His intent was to worship the body of the witch. She screamed at the feel of his tongue sliding through her slick folds, reaching the sensitive bundle of nerves without hesitation. There was none of the teasing that he liked to employ when he wanted to remind her that he was in control. Somehow they were both in control in that moment. Or neither of them were. He devoured her, leaving no nerve untouched. As he combined the pressure of his mouth with two of his practiced fingers sliding inside her taut and ready body, she thought she would go mad with the pleasure. Her screams filled both of their ears, breaking the silence of the night.