Especially a futa witch

I don't remember much of what happened after she dislodged her dick from my throat, all the cum and saliva in my body just seemed to rush out my throat as I fell onto the floor, my vision was incredibly blurry and my breath was short. I coughed and wheezed as I looked up at her imposing blurry figure. I felt my wrists become tied by some kind of rope before I passed out completely.

I fell into a warm relaxing sleep for what felt like hours, my consciousness was happily drifting in and out of a dream like state. In my sleep I felt her touch me multiple times, I specifically remember the feeling of being carried. My breath was finally starting to calm down, I felt my consciousness start to drift back in, her steady breath was making a mental metronome in my head as I tried to race the clock to wake up.

I felt it slipping back, I was almost there.

I gasped for breath and attempted to sit up but was quickly met with restraint. I opened up eyes and was met with the familiar scene of my own watchtower bedroom, only one candle was lit and the damn witch was nowhere to be seen. Before I could further collect my thoughts my nose picked up a pungent odor, it almost smelled like.... pineapple dragon herb.... or vaempor root... or maybe orc blood?

I thought to myself for a moment before I started to connect some dots. Pineapple dragon herb was mainly meant for increased sperm count, vaempor root was usually used for regeneration but when the user is unharmed, it will cause growth towards whatever the user wants but it requires a very advanced spell. Orc blood was used for many spells, I have no idea what kind of spell she could be planning to use.

I started to panic, my hands were shaking and I started to cower as I felt the impending dread of what she could be crafting down there. I heard bubbling and her loud cackle. I looked around at my wall and scoured through each and every thing I possessed. Boar heads, minotaur horns, a couple of wands. I searched in the dark for what felt like minutes before my eyes ran across the old adamantium gauntlet I got from that skeleton merchant. He said it could be called to action or something to that matter, shit what were the words?

I lowered my breath and whispered, "fivefold commandment come forth..."

The palm of the gauntlet opened up and it levitated ever so slightly into the air. I whispered in a commanding tone, "Untie my wrist."

The gauntlet started to float towards my hands and slowly began untying my right wrist. Within a couple seconds it was free, I quickly reached down and started to untie the rope that was on my ankle. By the time I finished tying both ankles, the gauntlet had just finished untying my left wrist. I was free, I slowly moved my leg from my bed and quietly pressed it in into the creaky wood floor.

CRREEEEEKKKK.

I'm fucked

I stood there in silence as her cackling came to a halt, I remained frozen as I felt every impending second pass.

"What do you think you're doing?"

I jumped back in utter shock as I felt her hand cup my shoulder. I didn't dare look at her now, I should just accept my fate.

"You know when someone has you tied down, it's not usually a good idea to get caught," she grabbed my hair and pulled it back, "You little slut, look at me when I'm talking to you!"

I stared up at her, speechless, tears started to fill my eyes. Her towering figure and now bright red eyes pierced my soul. She grabbed my neck with one arm and slowly began to lift me up, I started to ****. She gave me a lustful smirk as her eyes started to squint. "What part of 'you are my **** for the night' is so hard for you to understand?"

My hands were clawing at her clamped grip as I felt my last bit of breath start to fade away, "What a helpless little slut you are, you're gonna love what I have in store for you tonight!"