Chapter 2: The Spooky World

“What the hell is a Witch Queen?”

“Are you kidding me? You don’t know who The Witch Queen is?” she asked him, still unable to fully see her. 

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” the Minotaur who was now lying on the dirty ground said to her. 

“How can you not? There is only one Witch Queen in this entire freaking kingdom. I’m having difficulties believing you. Hold on,” she paused, “that’s no longer true. Let me rectify that: There used to be only one Witch Queen up until very recently. That’s more accurate,” she corrected herself.

“I’m even more confused. What do you want from me?” the beast asked her. 

“A few things,” she revealed to him, “however, if I wasn’t looking for you, and that I was only using the road, minding my own business, I would have come across a piece of useless rotting flesh. Visibly abandoned from the look of it. But you are not useless.” 

“Leave me alone. I’m fine,” he said.

“You don’t look fine to me, but you would normally be right. While I don’t typically really care about some trash on the side of the road, there is a bit more to you than just trash.”    

“Thank you,” the Minotaur softly said to her. 

“It’s so strange though,” she still remained with him, towering over him as he was stuck to the ground, “you don’t seem to be coming from this region at all. You are most likely a lost foreigner. We don’t see a lot of Minotaurs around here anyway, so that makes sense to me,” she added. She crossed her arms, right underneath her breasts. 

“I don’t think I am from this place at all,” he simply said.

She stopped smiling. Getting a bit more serious. 

“I know you are from that local prison,” she said. 

“What did you say?” he asked her.

“I know where you were all this time. I’ve been looking for you for quite some time now. Tried sneaking into the prison, but it wasn’t as simple as I originally expected to. Yet, you made it out.” 

“You knew where I was?”

“Yup.”

“I don’t understand anything. The only thing I remember from my life is being in prison. I don’t remember anything else,” he confessed to her. “It’s as if I was born a prisoner,” he added.  

“Wow. The plot thickens. Speak of something weird. Am I right?” she chuckled. “Now, you are going to tell me that you were innocent all along and that you didn’t deserve to be sent to jail to rot? All prisoners such as you are the same. Always. The only reason why I was hoping to get you out of that place originally was because of what you represent: A hell of a vessel,” she told him, amused, but not surprised at all. Not one bit.

“A vessel?”

“Yes, a vessel is‒” she was interrupted by one of her own magical powers. Something she could see in her witch’s mind. She sensed that he wasn’t doing too well on a much deeper level. “One percent?” the witch said out loud to herself. “He is down to about one percent of his reserve of organic mana.”   

“One percent? What are you talking about?” 

“That would be too long to explain,” she said. 

“Ever since I came out of the hellish prison last night, I started feeling my health getting weaker and weaker. I keep feeling like I’m going to die. I’m now apparently degrading in health. I guess that’s where the line is drawn and that I will be done for,” he slowly and painfully explained to her.

“I can fix this,” she told him, all of a sudden, the young woman dropped everything and ran even closer to him. For the very first time since their meeting, she moved in a way that made the back of her body block the intense and blinding sunlight that was coming down on the road. For the first time, the Minotaur was able to see what the stranger woman looked like without the sun blinding him and obscuring her pretty face and her wondrous body.

In her thirties, thirty-four years old to be exact, The Witch Queen was a young-looking woman that somehow managed to combine youth and maturity in one striking look. She had that calming, motherly figure and aura around her while still looking much younger than her actual age. The Witch Queen had adorable magenta eyes that gave so much attention to the beast that it made him feel like he didn’t deserve it. Her hair was pretty long, down to the middle of her back and her colour was apple red. Her hair was straightened out. Sadly, she was wearing a thick black cloak which made it impossible for the beast to tell her body type too much, although, she did look like she was healthy-looking and pretty voluptuous on top of that. With the cloak, she also wore an overly large black witch’s hat.    

“You are better-looking than I thought.” 

“Stay with me,” she said as she knelt to his side, tried surrounding him with his arms to comfort him.

“I don’t know for how long I can do that.”

“Are you certain you want to live or not?” she asked. 

“Fuck yes, I’m sure.”

“Alright. This means that we only have one solution now,” she told him.

“And what is that?” he said, out of breath.

“This,” she suddenly and swiftly lowered the neck region of her cloak, so much so that she was successfully able to pull her left breast out of it. Big reveal! The Witch Queen was not only healthy-looking and maybe voluptuous. She was a stacked young lady. The exact size of her big breasts was forty-four P. She had thick nipples as well. Both her areolae and her nipples were of the same taffy pink colour.

“What are you doing?” he asked her. 

“Feeding you my milk mana,” she announced, blushing, her one exposed nipple quickly getting erect as she brought his head closer to it and gave him her breast. In no time, her thick nipple was now deep inside of his Minotaur mouth, and she was feeding him like a baby. 

“...” the beast didn’t say a single more word and accepted the gift. He closed his eyes and began drinking as much fresh milk as he possibly could.

“Take it. Take all of it. There. His vital systems are stabilizing. His organic mana is now up to three percent. It’s working. It’s helping you, isn’t it?” she asked him.  

He didn’t say anything. He just kept drinking more and more. 

“Your vital systems are being optimized quite rapidly. I can see it. Organic mana now up to six percent.”

As the beast kept drinking, the witch’s hat accidentally fell down from her head, therefore, making her identity much more exposed. Then, not too long after, as she was still feeding the rotting stranger on the side of the road, another different kind of stranger showed up, walking this way. 

The new stranger was a bandit. A costumed rogue. He wore a skeleton’s mask and a matching, skeleton leather, armoured costume to go along with it. He smiled when he first saw the gorgeous woman having the lying beast sucking on her tit on the side of the read. It appeared to be so random for him. He walked closer to them. The Minotaur nor the witch had detected him yet. 

