Elizabeth waited patiently for Ren's reaction, her crimson eyes fixed on his face with quiet curiosity. The glowing flowers around the garden continued their soft, rhythmic pulsing, casting shifting patterns of violet and silver across the stone bench. A cool night breeze carried the sweet, heady scent of night-blooming roses and distant forest whispers. For a few moments, only the faint rustling of leaves and the distant call of nocturnal creatures filled the air.
But Ren said nothing.
He sat completely still, staring at the ground between his feet. His hands were clenched tightly on his knees, knuckles turning white. Elizabeth's sharp gaze narrowed slightly as she noticed the change.
The crimson mark on Ren's face and arm had begun to glow brighter, the ancient veins pulsing with renewed intensity. A fresh wave of the curse was rising inside him — hotter, more demanding than before.
Inside Ren's mind, a storm was raging.
God… not now…
His breathing grew heavier. His body felt like it was burning from the inside. The mark throbbed in time with his heartbeat, sending waves of raw, animalistic lust surging through his veins. His cock hardened rapidly beneath his cloak, becoming painfully stiff and throbbing with urgent need.
His eyes involuntarily drifted to Elizabeth's chest.
Her breasts… so big… so soft…
He could vividly imagine grabbing them. Sinking his fingers deep into that warm, heavy flesh. Squeezing them roughly, feeling them overflow between his hands. Pulling down the front of her dress, exposing those perfect, pale tits completely. Leaning down and sucking hard on her stiff nipples, tasting her skin, hearing her moan as he devoured her chest.
The thoughts came faster, filthier.
Make her naked. Rip that dress off. Push her down on this bench and bury my face between her thighs again. Fuck her. Cum inside her. Fill that witch's pussy until it overflows with my seed.
Ren's jaw clenched so hard it ached. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His cock twitched violently, leaking precum and pressing painfully against the fabric of his pants. The curse whispered in his mind like a seductive demon:
She wants it. She's right here. Just take her. Grab those fat tits. Suck them. Fuck her raw.
He fought it with everything he had.
No… No! Not again. I won't hurt her. I won't become that monster.
His hands trembled on his knees as he forced himself to stay seated. Every muscle in his body was tense, locked in a brutal internal war. The lust was so strong it made his head spin. His vision blurred slightly at the edges, focused only on the deep cleavage of Elizabeth's dress and the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath.
Elizabeth watched him silently, her expression shifting from curiosity to understanding. She could see the crimson mark glowing brighter. She could see the way his body trembled, the way his eyes kept flicking to her chest before forcing themselves away. She could practically feel the battle raging inside him.
She didn't move. She didn't speak. She simply waited, giving him the space to fight his own demons.
Ren's breathing became ragged. His cock was aching so badly it hurt. The images wouldn't stop — Elizabeth naked, moaning, riding him, her heavy tits bouncing as he thrust deep inside her.
Just once… just a little…
He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood, using the pain to anchor himself.
No. I won't. I'm not that person.
The garden around them seemed to hold its breath. The glowing flowers dimmed slightly, as if sensing the dark struggle happening on the stone bench. The night wind whispered through the black roses, carrying faint, distant echoes that sounded almost like mocking laughter.
Ren remained seated, trembling, sweating, fighting with every ounce of his willpower against the curse that wanted to turn him into a beast once again.
Elizabeth's crimson eyes softened with a mixture of pity and quiet respect.
She said nothing.
She simply waited.
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The night grew heavier.
Ren sat rigid on the stone bench, every muscle in his body locked in a desperate battle against the rising curse. His breathing was ragged, his cock painfully hard and throbbing beneath his cloak. The crimson mark on his face and arm burned like liquid fire, pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat.
Then, from beyond the invisible barrier surrounding the garden, the whispers began.
At first, they were faint — distant, overlapping voices carried on the wind like smoke.
"…fuck her…"
"…take her…"
"…breed the witch…"
Ren's eyes widened. He froze.
The whispers grew louder. More numerous. More insistent. They came from every direction at once — from the dark trees beyond the barrier, from the ground beneath their feet, from the very air itself. Malevolent, hungry, and dripping with raw lust.
"Fuck her tight cunt…"
"Squeeze those fat tits…"
"Fill her with your seed until she overflows…"
"Make her scream your name…"
"Break her. Breed her. Claim her…"
The voices multiplied into a horrifying chorus. Some were deep and guttural, others high-pitched and mocking, all of them overlapping in a deafening cacophony. The barrier around the garden seemed to vibrate under the pressure of the forest's hunger.
Elizabeth's crimson eyes narrowed. She heard them too. Her expression remained calm on the surface, but her fingers tightened around the edge of the bench until her knuckles turned white. The whispers were speaking directly to the curse inside Ren — feeding it, stoking it, trying to push him over the edge.
Ren's hands shook violently. His cock twitched hard, leaking precum as the voices drilled into his mind. Sweat poured down his face. The images flooded him again — Elizabeth naked, moaning, her pussy stretched around his cock, her heavy breasts bouncing as he fucked her senseless.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Without a word, he stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over the teacup. His legs trembled as he turned and walked — almost ran — back toward the cabin. He didn't look at Elizabeth. He couldn't. The shame and lust burning inside him were too overwhelming.
The door slammed shut behind him with a heavy thud.
Elizabeth remained seated on the stone bench, alone in the glowing garden. The whispers from beyond the barrier continued for a few moments longer, growing fainter and more frustrated, before finally fading into the night.
She sat perfectly still, staring at the closed door of the cabin. The black roses swayed gently around her, their silver edges catching the starlight. A single tear slipped down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away.
She understood.
The boy was fighting with everything he had. He had locked himself away again, choosing to suffer alone rather than risk hurting her. The curse was screaming for release, amplified by the forest itself, yet he still resisted.
Elizabeth let out a long, quiet sigh, her crimson eyes filled with a complex mixture of guilt, admiration, and sorrow.
"Poor child…" she whispered to the empty garden. "You carry so much… and you're still trying to protect me."
The glowing flowers around her pulsed softly, as if offering silent comfort. The night wind whispered through the trees beyond the barrier, carrying the faint, mocking laughter of the forest.
Inside the cabin, Ren had collapsed onto the bed once more, breathing hard, fists clenched, fighting the relentless hunger that refused to let him rest.
Outside, Elizabeth sat alone in her fragile sanctuary, listening to the forest's endless hunger, wondering how long the boy could endure before something finally broke.