Clerical help...

The next morning you woke up alone in bed.

Alric had already left early in the morning to work at the forge. After all, his status as a local blacksmith's apprentice requires constant work. And, unfortunately, the pay for apprentices is low... Apprentices work for many years only for the chance to one day become a full-fledged master blacksmith who has the right to open his own forge. In large cities, the organization of apprentices' work is usually resolved within the framework of local craft guilds. In small settlements, like this village, the work of apprentices almost entirely depends on the goodwill and honesty of the corresponding master craftsman. It is not uncommon for a person to work for peanuts all his life and never increase his rank or stop being an apprentice.

Thinking about the identity of your savior Alric, you slowly dressed yourself in a worn-out commoner's dress.

Old patches on the dress...

Stains of sperm...

The smell of male seed hovers in this small room...

And this musky aroma has permeated some areas of your skin.

Redness on the skin due to the strong touch of male fingers last night...

Yesterday night... was strange and at the same time amazing in sensations.

After getting dressed, you washed yourself and left this house, ignoring the evil whispers of "your" relatives.

"Dirty slut..." - Aunt Brunhilde looked in your direction with undisguised contempt.

"Your" cousin Burik only muttered a few vile curses.

Judging by his beaten appearance (bruises under the eyes, large bruises on the neck and right cheek, many abrasions with dried blood) it was not at all difficult for you to guess that this bastard is still afraid to approach you because of Alric's actions yesterday. Burik is reasonably afraid of another "meeting with fists" of your boyfriend.

"Your boyfriend Alric"...

The very thought of it creates a chaos of conflicting thoughts in your head: "The night with Alric was simply stunning... Stop! These are the sensations of this female body... The body affects thoughts... These thoughts are not mine! This is not real! I need to control myself! The main thing is to return to my real, male body!"

So, you go outside.

The village of Olinsford...

A cold wind in your face...

Snowflakes are slowly falling from the sky...

"Stupid whore! Are you looking for someone to suck a dick? And have you tried going to work?!" - the disapproving muttering of a couple of passing female peasants reminds you of "your" reputation in this settlement. The local inhabitants, of course, have not forgotten the events of the last few days. Therefore, their attitude towards you is still shitty (Alric is rather a happy and unique exception to the rule).

"Well... I don't have a job - innkeeper fired me rather rudely yesterday. And who cares about this job - it's more important to get my real body back! What methods should I use for this? Is this a curse? Maybe someone who knows how to remove curses can help me? I need to look for someone like that in the village..."

So, having been body swapped into the female body of Hildy the tavern wench, you decide to visit the local priest Bernard. In hope he can undo the spell and get you back into your body. As the tavern wench, you sway your hips as you walk to the priest's chamber, your new body's large breasts bouncing with each step. You enter the room and find the holy man, Father Bernard, kneeling in prayer. He looks up at you, his eyes widening as he sees the tavern wench's voluptuous curves.

"Hello, Father Bernard," you say in a voice that sounds foreign to your own ears. "I have a problem that I need your help with."

You explain to him about the body swap and how you need him to perform a ritual to return you to your original body. He listens intently, a look of lust and desire growing in his eyes as they roam over your lush body.

"Ah, my dear, I will do what I can to help," he says, standing up. "But first, I will need to…examine your body to determine the extent of the curse."

He begins to run his hands over your body, groping your breasts through the thin fabric of your tavern wench dress. You shudder at his touch, feeling both disgusted and aroused. He slides the dress off your shoulders, revealing your full, heavy breasts.

"Mmm, yes, this is quite a powerful curse," the priest murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "We will need to perform a very intimate ritual to break it."

He pushes you down onto a bed in the corner of the room and hikes up your skirt. You spread your legs without protest as he kneels between them. His fingers delve into your wet pussy as he leans down and takes one of your hard nipples in his mouth.

You try to protest, but the priest is insistent, forcing you down onto the bed. "No, Father Bernard, I didn't mean…" But he cuts you off, ripping your dress away and exposing your breasts. He gropes them roughly as he grinds his erect cock against your thigh.

"I know what you meant, whore," he growls. "You need my help, and I'm going to give it to you. Now spread your fucking legs and take it like a good little tavern slut."

You try to push him away, but he's too strong, pinning your wrists above your head. He forces your legs apart with his knees and positions his cock at your entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself inside you, stretching and tearing your tender hole. You scream in pain, but it only seems to excite him more.

He starts fucking you hard and fast, grunting and sweating as he uses your body for his own pleasure. Tears stream down your face as he pounds into you, his cock driving deeper into your abused cunt with each thrust. "Fuck, your cunt is so tight," he groans. "I'm going to fill this whore hole with my cum."

He hammers into you mercilessly, his balls slapping against your ass as he chases his orgasm. With a roar, he slams into you one final time and spills his seed deep inside your womb. You feel his hot cum flooding your insides as he grinds against you, milking out every last drop.

He collapses on top of you, his softening cock still buried inside you as he pants heavily. "There, the ritual is complete," he says, a satisfied smirk on his face. "The curse is broken."

You just lie there in agony, the pain and humiliation overwhelming you, his cum leaking out of your ravaged pussy. The priest rolls off you and tucks himself back into his robes.

"Come see me again if you need my services," he says with a wink before leaving you alone and broken on the bed.