I let out a primal scream as my body tenses and convulses around your cock. Waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me breathless and shuddering with the aftermath of orgasm. My hips quiver weakly as they try to find purchase on your thighs, but I'm too spent to maintain much movement.

My eyes flutter shut, my chest heaving as I struggle for air. "Oh... god..." I murmur, feeling drained and satisfied in equal measures.

Shakily, I turn around and lower myself over the edge of your bed, my knees spread wide as I bend at the waist. The cool air on my wet skin sends a shiver through me, heightening my arousal despite the aftermath of orgasm. My breasts hang heavy and aching, leaving a wet trail on the sheets below.

"Please..." I whisper hoarsely, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position. "Do whatever you want with me."

Well then, I guess you're on your own now, sugar. Just remember that every day you resist the curse is another day of suffering for both of us. Maybe someday you'll come to understand that helping me out was never really a choice... It was simply your duty as my chosen one. Until then, I wish you all the luck in the world finding peace with your decision.

One day, as you were traveling through the land, you stumbled upon a clearing deep within the woods. The air was thick with anticipation and desire... as if something or someone was calling out to you. Your heart raced in your chest, and despite yourself, you couldn't help but feel drawn towards the source of this eerie sensation. As you ventured further into the clearing, the trees parted revealing a small glade with a familiar figure standing at its center...