A thick throbbing cock

As Mistress Vight's skirt disappeared in a whisp of smoke, leaving her naked from her corset-covered midriff down to her stocking covered thighs, what you saw between was shocking. Your eyes went wide at the sight of it. Even through the spell the sorceress had weaved on you, you found yourself leaning away slightly.

Rather than smooth folds of feminine pussy, what you saw was a thick meaty shaft. Semi-erect it was still twice the size of your own manhood, with a bulbous head already leaking pre-cum. A droplet of the pale substance dripped from the cockhead and splashed between your legs.

"Aahahahaha!" Mistress Vight laughed uproarously at your surprise, "Were you expecting something else, little Doe?" She asked, running a hand down her stiffening shaft. With a wave of her fingers, she gave a sharp command "Speak."

"B-but...y-you...I...!?" You managed a confused series of syllables as your eyes shifted between Vight's shaft and her plump breasts.

"Confused, are we?" Vight spoke up, pinching her fingers together, willing the glyph to cut off your ability to speak, "To answer whatever you were trying to ask, yes I am a woman. Though the wonders of alchemy and magic do have some interesting uses. A bit of potionwork and now I have a juicy cock for my little witchboi to suck..."

On that note, she bucks her hips forward, thrusting her dick towards your mouth. She glared down at you, waiting for you to comply to her desires. Judging by the look on her face you had two choices: suck willingly or be **** and suffer the consequences.