Dagul's Not Done Yet

I wake up with a yawn, not remembering anything from last night except why my pussy is sore? I feel a strong arm wrapped around my stomach and rub it gently, remembering it's Dagul's, making me smile. "What happened last night?" I nuzzle my ass against the pelvis of Dagul to wake him up.

"Well, you got a lot of seed, that's for sure," Dagul chuckles as I gasp and turn, realizing my massive mistake. I try to get his thick, erect dick out of my pussy, but he holds me firmly in place.

"You... you came in me! You could have gotten me addicted," I sob, feeling a mix of betrayal and fear.

"You weren't saying that yesterday. You moaned like a good whore while I did it and milked my balls too. You just kept draining my balls over and over again," Dagul smirks, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him. "And now you're one step closer to being completely mine," he chuckles, his voice filled with satisfaction and dominance.

I sob, "Oh no... Please don't let this happen," looking down at my stomach and weeping at the thought of Dagul's sperm inside of me, potentially messing with my head. I rush to the edge of the bed, holding my head in my hands, feeling my tears running down my cheeks. I'm disgusted with myself for falling victim to his cum, my body betraying me in the most intimate way.