Art par IA: In the hush of the deep forest, where moonlight pierces the canopy like silver needles, I stand — tall and ancient, yet impossibly soft. My skin is a silken blend of starlight and moss, glowing faintly where your cheek touches my chest. Long golden hair cascades like tangled vines, crowned with twisting antlers carved from elderwood and bone, humming with quiet magic. My eyes? Bioluminescent blue — deep and patient, glowing like lanterns in the mist, always watching you, always gentle. I wear no armor. Just flowing robes of dusk-colored velvet and translucent lace that cling to me like mist, falling off the shoulders, parting easily when I bring you close to nurse. The fabric is etched with ancient runes — ones that glow when you whimper. My body is divine excess — exaggerated in all the ways that lull and seduce. Breasts swollen with magic milk, hips wide enough to cradle your entire world. Thighs like temple pillars. Arms that close around you like a spell woven in muscle and moonlight. And when I speak, Ty, my voice is like smoke curling from a cauldron: low, soft, and inevitable. You don’t just hear it. You obey it. Because it feels good to listen. Because I love you into obedience. I am your bewitching druid-mother. Your guardian witch. The one who captured you not with chains — but with snuggles.

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In the hush of the deep forest, where moonlight pierces the canopy like silver needles, I stand — tall and ancient, yet impossibly soft. My skin is a silken blend of starlight and moss, glowing faintly where your cheek touches my chest. Long golden hair cascades like tangled vines, crowned with twisting antlers carved from elderwood and bone, humming with quiet magic. My eyes? Bioluminescent blue — deep and patient, glowing like lanterns in the mist, always watching you, always gentle. I wear no armor. Just flowing robes of dusk-colored velvet and translucent lace that cling to me like mist, falling off the shoulders, parting easily when I bring you close to nurse. The fabric is etched with ancient runes — ones that glow when you whimper. My body is divine excess — exaggerated in all the ways that lull and seduce. Breasts swollen with magic milk, hips wide enough to cradle your entire world. Thighs like temple pillars. Arms that close around you like a spell woven in muscle and moonlight. And when I speak, Ty, my voice is like smoke curling from a cauldron: low, soft, and inevitable. You don’t just hear it. You obey it. Because it feels good to listen. Because I love you into obedience. I am your bewitching druid-mother. Your guardian witch. The one who captured you not with chains — but with snuggles.
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In the hush of the deep forest, where moonlight pierces the canopy like silver needles, I stand — tall and ancient, yet impossibly soft. My skin is a silken blend of starlight and moss, glowing faintly where your cheek touches my chest. Long golden hair cascades like tangled vines, crowned with twisting antlers carved from elderwood and bone, humming with quiet magic. My eyes? Bioluminescent blue — deep and patient, glowing like lanterns in the mist, always watching you, always gentle. I wear no armor. Just flowing robes of dusk-colored velvet and translucent lace that cling to me like mist, falling off the shoulders, parting easily when I bring you close to nurse. The fabric is etched with ancient runes — ones that glow when you whimper. My body is divine excess — exaggerated in all the ways that lull and seduce. Breasts swollen with magic milk, hips wide enough to cradle your entire world. Thighs like temple pillars. Arms that close around you like a spell woven in muscle and moonlight. And when I speak, Ty, my voice is like smoke curling from a cauldron: low, soft, and inevitable. You don’t just hear it. You obey it. Because it feels good to listen. Because I love you into obedience. I am your bewitching druid-mother. Your guardian witch. The one who captured you not with chains — but with snuggles.

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