Pounce!

You leap at the bewitching beauty, hands raised ready to grab those delightfully freckled breasts... and you sail straight through her and stumble headlong into the cauldron, slamming solidly into he waist high lip of it and flipping neatly into its bubbling contents headfirst.

You surface with a splash to hear musical laughter, spluttering and gasping, though you're relieved to find that its contents are not as hot as you'd assumed - it's more like being in a hot tub than anything. Standing across the room, leaning against the wall and giggling happily, is Auora, fully clothed once more, arms folded primly beneath her chest.

"Fell for the old "Naked Temptation" illusion, eh? It's the oldest one in the book!"

Angrily, you grab hold of the rim of the cauldron and struggle to pull yourself out of it, and she whips out a star-tipped wand and jabs it towards you. A bolt of invisible energy hits you in your chest and you flop back into the cauldron, sending up further splashes.

"Ah ah ah, remember the room rules? You fell into the cauldron. You've lost."

Your spirit sags and you curse bitterly. She right, according to her room rules, it's game over for you. You gulp, trying to mentally prepare yourself for a night being reamed as the Black Roses fuck-toy.

"Of course," she says, grinning, "You lost to one of the special rules, so you get to experience a special defeat. It's time for you to pay a forefit."

"What?" you ask, confused and uncomfortable. You're not being sent to Rose? Well, that's good, but... the water around you is unusually... active. You can feel the hot currents and bubbles brushing and flowing all around you, sneaking into your clothes, clustering around your genitals...

"You see, you have something that's of value to me, as a wily wiccan witch."

You gulp. The waters seem to be churning furiously around your crotch now, your dick is rock hard and incredibly sensitive feeling, and the heat of the tub is making you feel incredibly weak.

"Wh..what's that?" you ask feebly, sagging back into the waters.

"Semen," she says primly. "Spunk. Cum. Man-Milk. The very essence of masculinity. It's very powerfully ju-ju, and you have it, and I want it."

Floating, limp limbed and helpless, in the broiling water, you orgasm with a low dispairing groan. It feels both intense and oddly.. distant.

"I want all of it. Every last drop you have."

She walks forward and leans on the edge of the cauldron, smirking down at you. Gazing weakly up at her, you cum again, and the waters churn harder and harder.

"My cauldrons going to drain you dry, little man. The more you give it, the weaker you get - and the stronger it gets. The stronger I get."

You slip further into the water, groaning as you come twice more. You feel so drained, you couldn't move a muscle. She reaches down and pulls your head up, easily, making sure your nose and mouth is out of the water, and just the feel of her fingers on your face makes you cum again.

"Don't worry little cow, I'm going to take goood care of you. You're going to be safe and happy, and give me lots and lots of man milk. You're going to be my pet for a long, long time."

You float there in the bubbling water, barely able to think, your orgasms speeding up to become almost constant. Oh well, you muse as your thoughts slip away forever, at least you're not going to have to worry about your student debts any more....