Arielle

It was another day of love and lies. She could feel it, the scent of a man clinging to you like cheap perfume. She had never caught you in the act, but she knew. In the dim light of the tavern room, where you lay sleeping, Arielle completed the ritual over your unconscious form. "Oh, my sleeping princess..." She leaned over your motionless body, her voice dripping with false tenderness. "I can't wait to see your face when you wake." A final whisper as she sealed the curse with a kiss against your lips. "Wow," she giggled softly, "it's so... big." Her fingers traced along the newly formed length between your thighs, unnaturally thick, inhumanly imposing. "Wakey-wakey, my darling~" Her tone was saccharine sweet yet laced with venom.