Offer the Mother

The coven will have to answer to their crimes someday, but they have suffered enough. This is the Witchmother's mess, and her bounty, and it's time for her to swallow the consequences.

"Here's the deal." You say, with all of your chest. You look to Mother as you speak, and you point. "She started this. And she subjected her coven to pleasuring you all endlessly." The Mother shakes her head erratically, but doesn't look up as you speak, while both demons and witches murmur amongst themselves.

"I'd say she deserves to see what it's like. Demons! Form a line. Everyone gets a turn with Mother. And if she won't do anything you want done, anything at all, she gets to take you all at the same time." Mother remains silent and still, seemingly hollow, and no witches object to your words.

"Have at her."

Immediately, a beast lifts Mother to her feet by her hair. She roars in pure, primal resistance, but the Demon ignores her. He grabs at her hair in a handful, tugging at it violently as he pulls it all back, leaving only her arms desperately covering her breasts, clinging with all of her physical strength.

A hand on both wrists, she fights to avoid being pried away, but it's futile. Her breasts drop, exposed, and exclamations can be heard from every corner of the room. Some voices snicker and cheer as she sneers, and finally breaks her silence. "You will pay for this! Every last soul in this room- each of you vile things!"

She is dragged into the crowd of demons, all of whom roar in pleasure. The witches quickly disperse, having absolutely no objections to the events of the evening.

You'll have your bounty. But you've got some time to kill, first. For now, you take a seat in her throne, your chest still swelling with pure pride as you watch your bounty be spitroasted. The demons, true to their word, disappear one by one as they are satisfied. But even after you lose track of time, she is surrounded by countless more.

You've beaten the Witchmother!