“Tell me. Are you feeling better?” she asked the Minotaur.

“Oh, don’t worry, darling. I am feeling a lot better now. Trust me.”  

“Who goes there?” the witch said after turning her head to the source of the voice. The skeleton bandit approached. 

“No one you should be scared of, pretty lady. You know? It’s just so interesting the kind of things you can randomly spot on the side of the kingdom’s road from time to time. Murders. Kidnapping. Abandoned trash. In this case, we do have trash, but not abandoned. In any case, finding a horned beast is pretty rare. Finding one that was being breastfed as well? Now, that’s a rare thing, and I’m also jealous of the creature,” he said.

“What do you want?” she asked him as the Minotaur, unfortunately, had to stop sucking on her breast and drinking her milk. “At least, you are up to eight percent now,” she added.

By the time he was done sucking on it, the stamina of the beast had gone up quite a bit. Not anywhere as much as it should have been the case, but it was much better than it was earlier as the Minotaur was dying.

“Be careful,” the beast said to her.

“I’m not scared of some random lunatic.”

“Ouch! That hurts, babe,” the witch stood upright and faced the slowly approaching stranger. 

“Again: What do you want?” she asked him with her left naked breast still comically exposed and jiggling all over the place over her black cloak. 

“Hold on. Now that I’m closer to you, I recognize you. You are September Autumn. The recently dethroned Witch Queen,” he came to this revelation upon closer expectation. 

No! she thought to herself, disappointed he recognized, disappointed but ultimately something that was expected. 

“You’re wrong. I’m not she,” she lied.

So, a Witch Queen is truly a thing? The beast thought.   

“I guess that’s why you are wearing that cloak. I can recognize that pretty, slutty face from any others.”

“You are making a mistake. It’s not who I am. Continue your voyage. Leave us alone. Otherwise, I’ll have to use my magic on you. I’m really starting to think about unleashing some of my dangerous minions on you,” she menaced him. 

“Oh, I’m scared, I truly am, but this will be worth it. Right. Earlier, you asked me what I was seeking? I’ll explain it to you: I’m a trick-or-treater,” he revealed to her.

“Seriously? Here?” she said out loud.

A trick-or-treater? What is that all about? The beast thought to himself, even more confused.   

“And as any trick-or-treater, I collect souls. Dark souls. Pussy-souls. And I can’t get enough of them. They are like candies to me. And now that I come to think of it, the pussy-soul of a Witch Queen must be worth a lot in terms of magical cultivation. With your soul, I’m almost guaranteed to double in terms of strength and power,” he explained to her.

“Is that a risk you are willing to take?” she asked.

“It is,” he simply and briefly said as he began sprinting in her direction, salivating at the mouth through his mask for her and for her soul. 

Hearing this and witnessing him run toward her was more than enough to have her swiftly pull her grimoire from the leather satchel she carried with her on the side of her left hip. She had enough time to open it. 

As he started running, it was revealed that the trick-or-treater was carrying an object with him: A pumpkin head with a holder at the top of it. The Witch Queen, who was taken by surprise just by how fast the man could run, wasn’t anywhere near fast enough for him, and he successfully managed to circle around her and slipped into her back. He appeared like a ninja or a shadow behind her, causing her to accidentally drop her grimoire to the ground.  

He immediately went for the throat and grabbed her one naked and exposed breast, toying with it

“What? How can you move so fast?” she asked him, eyes wide opened, terrorized. 

“Training, Queen. Training,” he told her as the shape of the big cock of the trick-or-treater through his costume rubbed against her large butt. Meanwhile, he pulled her enormous tit upward, so he could begin sucking on it, even while standing in her back. His tongue wrapped itself around her thick nipple, and he instantly began consuming her delicious mana milk. It tasted like sweetened milk. Simply delicious. 

“Ugh,” she moaned and gasped as he sucked on her nipple. Not only because he was doing so, but because he was seen holding up his portable pumpkin head with his left hand and something was quickly being extracted out of her body. A ghostly and semi-transparent, see-through smoke: Her soul. The soul was being extracted out of her body and vacuumed by the pumpkin head which entered through a large hole at the top of it. 

What am I supposed to do? I don’t care about her. I don’t care about anyone. But she did appear to be healing me and my health before this guy suddenly walked in, the Minotaur thought as he observed everything from the ground.               

“He is sucking my soul. He is killing me,” she said.

I truly don’t care if she dies, but if she does, will a similar fate wait for me as my organic mana falls back down again? He asked himself.   

“He nearly sucked my entire soul out of my body. This is the end for me. Yet, I thought I’d have a bit longer. It’s okay. Maybe I didn’t deserve to last much longer than that after all,” she said out loud as her eyes kept flickering, opening and closing incredibly fast. She was blushing as well. Her entire face was red.

“Hey”, a deep and menacing voice was suddenly heard. 

The masked trick-or-treater turned his head around to the source of the voice while keeping her nipple inside of his mouth at all time, still actively sucking on it. 

The rogue made eye contact with the Minotaur who was now standing right next to him. No longer sick looking at all.

“Uh?” 

“You’ve made a big mistake, asshole trick-or-treater.”

“What?” still with her nipple inside of his mouth.

“She is mine now. Not yours,” and then, without waiting for another second, the Minotaur swiftly slapped him in the face with the back of his left hand, colliding with his mask, fissuring it and breaking it into a million pieces. The nipple of the witch was immediately removed from the interior of his mouth as he was attacked by him. The trick-or-treater slowly fell backward in slow motion. 

When his body hit the floor, he had a huge hole in his face. He no longer had a mask nor a face. He was now a bloody mess. He was no more.