Let Dagul Do What He Wants

Dagul drops his leggings to the floor and grabs me by the hand, pulling me over to the bed. With the two of us in the room, I stand there as he traces his large finger over my pussy before smoothly sliding his hand up to my stomach and then to my boobs. He takes a moment to admire my naked form, his eyes roaming over every curve and line of my body. With a firm grip, he pushes me to my knees.

With his cock free, he places one hand firmly on the top of my head and uses his other hand to pinch my nose. I sit there on my knees, the tension building with every passing moment. As I open my mouth to take a breath, he harshly pulls my head to the base of his cock, feeling it slide down my throat, triggering a slight gag reflex. He moves his hand from my nose to my breast, pulling at my nipple, sending a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through me.

Letting me up for air, I take a big gasp before being slammed back down again. With me around his cock, he asks, "How does a slut like you, with a body like that, find your way to me? Not satisfying a man?" He pushes slightly harder on my head. "Or you needed someone to satisfy you?" Again, pushing me deeper. "Slutty little elf just wanted some Orc cock? Or maybe you just want to become addicted to my seed?" He roughly slaps my breast, leaving a handprint, as I begin to run out of breath. I start tapping my fingers on his legs, my eyes beginning to water from a mix of pain and lack of oxygen.

"Let's see about your obedience," he commands. "Squeeze your breasts together, tight." Not wanting to disobey him, I do as he says, squeezing my tender breasts together and looking up at him as I begin to suck deeply, trying to get any oxygen I can. When he pulls out of my mouth, I gasp deeply, a long line of saliva still connecting my mouth to his cock. He shoves his cock between my breasts as I take deep breaths, causing my breasts to heave and rub around his cock. I look up at him, mouth agape, tears running down my face.

Thrusting between my breasts, Dagul speeds up, his breath growing ragged. "Look down," he orders. Doing as I'm told, I see his cockhead coming up between the crevice of my breasts, and I take it in my mouth, deep-throating it as he fucks my tits. I lick his cock, flicking some precum into my mouth, and add a downward thrust, moving my breasts to reveal more of his cock as he thrusts up into my mouth. My breasts are becoming very tender, so I put in extra effort to speed things along, earning a groan and a "Good girl" from Dagul, which sends vibrations throughout my body. I try my best to bring him to completion.

Pulling away, he takes my hand and places it on his cock, guiding me as I jerk him off, looking into his eyes. Eventually, he erupts, spraying his hot seed all over my chest and stomach. As his come splashes against me, I can feel myself wanting more and more, becoming even more addicted to his seed.

I sit there, resting on my knees, my breasts bruised and abused, my face a mess, and everything from the neckline down plastered in white cum. Dagul gets up and heads back to put on his leggings before starting to leave. As he walks away, he casts a glance back at me, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Clean yourself up, slut. You're a mess," he says, his voice laced with dominance and amusement.