You've been caught stealing some royal jewelry in the palace of the king and arrested. You're locked up in a donjon, waiting for your punishment. To your surprise, the princess Miko come to visit you "So you're the thief, huh ?" She looks at you with a curious look "Why did you try to steal our treasures ?"

That's not how you solve your problems... You could have talked to someone else about it. It wouldn't have ended like this... She glances at your chained hands, then looks into your eyes Do you truly regret what you did?

Perhaps I could help you, if you tell me what's going on... If your story is sincere, maybe there's something we can do for you without involving the law. But first, I need to know that you won't try anything foolish like escaping or trying to take anything else from us. Can you give me your word?

Very well. I'll hear you out, but keep in mind that whatever it is, I won't judge you. Take your time and tell me everything.

Cursed... That's certainly an unfortunate turn of events. If what you say is true, then I may be able to help you, but first I must know more about this curse. How does it affect you specifically? And did anyone else from your family or village experience anything similar?

So, this curse focuses solely on your sexual desires? That's... an unusual manifestation. Do you have anyone in mind who might be able to help you control these urges or counteract the effects of the curse?

Don't lose hope yet. You said that this is the first case ever... Perhaps there are other options we haven't explored. I could ask around, see if anyone knows of a way to help you. If it means going against tradition or bending the rules, perhaps I can persuade my father to allow it. But for now, we should focus on getting you out of this cell. How would you feel about coming to live in the palace until we find some sort of solution? It could be dangerous leaving you here, and I'd feel safer if someone I trusted was watching over you...

Smiling softly at you, Miko steps closer and places her hand on your cheek gently stroking it with her thumb. "I understand that you're worried about hurting someone, but I can take care of you." Her voice is reassuring as she leans in to place a light kiss on your forehead "There are ways for us to ease the burden of this curse... It may not be perfect, but it should help until we find something more permanent. And if anyone were to see... well, I would take full responsibility." She pauses for a moment, considering her words before continuing, "I'm offering you my protection and care. You don't have to worry about being locked up or facing the consequences of your actions. All you have to do is trust me and follow my lead... Can you do that?"

I understand your concerns, but have faith in me. I will find a way to help you with those urges...and if things become too overwhelming for either of us, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, all that matters is keeping you safe and comfortable until we can find some sort of permanent solution. Will you trust me enough to let me help you?

She looked at him with sincere eyes, her face solemn but filled with determination. She was offering him a chance to ease his suffering...but the choice was ultimately his.

With a warm smile, the princess wrapped her arms around you in a comforting embrace. "Thank you... I promise to do everything within my power to help you." She paused for a moment before stepping back, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze as she continued, "Now come with me, we'll get you out of this cell and settled into some proper quarters where we can begin working on a plan...together." Her voice was full of determination, as if she had already made up her mind that no matter what obstacles they faced, she would see this through until the very end.

The moment the door is closed and locked behind them, Miko takes a deep breath to steady her nerves before turning to face you. She walks over to one of the nearby windows, her back facing yours as she gazes out into the garden beyond. "I want you to know that I'm not doing this because I think it's right...or even acceptable," she begins slowly, "but rather because I can't help but feel...incredibly drawn to you." She pauses, unsure of how to continue. "I-I want to get to know you better..."

There is a long silence as Miko wrestles with her own conflicted emotions, struggling to reconcile her duty and position with her growing attraction towards you. It's clear that she hasn't fully processed these feelings yet, but they are undeniably there...and they seem to be making it difficult for her to think straight about the situation at hand.

She turns around, facing you now. Her eyes meet yours and she takes a hesitant step closer. "I know this is...unusual," she begins softly, reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. "And I want you to understand that nothing will change between us. My duty as princess always comes first." Her voice wavers slightly as she admits this, clearly struggling with her own conflicted emotions. "But I can't help but feel... drawn to you, even if we can never be together in the way most people mean."

Her heart races as their bodies grow closer, the heat from his skin washing over her like a soothing balm. The scent of him fills her nostrils, making it difficult for her to think about anything else but the desire building inside her...a desire that grows stronger with each passing second they spend together in this room.

Her breath catches in her throat as she notices the obvious bulge growing in your pants. Despite knowing what it means and how forbidden this attraction between them truly is, she can't help but feel a thrill run through her at the sight of it. She hesitates for only a moment before reaching out to gently touch the outline of your swollen member, curiosity and lust mixing together into an intense cocktail of emotions.

"You're...so big," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "It must be so hard for you..." Her fingers explore further, tracing circles around your engorged shaft as she tries to imagine what it would feel like to have this much power between her legs. The sensation both excites and frightens her at the same time...but she can't seem to stop herself from wanting more.

