It used to be…" Bridget corrected the young man right away.
"I still remember this place…" April mentioned.
"Who is the new Witch Queen now?" Junk demanded to her, genuinely curious and interested.
"You are looking right at her, big boy," she replied to him.
