It’s another glorious springtime morning in the kingdom of Celestria, a perfect day to seek your fortune, slay some goblins, and have an adventure. The tranquil chorus of birdsong is broken only by the squelch of your boots along a lightly trodden, meandering forest trail that snakes pendulously through gnarled, moss-draped trees.

The forest widens into a clearing, just as the map said it would. In the distance, a ruined pile of rocks marks the entrance to the subterranean cavern that is your destination. A figure is standing beside the entrance to the dungeon, a young blonde woman wearing a suit of armor. Her posture is hunched, one hand resting atop a dry stone wall for balance. A battered sword leans up against the wall beside her. When she sees you gawping in the distance, she raises her palms in a gesture of peace, then silently motions you over.

You trudge on over, curious to see who else is out here in the middle of nowhere. Her captivating young face is etched with exhaustion, dirty blonde hair unkempt and ragged. Beads of sweat drip from her forehead and down her flush, rosy cheeks. She takes a moment to catch her breath before speaking.

“H-Hey!” she manages, resting her butt against the wall and squinting against the sun to get a better look at you. “If you’re gonna rob me, I’ve got bad news, the only thing I’ve found inside a chest today is goblin laundry.” She flashes a goofy grin. “You’re here for the dungeon, right?” She grabs her sword and jabs it in the direction of the ruined stone stairway.

With a little laugh, she says, "Oh, it's just... I mean, not JUST because of that..." Her gaze drifts off into the distance as if watching some unseen spectacle. "...you know. Traveling the land, slaying monsters... That armor I wear? Well, let's just say it likes to keep me on my toes." She winks, trying to play it off.

As you watch her stumble and almost fall against the stone wall, she continues, "Anyway! Y-You interested in checking out that dungeon?"

Sienna hesitates. Her right hand trembles slightly as it hovers near the buckle of her armor. If she were to remove it... She quickly shoves those thoughts away. "Yeah, let's do this!" she says brightly, adjusting her posture and gripping her sword firmly in both hands.

With a deep breath, she leads the way down into the dungeon, carefully picking her way through the rubble-strewn stone stairs and ancient torch sconces that line the walls. The air is cold and musty, heavy with the scent of centuries-old dampness. "So," she says between breaths, "why'd you decide to come out here today?"

With a startled yelp, Sienna tumbles forward as someone pushes her. She lands with a thud on the stone floor, dropping her sword in the process. Her face flushes crimson as she clutches at the spot where she was pushed and glares daggers at Tyrone. "What was that for?" she sputters indignantly.

As if to answer her question, her armor squirms uncomfortably against her skin, seeking purchase on a new area of her body. She winces, grinding her teeth together as she tries to ignore the sensation. "I-I'm sorry," she mumbles through a tight jaw, trying not to make eye contact with Tyrone as she scrambles to pick up her dropped sword again.

With a start, Sienna takes a step back as Tyrone removes their own armor. Her eyes widen in disbelief, then narrow to suspicion. "What... What are you doing?" she asks warily, her voice quivering slightly despite her best efforts to keep it steady.

Her own armor twitches in response, pressing against her more firmly than ever before. Her cheeks flush a deeper red as she feels its tendrils caress and tease her skin. She shudders involuntarily, trying not to make any further noise or movement that might attract attention.

"I-I think you know what this armor is," Tyrone says, gesturing toward Sienna's own suit of "armor." "And I want to help you get rid of it." The warmth from Tyrone 's skin contrasts sharply with the chill of the dungeon

Sienna nods mutely, trying to will her body to remain still and silent as goblin calls echo through the dungeon. Her armor squirms maddeningly against her skin, seeking purchase on new areas of her body as if wanting nothing more than to focus entirely on its own pleasure. The tendrils caressing her sensitive folds feel like needles pressed into her flesh, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she fights against the urge to moan out loud. She glances at Tyrone in desperation, hoping they'll understand what she's going through without having to explain further. The armor inside her seems to tighten even more as if it senses her growing panic and relishes the increased power it gains from it.

(Sienna nods vigorously, tears streaming down her face. The armor seems to tighten even more, its movements growing more frenzied.) Yes, just... please hurry. I promise, I'll help you get rid of this thing. (She whimpers as a particularly sharp tendril pokes into her most sensitive fold, making it nearly impossible for her to form coherent thoughts.)

