All human characters are at least 18, all the witches at least 200 years old.
The Tale of the Wicked Witch and Her Three Daughters
or The Vain Princess
From a notebook of the Brothers Grimm that was thought to be lost
Once there was a king who had a beautiful daughter. The queen had died before her time and the princess was his only child. She had golden hair and a lovely face and her extraordinary beauty was praised far beyond the borders of the kingdom.
On her eighteenth birthday she had a big party. Many kings and queens and princes and princesses came from near and far to take part in the celebrations. They brought precious gifts, barrettes for her golden hair and ointments for her soft skin, perfumes for her sensitive nose and bracelets for her delicate wrists.
In the castle yard, the ordinary people danced and sang and feasted all day. The wicked witch, however, and her three daughters had not been invited.
Furious, the old witch was out for revenge. Disguised as a market woman, she came to the castle and gave the princess a bowl of sweet wild berries. The king's daughter was so delighted with the gift that she asked the woman in which enchanted corner of the forest these delicious fruit would grow. Unsuspectingly, she followed the old woman into the forest. In the middle of the wood the witch revealed her true identity and locked her in a cage.
The princess rattled at the bars and begged for mercy. The wicked witch, however, only laughed at her. She reached into the cage and stroked her captive's golden hair.
'Hell will freeze over before I let you go. You are mine. As long as you are in my cage the king will keep sending his men for your rescue. I and my daughters will have fun with them,' she said, 'and every now and then we may play with you too, my darling.'
The beautiful princess dropped her gaze in despair. Bitter tears rolled down her cheeks.
When the king heard the terrible news he was deeply grieved. He promised his daughter's hand in marriage to the brave man who would bring her back. More than fifty noble and brave men had a try at the challenge but none of them ever returned. And so the time passed.
Eventually a poor journeyman came to the kingdom. He wondered why everybody was so sad, and the people in the castle told him of the king's misery.
'Nothing ventured, nothing gained,' the young man thought, 'well begun is half done!'
He asked for an audience with the king, promised to rescue the princess, took one of the king's horses, and set out for the forest. After about an hour he reached the witch's cottage on the edge of a clearing and knocked at the wooden door. The wicked witch answered the door to him.
'What do you want?' she asked and scrutinized him with a lustful look. The witch had long gray hair and a wart on her hooked nose.
'I have come to free the beautiful princess,' the young man replied boldly.
'What a brave young man,' the witch said and licked her thin lips, 'well, here is your task: If you succeed to resist each of my three daughters for one night, I shall release the princess. But if you get a hard-on only once I shall take your cock and eat it.'
The young man looked at the old witch and thought that it could not be that difficult a task.
'Nothing ventured, nothing gained,' he replied, 'I'll try it.'
The wicked witch let out a filthy laugh and said: 'So be it!'
On the first evening the young man came to the witch's cottage, lowered his pants and waited. Soon after a gorgeous woman entered the room.
She had long, blonde hair, sky-blue eyes, a cute face, and a petite body. The beauty wore a thin, light-colored robe and a stylish witch's hat. She approached him on bare feet with small, tripping steps, stopped right in front of him, and looked him in the face. Her perfume smelled delicately of forest herbs.
Slowly she bared her shoulder. He looked at her flawless fair skin and swallowed hard. She slipped her robe off the other shoulder. With her hat in front of her like a shield she stood there while the robe slid down her naked body. Her blue eyes sparkled merrily at him over the brim. Before the dropping fabric allowed a glimpse of her pubes, however, she lowered her hat a little, revealing only a beaming smile above the brim instead of her pussy below.
She started dancing gracefully to an imaginary tune before his eyes. Eventually, she tossed her hat aside with an elegant flourish. She had perfect little breasts and soft pubic hair which was a slightly darker shade of blonde.
She was drop-dead beautiful. If you wanted to find something unfavorable, there were two little devil's horns peeking out of her long blonde hair.
The young man tried to distract himself by thinking of the king's daughter but that was not a good idea. He almost got a hard-on.
The naked cutie turned her back on him and wiggled her hips and her bottom. She gave him seductive looks over her shoulder and blew little kisses to him. She turned round and looked at him with a feigned expression of innocence, cradling her breasts in her hands. She raised her arms above her head, thrust her chest out at him and shook her breasts teasingly. Only with great effort he made it until dawn.
The blonde looked disappointed and walked away.
The young man thought that he had survived the worst and returned to the witch's cottage the next evening. With his pants down, he waited for what was to come.
Soon after a beautiful woman entered the room. Her long wavy hair was black as night. Her dark eyes glinted. She looked at him intensely and bit lustfully her lower lip.
Seemingly reluctant, she began to fiddle with her dark red robe. As if by accident, she flashed some patch of skin every so often, sometimes her delicate shoulder and once even a tiny bit of her dark areola. Slowly the hem of her robe travelled over her knee and up an endlessly long leg until he could almost take a peek at her pubes.
Eventually she stripped down with graceful movements, bashfully covering her nipples and her pussy with her small hands.
