"Godsforsaken witch..." I curse under my breath, continuing down the worn cobblestone road until it turns into naught but driest dirt and sludgy mud. The stout, aged woman had cackled at my request for healing elixirs before my journey to Alashir to join the guilds there, calling me a soon-to-be guildmaster's pet, laying a curse on me before she and her hut disappeared in a puff of blackest smoke.

Now an insatiable heat burns between my legs, beneath my cotton panties and within my riding trousers, causing a flushness in my cheeks as I trudge along towards my destination. My blonde hair drapes down over my back under my cloak, my bright green eyes guided forward by the moonlight, my modest bust heaving beneath my laced blouse, acutely aware of the friction betwixt my garments and my overripe peach, wide-hip-framed rear.

A flicker of orange comes along the road, a figure by their fire. As I draw closer I see a mule and wares pulled off from its back and stacked high, a gray-haired, one-eyed wolf-man leaned against his goods, smoking a pipe. I approach cautiously, deciding it best I stop and get some rest seeing as I've yet to find an inn-- a decision I'd not have usually made.

"Mind if I warm myself for a spell?" He gives a quiet nod, letting out a long jet of smoke from his maw as he closes his eyes and settles back further against his wares.

I slip off my overcloak, bundling it up into a makeshift pillow, taking my sword from my back and laying it by my side. I toss and turn a while, trying to get comfortable and ignore the lusts filling my mind as the witches his curse works its magic. As the night wears on the fire dwindles into embers and I find my ringed fingers sinking down between my legs, quietly touching myself with bated breath to attempt to relieve the need overflowing in me.

And then, I gasp too loud.

"Need help, little warrior?" He asks in a gruff voice, not moving yet.

No, I reply trepidatiously inside. "Y-Yes.." I whimper out loud.

He comes to his feet and I roll onto my back, watching him unlace his trousers and drop them around his ankles. His eyes glow in the night, the light of the embers just enough to produce a silhouette of his furry sheath and swaying, heavy balls, his blood-red cock already extended and hard, drooling its precum. Silently, he tugs off my boots, revealing my stocking-clad feet as he sets them aside. I realize I've already unlaced my own pants, his clawed hands grabbing at my waist and pulling them off next with my panties also in his grasp. With my pants at the ground and panties dangling off one angle he grips at my hips, lifting me from the ground as he crouches down and I'm left to support myself with my arms.

My pussy is leaking to the ground, my larger outer labia and smaller inner labia giving it a 'puffy' look. "A-Ahh..!" I yelp, feeling his pointed shaft sink inside. He continues forward without pausing, not satisfied until his pelvis is pressed against me and he lets out a heavy, guttural moan. Reeling back and beginning his thrusts each one rocks me backwards, my breasts bouncing beneath my shirt as I let out little groans of satisfaction. My walls grip at his wide length, eager to receive their reward, to sate their need. He holds me tight, ramming in deep, and I can feel his precum further slicking my insides. I can feel his knot swelling, the thrusts becoming shallow, its thickness unable to so easily find its way inside.

"Mff!" He grunts, his orgasm coming before mine, knot pressed against my lower lips as his thick cum rushes into me, the heat urging me closer to my own climax. Thankfully, he does not leave me hanging. I can hear his paws scratching against the ground, frantically pushing forward until his knot seals his seed inside. "Ohh... by the Gods..." I whimper, overwhelmed by the sensation. He continues to hump at me, one hand moving to grope my breasts as he grunts, sheath tickling at my sensitive nub with each press forward. My back arches, my mouth goes agape, and the rapture of orgasm shoots through my body like a lightning bold, shuddering below him. It seems too much for him to bear my convulsing, another more modest load flooding me further. As I gather my breath he turns me on my side and collapses beside me, my eyes facing his broad chest.

His hands knead at my rear idly, his breath brushing at the top of my head. Neither of us exchange words before he drifts to sleep. I'm still plagued by this fullness, his knot locked inside me, yet my own exhaustion from a day of travel begins to catch up with me. Finally as it relents, shrinking down and retreating back into his sheath, I feel his seed leak out over my thighs and I too fall asleep.

When I wake at the first inkling of dawn I'm alone, my things still all in place, my boots sat next to each other with my trousers beside. There's a heavy wool blanket laid over me showing some semblance of consideration, the mules and wares likewise gone.

Groggily, I get dressed, attempting to shake off my shame at last night's tryst. Listening closely I hear a stream farther into the forest, setting off in that direction to wash myself of the remnants of the interaction.

As I do the familiar heat blossoms again.

Hello! This one here for my non-human ladies and men alike. I'd love to play as Rowena, an unnaturally lustful warrioress navigating her travels and finding herself weak in the knees for such non-human lovers. As for who you are... Whatever you wish! Generally the more bestial the intriguing, maybe 'feral', though anything insect related is very off limits. Have an idea, though. Just as Rowena is a concrete character I'm looking for others who have their own. Lacking inspiration? Then I might suggest investigating some of Bad Dragon's products and inventing characters based on them.

GMs are also acceptable given the broadness of the setting created and the structure this prompt establishes of short trysts, but I'm more than satisfied with the idea of a more regular pairing.

I'd prefer this not be strictly non-con, Rowena not unattracted to these partners but her usual singular focus on the task at hand eroded completely by the curse. Basically fantasies which would usually remain only in her mind she's far more willing to play out in reality. Her mind is still ultimately her own, confident, brash, capable, single-minded, but at the prospect of interspecies lovers she's unbearably weak in the knees.

Where kinks are concerned I insist you review my DPP Profile to get more of an idea there as well as what I seek in partners. On that note, please be able to write at length and to do so consistently. Not consistently as in you reply the fastest. Nothing is more demoralizing than crafting a long post, receiving an equally well-thought-out reply, only for the length (and presumably interest) to dwindle to just a couple of sentences. Also, don't reach out to me using Reddit Chat, it's a horrid platform and completely incompatible with what I search for in a partner.

While I expect this to be more popular with men, women are very much encouraged to reach out! Preferred, even, as that will surely make for some interesting scenarios. Even should you hope to be a fellow lady with the same affliction I'm sure we could work something out.

Hope to hear from some of you!