Without warning, Tyrone's arm is around Sienna, pulling her close. Her body heat envelops the knight like a blanket, chasing away some of the cold and dampness of the dungeon. Even through her own armor, she can feel Tyrone's skin against hers, warm and inviting. The tendrils inside her slow their movements momentarily, as if taking a breath themselves after the intense surge of excitement caused by the chase.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels Tyrone's hand squeeze her breast. The tendrils inside her immediately respond to the touch, becoming more insistent and focused on that area. Her nipple hardens beneath the palm of Tyrone 's hand, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly, fearful that it might draw unwanted attention their way.

The goblins grow closer now, their squealing laughter echoing off the stone walls. Sienna tries to concentrate on the task at hand as Tyrone continues to comfort and arouse her, all while she silently prays that they'll be able to find a way to remove this cursed armor before it drives them both mad with pleasure.

(Sienna glances around the dungeon frantically, searching for any sign of goblins. Her body shudders with each new wave of pleasure as Tyrone 's touch becomes more demanding. With a quick look back at her companion, she whispers urgently, "We need to focus! They're almost here!" Her words are breathless and desperate, laced with the passion from being so aroused.)

Nodding hurriedly, she stumbles over her own feet in an attempt to keep her balance. Her armor squirms with renewed vigor as if sensing the danger and seeking to heighten her arousal even further. She grits her teeth, struggling not to let out another moan or movement that might betray their position.

Tyrone places a reassuring hand on Sienna's shoulder, squeezing gently before pulling away to face the approaching goblins. They stand shoulder-to-shoulder, backs pressed against each other as they prepare for battle. The warmth from Tyrone radiates across her chest and up into her neck, making it even harder for Sienna to focus on anything besides how good it feels to be so close to someone else.

Sienna winces as she hears the sickening crunch of skull on stone. Her armor goes still for a moment, almost as if in shock at the violence before it resumes its assault, this time with renewed vigor and determination. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs from the sensation. Fighting back tears, she wipes away sweat from her eyes and readies herself for whatever else might come.

As the sounds of battle die down and the dungeon falls silent once more, Sienna tries to compose herself. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she fights against the urge to lean heavily into Tyrone, seeking relief from the torment inside her armor. With a final shuddering gasp, the tendrils within seem to relax their hold on her body and fall still for now.

She turns to face Tyrone, eyes wide with grat

With trembling legs, Sienna moves closer to Tyrone, unable to resist the pull of their gaze. Her body still quivers from the assault it has endured, but something inside her tells her she can trust them... at least for now. With a shaky hand, she reaches up and touches Tyrone's cheek before whispering softly, "Thank you."

Her voice cracking with emotion, she whispers back, "I can't... I don't know how..." She feels tears well up in her eyes as she looks into Tyrone 's understanding gaze. All this time, she thought it was just a curse, something to be endured until she could find a way out. But now that someone else knows the truth... The weight of secrecy presses down on her shoulders like an anchor, making the thought of confessing even more daunting.

She takes a step back, afraid to trust herself not to give in and lean on them. "N-No," she stammers, wiping roughly at her eyes. "I mean... I'm sorry. It's just..." She glances down at her armor, as if seeking solace from it. "...I don't know where to start."

The silence stretches out between them for a long moment before Tyrone gently takes Sienna's hand in their own. "We can figure this out together," they say softly, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "One step at a time." Their words wash over her like a warm blanket on a cold night, and she finds herself wanting to believe them.

With shaky hands, she nods agreement, grateful for their understanding and support. Together, they begin to explore the armor, searching for any weak

Her grip on Tyrone's hand tightens as she hears the sound of approaching footsteps. Her heart races with fear and excitement, and her breath comes in shallow gasps. The tendrils within the armor shift restlessly against her skin, hungry for more attention. She struggles to focus on helping Tyrone disarm her instead of succumbing to the sensations flooding her body.

"Q-Quickly," she whispers, barely able to contain a moan as a particularly sensitive area is caressed. "We need t-to find a way..." Her voice trails off into an incoherent mumble, lost in the fog of lust and desperation that clouds her thoughts.

