I Reject Dagul's Offer

I stand up on shaky legs, my body still tingling from the intense pleasure Dagul had inflicted upon me. His words echo in my mind - "If you want to join me on my journey as my personal cocksleeve." The realization of what I had just done hits me like a ton of bricks.

I was an elf, one of the proud and noble race. Orcs were our sworn enemies, the beasts who had slaughtered countless of my kin during their vicious raids. And yet, here I was, having just been thoroughly fucked by one - and loving every second of it.

The thought of my slain brethren, of my family, fills me with shame and disgust. How could I have betrayed my people so? I was a traitor, a whore who had spread her legs for the enemy.

"No, I can't," I hear myself say, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. "I won't."

Dagul's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them. Before I can react, he's grabbed me by the throat, lifting me off the ground as if I weigh nothing. He drags me out of the tent, my feet scrambling for purchase on the rough ground.

"Hey!" he shouts, his voice booming across the camp. "This slut was on her knees begging for my cock, and now she wants more!"

I'm thrown to the ground, my breath knocked from my lungs. The orc's laughter rings in my ears as he strides back into his tent, leaving me exposed and ****.

Men begin to gather around me, their eyes gleaming with hunger and lust. They stroke their shafts, readying themselves to use me for their own pleasure. I sob openly, tears streaming down my face as I curl into a ball, trying to make myself small.

But they don't let up. They laugh at my weakness, at my humiliation. Their seed rains down on me, coating my skin and hair in a thick layer of sticky fluid. I can't escape it, can't avoid it. I'm nothing more than a receptacle for their pleasure, a toy for them to use and discard.

When they finally tire of their game, they leave me there, broken and used. I lay in the dirt, my tears mixing with the semen until dawn breaks over the horizon. Only then do I manage to drag myself to a nearby lake, cleaning the filth from my body as best I can.

My clothes and sword are waiting for me when I return. I dress quickly, my body aching and bruised. But there's a determination in my eyes now, a fire that hadn't been there before. I may have been broken, but I refused to stay that way.