Amora was in terrible danger, but the drug that ran through her veins made everything seem like a beautiful dream. The liquid stone that was slowly binding the witch felt more like the warm touch of a gentle lover, holding the girl tenderly as it's large purple phallus drove into her with mechanical precision. It forced her legs up and wide, to receive more and more of the probing member into her core. Stone grew around Amora's breasts, pushing them up and rubbing them against her skillful hands.