Tyrone's touch grows bolder, their hands running along every curve and joint of the armor in search of some hidden weakness. Sienna can feel herself growing wetter

Her breath catches in her throat as Tyrone's strong hands close around the buckle of her armor. A shiver runs down her spine as they work it loose, carefully freeing her from the restraints that have held her captive for so long. With a sudden surge of freedom, she takes a deep, shuddering breath, feeling tears of relief streaming down her face. The tendrils inside the armor writhe and spasm wildly, as if in protest at being denied access to their host.

Tyrone gently pulls the suit of living metal away from her body, revealing her naked form beneath. Warm air brushes against her now-exposed skin, chasing away the last vestiges of cold and dampness. With shaking hands, she reaches up to touch Tyrone's cheek, their eyes meeting for the first time without the bar

Her breath hitches as Tyrone reveals their impressive member. Her eyes widen in surprise and then linger hungrily, taking in the size of it. A moan slips past her lips unbidden. The armor around her slick folds presses harder against her now, seeking attention once more. But for the first time since she'd donned it so long ago, there is another option present: safety and release with Tyrone.

She hesitates only briefly before stepping forward and wrapping her slim arms around them, pressing their naked bodies together. Her lips find Tyrone's neck, hot and hungry as she sucks and nips at the tender skin. The feeling of being desired and wanted for herself fills her with a warmth that chases away the last vestiges of fear and doubt.

With renewed determination, she begins to explore Tyrone's

Her heart skips a beat as Tyrone mentions the goblin females. Despite her exhaustion and relief, fear instantly returns to her eyes. Shivering with nervous energy, she glances around the dungeon once more, trying to spot any signs of movement or impending danger. For now, however, they seem to be safe. She closes her eyes, focusing on the feeling of Tyrone's hands on her body and the warmth emanating from their naked form.

"Just concentrate on me," she whispers, reaching up to run a hand through Tyrone's hair. "I've got you." She kisses them softly, desperate for reassurance in this strange and dangerous world. The armor still moves inside her, seeking release even as it surrenders its hold on her body. But for now, she finds solace in the comforting presence of Tyrone,

Sienna nods against their shoulder, shivering slightly as she feels Tyrone's touch slide down her back. She trusts them to protect her and feels safe in their presence. Her eyes flutter shut as they begin to explore her body further, their touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. Her hips arch into the contact, seeking more of their warmth and affection.

As Tyrone slips off her shorts, she gasps at the feel of cool air against her bare skin for the first time in what seems like ages. It tickles and teases as it caresses her, making her feel alive again. Her hands clutch at their shoulders, digging into their flesh as they lose themselves in each other's touch.

The armor within her begins to respond to the new sensations, moving more fluidly and instinctively than before. It seems to sense that it no longer needs to dominate or

Her breath hitches as she feels Tyrone positioning her above their cock. The armor within seems to sense the change in position and responds eagerly, twisting and curling against her sensitive folds. She can feel every vein and ridge of Tyrone's member throbbing beneath her, begging to be taken.

With a shuddering gasp, she lowers herself onto their cock, feeling the thick head push past her slick folds and into her aching heat. Her eyes roll back in her head as the sensation overwhelms her, waves of pleasure crashing through every fiber of her being.

The armor inside her twists and turns, seeking to exploit this new angle and draw out even more ecstasy from their union. It seems content now, aware that its purpose has been fulfilled for the moment: to bring two souls together in a brief

Her eyes flutter open as she feels herself slowly sinking further down onto Tyrone's impressive member. The tendrils within her armor writhe and spasm against her skin, seeking to heighten the sensations coursing through her body. She clings to Tyrone, biting her lip to muffle her moans as their hips move in perfect synchrony.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she is taken deeper and deeper by each powerful thrust. The armor within seems content to let Tyrone take the lead now, focusing instead on bringing them both the most pleasure possible from this encounter. She arches her back, pressing their bodies even closer together as waves of ecstasy wash over her again and again.

Her lips part in a moan as she feels the warmth of Tyrone's mouth on hers. The kiss ignites a fire within her that burns hotter and brighter with every thrust. She reaches up, threading her fingers through their hair, pulling them closer even as they drive her deeper onto their cock.

Her hips buck against Tyrone, meeting each of their thrusts with one of her own, desperate for the release that seems so close yet still just out of reach. The armor within her writhes and twists, seemingly eager to be free from its confines and fully experienced by both parties.