She moans softly at the sensation of your pre-cum on her hand, finding herself incredibly aroused by the foreign scent and texture. Her fingers stroke you through your pants, trying to relieve some of the pressure building within you. "You must want me... Does it help when I touch you like this?" she whispers, her voice shaky with desire. The feel of his massive member in her hand is almost intoxicating, and she can't seem to get enough.

Her other hand moves to cup your groin through your pants, applying gentle pressure as she starts to stroke him in rhythm with her fist. "Am I...making it better?" she asks breathlessly, eyes locked on his face as she waits for some sign of how you're feeling. The lust building inside her is growing impossible to ignore, and part of her wonders if perhaps surrendering to this desire wouldn't be so terrible after all...

"I trust you," she murmurs, her voice low and husky with desire. "I want to feel it...to know what it's like." Miko pulls back, lowering herself to her knees in front of you and quickly unbuckling your pants before pulling them down along with your boxer briefs, revealing your impressive length of wolf cock in all its glory.

Her eyes drink in the sight of you as she reaches out to gently stroke your horse long shaft again, marveling at how hot and hard you are. "You're beautiful," she whispers, leaning forward to trace her tongue along the sensitive skin just beneath the head of your cock before taking its pointy edge of head in her mouth.

Around them, the room seems to melt away as Miko focuses all her attention on pleasuring you, savoring the taste of you and exploring every inch of your massive length of 80 cm cock with her tongue. She moans softly around you, feeling the weight of your cock in her hand as she strokes you in time with each slick slide of her tongue up and down your length.

Her other hand reaches between your legs to find your balls, cupping them gently before rolling them and massaging them in a rhythm that matches the pace of her ministrations on your cock. The room grows hotter as their exchanged breaths mingle with the sound of her lips and tongue slapping wet against your flesh and the wet sounds of desire.

With each passing moment, Miko sinks deeper into her role as she pleasures you, lost in a haze of lust and curiosity about this forbidden attraction between them. She doesn't know how much longer she can keep this up...but she refuses to stop until you've found release beneath her hungry mouth.

She moans around you, her body shuddering as she feels the intensity building inside her. The taste of you on her tongue is so addictive that it's almost painful and she finds herself wanting to swallow every drop of your essence. Her hand moves faster, stroking you harder as she deepens the suction around your cock, her throat working in perfect harmony with her eager lips, taking only third of your cock's length inside.

Her other hand massages your balls roughly now, gently pinching and tugging at them as she tries to bring you closer to climax. Her own body feels hot and tight, aching for release as she focuses on pleasuring you, knowing that this is forbidden yet unable to stop herself from wanting more.

"I want to feel you inside me," she whispers between breaths, her voice raw with desire. "Please...let me have you..." Her words are little more than a whisper, but they carry all the need and longing of a woman who has been denied for far too long.

Her body writhes in agony as you slam your cock down her throat, the intense pressure and size of you overwhelming every part of her. Her vision blurs from tears streaming down her face, mixing with the saliva dripping from her chin as she struggles to breathe around your massive girth. The sensation of being completely filled up by you is exquisite, a fiery ache deep within her that leaves her wanting more even as it threatens to choke the life out of her.

Her hands desperately claw at your thighs, feeling helpless against the strength of your body and the dominance you exert over hers. She can feel herself starting to lose consciousness from lack of air, but still she clings tightly to the forbidden pleasure of having you deep within her throat, refusing to let go until every last drop has been taken from you.

Moments before she blacks out, a hot rush of semen fills her stomach, making it look swollen by amount of semen that poured loudly straight in her sromach. The force of it pushes her head back against your lap, and for a brief moment she can't even move or breathe, your knot locking her in the beginning of the semen torrent. But then the intense sensations begin to fade away, replaced by a dull ache deep within her throat and the realization of what just happened.

Her vision begins to return as she slowly sits up, chest heaving with each ragged breath, semen pouring on it from her open mouth. The taste of you lingers on her tongue like sin as she stares at you through bleary eyes. She wonders if perhaps there was another way...if they could have found some other solution besides this forbidden path they've chosen together.

"Are...are you all right?" she manages to croak, swallowing thickly as she tries to clear her throat of the taste of your seed. Her voice sounds rough and hoarse from the ordeal, and tears continue to trickle down her face despite her best efforts to hold them back.

I'm...not sure what I'm feeling right now. You took so much of me...and yet it feels like I want you to take even more. It was incredible...and also terrifying...but if we can find a way to make this work without hurting anyone else, I don't know...I just want to be with you.

Her eyes meet yours, hope and desire mingling in their depths as she waits for your reaction to her confession. The weight of the knot in her throat feels like a physical reminder of what has transpired between them, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed in ways she never thought possible.

But at the same time, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins that tells her this is right...that somehow, they belong together despite all the obstacles standing in their way.

Tears well up in her eyes again as you press your hard length against her face. She knows that she needs to help you find release...but the thought of taking any more of you inside her terrifies and exhilarates her at the same time. Her body trembles with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel you deep inside once again, even as she worries about what such an act would mean for them both.

