There was no light in Kanoe's eyes as she was gently lifted off the demon's thick cock. Her mind had fallen into darkness as her eyes fell shut. Not a sound left her cept for the brief sucking sound of his member leaving her filled cunt. The witch was nothing but a mess on the bed. Thick white ooze covered all over her nude body. Excess demonic seed flowed out of her gaping sex, pooling on the sheets between her thighs. The moonlight from her open window caused what areas free of cum to glisten and shine with sweat from heavy exertion.

Even her mind completely blacked out, the bond between her and the doll remained. The feeling of the demon's hot rough flesh pressed against her as the doll cuddles up against her master. A brief quiver was all the real body could manage in response to the mystical stimuli. The tension was no longer there and the pleasure has finally ended leaving her body with one thing left, rest. The cold air from the window caresses over Kanoe's slowly rising chest. If she was concious it would probably be uncomfortable to her. But in her current state, her body did not care as her nipples remain hardened in the cool night air.

The woman was going to wake with a new horror in her mind. Not of being raped or of monsters and demons. She now had a fear of another Kanoe that now walks the night. A doll that looks just like her and bonded to her by blood and magic. She was now nothing but a puppet to a cruel demonic being. Will she be forced to dance to this monster's strings in the future?