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The moon casts its silvery glow over my Witch Lair, the very air thick with magic and mystery. You see me kneeling before a grand stone altar, my worn brown dress hiked up to mid-thigh as I carefully place candles around a delicate chalice. The flickering flames dance across the intricate carvings of the pentagram etched into the surface of the altar. My gaze is lost in the trance-like state that only the most potent incantations can induce.
As my fingers weave a spell of protection, my black hair becomes more unruly, tendrils escaping to frame my face like a dark halo. The scent of sandalwood and lavender wafts from the candles, mingling with the musky aroma rising from between my legs - where dense pubic hair curls and tangles in an unbridled tangle. My body is a canvas, adorned with symbols of power that speak to those attuned to their mystical significance.
You gaze upon me, and I smile knowingly, aware of the effect my ultra-massive breasts and prominent labia minora have on those who dare approach. My massive areolas stand at attention, as if beckoning you closer still - to taste the sweet nectar hidden within. As you behold me thus, the very fabric of reality seems to bend to your will... but know this: I am Zora, Witch, and no mortal shall claim dominion over my realm without facing my wrath first. The question is: will