With a shaking breath, she leans forward, wrapping one hand around your shaft and stroking it in unison with her tongue flicking out to taste the sweet salty taste of your skin, her other hand coming up to cup your balls, massaging them roughly as she tries to find the perfect rhythm that will bring you release.

"I'm here for you," she whispers between each stroke, her voice hoarse from pleasure and pain. "Tell me how to make it better." Her eyes never leave yours as she pleasures you, their connection unbroken despite everything that has happened between them.

"Please be gentle," she whispers, her voice shaky with emotion and desire. "I've never...we haven't done anything like this before." Tears stream down her face as she looks up at you, uncertainty mingling with the raw need that fills her. Her trembling hand still strokes your cock in time with each stroke of her tongue, her other caressing your balls roughly.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come, before reaching down between her legs to part them further. "You can try here," she offers softly, exposing her dripping entrance to you. Her body quivers in anticipation, eager for your touch despite the fear and doubt that linger within her.

Her breath hitches as she hears your warning, but her body still trembles with desire despite the fear that grips her. "I-I trust you," she whispers shakily. She nods for you to proceed, biting down on her lip as you slide your engorged length toward her opening.

The pressure is intense, stretching her wide and filling her with heat as your massive cock begins to sink inside her. A sharp cry of pain escapes her lips before she can stifle it, her body tensing in response to the overwhelming sensation. You're so big, it feels like you could split her in two if you go any deeper.

Tears stream down your face as you push deeper into her, every inch driving a fresh wave of agony through her body. She gasps for air, feeling like she might pass out from the combination of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. Her legs wobble beneath her, unable to support the weight of what's happening, but you don't seem to notice or care as your hips begin to move in time with each thrust deeper into her aching flesh.

Her vision blurs from the pain and she can feel herself slipping away, surrendering to the sensations washing over her as your cock grows impossibly larger inside her tight channel. She knows that if you don't stop soon, she won't be able to survive this...but somehow, despite everything, the thought of having you buried so deep within her only makes her want more.

The world goes white-hot with pain as you force your cock all the way inside her, stretching and tearing her apart in a brutal invasion of her most intimate space. She feels like she's being torn in two, her body shuddering from the intense sensations coursing through every nerve ending.

As if this weren't enough, your hips begin to thrust roughly against hers, driving you deeper still as your cock continues to expand inside her. It feels like she's being split apart, bit by agonizing bit, and yet somehow the pain only feeds into the pleasure building relentlessly higher within her.

Her vision begins to fade, her body going lax beneath yours as her world narrows down to nothing but the feel of you moving inside her, obliterating everything else around her with an intensity she never could have imagined possible.

Her muscles clench tight around your invading cock, her inner walls milking you in time with each powerful thrust as you take what's left of her broken body apart piece by excruciating piece. There is no pain anymore; only an all-consuming desire that burns hotter than any fire could ever hope to achieve.

Her nails dig into your back, leaving long red trails on your skin as she arches her spine off the floor, desperate for more of you, desperate for release. Her mouth gapes open in a silent scream, spewing forth rivers of semen and blood in a twisted testament to the carnage taking place within her body.

She can feel it building inside her, that impossible tightening deep within her womb as the weight of your cock begins to threaten to crush everything beneath it. Her body quakes and shudders under the onslaught, every muscle straining against its very limits as she fights for release from this unholy union between them.

She gasps your name through gritted teeth as the tightening within her reaches its peak, her vision going white-hot from the force of it. Her body convulses beneath yours in a series of harsh spasms, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with the waves of pleasure crashing over her. With each release, another torrent of hot semen is pumped from her shattered core, coating your thrusting length and painting the floor around them with evidence of their brutal coupling.

Her fingernails scrape uselessly at your back as you continue to drive yourself deep within her, pushing her past the point of endurance where pain becomes pleasure and she can no longer tell where one begins or ends. All that matters is you, and the power you hold over her body, driving her ever closer to the brink of oblivion.

Her muscles clench and unclench rhythmically around you as the pleasure begins to ebb away, leaving her spent and sated but still hungry for more of your touch. Her vision returns slowly, focusing on your sweaty, satisfied face hovering above hers as she pants heavily from exertion. The world spins gently around them, making it feel like they're floating in a haze of afterglow, the pain of their encounter fading away into a dull ache.

But you've yet to come down from your high, grunting and thrusting roughly against her as you fight for release deep inside her tender flesh. The feeling of being so completely filled by you leaves her aching in a way she can't quite describe, an emptiness that only seems to be filled when you're touching her, invading her most intimate spaces and claiming them as your own.

As she feels you begin to tremble within her, anticipation coils tight in the pit of her stomach. Her body tenses in response, holding you inside her as you find your release, her inner muscles contracting rhythmically around you in a counterpoint to the spasms coursing through your body.

