Oh, this was not good. Not good at all.
Cynthia Spellman bit her lower lip as she looked in the cracked mirror, her robe hiked up, baring her slim stomach, her lacy panties and, more importantly, the red mark like an elaborate heart tattooed on her mons. Throbbing.
Pulsing.
Beating with an insidious heat that wormed its way through her and to her core.
She groaned aloud. Ohhhh dammit. Dammit dammit dammit! She knew they should have recruited a priest into the party when delving into the Demon's Dungeon. If only she'd been able to torch that imp to ash before the bitch got off that spell. Because Cynthia knew the curse mark she was looking at. Any mage would.
A breeding rune.
She swore again. An insidious mark, and one with only a 2% chance of landing. Honestly, she hadn't thought any demons would be stupid enough to cast it. But that imp had looked awfully pleased with herself, right before Cynthia blasted the little harlot back to the pit that spawned her.
But the damage had been done.
And she was stuck with it.
Cynthia chewed on her lip worriedly. What she needed to do was get it dispelled, asap. Because a breeding rune was one of the more sinister magics. It enchanted a woman to desire a man to cum in her by any means. To be filled with seed and quicken with child. Which was bad enough, but the real danger was the longer she held out, the more the curse would change her in order to get what she needed. Corrupting her body and soul until she was just a demonic trollop begging for a good dicking. Not a problem if she got the curse banished. But if she ended up giving in, she'd be locked into whatever state she was in when she finally got that much needed fucking.
And how in the hells was she supposed to explain that?
A knock sounded at the door. "Cynthia? You okay?"
Cynthia squeaked, dropping her skirt hastily. "F-fine Roland!" she called. "Just fine! Just... just making sure this new hood fits! That's all."
"Alright. But be careful. We're not out of this dungeon yet."
Gods, and didn't she know it. She felt again a flush. They'd delved pretty deep into the dungeon today, and the way out was quite far. But she felt sure she could manage it. The curse would take time to take effect. Honestly, she could last a few hours without jumping Roland's bones. Fine bones that they were. Making the knight so big and strong and tanky. Always ready to take a hit for her. Let her do her stuff. So protective and sweet and...
She felt the heat within her stir and grow and she quickly shook her head. Get it together, girl! All she had to do was last a few hours and she could get out of the dungeon and head straight to the nearest temple to get the curse removed. For brief moment she considered telling Roland, but instantly dismissed the idea. The thought of admitting such an embarrassing thing appalled her. She couldn't tell him she'd done something as silly as getting cursed by some low-level imp. Not to mention he'd ask to see it. Ask if he could do anything for her, because he was such a good man. A kind man. A sweet, lovable, hunk of man who would be such a gentle lover and...
She groaned and slapped her cheeks again. Focus, girl. Focus! Turning on her heel, she marched to the door and opened it abruptly.
Roland waited on the other side, and just the sight of his handsome, worried face almost melted her legs out from under her with a sudden needy heat that shot from her core. Blonde hair curled about his face. A broad build confined by his heavy armour, a large shield and sword sheathed on his back, and an expression of genuine concern, he was what every mage dreamed their tank would be.
"Did you try on the hood?" he asked.
"Hm? Hood? O-oh! Yes. Mhmm. Yes, absolutely. It ah, it didn't boost my stats quite as much as I'd hoped. Haha!"
"That's a shame," he said, his eyes wandering down to her chest. "But uh, why are you leaving your robe a bit open like that?"
Cynthia looked down in surprise, realizing her collar was a bit undone, revealing a hint of her bust. "Oh, yes, that. Just... been feeling a bit hot in here. Thought I might get more air circulating. Cool myself a bit. Not a big deal."
"If you say so," Roland said, though she couldn't help but notice that his eyes lingered on the teasing hint of her breasts. A sensation of amused triumph thrilled through her, but she quickly tamped it down.
"Let's get going!" she declared, quickly passing him. "Gotta get above ground soon. Can't delay!"
"Oh, yes. Um, right. Of course," she heard Roland say, then the reassuring clank of his armour as he followed her. Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief, focusing on the present and what she needed to do. Just keep moving. Just keep going.
And try to ignore how comfortable it felt to put a bit of wiggle into her walk.
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Gods, why was it so hot!
Cynthia groaned as she sat on a rock, feeling the heat like her clothes were stuffed with burning coals. With every step she'd been feeling the curse mark pulse on her mons, threading more of its feverish warmth through her. Roland had gone to scout ahead for a bit, giving her a blessed opportunity to take a break. Gods, but she just needed a bit of relief. Just a little bit to get further.
She hesitated, reaching for the enchanted bell on the collar of her robe. She knew she shouldn't adjust her clothes. But if she did nothing, she'd pass out from heatstroke before reaching the surface. And if she did, then Roland would surely check on her. Maybe undress her. Then he'd see that mark and think she was a dumb bimbo and... and...
She grimaced and tightened her lips. Reluctantly, she touched the bell on her collar, gripped it, and willed a bit of relief.
Almost at once the fabric around her chest loosened, stretching and exposing more of her cleavage. She sighed with satisfaction, sagging a bit. Gods, that was so much better! But she still felt warm. Blushing a bit, she willed the sides of her robe to open, creating long slits that left only a strap of cloth covering her mons and ass. Somewhat scandalous, true, but there was no denying it was far more comfortable.
And... dare she say, cute?
She looked down at her chest and a worried frown marred her face. Was it just her, or was she... bigger? She cupped her chest, and had to bite her lip to suppress a sudden moan from escaping her. Oh... oh gosh, that... that felt good. So... so sensitive.
In fact, it was kind of hard to stop.
Stop feeling her big, soft chest. Giving it a bounce. A squeeze. Ohhhh, that felt gooood. She squirmed, legs rubbing together. But... but what would feel even better would be getting a big, studly, strong man to fill his loving hands with her big breasts. A man like...
"Roland," she breathed.
"C-Cynthia?"
She squeaked, snatching her hands back and looking up in shock to find the knight standing at the end of the tunnel, staring at her in amazement.
"Roland!" Cynthia exclaimed, bounding quickly to her feet, and as she did, she caught his eyes riveting to her chest as her breasts bounced in her top. A feeling of satisfaction filled her, but she dutifully ignored it. "What um, what did you find?" she asked.
Roland seemed to shake himself, blinking as he looked back up at her. "Find? Oh, yes. It seems clear ahead. Looks like the ah, monsters haven't respawned yet."
"Wonderful!" Cynthia said, snatching up her staff. "Then we should get going, shouldn't we?"
"Er, yes. We should. But uh, Cynthia, your clothes. They look..."
"Oh! That," she giggled, giving a quick twirl. "Do you like it?"
"I um..."
"Just getting a bit of cooler air. So hot down here, right?"
"It is?"
"Absolutely!" she said, smiling encouragingly. "So hot. Gets me all sweaty and warm. Just needed to, you know, get a bit of airflow going. Right? Anyway! No time to waste. Better get back on the move."
"I... guess," Roland said uncertainly.
"Exactly! Let's go," Cynthia exclaimed, bounding past him, trying to suppress the knowledge of how good it felt to have that strip of cloth swishing between her thighs. The way the silk stroked her panties and slick mound.
But she also noticed the way Roland watched her breasts bounce in her tight top as she went by.
