Shoot a load in the witch's face. What do I have to lose?

Well, besides my life.

I pulled down my pants, quietly, and removed the rest of my clothes after a moment's thought. It could only make me louder, and I'd only get a single chance at it.

It only took a moment to bring my cock to life, it seemed to only be a touch away nowadays. That was okay, it served my purpose just fine. I turned my mind away from the pain I'd suffered and the price of failure; I thought instead of the innkeeper, with her beautiful black skin and her slender musculature. I thought of Anna, and the power I'd held over her before the end. I thought of what I would do if I ever returned to my hometown. These thoughts quickly roused me and built a tremendous pressure in my balls.

I was ready.

I snuck to the end of the cavern corridor and peered into the main room of the lair. I looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the aura. I found my eyes drawn to a corner of the cavernous room. There was a small study set up there, with a bed and a desk and a bookshelf. A slight illumination shone from the desk, the soft flickering of a candle, and a small figure was curled over the desk. I could faintly hear the scratching of quill on parchment.

I snuck forward, casting my eye over the room again; I didn't want to be snuck up on again.

"Fool." The witch said suddenly, pulling away from her work. "Did you think I wouldn't notice one of my undead being destroyed?"

I kept moving, since she hadn't turned around yet. In fact, I started to move faster. Not a run, not yet, but a purposeful stride.

"A silent warrior, are you?" She snorted derisively, reaching to her side. She grabbed a length of ironwood, pulling it to her side. "Or are you simply too afraid to speak?"

I'd come within a dozen feet of her, a little more than three meters. I reached down and gave myself a few more rubs, keeping myself primed and ready to fire. As I came within a few feet more, she started to turn, still speaking. "Well, then. I hope you've made peace with your gods, because you'll be seeing them soon."

She finished turning just as I made it within a meter of her; It seemed too easy, almost; her monologuing had very nearly sealed her fate by itself. In that moment, just before I let loose, I made a resolution; I would never monologue with my back to an enemy, ever.

Ever.

"...Where are your pants?" She managed to saw before I blew pitch-black cum all over her shirt and face. As she recoiled, I caught a good glimpse of her, noting her wide-brimmed pointed hat and her enveloping cloak; apparently she was dedicated to the 'witch' aesthetic.

Though I couldn't see her body under the cloak I could tell that she was on the petite side, with dark hair in a long braid. For a moment I thought I saw a cherubic face with a snowy complexion and a mole under one eye, then then that face seemed to overlap with another. After a moment the effect faded, leaving me with the snow-faced angel.

Her hands went up to wipe at the mesmerizing cum, and I could see her visibly fighting it. I had a revelation as I watched; had she been expecting it, she would have easily fought off the enchantment, and that she still might. I needed to do something, immediately.