The intentions of female-cutie become clearer...

While Jason continued to lie relaxed on the couch, enjoying the post-orgasmic euphoria, the woman (with unexpected dexterity) stood barefoot on the floor.

She took quick steps to the far side of the room (towards the cauldron).

Her graceful figure looked charming and seductive.

The fabric of the dark blue robe slightly moved to the sides when she walked - so you could see the silhouettes of plump buttocks.

With each step, droplets of sperm fell from her wet cunt onto the floor.

The woman's graceful hands were distinguished not only by soft "velvety" skin...

The prince's gaze barely had time to notice something strange on the delicate female fingers...

Long and sharp claws!

These claws were covered in red liquid...

Blood!

Drops of this blood drip onto the floor of the room just like drops of sperm...

The next second, something painfully burned the prince's chest...

The shimmering amulet on a silver chain heated up to the limit and (despite the small amount of remaining magical energy) began to pulsate, emitting a weak orange glow.

It looks like a **** warning of a threat...

Suddenly, the prince seemed to wake up from a mystical obsession that clouded his consciousness.

The awareness of danger pierced the mind of Jason.

The blood on the claws of this woman - it was his own blood...

During sex, something more serious happened than passionate embraces and a few scratches on his back...

The prince's body feels a strange weakness and... a growing feeling of pain.

Jason feels his back...

There are traces of blood on his palm.

Touching the many wounds from the claws makes the prince let out a painful groan.

It's getting dark before his eyes.

And he also hears... a female giggle.

"You came here just in time, little prince... Your visit has given me pleasure, much more than you can imagine with your primitive mind... You will not have to go anywhere else... Heh... Heh..." - the words of the female voice echo inside his head.

These words exude mocking superiority and sneering, insidious satisfaction.

As if a cat is happy that a mouse has fallen into her trap...

Jason blinks and tries his best to restore his vision.

The heat of the amulet sears the skin painfully, but seems to contribute to success.

The prince sees the room again and the woman, who is walking around the cauldron, performing strange, frightening actions.

The prince strains his strength, trying to overcome the attack of weakness and get up from the couch.

He manages to notice that the woman extends her hand over the cauldron - drops of blood drip from her claws directly into the bubbling greenish liquid in the cauldron.

At the same time, she continues to walk around the cauldron in some perverted and unholy semblance of a ritual dance.

Another drop of blood falls ...

Then another ...

In addition to using the prince's blood, the woman does something even more insane - she touches her cunt with her fingers, and then she shakes drops of sperm into the brew bubbling in the cauldron. She monotonously sings some strange phrases with each of her actions:

«Blood and seed

It is need

Mind, soul and flesh

All in Weaver's mesh…»

Jason can barely stand on his feet.

Because of the pain in his wounds and the weakness in his whole body, the prince almost loses consciousness.

Only the burning pain from the red-hot shimmering amulet on a silver chain somehow inexplicably allows Jason to maintain the remnants of his composure and will.

On trembling legs, he takes a step towards the exit of the room…

«Run! I need to run away from here right now!» - the panicked thoughts in Jason's head quite clearly motivate him to escape from this terrifying place.

Meanwhile, the woman continues to perform a vile ritual over the cauldron.

The sounds of her melodic voice fill the space of the room and, in a strange mystical way, sound like a polyphonic echo in the prince's head.

This voice seems to be trying to break the will of Jason and subjugate his psyche...

The ritual phrases that the woman sings frighten the prince with their hidden mystical meaning, which clearly does not bode well for the fate of Jason:

"Caldron is boiling, smoking...

**** of decrepit king

Blood and bile flow faster

Soon reigns the Beasts Master

Thunder rumbles amidst roar

There's sneaking one of Four

Lie are like a dark thicket

In their flesh a poison pricket

Lie are always sweeter than freewill

For dark embrace – need some kill...

And a puppies of dead bitch...

Obey will of Weaver's hitch..."

A couple more steps towards the exit of the room...

"Damn... This is some kind of nightmare! I need to quickly escape from this trap!" - the prince thinks.

Suddenly his legs are entangled by some strong and thick plant roots that have appeared from the floor!

"In vain you were going to run somewhere, boy! Your visit was such a stroke of luck - the stupid son of Grinning Fox himself walked into a trap! What a funny irony! My Mistress will be very pleased with the opportunity to trick Trickster and disrupt his plans! Heh... Heh... There are still many fluids in your body that will be very useful! I will "milk" you dry! Even your bones will be put to good use... Heh... Heh... Mistress-Weaver and the coven will be very pleased..." - the woman's voice exudes sadistic pleasure.

Jason realizes that he has very little chance of salvation...

Shimmering amulet on a silver chain burns his skin more and more...

If the prince does not come up with a way to save himself right now, it is already obvious that he will not leave this terrible tree-house alive.

The amulet has little magical energy due to the fact that it had to be used to scare off various monsters during the long journey through the forest.

Perhaps the amulet can be filled with magical energy in some accelerated way.

However, this will require significant sacrifices...

And success is not at all guaranteed...