Chapter 3: Lost

“What was that back there?”

“What was what?” the witch asked him. 

“The guy tried to swallow your soul or something?” the Minotaur still had a headache from recovering from nearly dying back there on the side of the road. It was soon about to be evening time here in this deserted prairie. 

“Sometimes what you see is not always what was truly happening,” she shut him down. 

“What do you mean?” he asked her.

“I wasn’t in danger.”

“What?” 

“I was fully in control and way ahead of him,” she said, completely, as a matter of fact, not showing a lot of emotion as she explained this to him. 

“Do you mean to say, that you were actually stronger than that assailant back there?”

“Stronger than you too,” she revealed. 

“Are you really certain? Pretty sure I could kill you in one punch as well as I did to this guy earlier today.”

“You didn’t punch him. You bitch-slapped him.” 

“I don’t care. He’s done for anyway.”    

“Sure. That’s a given,” the witch was slowly revealing herself to be more and more of a cold soul. 

“You are not even glad I saved your life?” he asked her. 

“Saved my life?” she asked him, still entirely emotionless as she asked him this question. 

“Yeah,” he didn’t understand what she meant by that.

“I just told you I was in control of everything. I appreciate what you’ve done, though it was to be expected. This wasn’t much of a real test anyway. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t require your services to deal with a regular thug like this,” she told him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he felt himself getting frustrated as he continued following her. He didn’t even know why he was following her in the place. He felt awkwardly attracted to her and felt safer where her tits were. In other words, where her magical milk that apparently saved him was. 

“I pretended to be in trouble just to see what you can do,” she revealed to him.

“Are you kidding me?”

“I’m afraid not. I had both ample time and mana to summon a number of minions with my grimoire back there. Instead, I waited for him to get behind me. It was crucial for me to see if you were worth my time,” she explained to him.

“Worth your time?”

“...”

“I’m sure this is all bullshit. You can’t summon shit.”

“Let me show you, then,” the witch quickly pulled her grimoire back from her leather satchel, opened it up, read a passage of it as she moved her right hand in the air over the old book and had her index and middle finger pointing toward the sky. Then, all of a sudden, the Minotaur felt a strange presence behind him.

“What?” he turned around, there, in his back, he found a winged imp which was flying his way. Attempting to attack him. Claw him. The beast grabbed his head with the palm of his left hand at the last second before he was successfully assaulted by it. He held the head of the winged creature in his hand. Holding him hostage. “What the fuck is that?” 

“Do you believe me now?” she sensually asked him.

“What is it?” 

“This one? He’s named Dormir.” 

Then, the Minotaur crushed his skull, killing him.

“No more.”

“What a brute. You are going to have to repay me for that one. Do you know that?” she said, chuckling. 

“How?” he asked her. 

“By breeding me a new collection of monsters. My new army,” she briefly explained to him. 

“I don’t care about you. Won’t do that. I can still end your life now, whore.”

“Oh? You think that kind of language will surprise or offend me? How naive. I am in the process of acquiring the services of only the most sexually aggressive and virile creatures to breed my monster army. All of my horny, loyal conscripts are fully expected to think with their cocks and harbour such opinions of women. If they didn’t at least have that, then I would be failing at my task of selecting prime studs to head my vile forces.  So no, your childish name-calling doesn’t bother me in the slightest. Quite the opposite in fact,” she informed him, as she sensually approached the towering monster, and placed the fingers of her right hand on his forehead before he even had time to react. Then, the very next second, the Minotaur was stunned. Paralyzed. He was hers. He always had been, but now, there was nothing he could do to protest. He couldn’t go anywhere nor stop her. 

“What are you doing to me?” The beast managed to utter.

“I just wanted you to know that you won’t ever be able to shock me or disgust me. I’ve seen and heard far worse. There is no need to restrain or modify your naturally perverted behaviour around me. It is part of the reason you were chosen, after all. Call me a whore, or whichever derogatory term you’d like,  to your heart’s content. It will only serve as a testament to my judge of your unsavoury character,” she explained to him. 

“I- I understand!” he struggled. Pain seering in his temple like a migraine.

