Dead-Soul

Chapter 120: Dead-Soul

The operation had come to a stop. 

First: The man with the spiky back had fled. Second: The Minotaur was taken with this urge of fucking, April, right here on the spot. Which he did. He couldn't deny his desire for her for too long. Even though he had already fucked her tight pussy before, this was something that he felt like he needed to do again, again and again… Through this doggy-style position, nothing and no one could stop the bull from blasting her wet pussy until he unleashed his balls right into his balls. April was his personal cum dumpster after her. She was his. 

He had just made love to her, yet, he was still horny for her.

Her riding him triggered him to be even hornier that way. 

As the bull came in and out of vagina, she felt herself feeling much more challenged than she was earlier. Not that Junk was not amazing before. He was. But it was something completely different now. He knew how to make her feel incredibly good. Her pussy was pulsating as it beautifully closed up on the circumference of this cock. Almost as if it didn't want him to leave her pussy. No worries there. The Minotaur wasn't about to leave, anytime soon. April moaned much louder with Junk than she did earlier. It wasn't even a contest at this point. Could it be because April was feeling a certain something for the bull-man doing her doggie-style? There was definitely a connection between the two. Something that couldn't be easily explained or determined. It wasn't simple, since there was also a great deal of chance that Junk ultimately wasn't feeling anything for her in the end. And that she was only his slut and cum dumpster. And there was also a lot of chance for him to be his stud that she used to fuck and to obtain her precious orgasms. On top of feeling the intense pleasure of being impregnated by him. Over and over again. Could he be her mindless stud and that was it? 

"I totally don't mind receiving a little more action, but are you two, certain that this is a good idea? I mean… The spiky dude is running away!" April said to the two others as she moaned out loud.

"..." Junk didn't say anything at the moment. He was too busy fucking her. Bouncing in and out of her as fast as he could.

"This is nonsense, April. Junk is a Minotaur. A young Minotaur. The fact is still growing up means that he is still discovering how horny he can get. It's important to allow him to fuck and empty his balls, as often as possible, even during demanding times," the Autumn witch explained to April as she walked toward the front door of the house, which had been left wide opened. The loud, dominating, and sexy clicking sound that her high-heels made as she walked across the living room, was echoed everywhere within the house. April's big tits swung from one side to another as the bull graced her with his gloriously long member. Digging as deep as possible inside of her. Never allowing her one moment to rest as well. 

"I see! You're right, Sep! Too bad, I'm already pregnant again from our morning fuck, Junk! I wish you could impregnate me again!" The adorable April wasn't making any sense. She was so horny that she was wishing to be impregnated by Junk again, even though she already was. But this was the kind of thing Junk loved about her. 

"You, two… Continue what you are doing. I'm going after him. Join me when you are done here. Looks like what I suspected all along came to be. This man's soul was turned into a dead-soul."

"A dead-soul? What is that?" April asked her, curious. 

"Like I said: I'll fill you in on that a bit later. I'm going after him," September said before storming out of the small house. 

"No! Don't go! We are almost done here! We can go with you!" April shouted at the Autumn witch, right before she left, but she chose not to listen to her. September was gone. She was going after the fleeing man with the spiky back. Chasing after him.

"You really think we are about to be done here?" Junk asked.

"What? You have been fucking me hardcore like this for five minutes straight! You still got more coming for me?" she questioned him. Taking his cock like a good girl. Enjoying it quite a bit. Not wishing for it to end. But deep down, desiring to go after the man, joining forces with her old-time friend, September. Just to make sure nothing too bad happened to her or anything like that. 

"I'm only getting started, April. I am so hard for you right now," he mentioned to her, explaining that this was going to take a little longer. He wasn't wrong to be playing fair with her and telling her the truth. After all, Junk could last a while when he was truly into it and said that he was horny enough. Something like now. 

"No problem! Let's do this right, then! Take your time and fuck me real good! I think I'm going to come! Hey, Junk?" 

"Yeah?" he asked her as he slapped the side of her big butt.

"What do you think, September, meant by a dead-soul?"

"I have no idea. Probably the kind of soul the warden back at the cauldron prison had…" which was the first thing he could think about as she mentioned this to him.

April immediately burst out laughing.

"You are so silly, Junk! Oh, boy, I think this is it! I am going to come!" she shouted as she moaned at the same time.

***

The man with the spiky bones erupting out of his back was running in the dark streets. The town's bell was still ringing. The witching hour was over. There was no one in the streets but him. The man attempted to hide behind a pillar when he thought he was safe.

But… 

"Gone jogging?" 

He turned his head…

The Autumn witch was sitting on top of a roof. Legs crossed together. Watching him.