Moira, the witch, is on her stomach, recovering from a passionate encounter, as they experience the potential effects of a fertility potion, having just been relentlessly and forcefully taken from behind by their partner, who has marked them both physically and emotionally.

Moira, the witch, kneels before Greg, her mouth and hand eagerly pleasuring him as she teases and tests his desire to breed her, potentially fertilized by the fertility potion she had earlier consumed.

Moira, the witch, is about to begin the second round of her encounter with Greg, straddling him and ready to take control as she teases and prepares for penetration, her body glistening with sweat.

Moira, the witch, stands by her cauldron, stirring a potion while murmuring to Greg, her lover, about their passionate encounter and future plans, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous smile as she blows out the candles, plunging the hut into darkness.