The witches new chamber

Zagreus picks up the blown of chamber door and puts it back in place with his **** godgiven strength. Later he and the witch cook up a concuction which even the witch doesnt seem to know before he picks her and throws her in the chamber she locked him in, he also tosses her a few odd locking viles some rope and a sword hilt that was nearby saying.

Zagreus: Youll need these

Before the witch can answer the prince shuts the chamber door and blocks it with heave stones to make sure she never makes it out. He connects the pipes of the chamber to the concuction he and the witch have cooked up so that the fumes will go into her chamber. The pot will continue to boil for a century thanks to the immense heat within Tartarus and the ingrediants the prince choosing vaporising incredibly slow.

Witch: Prince?! Dear prince what are you up to? You have forgiven havent you?

The witch screams from within the chamber as gas starts coming in and she cant hold her breath for long before she inhales some of it. At first she doesnt feel a thing but then, she becomes increasingly hotter and hotter until she crumbles to her knees. Without even noticing her hands slip inbetween her legs amd she starts fingering herself, her breathing becoming ragged and unstable, her moans becoming louder and wilder all the while she cries.

Witch: Ahh ahh prince! Dear prince i cant take it anymore! Please release me. Or atleast come in and satisfy my sorry pussy please!

Before long the witch understood why Zagreus gave her what he tossed into her chamber. Sbe grabbed the sword hilt and stsrted fucking herself with it deep and hard. She plugged her asshole with the vials she was given, and tied the rope around her breasts to feel the friction. After some time only moans and cries of pleasure could be heard from where once was an incredibly strong witch.

Zagreus: Wish i could have seen her squirm. But i best be in my way, im nearly to asphodle.