Originally a custom video commission, but no names were used. Get in touch for your own idea, I love filming occult and vore customs! In the heart of a dense, shadowy forest, a tale of dark seduction and insatiable hunger unfolds. A lost boy who ran away from home desperate for shelter, stumbles upon an enchanting abode, not knowing that within its walls lurks a voluptuous enchantress with an appetite for more than just the physical.  As the boy approaches the house, his fate is sealed. The witch, Sophia Sylvan, a vision of BBW beauty and power, greets him with a warm, inviting smile that belies her true intentions.  She is wearing a long, flowing black velvet top, tied off at the waist and an arousingly short miniskirt with black stockings.With each lick of her lips and every hungry gaze, she weaves a spell of entrapment, promising safety while her stomach growls for a different kind of sustenance.  Inside, the witch offers the boy a cup of tea, her words dripping with double entendres as she guides him to his temporary resting place. The night falls, and the witch's true nature reveals itself. With the boy in bed, she silently enters his room, her now naked curves silhouetted by the warm glow of the red room which is her inner sanctum. Only her black stockings remain. The seduction turns primal as she straddles his face, her ample flesh enveloping him in a warm, all encompassing embrace. His limbs are bound, his fate inevitable. The witch whispers her dark desires, her voice a blend of sweetness and malevolence as she details the fate that awaits him. She binds his limbs to her bed. Her tongue traces a path across his quivering body, a preview of the feast to come. The witch's hunger intensifies, and she turns her attention to his manhood. In a POV style, the viewer is drawn into the intimate act of fellatio, the witch's lips and tongue working in tandem with her insatiable hunger. Just as the boy reaches the brink, the witch's true craving can no longer be denied. With a swift motion, she captures his most sensitive flesh between her teeth, her chewing sounds a grim reminder of her vore desires. The boy watches in horror as she consumes him piece by piece, her commentary a twisted lullaby of digestion and transformation. The witch's dominance is absolute as she shifts to a sideview, her hands pinning the boy's body as she feasts on his flesh. Her words are a dark promise, hinting at the inevitable end that awaits him. Thirsty for more, the witch pierces the boy's neck, her lips locking onto his vein as she drinks deeply. The scene is intimate and terrifying, a dance of the occult played out in the quiet of the witch's lair. With the boy's life fluid coursing through her, the witch savours the final moments. Her gaze fixed on his remaining eye, she plucks it from its socket, a morbid representation of her final act. As the view fades to black, the sounds of her continued feast echo in the darkness, a chilling end to a tale of vore and witchcraft.