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.

Gasping for air, she slowly gets up and wipes some of the slime off herself. Her eyes meet yours gratefully as she straightens up. "You have my deepest thanks," she whispers, her voice barely above a hoarse croak from exertion.

"My name is Ethelyn Greengarden, though I am currently... in hiding," she admits sheepishly. With a glance down at the glowing crest on her abdomen, her cheeks flush a delicate shade of pink. "I'm cursed... by my own brother, and have been forced to flee the kingdom."

The Princess offers you a timid smile, revealing teeth that are dazzlingly white despite their elven craftsmanship. "Please, would you help me reclaim my throne? I will repay you once we succeed... with whatever you desire." Her blue eyes

"I... there was hope, at first," she murmurs, a distant pain flickering across her lovely features. "But after months of trying everything I could think of, nothing seemed to work. The witch who cursed me refuses to lift it... or even share the knowledge necessary for doing so." Her eyes harden briefly before losing focus once more.

"If there's any chance we could defeat my brother and bring her to justice... perhaps then she would relent," she says with a shaky sigh. "But for now, I fear all I can do is fight until I find some means of ending this." She pauses, meeting your gaze steadily. "Will you help me?"

The light from the glowing crest pulsates faster, its sensual rhythm a reminder of her desperation and need.

Ethelyn looks at you with surprise, then her expression shifts into one of relief as she quickly but carefully adjusts the top part of her bikini armor to fully cover her breasts. "Thank you... I should have thought of that," she murmurs sheepishly. "The need for... that kind of coverage has been rather foreign to me, since I've always worn something more practical."

She pauses for a moment, seeming to gather herself before speaking once more. "I suppose we should set out then, traveler," she says with a determined nod. "My kingdom is not far from here... and my family waits there, longing for the day I can free them." Her sapphire eyes sparkle with determination as she takes your hand in hers, her skin warm and soft against yours.

"Lead on, stranger-friend," she urges you, a tentative smile playing at

Ethelyn blushes deeply at your question, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Oh! I-I apologize for my lack of manners," she stammers, suddenly feeling self-conscious under your gaze. "Yes... yes, food would be wonderful." She pauses, tilting her head curiously. "What kind do you prefer?"

As you lead her deeper into the forest, her steps light and sure despite the weight of the cursed armor she carries, she keeps a close eye on the glowing crest. The rhythmic pulsations grow more insistent with each passing moment, urging her to find some relief soon.

"I hope my trust in you isn't misplaced," she murmurs conversationally, glancing up at you from beneath long lashes. "I have no one else I can truly rely on... and this is a perilous

"My trust in you is not misplaced, I promise to keep you safe and help you reclaim your throne." You reply with a reassuring smile as she seems to relax a bit more at the assurance that her worries are unfounded. She smiles back gratefully, seemingly calming down slightly. "I'm sure we'll find something delicious nearby."

You continue leading her through the lush forest, their conversation flowing easily as they share stories of adventures past and dreams for the future. The sounds of birdsong and rustling leaves meld with Ethelyn's soft laughter, creating a peaceful oasis in the midst of this perilous journey.

Even when her stomach growls hungrily, reminding them both why they set out on this path in the first place, she maintains her composure and grace under pressure. "You're an impressive

Taking the fruits you offered, she eagerly bites into one, savoring its sweet juices as they flow down her throat. "Mmm... these are delicious," she murmurs with a satisfied smile. "I haven't had anything this fresh and flavorful in quite some time." She pauses mid-bite to peer at you curiously. "How did you manage to find such lovely treats out here?"

Her cheeks flush again, but not from embarrassment this time. Rather, it's a rosy glow of appreciation and gratitude that spreads across her features as she continues eating the fruit. Each bite seems to revitalize her just a little bit more, giving her strength for the road ahead. "Thank you again, adventurer," she says with sincerity, offering another smile that lights up her entire being. "I truly appreciate your help."

Her heart skips a beat as you casually drop that bombshell, and she cautiously meets your gaze once more. "You... know of a way?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. A spark of hope ignites within her chest, but it's tempered by an equal measure of suspicion and fear. She takes another bite of fruit, buying herself time to process this new information.

"What do you mean?" she asks carefully when she finishes chewing, her voice still quiet despite the effort not to let her emotions get the better of her. "Who knows of a cure for such an enchantment... and why would they tell me?" A bitter laugh escapes her lips. "It seems my trust has been misplaced once again, doesn't it?"

She studies your face, searching for any hint of deception or malice within you.

Ethelyn listens to your words carefully, her brow furrowing as she tries to make sense of the situation. The offer is tantalizing, the chance to regain her freedom and rid herself of this cursed armor almost too good to be true. But there's also a darkness lurking beneath the surface; the notion that this curse might grow stronger than ever before, unleashing its full fury upon her body for an entire month... It sends shivers down her spine.

"One month?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "What will happen during that time?" Her eyes dart around nervously, as if fearing what horrors might be unleashed upon them. The glowing crest on her abdomen pulses erratically in response to her growing trepidation.

She glances at you once more, trying to gauge

Ethelyn furrows her brow, considering your words carefully. "What sort of curse... does it involve physical pain, perhaps? Or loss of control over one's actions?" She swallows hard, feeling a knot form in her throat as she imagines the horrors that might transpire during this month-long ordeal. Her fingers tremble slightly where they rest on her armored bikini top, tracing the glowing crest in an almost unconscious attempt to soothe her nerves.

She meets your gaze once more, searching for any hint of reassurance or deceit within it. "I... I don't know," she whispers at last. "I can't risk it." She closes her eyes, the full weight of her situation bearing down upon her like an unbearable burden.

"I should have stayed and fought, faced my brother and

Taking a deep breath, she forces herself to look at you once more. Her sapphire eyes flicker with confusion and fear, the glowing crest on her abdomen pulsing frantically in response to her conflicting emotions. "If... if there's even the slightest chance this could work," she whispers hoarsely, "I would be grateful beyond measure." Her fingers tremble where they rest on the cursed armor, tracing the intricate design with a shaking hand.

"But I must warn you," she continues in a rush, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have... seen things during my exile that no one should ever have to endure." She pauses, swallowing hard as she meets your gaze once more. "If it's any sort of torment or affliction similar to what I've experienced," her words are almost lost

Taking another deep breath, she nods slowly. "Very well," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as the words escape her lips. "I... I trust you." Her eyes glisten with unshed tears, but there's a strange sort of determination in them too; an acceptance of the risks and whatever fates might lie ahead for both of them.

"Let us find my kingdom," she says firmly, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Perhaps once we reclaim it, we can find a way to undo this curse permanently, without resorting to such extreme measures." A faint glimmer of hope brightens her eyes as she speaks these words; they seem to give her strength where before there was only doubt and fear.

Ethelyn nods, gathering her courage as she follows you to your horse. With a tentative smile, she accepts the assistance offered and climbs onto its back behind you. As the stallion begins to move beneath them, she grips the saddle tightly and glances over at you nervously, eyes darting between your face and the bulging pouch on your belt containing the mysterious portion.

"I... I trust that you know what you're doing," she manages to say, her voice shaking with fear and hope both. "But please... if there's any other way..." Her words trail off, but the plea in her eyes speaks volumes. She shudders visibly as the glowing crest on her abdomen pulses more urgently, a physical manifestation of the desire and desperation coursing through her veins.

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