"Are you sure you're willing?" the lady asked, manoeuvring around the cluttered room stirring this and adding sprinkles of this to the other. Her dark robes swished behind her as she danced between piles of books, awkwardly placed furniture and assorted bags and boxes.
The man managed only a grunt, or perhaps a moan, it was hard to tell. He had come entirely of his free will, a respondent to a witches wanted poster requesting "enthusiastic and willing men who know their rightful places at the feet of their Queens". It hadn't taken him entirely long to find himself gagged, blindfolded and tied naked to a chair.
Saliva trailed meekly down his chest as it fell from his mouth in his attempts to answer through his gag. His wrists and ankles wrestled with the bindings around the chair. His eyes searched for light behind a mask that offered nothing. Outside of the feeling of his bindings or the grain of his wooden throne, his senses were muted entirely. Everything was dark.
"That's a good boy, I knew you would say yes!" the witch said excitedly tapping the contents of a vial into a rather large black cauldron for how little liquid was in there. "Eye of a newt, feather of a phoenix and just enough dragon blood to make sure your passion burns all night." she said, a sideways glance to see his reaction.
The man groaned and wrestled against the chair again.
"Ohhh relax, no one uses those ingredients anymore. That's all fairy tales and hocus pocus," she waved her hand magically over the bubbling pot "everyone knows the real magic comes from the witch herself."
As she withdrew her hand the contents of the pot bubbled wildly, it spat and hissed, its colours rolled through the colours of the rainbow before settling on something close to electric blue. She scooped its contents into a small cup and smelt it. Her nose wrinkled and she recoiled slightly at the smell.
"I must say, I'm glad it's you that drinks this and not me." she said, moving towards the man, straddling his lap and reaching behind him to undo his gag. His cock instinctual throbbed against her, responding in delight to her touch.
"ughhh please... I don't want dragon blood..." the man blurted out as the gag fell from his mouth, a trail of saliva following behind and joining the rest running down his chest and abs "I promise I'll be a good boy, I don't want..."
She had pressed a finger to his mouth, which he obligingly fell silent to. Her hand traced his jaw line softly and down his neck, his shoulders and across his chest. Her fingertips teased across his nipples before she pinched one quickly and hard. The man recoiled and let out a gasp, wriggling in his chair.
"Of course you will be good," she said, twisting his nipple "now open your mouth, it's time for your drink. Every last drop and if you spill any you will regret it. "
The man sobbed, but opened his mouth as requested, allowing the contents of thecup to line his mouth. The smell was foul and the taste was worse. He gagged slightly, but swallowed quickly, afraid of coughing it back out and facing worse consequences.
"W-what was that Miss?" the man asked, his voice nervous and shy.
"Ohhh just a little something I've been working on," the witch replied, moving off the man's lap, discarding the cup and stroking his cock slowly "something to make you a little more fun for your Goddess."
The man moaned to her touch, he tried to buck his hips harder and faster into her hand, but his bindings wouldn't allow it. He sighed in frustration.
Distraction came to quickly to the man as he felt the concoction he drank begin to effect him. He felt the warmth spreading from his stomach. He felt his body tense. He felt his senses heighten. His muscles began to bulge, the athletic body of a farm hand was becoming more and more muscular. The room began to become blurry.
The Witch had stopped stroking his cock now, she stood back in admiration for what she had done. She watched him become the animalistic lover she craved. All of his muscles were hard and lined with thick veins. His cock too throbbed angrily as he trashed against the bindings that were now biting hard into his skin.
