Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 288: The Eastside Woods

Chapter 288: The Eastside Woods

September late woke alone in the forest. 

This was the first time that anything like this ever happened to her. She had completely blacked out. The first few seconds after her awakening were the worst, since she had no idea how she even got here in the first place. It was all a blur in her head. Then, as he sat upright in the grass, she slowly started remembering a few things. She remembered leaving the maze and then going to that tavern. She drank a few drinks, perhaps one too many of them, and then… The monsters… There were monsters in the tavern and even more outside waiting for her. Then, her memories became blurry again. It was all too dark. She couldn’t remember exactly what happened beyond that point after she went outside and was ambushed by all these creatures in the alley. 

September tried standing up while in the middle of the woods, but her large breasts prevented her from doing so in any form of graceful manner. She was anything, but graceful at this time since her awakening had been the least comforting. She felt slightly dehydrated, as well. This might have been all the alcohol she had by herself during her night out last night. Um… She desperately needed water and she didn’t have any on her. Judging by how deep she was in the middle of the forest, it would take her quite some time before arriving somewhere where there would be water for her to consume. Using her powers and teleporting and even riding her flying broomstick were no good options right now, since she was feeling much too fuzzy for that. So, that left her with only one viable option… The witch looked down upon her breasts after failing to stand up again and coming back to her knees in the grass. She gave her tits one long look and honestly, they looked so delicious. September proceeded to take her bright orange jack-o-lantern breastplates off, which was easy enough, yet, she still strictly preferred when Junk did it for her. He had a way of pulling her jack-o-lanterns off of her chest in the most pleasurable ways.

“Ah! Much better!” she uttered aloud as pure satisfaction took over her. It was like a big weight was lifted right off of her shoulders. Her tits were a weight that no longer had to be held. They were finally free. She dropped her orange breastplates onto the ground and proceeded to pull her right tit all the way up in the direction of her mouth. She was so thirsty. Mouth wide open, she placed her lips around her thick and hard nipple and began sucking. She self-sucked her boob, and fresh morning milk immediately came spurting right out of the tip of her nipple. It honestly had been quite a long time since the last time she self-sucked her tits and drank her nipples. Her precious Junk always had that covered for her, and she was happy for it, but once in a while, it felt great to self-serve herself. She drank, and she drank until her vivid thirst was completely gone. At one point, her eyes went cross-side as not only her thirst was being resolved, but doing this practice was ridiculously arousing to her. She loved it. 

“Ahn!” after finishing feeding on her milk, she suddenly obtained a micro-orgasm, and that aftermath was that brilliant clarity that came after a pleasurable orgasm. That clarity helped her remember much better about last night. She now remembered what happened after all that those vile monsters ganged up on her and… September felt disgusted with the horrible things she had done last night. It was time to move on. The witch stood up in the forest and finally left this wooded and remote area. 

***

September’s sole goal was now to get back to the maze and to return to the others. She still was not exactly feeling comfortable enough to teleport or ride her flying broomstick, so she continued traveling on land until she came out of the dark forest and walked on the path that would bring her back to the village. She walked for five kilometers before she finally began seeing the small town on the horizon. She couldn’t believe how far she woke up from the village, making her wonder about all the things she didn’t know just yet about what happened last night. Furthermore, she remembered more about what happened, but not everything just yet.

“I’m almost there,” she was, indeed, almost there, and midway through her voyage while everything was going just great, something she couldn’t explain stopped her in her tracks. It was strange, but she remembered that feeling from before—something was preventing her from going forward—something invisible. That something, whatever that was, it was pushing against her big tits, holding them a bit, but there was nothing there. It was grabbing them. This was so wrong and felt so surreal and yet, as she sniffed the air, she smelled the aphrodisiac scent of her man—Junk. It smelled like him, yet, he was nowhere to be seen.

Junk?  

“Who’s there?” those had to be hands, invisible hands. September immediately tried backing off and preventing this invisible phenomenon from touching her breasts, but this turned out to be a lot harder said than done. This didn’t stop there, either. Mere seconds after she felt that first sudden sensation of having her large breasts grappled and rubbed on by invisible hands, she felt an invisible face coming right into her back and going up to her rear end. She felt that animalistic features of that face rushing for her ass and eating it. An invisible foe was licking her ass under her witch dress. 

“Hey, what is this?”

She hoped and expected this to be a nightmare, but it was not.

It was all too real. 

September didn’t know, for sure, who this invisible enemy was, but she had a good idea who that could be. She gritted her teeth and then marched forward. She ran at first, and then…

“Summon: Flying Broomstick!” she conjured her Halloween flying broomstick to appear out of thin air, and she caught it in her hand before climbing aboard it and flying away, escaping from this creature that just went after her, one that she highly suspected that it was Junk over there because she recognized his scent, yet, she never saw him. 

That dream she had last night, and now it seemed like her imagination was becoming so wild that she imagined that there was someone invisible blocking her way and touching her in indecent ways.

The witch was not convinced any of it was legitimate and real.