Harvesting The Witch Queen - Chapter 276: A Lady Minotaur In The Coven

Chapter 276: A Lady Minotaur In The Coven

It was the big return to the Autumn province that many members of the coven had been anticipating. 

“Ah! It feels great to be home!” April stretched as they came back from their long voyage, entering through the gate of the castle that was their home.

“You said it,” Junk agreed with her.

“This was a nice excursion,” September wasn’t too impressed by it. She was calmed, and she took it like it was any other voyage.

“You guys have… A castle?” June was impressed. 

She observed in awe the high ceilings of the castle. 

The lady Minotaur had been brought to the coven, and this was only the very beginning.

“I mean, September is the Queen, right?” April happily pointed out to her. 

“That’s right…” June remembered that September was Witch Queen royalty. 

“This way—we should waste no time with the coven welcome process…” September urged everyone, her loud footsteps hear in the distance as she marched deeper into the castle. She was rushing everyone to follow him.

“The coven welcome process?” June repeated after her, not exactly certain what this meant.

“Isn’t that too soon?” Junk noticed that they had only arrived at the castle and the Queen was already talking about the dark ceremony.

“What is it about?” The barbarian woman lost her patience a bit because no one would tell her what this was all about.

“You’ll see soon enough…” September told her.

“Very soon…” April shook her head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you…” At this point, it was up to him to make her feel better and comfort her, since no one else was going to do it.

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September wasn’t kidding when she said that the introductory ceremony for the coven, since this was exactly in the ceremony chamber that the Queen took everyone—the room was officially called the: “The ritualistic room”, and this was where June would be welcomed among them. 

The coven was about to grow… 

Thud! 

Thud! 

The two doors behind them were suddenly shut! 

No one touched them to close them, and that was because September was the one who did this using her witch-telekinetic abilities.             

With those doors shut, this meant that it was time for something a lot more secretive and darker. 

This ceremony was going to be something more private.

“So, what’s going to happen to me?” June began becoming quite hesitant about this thing, feeling how sinister this was turning all of a sudden.

“Don’t worry, nobody is going to hurt you,” Junk promised her, knowing what was about to happen to her…

“I won’t be biting you!” April told her, which didn’t reassure her too much.

“This way, June… Lie on this table…” September commanded her to do after bringing her to the end of the ritualistic chamber. 

“Are you sure this is safe?” The barbarian woman asked the witch directly.

“You have nothing to fear, Summer.” 

“Nothing?”

“Nothing,” September shook her head, confirming to her. 

Nothing seemed right to her once September proceeded to wrap ropes around her wrists and ankles and tying her up. Soon, the barbarian woman wouldn’t be able to move off of the table she was now lying on—which was more of an altar as opposed to a table.

“Hey, what are you doing? Why are you tying me up? Is this some kind of kinky shit?” June argued, semi-joking as she said those words.

“Is this really necessary, my Queen?” The Minotaur asked his Witch Queen.

“Would you be questioning me, knight?”

“I am certainly not, September, but what good is it going to do to tie her up like this? I mean, she’s not going to run away now that she agreed to join the coven, right?” This was definitely a decent argument, but one that September, the Witch Queen, didn’t want to listen to. 

She turned around and approached the June and the altar again.

“Let the dark ceremony began…” The Witch didn’t wish to waste any more time… 

September raised both hands in the air as she towered over June.

“Dark ritual—we invoke the powers of the dark rituals!” 

The many candles that illuminated the sacred chamber began flashing like they were about to be blown off and cease casting light at any moment since there was so much wind shifting in any directions of the room. September wasn’t kidding, there was nothing holy about this ritual. 

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” Nothing September did reassured the Lady Minotaur.          

“Junk—I am going to need your help!” The witch didn’t even turn to him during the ritual because said ritual demanded all of her attention, but it was obvious that she couldn’t do this alone—no matter how strong of a witch she was.

“What do you want me to do, my Queen?” Junk asked her.

“I want you to kiss her—now!” She insisted that he did.

“Kiss her, Junk!” April was thinking the same thing as her.

“What good is it going to do, exactly?” 

“Trust us, kiss her, it’ll help!” April promised him.

It sure looked like June was needing help, since this ritual appeared to be hurting her, both physically and mentally.

Step! 

Step! 

Step!

So, Junk approached the altar that was June was lying on again, and she immediately went to kiss her right on the lips as the somber Autumn ritual intensified all around them.        

The kiss calmed June down instantly, and all of a sudden she wasn’t trembling as much, which was a good sign. There was still just as much wind being blown in all directions in the room as September was chanting words of a language that Junk had never heard about before. He was certainly unsure about describing any of this was something that made any sense or felt right to him, but he still trusted his Witch Queen no matter.

…

“Come on, you can do this, June…” Junk told the beautiful and strong Lady Minotaur as he pulled back from her a bit, seductively whispering to her before giving her a new kiss.

All of a sudden, June’s eyes began glowing of a bright orange color!       

It was bursting with volatile energy!