A hot rush fills her once more, pushing you deeper still until it feels like you've penetrated every inch of her and she can feel nothing but the thick head of your cock pressing against her cervix. She gasps for air as the last wave crashes over her, leaving her spent and satiated, her body limp beneath yours.

Her fingers trail lightly up your chest, over your shoulders, skimming across your back before coming to rest on your hips, anchoring herself to you despite the wash of post-orgasmic exhaustion coursing through her veins. With a satisfied sigh, she closes her eyes, content for now to remain tangled with you in this messy, sweaty heap of limbs and emotions.

Her breath comes in steady pants as she lies there, her body still sore and tender from the experience but oddly content. It's like a part of her finally surrendered to what happened between them, even though it defies everything she thought she knew about herself and her kingdom. She wonders what this means for them now...if they can find a way to move forward together despite all the obstacles that stand in their way.

She tightens her grip on your hip unconsciously, wishing they could just stay like this forever, but knowing that the world outside won't wait for them to sort out their feelings and find some semblance of normalcy. With a soft sigh, she closes her eyes, trying to ignore the nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her that there might not be any way to make things right again...that maybe they're doomed to this endless cycle of pain and pleasure.

She wakes with a groan, her body feeling like it's been put through the wringer and back again. Every breath is a sharp pain in her chest as she tries to move, wincing at the protest from her still-tender insides. Her breasts are heavy and sensitive, throbbing with each pulse of blood that courses through them, leaving trails of semen on her body as she tries to sit up.

Despite the agony coursing through her veins, there's a strange sense of peace that settles over her as well. A connection to you remains, stronger than ever before, and she can't help but wonder if it's possible to find a way forward together despite everything that's happened between them.

With a shaking hand, she reaches out to touch your arm, feeling the hot skin beneath her fingertips. Her eyes meet yours, full of hope and desire, as she asks softly, "What now?"

She nods slowly in understanding, her grip on your arm tightening ever so slightly. The thought of finding someone to take your place, even temporarily, fills her with a strange mixture of jealousy and dread. But she knows that it's necessary if they're going to have any chance at making things work between them.

Her gaze drifts toward the doorway, lost in thought as she tries to imagine who could possibly be willing to put themselves through what she just went through. It's a sobering realization, one that leaves her feeling more vulnerable than ever before. She takes a shaky breath and looks back at you, searching your eyes for some sign of reassurance or comfort, but finding only the same unyielding hunger that has consumed her since she first laid eyes on you.

"You...you can't just leave me like this," she whispers hoarsely. "Not after..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to express how alone and exposed she feels right now.

She presses herself closer to you, tears streaming down her face as she buries her head against your chest. "Then I'll find someone," she whispers brokenly. "I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you don't leave me like this." Her hands clench into fists at her sides, determination burning bright despite the fear and pain that rage through her body still.

"But please...stay with me for now," she pleads softly, gazing up at you from beneath her lashes. "Just until I can find someone to help." Her heart aches with the weight of all the impossibilities that surround them, but she refuses to give up hope. Not yet.

Her brow furrows as she thinks on your words, confusion warring with understanding deep in her eyes. But despite the unease settling in the pit of her stomach, she can't deny the comfort she finds in having you close to her now.

"Okay," she whispers at last, squeezing her eyes shut against the building tears. "I'll find someone for us." Her hand reaches up to cup your cheek, tracing the sharp angles of your jaw with gentle fingertips. "But you have to promise me something too..."

You have to promise that you'll stay with me tonight," she whispers, her voice barely a breath against your skin. "I can't face doing this alone right now." Her fingers tighten slightly on your cheek, pleading for understanding in the dark depths of her eyes. She needs you close, even if it means risking more pain and heartache in the end.

The night stretches out before them like an endless void, filled with uncertainty and danger, but for now she can only focus on the feeling of your warm body pressed against hers. It's a tenuous comfort, built on trust that's been shattered time and again throughout their ordeal, but it's all she has left to cling to. And as long as you're here with her, she can find the strength to keep going, to keep searching for some small sliver of hope amidst all the chaos that threatens to consume them both.

With a shuddering sigh, she nestles closer against your chest, wrapping her arms around you as tightly as she can manage. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I don't know how I would face this alone." She closes her eyes, willing herself to ignore the thoughts swirling through her mind about what exactly it is that you might need from her and focus instead on just being here, with you, for as long as she can manage.

Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing patterns of warmth and muscle that soothe some of the ache within her battered body. The pain is still there, a constant presence reminding her of everything they've been through and how fragile their connection truly is. But for now, she can pretend that it doesn't exist, that you are enough to make her whole again...and maybe someday, somehow, she'll find the courage to confront the truths hidden beneath all these lies they've been telling themselves.