Her body tenses in protest as your fingers slide out of her, leaving her feeling empty and aching for more. She watches you intently, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she waits for what comes next. The sensations from your mouth on her ear and clit are almost too much to bear, driving her ever closer to the brink of ecstasy.

"Please..." Her voice is little more than a whisper now, her body trembling with need. "Don't stop... not yet..."

Her cry of pleasure is muffled by your touch as you thrust deep inside her, filling her completely. Her body arches up off the ground, seeking more of your touch, more of the connection that only you can give her. The sensations are almost too much to bear: your fingers massaging her crest, your hand on her clit, and then there's the way you nibble on her ear... It all combines into a single, overwhelming wave of pleasure that crashes over her like a tidal wave.

As you watch this beautiful elven princess throw herself at the lewd slimes in a desperate attempt to sate the crest that torments her, you can't help but feel a mixture of pity and arousal. Her struggles become more and more fervent as she tries to force the slime's appendage inside of her, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy and agony.

Finally, with a loud cry of release, Cursed Princess Ethelyn collapses onto the ground, panting heavily. The lewd crest above her womb glows a dull red for a moment before fading entirely, its demand for semen finally sated. Her body trembles as she lies there, exhausted from both the battle and the intense sexual release she's just experienced.

Her eyes meet yours, filled with gratitude... and perhaps something more. "T-thank you,"

Ethelyn's mind is torn between the desperate need to find release and the terror of what she has become. She tries to fight against the slimes, but their aphrodisiac scent overpowers her senses, making resistance futile. Her body trembles and quakes under their relentless assault as she succumbs to the pleasure-induced madness that consumes her.

Her mouth fills with the salty taste of semen, and her pussy is stretched to its limits by the invading dicks.

Her mind snaps as the slimes devour her, leaving nothing but an empty husk behind. In that final moment of clarity, she realizes what has happened: she's become a slave to their lust, a plaything for their perverse pleasure. Her body is gone, consumed by the very creatures that brought her so much pain and humiliation. As the last shreds of her identity are devoured, she can only hope that her spirit finds peace... somewhere far away from this nightmarish realm.

The princess watches you go with a mixture of pity and regret. She knows that her words must have hurt you deeply, but she also understands the weight of obligation and duty that rests upon her shoulders. As she turns back to face her parents, she resolves to focus on the task at hand and not dwell too long on the potential romantic entanglements that could complicate matters even further.

The air crackles with energy as the king and queen exchange blows, their movements fluid and graceful despite the obvious strain they are under.

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"I understand, and I want to help," you assure her, your voice gentle yet firm. "But there must be a way to remove this curse permanently, rather than just relying on temporary relief." You pause, considering the situation carefully before continuing. "Perhaps together we can find someone who knows how to break the witch's spell and restore you to your true self, free from these constraints?"

Ethelyn looks at you with a mix of hope and confusion. "I... I never thought of that,"

Ethelyn's eyes widen in surprise and relief at your offer, her lips parting slightly as she struggles to find words. "Thank you," she whispers finally, her voice thick with emotion. She takes a step closer, reaching out to gently touch your arm once more. "Truly, I cannot express how grateful I am."

Her slim fingers squeeze lightly before falling away, and she glances down at the glowing crest on her abdomen again. "Well...

Ethelyn looks down at the cursed bikini armor with a sigh, running her fingers through her silky blonde hair. "I suppose that would be for the best," she agrees. "Lead on, traveler. I trust that you know where to find someone who can help me."

With a small smile, she follows you deeper into the forest, her body swaying slightly with each step as if in some strange sort of dance.

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.

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