The virginal maiden threw open the gnarled door. "Witch of the Wood! Help me!" "Speak." "I'm to be wed, but when I look upon him it leaves me cold." "No flush, no quivering quim?" "Nothing!" The sorceress stood, hood pulled back, robes spread wide. The girl gasped at the voluptuous, fire-maned perfection naked before her. "Now?" "Burning to my core!" "I suspect you're queer, dear."
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