As the said witch entered her chambers, she smiled as she saw the child on her bed passed out. He was on his knees, ass in the air and arms out to either side. She could see the thick layer of lube glistening on the boy's asshole, but she laid down beside him, grabbing the bottle of firewhiskey that he had obviously gotten into. She took a few quick gulps, then she rolled the boy onto his back instead. His ass was tempting, but she had made the boy a promise. First, she leaned over his face, pressing a liqour tasting kiss to his lips, her tongue gliding into his mouth. Her hand slid down his stomach before grabbing his shaft and beginning to stroke it slowly, gently. Pulling her lips from his she whispered to him.