Attack!

From her throne, the mother can not see your entrance. And now that her guards are gone, you are at no risk of being discovered.

You creep towards the back of her throne, slowly and cautiously, knife in hand. You can see the back of her head, her long locks flowing down onto her robe. She sits smugly, ignorant to her impending doom.

Your breast aflutter, you readjust your grip on the knife, before heftily swinging it over the throne, directly towards the mother's head. As the blade makes contact and sinks in, she disintegrates into smoke. Nothing but her robes and jewelry are left, laying in a pile in her seat.

For a moment you freeze, worried about how you could possibly prove this kill, but your mind pushes those worries aside as you begin to laugh. You've done it- you've cut down the Witchmother, and all without a scratch. You scoop down and pick up her robes, trying for a closer look.

You laugh again, holding the robes up, immensely proud of yourself. The room begins to laugh along with you, and you finally feel the pride of a true monster hunter swell up in your chest.

The room, however, does not stop laughing, and you understand the situation far too late. Holding the robe still, you turn to see the mother standing seductively, one hip cocked with a hand resting on it.

The first thing you realize- whatever transportation spell she attempted does not work on clothes. She stand buck naked, her ivory skin exposed to the air, her pose and expression clearly showing she was not bothered by it. However, you note her free arm is lifted to cover the center of both full breasts. She isn't laughing anymore.

You look, unable to move, at her naked form. Her arm covers her breasts, but she quickly adjusts her hair to cover them even more. Despite her motherly persona, she seems to be unwilling to expose that part of her body, a sentiment you consider confirmed as her cocky look falls for the brief second she adjusts herself. After that fleeting moment, she puts the smirk back on, and begins to address you.

"You know, it was once upon a time that I would take in the young girls sent my way by the guild. Take them under my wing, accept them as a member of the coven." She stepped slowly and seductively towards you as she spoke, her smug expression quickly disappearing into what you read as pure rage. "But I am getting very, very tired of you amateur whores."

You were frozen, your heart nearly beating out of your chest as she approached you step by step. Her teasing waltz slowly transitioned into an angry stomp as she approached you and dropped the facade.

"And you, the inexperienced little pawn that's been stomping around our cave all day- however many cocks you had to pump to buy a spot in your pathetic guild will be nothing compared to what I have in store for you." Her two demons reappeared, clearly bothered to have been pulled away from their current business, until they set their eyes on you.

The mother was just before you now, clearly unimpressed, with both demons at her side. She swung on her heel, and began to waltz away again, masking her rage once more. "Do with her as you will. Summon me when you've had your fun." She spoke to the demons.

Luckily for you, they were more interested in her nude form than in you with your robes. Her wide hips and hourglass figure meant that, despite covering her breasts, there was more than enough for them to feast their eyes on with her backside turned towards them, and that momentary distraction would have to be your saving grace.

Now is your moment to escape!