Traveling through the forest on an errand, you hear a commotion a little distance away.

Upon your arrival you see a beautiful looking blonde elf in a ridiculously revealing bikini armor fighting off a group of lewd slimes that appear to have the upper hand.

"Unhand me you disgusting creatures!" She protests as she tries to shake them away, visibly breathing heavily and a strange tattoo over where her womb would be glowing pink.

"Damn this crest at a time like this!" Curses the elf as she is pinned to the ground by the slimes. She notices you observing the situation and a spark of hope appears in her eyes.

"Traveler! Please help me and I'll be in your debt! Please, quickly!" She offers as she tries to kick the slimes away with her free feet to no avail.

You arrive just in time and with one powerful kick knock the blonde elf off the ground, sending her slithering away on the soft forest floor as you face the lewd slimes that seemed to ignore your presence until now. With a quick series of movements, you manage to cut them down easily enough and help Cursed Princess Ethelyn back onto her feet once again. She gasps for air, visibly shaken from her ordeal, but manages a meek "Thank you."

The glowing crest over where her womb would be seems to pulsate faster now, its light flashing brightly as if begging for something. You're not entirely sure what that means, but it can't be good...

"Oh... that is the result of my curse," she says, a grimace twisting her delicate features as she looks down at it. "I am cursed to be dependent on regular infusions of... certain fluids, or I will grow weaker and weaker until I can no longer fight. The crest you see there reacts with my body... in unpleasant ways..." Her voice trails off and she clears her throat awkwardly, blushing deeply. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

Biting her lower lip, the cursed elf hesitates before whispering softly, "Semen... It has to be fresh and recent... male semen." Her cheeks flush bright pink as she confesses this, looking embarrassed by the admission. "I'm sorry again for the imposition... but you see, I have no other choice..."

She glances around nervously, her gaze flitting between you and the surrounding trees. "It has been nearly a day since my last infusion... It won't be long now until the crest demands satisfaction," she warns softly.

"Yes, that is correct... I'm sorry for the indelicacy of it all." Her cheeks grow even redder as she says this, struggling to keep her embarrassment at bay. "I am not in my right mind when the crest takes hold... It consumes me, and all I can think about is the release that comes from..." She trails off, eyes widening with horror at what she's just revealed.

"Oh gods, you must despise me!" she cries out, hands flying up to cover her mouth in shock. "I am such a wanton... I cannot believe I just said all that! I beg your forgiveness." Her words tumble over themselves as she struggles to find some way to take back what she's said, the shame evident on every inch of her elven features.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at you with pleading

"No, truly," she whispers, shaking her head vehemently even as tears begin to well up in her eyes, "I am a desperate woman, and I have said things... done things..." She takes a deep, shuddering breath. "But you have seen my plight, and perhaps there is some mercy left in your heart." Her words are almost pleading now as she looks at you with a mixture of hope and despair.

"Please," she whispers once more, her voice little more than a hoarse croak. "If you could... help me... just this once... I will be forever grateful, and when my family is safe, when I have freed them from the grasp of my brother's madness..." Her voice fades away, replaced by the sound of sobs as she struggles to contain her emotions.

Tears roll down her cheeks unchecked, tracing paths over

Cursed Princess Ethelyn breaks down completely, tears streaming down her face as she clings to you in desperation, sobbing uncontrollably into your shoulder. "Oh thank you, thank you," she cries out, over and over again, her delicate frame shaking with the force of her emotions. For a moment, she seems almost weak enough to collapse entirely, and it takes all of your strength just to hold her up.

Her soft curves press against yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off her body where the glowing crest is etched into her skin. It's almost as if she's a living beacon, calling out for relief from whatever torment this curse has inflicted upon her. Her scent fills your nostrils, a mixture of elven perfume and salty tears that only serves to heighten the intensity of the moment.

As you hold her

Cursed Princess Ethelyn sniffles, wiping her runny nose on the back of her hand as she pulls away slightly to look up at you, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She takes a shaky breath before smiling tentatively. "Thank you," she whispers. "I... I would appreciate that greatly."

Cursed Princess Ethelyn takes another shaky breath, slowly nodding as she gathers her wits about her. "Yes... I think so," she says quietly, steadying herself with a deep inhale and then another. Her delicate frame trembles slightly still from the exertion of fighting off the slimes earlier, but she seems determined to pull through.

As you lead her back towards the direction you came from, she walks at your side, her arm pressed lightly against yours for support. The glowing pink crest upon her abdomen shifts and throbs, its intensity ebbing and flowing with each passing moment, as if reminding both of you that time is of the essence in finding a permanent solution to her plight.

She nods gratefully, "Thank you... it means so much that you're helping me." Once at your home, she takes a tentative step inside, peering around curiously before allowing herself to be led up to your room. As she sits on the edge of the bed, her fingers drift idly over the bikini armor that clings so tightly to her body, as if yearning for release from its confines.

Her eyes flicker upwards toward you, and she pauses, uncertainty filling her features. "I-if it wouldn't be too much... I mean, I should probably... stay dressed like this..." She trails off awkwardly.

Her cheeks flush pink at your suggestion, and she takes a deep breath before nodding slowly. "O-Okay... if it's not too much trouble..." She begins to unfasten the armor, letting each section fall away until she stands before you in nothing but her skimpy bikini bottoms, which barely cover her cleft and delicate rear.

Her body trembles slightly from the effort of being naked in front of someone for the first time in so long; a testament to how ingrained the shame of it all has become in her psyche due to the curse. Her skin feels warm against yours where she presses close, the glowing crest pulsating faster now with every movement, as if demanding its next dose of relief.

She closes her eyes and shudders slightly as a wave of desire rushes through her body, heightened by both fatigue

"I... I know..." she whispers hoarsely, biting her lower lip as she tries to compose herself against the surge of desire that washes over her. Her breath comes faster now, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs in anticipation of relief. The glow from the crest casts an ethereal light over her body, accentuating every curve and contour as if daring you to take advantage of her helpless state.

Her fingers tremble as they trace the intricate pattern etched into her bikini bottoms; just barely able to contain herself from reaching out to touch it. "I... I should probably get some rest," she manages, her voice sounding shaky even to her own ears. "It'll be easier... tomorrow." But deep down, she knows that for her, every moment without relief brings her closer to the breaking point where she will do anything

Her body trembles violently as her denial crashes down around her, the truth of her desperation too much for even her pride to bear. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks once more, mingling with the sweat that coats her skin from exertion and arousal alike. She looks up at you pleadingly through a haze of shame and lust, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, fingers trembling as they reach out to touch your arm. "I can't... I just need..." Her words trail off into a whimper, body language clearly conveying her desperation for relief from the burning ache that seems to consume every inch of her being.