I Get My On Dagul

I'm trembling on the ground, Dagul's seed coating every inch of my skin. My body aches, my asshole throbs, but there's a dark satisfaction deep inside me. I've never felt so used, so degraded, and yet so alive.

Dagul's cock slips out of my ass with a wet plop, and I let out a whimper of protest. I crave his touch, his brutal fucking. When he grabs my hair and slaps my ass, I moan, pushing my hips back towards him, silently begging for more.

But instead of giving me what I want, he yanks me up by my hair, forcing me to my knees. His cock slaps against my face, slick with my own juices. I open my mouth automatically, my tongue darting out to lick at the swollen head.

"You're a natural-born cocksucker," he growls, his hand fisting in my hair. "A filthy slut who loves to swallow cum."

He thrusts into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I gag and sputter, but I don't pull away. If anything, I take him deeper, relishing the way he stretches my lips and fills my mouth.

I can feel my orgasm building again, a pressure that starts in my core and radiates outward. When he rams his cock down my throat and cums, I come with him, my pussy clenching on nothing as a stream of juice squirts out.

Dagul pulls out, cum dripping from my chin and onto my tits. I look down at myself, covered in spunk and my own fluids. I'm a mess, a dirty whore who gets off on being used.

"Look at you," Dagul says, his voice heavy with amusement and contempt. "You're the lewdest fuck I've ever had. I was hoping you'd show up tonight so I could finish what we started."

I can't respond, my throat raw and sore from his cock. Instead, I just stare up at him, waiting for his next command.

"You are the lewdest whore I've ever fucked!" he smirked before plunging his cock into my mouth. As he pumps his cock in my mouth, I can feel his balls bursting with semen. With a deep thrust, he rams his cock down my throat and cums inside me.

But his cum is exceptionally thick and is almost addictive as I swallow it down part of me wants to stay here swallowing his seed for the rest of my life. I am puzzled as to how his cum can taste so delicious.

"Drink in all my cum, you slut! I was hoping you would have shown up tonight. I still had a lot more to do with you after our fight," Dagul grinned.

After several minutes, his cock finally goes limp, leaving me a belly full of cum. I look slightly pregnant, and I might even be pregnant. I hope I am not. I open my mouth to cool my warm cum-laced throat, letting some of that tantalizing liquid drip onto my ample bosom.

I twist my head behind to examine my butt. Two visible red handprints are etched onto each ass cheek.

Dagul, satisfied by the rough fucking, lies on his mattress while I rummage through my clothes. Once he closes his eyes, I cast a spell on him, causing him to sleep. While he snores soundly, I cast another one on myself to clean up all the sperm inside and outside of me.

"Thank the gods I know some magic," I tell myself.

I grab a potion from my pocket and pour a teaspoon of its contents into his throat. It is an infertility potion that causes its user to be impotent. I smile as he drinks up the liquid.

Before I leave his tent, I loot all his money and look back at him contemplating if I should cut his throat in his sleep, but I figure this is punishment enough for him.