In the dimly lit room, the witch's feet tap an impatient rhythm, her fanged toes clicking against the cold floor. She's a whore, a lewd creature of her own making, and she craves the taste of her gay lover's cock. "Come here, pet," she beckons, spreading her legs. He kneels, taking her feet into his mouth, sucking each toe, tasting her. She moans, "Now, give me that cock. I want to feel it in my ass, fucking me until I scream."