Let's strike a better deal.

Stillwater Lake is a small fishing town, so named because of the lake upon which it sits. There is a river into it and a river leading out, so it isn't truly a still water; however, surrounded by forest as it is, the surface is rarely disturbed by more than small breezes. There were only a handful of quests to be found, and most of them required a high level but had a low reward (small fishing towns can't afford much); the number of heroes who would go out of their way to come here was pretty small.

Apparently Mienna had been one of them. She had been much more dutiful about performing her services, though; the amount of time this knight took to enter the village hall and exit again must have meant he didn't even stop to listen to the people's thanks.

Apparently his mind was focused on something else.

"Okay, little girl, here's the necklace. Now go run along somewhere while I have a talk with your guardian here."

"Seriously, I told you I was cursed. Cut the 'little girl' crud."

"When you're tall enough to say that to my face again, I'll think about it. Scoot."

"It's okay, Mienna. Why don't you go wait inside the hall?"

She stares at you, blatantly aware of what you're about to do. You'd be lying if you said you weren't looking forward to it...but at the same time, you need to do your best to help Mienna. She was your little girl, after all.

"Fine. I'll be inside when you're done. Probably won't take that long," she grumbles, just barely soft enough that the knight doesn't make it out. She disappears through the doors, and the pair of you disappear down the nearest alley. Well...more like space between houses; calling this small, quiet footpath an alley was a bit of a stretch. Small town problems.

Despite how frisky you're feeling, you remain in control. You guide him back against the house's wall and slip your hand into his pants, slowly caressing his soft penis. Under your touch, it rapidly hardens. "Mm, you're excited for this," you breathe into his ear.

"Of fucking course. Getting laid for the price of a cheap necklace-!"

"Oh?" you ask, feigning surprise. "Laid? For a little bauble like that, I was only going to pump it for you. Maybe give it a lick if I got curious."

"What!? Are you fucking kidding-! Oooooooh." You interrupted his objection with a well-timed ball fondle.

"Can you really say you're dissatisfied with this?" you tease, looking at the goofy expression he's making.

"Urgh...But-!" he tries to deny.

"I know. You want to put it in, right? You want to thrust it into me and pump me full of your semen. You want to breed me like a sow. Right?"

A small shudder passes down his spine. He can only nod dumbly.

"Well...If you'll do us a special favor, I'll be happy to let you."

"What...is that?" he pants.

"Mienna needs to get levels, so...if you'll let her kill you..."

The lust-haze in his eyes disappears in an instant. His dick even begins to soften. "What shit trap are you baiting me into?!" he demands.

You start to panic on the inside, but you keep your voice sultry and your hand massaging. "It's not a trap. I'm being open and honest. She needs some levels, and killing you would probably be enough to break the first part of the curse. If you'll agree, you can do all the nasty things you want with me. And you'll only lose one level; that doesn't sound like a bad deal, right?"

His dick was hard again. You could see the conflict raging between his brains and his loins. It wasn't long before his loins won out.

"Alright! I'll do it!"

"Good boy," you purr in his ear. "Then, come claim your reward for this quest." You step back and unbutton your dress, letting the front fall open and revealing your bra-less chest. His eyes latch onto your full breasts as though he's mesmerized. He stumbles forward, dumbly groping toward the alluring orbs. As his hands sink into your flesh, you moan softly. Feeling his hands on your tender flesh is making everything inside you burn hot.

Something in his mind snaps. Suddenly his lame pawing becomes violent squeezing. It hurts, but at the same time it feels so good. He pulls you roughly and pushes you against the wall, face-first. One hand still groping your chest, his other flips up the skirt covering your lower half. "No panties?" he growls. "Looks like the little slut wanted this all along!"

"Just -AH- making sure my - MMM- customer is happy," you gasp in reply.

"I'll be happy...when you're full!" he roars, plunging his entire length into you in one go.

Your vision goes white for a moment. His raging erection is so hot you could swear you're being scalded inside. It's as hard as an iron stake. But...it's only about as long as one, too. Definitely not as nice as adult Mienna's member was. But even smaller dicks can be amazing. Trying to do so discreetly so he won't notice, you shrink the size of your pussy until it's squeezing him firmly and his tip just barely kisses your cervix every time he bottoms out.

"Oh fuck, this pussy is amazing! It's so tight even though you're a whore!"

"A whore? I'm just -MMM- doing this for -HAAAH- for my little girl."

"So you'll fuck men for her sake? Doesn't that make you a whore? Selling your body to strangers."

"Don't get me wrong." You turn your head so you can make eye contact as he thrusts into you from behind. "I'll do whatever I have to to help her. But I fuck men...for ME!" You thrust your hips back into his, drawing out a deep groan of appreciation from the knight. Bucking back against him, you slowly steal away his pace and replace it with your own. Soon he's working hard just to keep up with the intense beating you're giving his dick. Not that he's complaining; he can't even get cohesive words out anymore.

"Come on, baby, fill me with that potent, knightly seed! Fill me with your cum! Cum!" you scream.

He goes over the edge. A blast of semen stronger than any he's ever shot in his life erupts from the tip of his dick straight into your womb. You can feel the heat coating your insides, followed by another burst, and another. Your walls clamp down in ecstasy, milking every last drop from his testicles. When he finally stops spurting semen, your womb is full. He falls backward, his softening member squelching out of your folds.

"Holy...Fuck..." he pants breathlessly. You grin as you turn around and stand over him, straddling him.

"Worth a level, right?"

"Fuck yes," he moans. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

You giggle. "Maybe we'll meet again sometime and I'll want to express even more 'gratitude.' As long as you can help us."

"Yeah," he sighs, already picturing your next encounter. "I'll do it."