I Accept Dagul's Offer

I slowly regain consciousness, my body aching from the intense pounding Dagul had given me. As I stir, I realize I'm still lying in the pool of his seed on the cold, hard ground. The sticky fluid coats my skin, a reminder of my degradation.

Dagul's voice cuts through the haze of my thoughts. "Wake up, cunt."

I blink, trying to orient myself. The tent is already packed up, and daylight streams in through the flaps. Goddess only knows how long I've been lying here, exposed and ****. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I imagine how many people may have seen me like this.

Dagul tosses me a blanket, and I quickly wrap it around myself, shielding my nakedness. As I stumble to my feet, I notice that my clothes are packed away in one of the bags.

"Come on," Dagul says gruffly, heading towards the exit. "We're leaving."

I follow him out of the tent, squinting against the bright sunlight. We walk away from the town, the rising sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. I shiver slightly, the cool morning air prickling my skin.

As we walk, I can't help but reflect on what I've become. A willing cocksleeve to an orc, my own desires and needs pushed aside in favor of pleasing him. It's a perversion of everything I once believed in, everything my people taught me.

And yet, there's a part of me that craves it. The degradation, the humiliation, the pain. It ignites a fire in my core, a need that I can't deny. I hate myself for it, but I know I would submit to Dagul again if he asked. Perhaps I was always meant to be a slut, and the orc simply brought it out in me.