He's Right

The feeling of arousal is overwhelming; Dagul is right. No doubt his seed from before is starting to fuel my decisions. Ashamed but incredibly aroused, I drop to my knees, letting the blanket fall away, exposing my naked body.

"Do with me as you please..." I tell him, my voice cracking with a mix of submission and anticipation. My loins burn with desire, eager for what's to come.

"Get into the tent, bitch," he orders, grabbing my hair and yanking me hard. I crawl inside on all fours, Dagul guiding me by pulling my hair. The tent is dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of sex and sweat.

I barely have time to adjust to my surroundings as he pulls me by my hair again, forcing my head towards his loins. He undresses quickly, his large cock springing free. He shoves it into my mouth, and I gag, finding it difficult to accommodate his size. He deep-throats me brutally, making me **** on his manhood. After a few seconds, where I can barely breathe, he pulls out, panting heavily. I gasp for air, but my respite is short-lived as he resumes fucking my mouth.

For several minutes, I'm brutally face-fucked, his erect cock stretching my mouth. Slowly, I get accustomed to his large cock, and I start to suck him off, my head bobbing up and down as I take him deeper. He suddenly pulls out, and as I try to catch my breath, I feel a rope being tied around my wrists. In a few seconds, my hands are bound together, and he secures the other end of the rope to the tent's central beam. I'm left kneeling, my hands bound above my head, my body exposed and ****.

Dagul stands in front of me, groping my breasts, his large hands squeezing and kneading my flesh. I moan as he touches me, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. But then I cry out in pain as he suddenly slaps my breasts hard. For a minute, he plays with them, groping, mashing, and smacking them, leaving me a mess of conflicting sensations—pain and pleasure intertwined.

Then, he forces his large cock between my breasts, using his arms to mash them together, creating a tight channel for him to fuck. I moan and groan as he moves his hips, his cock sliding between my breasts, the sensation intense and overwhelming. After several minutes of this, he shoots his massive load of cum onto my face and breasts, covering me in his semen, marking me as his.

By now, I'm so aroused that I beg him, "Please, fuck me. Make me orgasm."

He looks down at me, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "With pleasure, slut," he rumbles, his voice a low, dangerous growl.