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Marilla's eyes were wide with wonder as she beheld the wonders of this mystical realm. Her powerful physique was clad in a suit of shining armor, adorned with intricate designs that seemed to shimmer and dance in the light. In her hand she grasped a sword that pulsed with magical energy, its blade etched with runes that glowed like hot coals.
As she walked, Marilla's long white hair flowed behind her like a river of silver, her eyes fixed intently on some distant point as if drawn by an unseen force. Her skin was dark and smooth, unblemished by even the slightest imperfection, and her pubic hair was lush and curly, framing the thatch of black hair between her legs.
Marilla's massive breasts jutted forward like boulders, their nipples a deep pink hue that seemed to glow with an inner light. Her abs were chiseled from granite, each muscle etched with precision as if carved by some skilled artisan. And as she moved, the huge black shape between her legs swung back and forth like a pendulum, its sheer size seeming to defy all logic and reason.
The greatest warrior of all time strode forward, her very presence seeming to command the attention of all who beheld her. Her sword pulsed with power, its blade shining like a beacon as she marched towards her destiny. For Marilla was no ordinary warrior - she was a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding in her quest
