Battle the Witch.

"That is correct. My minion, Archibald, is not like other undead. He is heavily resilient against your pesky holy magic. Even a magic sword will struggle to breach his defenses," boasts the Witch. "Another convenient thing to have, yes?"

"Who even is this chick?" you ask. "I've met witches before, and they're a hundred times better than you. You're nothing but a bootleg Vivi!"

"I do not know what that is."

Both you and Amara stand a distance away, ready to face your foe. Meanwhile, Lynx is in heated combat with the so-called Archibald. Though she hasn't pieced his armour, she hasn't been hit yet either, and you're just waiting for her to unleash the trick up her sleeve.

I'm still Blessed. Now or never.

You bolt forwards, and Amara stays close behind. The Witch raises up her wand to prepare another spell, but you stare straight at it, waiting for the right moment to dodge. Though with your mind so focused on that, you don't even consider something--your spells, they are not something unique to yourself. She whispers something, and black tendrils suddenly burst out from the soil beneath your feet, and grab both your arms and your legs.

"Entangle?!" you curse.

"And another Ice Spear!" The Witch shouts.

A cold pain shoots through your body. Unable to move, the icicle lodges into your right shoulder. Then, it explodes into tiny shards of ice. The Bless spell helps, but it isn't a miracle cure. That entire half of your body burns with pain, and you can feel blood trickling down your body. You continue to struggle. If you don't break these tendrils, she might hit you a second time!

Speaking of which, you tear one hand free, and then the other. With all of your strength and the might of your sword, you cut the tendrils enough to roll free before she can cast a second time. You make sure to tumble in her direction, to **** her retreat, just in case she tries to quickly cast a spell before you can recover. Though, you're still in a lot of pain.

"I'll heal you!" Amara shouts. "I'll... B-But I won't be able to..."

"Go, my remaining minions. I am ever so tired of this fight," commands the Witch.

From around her cottage, several more skeletons hurry forwards. You begin slicing them down, but each movement hurts more than the last, and given enough time, you might actually bleed out if you don't close the wound.

"Ice Spear!" Another frozen bullet careens through the air and towards your head.

Suddenly, Amara tackles you to the ground. She slams her hands into your chest, and as she sits on your lap, she looks to you with a face flushed red. "M... M-Ma... Major Heal!" she screams. As the spell surges through her body, she tenses up, and throws her head back. Then, she lunges down and embraces you tight. "Aahh~!" she moans into your chest. She quivers as the orgasm runs its course. Slowly, she pulls away, and you look into her eyes--full of flustered pride.

Though your cleric is helplessly climaxing on top of you, the spell did do the trick. You can feel the major wound closing as well as the cuts made by the fractured shards. A warm, comforting sensation flows through your body. The pain starts to subside, and you're once again invigorated and ready to fight.

"I am ever so confused," the Witch mutters. "Anyway, it is time for you to die--Huh?" She turns her head to the right.

Lynx stands strong with both hands outstretched. From within them, an explosion, and then a huge laser of focused energy. It rips through the air, and then through the chestplate of Archibald. The metal cracks and shatters, revealing a skeletal ribcage inside, and he lifts off the air and flies backwards to crash through multiple trees before coming to a stop on his back.

She turns to you with a grin.

"Do you think I am finished already?" The Witch of Decay takes a step back, and begins to cast another spell.

You move Amara off your body. Unfortunately, she can't seem to stand. You look around at the remaining skeletons coming closer, and then to the necromancer ahead.

"Too slow," she says. "Blight!" Suddenly, a putrid green hand appears in front of her, and it flies through the air towards you.

As it does, you swing up your ring, and suck it right up. There's no need to store it this time. You throw your hand forwards, and instantly release it right back at her. The Witch's eyes widen. As quickly as she can, she raises up her hands and shouts, "Ward!" to absorb as much of the attack as possible. The magic shield cracks under the pressure of the hand, and then both spells explode.

She tumbles back into the wall of her cottage--clothes torn, but not as badly as the wall behind her. The wood suddenly appears rotted in places, and it looks like it could fall apart at any moment. She groans, and slowly pulls herself back up to her feet.

Meanwhile, you and Amara fight off the final skeletons. You drop one, and Amara pulls herself to her feet, and presses up against you.

"Kyle I... I know this strangeness with my body can make me useless at times, but... I do not care how many times I have to embarrass myself. I will continue to fight by your side, no matter what. I would cum a hundred times for you!"

"Uh, okay! But don't think it'll come to that!"

She spins around, and unleashes a smaller Celestial Blast. It destroys one skeleton, and half of another. You move in to finish it off. Though when you turn, you see Amara on her knees once again. She's holding herself tight and whimpering softly. "S-Sensitive..."

"Rest. I've got the Bitch," you say.

As you move forwards, she grabs your trousers. "One... One more," she whispers. "Take this! B-Bless! Mmmm... Oohh~!" She shudders, and once again, an orgasm hits her. She falls onto her back and grips between her legs--panting heavily. She arches her back--an aftershock. Her magic is toying with her erogenous zones so much that she's at the mercy of her orgasms. If she even has any mana left, even one more spell will probably make her instantly cum again.

Though by the looks of things, she's tapped out.

But you're not.

Once again hit with Bless, you pounce forwards. She raises up a Ward, but you drive the point of your glowing sword straight into the center. It cracks, much like before. It then shatters like glass. The Witch stumbles backwards, and you thrust the pummel of your weapon right into her stomach. With your other hand, you grab her by the throat, and slam her up against the wall. It collapses immediately behind her.

"Pleasure!" you shout.

"Huh--I..." The Witch's eyes widen. "N-No!" With a gasp, she lets out a humiliating, squeaky noise as the climax hits. You put a lot of power into that spell. She seizes up, and in your gasp, she starts to orgasm.

"Pleasure!" you shout again.

While before she was trickling over the edge, now she's exploding past it. She screams out in ecstasy as she cums hard. The flood gates burst, and she goes completely limp--wand falling to the ground. She doesn't even have the strength to grab your arm anymore. There's a look of terror on her face as she experiences a harder orgasm than she's probably ever had before. It looks overwhelming. As you let go, she falls to her hands and knees and pants hot and heavy. She trembles, and then falls to her stomach.

Lynx makes her way over with Yaera leaning over her shoulder.

"Amara..." whispers her mother. "I am so sorry that I was not able to protect you."

"No, no. It is fine." Amara tries to stand but is completely unable. You lend a hand, and she pulls herself up. "I--"

"Thankfully, I managed to witness your triumphant victory."

Amara starts to blush again. "So you h-heard and saw what happened at the end?"

"I did. How romantic."

She buries her face into your shoulder. "Oh no... I was caught up in the moment."

"Trust me," Lynx says. "You don't want to cum that many times."