“Good,” then, she removed her fingers from his forehead and he was no longer paralyzed. He was free again. His body responded to his own command once more. A drop of blood seeped out of his left nostril. She’d said all of that, inviting him to continue levelling degrading remarks towards her, but the witch’s overwhelming magic had spoken louder than mere words ever could. While everything she had said was the honest truth, her real message however, had been a warning of what would happen to him if he ever attempted to lay a finger on her. She would permit him to say or do as he liked in her presence, but there was a clear line. And after that display, that small taste of her power, the mighty creature dared not cross it. 

“You… You’re pure evil!”

“Of course I am. But don’t be fooled, in this cruel world, there exists far worse than I. Trust me.” 

“If you are so strong, why do you need me so much?”

“I need an errand boy. A protector that can do some dirty work for me. That, and the other answer I already gave you earlier: The breeding,” she replied to him. 

“What if I don’t want to do that?”

“Well, then, no more mana milk for you. Which means that you die. Sadly. You are only still alive because of the dose of mana milk I gave you earlier today. That’s all. I’d like to keep you with me. Is that so complicated?” she explained to him.

“I guess that’s not the worst deal I could have thought of.”

“I’m glad to be hearing that,” she smirked.

“So, you don’t want to fight?” he asked her.

“Never.”

“I don’t care, anyway. Can I have more milk now?”

“Once we’ve reached our first destination.”

“Where are we going?”

“Meeting a subordinate of mine.”

“And where is that?”

“There,” the witch turned around and pointed at a nightmarish, dark forest in the far distance at the end of the prairie. 

***

An hour later, the evil mistress and the ex-prisoner Minotaur were travelling together in the middle of the dark forest.

As the evening was turning into night, the beast was thankful to observe that even though the forest was sombre and hard to navigate through, some trees in this environment were soon beginning to light up through the darkness. Radiating through the darkness with beautiful shades of purple. Illuminating the path forward.  

“You never said your name,” he randomly asked her as the both of them have been silent for nearly forty-five minutes now. 

“Don’t know what they were feeding you back in jail, but you are a pretty slow Minotaur. The trick-or-treater said my name earlier while interrupting us,” she told him.

“Didn’t hear it. Don’t remember.”

“Then, why do you feel like you need to know my name so much?”

“Okay. I guess I’ll call you: The Witch.”

“Witch Queen is better,” she corrected him.         

“Witch Queen then.”

“The real question is what is your name?”

“I don’t have one.”

“You don’t?”

“I don’t remember ever having one. I was a prisoner all my life from what I can recall.”

“Then, It’s up to me to name you considering that you are practically my property at this point.”

“Okay.” 

“While I was sensing your energy and tracking you, I ended up finding you on the side of the road, looking like you were abandoned like trash. How about Junk for your name?”

“I don’t care.”

“That’s good. Me neither.”

“Is your friend still far away? It’s getting late, and I feel like falling asleep.”

“Already?”

“I’m tired as shit. Is the destination still far?” he asked her again.

“Sort of.”

“Fuck…”

“We should probably make camp for the night and take our rest then.”

Between a few of the tallest trees of the forest. Using some of the deadwood they found, they had lit a fire, a bonfire they kept themselves warm. 

“Good. It’s hot enough. Hey, since I saved you earlier, we should have some sex together.” 

“There we go,” she chuckled. Amused.

“What?”

“Exactly what I expect from my monsters.”

“I’m a monster alright, I’m aware of that, but I’m not one of yours.”

“You are now since you’ve tasted my diabolical and precious mana milk,” she replied to him, correcting her pet.

“Anyhow, are you ready? Get on all fours and let me fuck your pussy.”

“That is not going to happen.”

“Why?”

“I never fuck my monsters.” 

“You let me suck on your big titties and have your magical milk. What’s the difference between that and me copulating with you?” he asked her.    

“The difference is huge. I’ve never had sex with my subjects, and that’s not about to change any time soon. Beg all you want, I expect nothing less from a perverted creature of your ilk, but it’ll get you no closer,” she told him as the beast sat down on his butt and relaxed a bit in the middle of the forest. The camp wasn’t much of a real camp but at the very least, they had their bonfire, and they were able to lie down on the soft ground. The Minotaur had his blanket turned cloak as a blanket, which was perfect, meanwhile, the witch had her real cloak as a blanket. Two different worlds. Two different objects, yet, they were serving as the same things in their own little ways. 

