The woman who stepped out of the cottage was the picture of a middle-aged bombshell. Her body, hips and breasts especially, were wide and curvaceous, hidden beneath a faux-modest dress that just-so-happened to cling to her most attractive features. The fabric around her midsection gave the slightest hint of a belly which only enhanced what one could call her "milf-y" aura. Indeed, which most woman would decry slightly-sagging breasts and minor crows feet, these features only seemed to make her all the hotter.
Aaron himself might have appreciated such beauty had he not already thrown himself into a furious charge. The witch rolled her eyes at the approaching threat, more annoyed than anything. Paying no heed to the three hundred pound man rushing at her, she bent forward a pulled at the end of her dress, raising it above her head and exposing her almost-nude body below. He came to a sudden halt as his eyes met her buxom tits, clasped delicately in a lace bra. He stared at her dumbfounded, his rage melting away into mixture of arousal and confusion.
Unfortunately for him, that was all she needed. A familiar pain shot through his legs as both his body and cock began to harden (though in two very different ways). Lowering her dress, the witch approached with a victor's grin.
"I didn't expect you'd get out that soon," she taunted. "Hell, you were so close to that dungeon I figured some goblins would carry you off before anyone would even come across you!"
Aaron made a desperate attempt to strike out, but his quickly solidifying limbs jerked awkwardly at his command. She easily side-stepped the swing, knocking the weapon to the ground and positioning herself behind him. The witch pressed her soft rack firmly against his back as she guided him to the ground. He was powerless to resist.
"I'm not sure who got you out," she continued, "but they clearly didn't realize just jerking you off wouldn't break the curse. You were gonna turn to stone the second you got horny again anyways."
The witch muttered something arcane and brought forth sparks upon her finger tips. She pressed this magic into Aaron's lower back and proceeded to press the barbarian's torso down, down, down. Aaron gurgled in disgust as his mouth, frozen open mid-groan, was forced to take into his own cock. The witch squeezed his lips shut and began to rock her tits harder against his body as the final stages kicked in.
"There," she said triumphantly as he was returned fully to his statuesque state, "with your mouth wrapped around your cock like this, there's no way for anyone to unfreeze you. Well, not without drilling through your skull, anyways."
The witch rose from the ground and made towards her cabin, willing Aaron away with an absentminded wave of the hand. He was magically deposited atop an empty base not far from Ty's hiding place.
Just as Ty had predicted, Aaron had been soundly defeated. Worse, the witch's clever autofellatio trick made him impossible to save (in the same way, at least). He considered his options carefully before deciding to...