Intercourse? Or ?

Garris retreats to the room he woke up in, trying to gain a tactical means of escape. He looks back at the chimney and dashes to it, climbing desperately to freedom. He emerges on the roof, now covered in soot. Garris notes the thick forest he’s in as he jumps off the one story cabin, no sign of the woman. He dusts himself off, still his mind races with lust, now picturing the woman. He snaps out of it, rationalization hits him as he realizes she must be a witch. “Fucking hell” he swears, dissatisfied with his conclusion. Just then, the house rises, revealing giant, bird like legs supporting it. Garris falls as the house corners him, and sprouts long wooden arms that hold him down. A door mutates at the front of it, and the witch walks out, now dressed in black lingerie with various crudely made sex toys hanging of the sinful outfit. She approaches him further as Garris both scowls and sweats. She opens her lustful lips and kisses Garris, her tongue wraps around his own in a one way wrestle. Garris jerks his head back and the temptress chuckles. “ hold him down tighter,” the house obeyed. the witch grinned “ I’ve waited a long time to let loose, you’ll be the first human cock i’ve gotten in decades.” Garris gulps as the houses grip on him tightens and she lowers herself to his crotch