Morning In The Longhouse

When I wake up, Dagul isn't in bed anymore. I groggily get up, making my way to the war room, where I find him in his armor, poring over some maps, his expression intense and focused.

"Finally, I thought I might have already broken you too hard," he says, glancing up at me with a mix of amusement and dominance. "Anyways, I have some things to attend to. I'll be back later, and I expect you to be here, ready for more. In the meantime, though, I would suggest something to wear unless you're fine being in town naked, which I have no problem with, but I think you're a bit too modest for that right now."

And with that, Dagul leaves, not without giving my butt a tight squeeze, a smirk playing on his lips as he walks away.

Taking his advice, I grab my blanket to at least have something to cover myself with and head down to the market. The market area is bustling with orcs, and many of them are too busy to pay me any attention, which is just what I like. However, trying to find a shop that sells clothes is very difficult, given that almost everyone here is naked. Finally, I find a small shop and enter.

"Hello, welcome to... Oh, I'm sorry, you must be Dagul's mate. I'm Lizeth, the town seamstress," the orc woman says, her voice friendly and curious.

"Hello, I'm Kaitlin. How did you know I'm with Dagul?" I ask, a bit taken aback.

"Oh, honey, the whole town knows. You're the only elf that's ever been here, not to mention every man here wants you, and I can see why," she says, her eyes roaming over my body appreciatively.

I blush at her comment, "I'm... Thank you, that's kind of you."

"Of course. Anyways, what can I help you with?" Lizeth asks, her tone turning business-like.

"I was looking for some clothes," I reply, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"Ohhh... Yeah, we don't really have clothes. The only thing we really have that would cover you is our cover garments. But they're not really clothes, per se," Lizeth explains, taking me over to a rack of garments. All she has are some two-piece outfits made from dried skins that barely cover anything.

"You don't have anything else?" I ask, hoping for something more modest.

"No, sorry, this is all we have," Lizeth says, shrugging apologetically.

"Well, I'll take it then," I say, grabbing the outfit. Lizeth takes me to a back room where I can change. Dropping my blanket, I try on the bra from the two-piece set, but it's small, meant for orc size. After struggling with it for a while, I finally manage to get it to fit, but it's super tight and makes my breasts look ready to pop out at any moment. The bikini bottom is a bit tight on the waist but otherwise fits fine. Unfortunately, it doesn't cover much—only my pussy is covered, and in the back, my ass cheeks hang out, wide in view for everyone. At least it's something better than nothing.

Thanking Lizeth, I leave the shop and head over to see Itzera.

"Excuse me, Itzera?" I call out as I approach the spiritual leader.

"Ah, Dagul's mate. What is your name, child?" Itzera asks, her voice wise and knowing.

"Kaitlin," I reply, feeling a sense of respect and awe in her presence.

"It's a beautiful name you have. But enough of that, what troubles you? Is it the ritual? The one I mentioned?" Itzera asks, her eyes piercing into mine.

"Yes, it actually is," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm sorry, my child, for saying that. I'm sure Dagul could have judged you better than I have. You see, the ritual is dangerous, but not because of physical harm. I assume Dagul has told you that you must both do the ritual. The danger is in the temptations. The reason people cannot complete the trial is that their spirits never return. They are led astray by temptations," Itzera explains, her voice serious and solemn.

"So, what can I do to not be tempted?" I ask, **** for guidance.

"Unfortunately, my dear, there is no straight answer to it. I guess the best way to combat it is to keep yourself grounded. You must have the resolve to come back, remember why you were there in the first place," Itzera advises, her voice filled with wisdom.

"So, I need to have a strong urge to come back?" I ask, trying to understand.

"Yeah, it could be said that way. It's up to you to determine what makes you want to come back. Just keep in mind if you fail, not only will you die, but Dagul will as well," Itzera warns, her expression grave.

After my cheerful conversation with Itzera, I bid her farewell and thanked her for the advice before heading home. Upon entrance, I saw Dagul was waiting for me.

"You're late. I don't like to be kept waiting," he says, his voice firm and authoritative, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.