“Why are you like that?” 

“I’m tired. Let’s sleep.”

“Witch, tell me, in this dark forest, is there a chance for us to be attacked by creatures in the middle of the night? Should I keep an eye open all night?” he asked her, not knowing anything about this region. Not knowing anything about any regions ever. No answer from her. “Witch. Witch?” still no answer. 

It was too late. She was already asleep by that time. He looked up at her. She was truly asleep. Eyes shut. Her cloak turned blanket was covering all over her body save for her marvellous and huge chest. He could see her cleavage, her boob-crack pretty nicely, perfectly illuminated by the warm light coming from the bonfire. 

All of a sudden, the beast felt something weird inside of his blanket. It was his cock. It was growing extremely large as he was watching the witch sleep and her enormous breasts. Underneath his blanket, he got a hold of it, surrounded it with the palm of his right hand and began playing with it in the dark. If the Witch Queen were a regular human woman, he could have simply taken her in her sleep. But she is no regular human woman, he mused as the throbbing sensation in his brain returned to remind him of that potentially doomed fate. Too fearful and weary to risk anything more in his current state, he would have to settle for his own hand. For now...

Eventually, he must have fallen asleep as well that gloomy night. Just like his queen before him. 

***

Later, still in the middle of the night, deeper into the darkness, the Minotaur suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he realized that the witch wasn’t lying down on the other side of the bonfire as she originally had been. He scratched his eyes. Stood up. She wasn’t there. She wasn’t anywhere. Her cloak had disappeared with her as well. 

Where is she? The beast asked himself. 

Then, without any warning, he heard something in the far distance outside of the forest. To him, it sounded like a distressed scream from a woman.

Could it be her? He feared that she had been taken by monsters or some other enemies just like the trick-or-treater who attacked them. Without wasting a single second, he began stomping through the dark forest. Following the distressing scream which brought him right outside the forest. It took him a few minutes to come out of there, but he ended up in a field. A patch. A pumpkin patch. Nothing was suspicious. He didn’t see anyone there. No girls. No men. No monsters. Only many, many pumpkins scattered all over the place. 

But then, this was when the night was the most silent that it struck for him. In his back, bright green vines began moving by themselves and attached themselves to the muscular arms and legs of the beast. Quickly taking control over him. Then, coming out of the muddy ground, there was a giant pumpkin monster with two carved eyes, a carved nose and a mouth. It could move his mouth. It appeared to be coming closer and closer to the Minotaur. But in reality, the green vines were bringing him closer to its mouth. So, it could devour him.

“A monster,” he said out loud as he desperately tried breaking free from the restraints of the powerful vines before it was too late.       

“Did you have enough sleep earlier?” the Minotaur heard the nonchalant voice of the witch sneaking up behind him. He turned his head around a bit.

“What? You are not in trouble?” 

“Why would you say that?”

“I heard you scream.”

“I didn’t scream.”

“Who did then?”

“It was one of these pumpkin crawlers. They are decent at luring lost wanderers in the middle of nowhere.”

“Lost? We are not lost,” he told her.

“Not me. You are. You have no idea where this place is.”

“Now, that’s true. This creature is about to eat me. Do you mind doing something for me?”

“You had more than enough milk during the day. You should be strong enough to break free from the vines,” she wasn’t mocking him, yet, she wasn’t encouraging him either.

“You knew this was coming. Didn’t you?” 

“No. I anticipate things because of planning ahead of time. I am no clairvoyant.”   

“Well, you didn’t tell me about this.” 

“If you don’t break free from these vines by yourself, I’m not sure if you are worthy to be in my army. I’m sorry. It’s the truth,” she told him.

The green vines kept bringing him closer and closer to the mouth of the pumpkin crawler.

“Ah, that helps me a lot here.”

“Now, would the promise of more mana milk motivate you through this?” she played along with him. Teased him. Amused by this even though she truly didn’t care if he was eaten alive here in his pumpkin patch or not. 

“More milk? You always said I was going to get more anyway,” he told her.

“So, let’s see how much you truly want more.”

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