First Drawback: Oral fixation

Another loud ping! And another floating parchment unfolds infront of my face. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as my mind comprehend what I was reading.

Divide Curse - Oral fixation

Type: Compulsion

You are compelled to perform Oral sex at least once a day. If you go longer than 24 hours with out performing oral sex, your desire to do so will gradually increase over time. Failure to engage in Oral sex after 72 hours will lead to severe withdrawal symptoms and an inability to refuse any request to perform oral sex.

It was like a switch had been flipped in my mind as the parchment disappeared. Suddenly my lips are gripping tightly around Vulca's volcanic meat stick. Her cum visibly surging up her length it fights for space in my quickly filling mouth. I can already feel my body moving on it's own as I unwillingly slide further down Vulca's cock. The curse leaving me **** but to swallow her unrelenting load.

"F-ffuuuck! W-what are you t-trying to do? Suck my my soul? Hhhuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaa!" I could see the pained look on Vulca's face. The amazon I had first met now look so small and frightened. But her pleas were futile; I had no way to stop myself and could only brace myself as the curse compelled me to take all of her girth.

"Gluck uullaggck! *cough* hhhuuuk!" Some of Vulca's cum spurted passed the seal of my lips as I try my hardest not to gag. As my lips touched her base, it became near impossible to catch my breath. My vision getting blurry, my grasp on the magical chain of the bind spell slipping and Vulca's balls show no signs of stopping.

Then POP! As the last of Vulca's cum dribbled out of her cock head, my lips were allow to release. I immediately used what strength I had left pull myself off the orc woman and began coughing up what little salty goo that I hadn't managed to swallow.

I'm pretty sure I had passed out after that, since the next thing I see is Vulca looking down at me, holding my head in her lap.

"Sleep well?"

I shot up and crawled away from her in a panic. My binding spell had clearly worn off after I'd passed out and didn't know if I had any other magic to defend myself.

"Hey, hey, it's ok!" Vulca's said, holding up her hands. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm sorry about attacking you earlier. You're not the only one under the influence of a curse. I assume that's what that last parchment was telling you at least, before you tried to drain me dry."

Still feeling the rush of fight or flight, I simply nodded, while still slowly backing away.

"Let's start again. Vulca is the name I was given when I was born into this world, but my original name was Vanessa. I'm originally from London."

"John," I say timidly my eyes never leaving the orc. "John Doe, and I'm form Fife."

"Accent should of given that one away but I didn't want to assume." Vulca, Vanessa, whatever, tried to offer a smile but her bottom teeth made it look more sinister than she intended.

After a moment of very uncomfortable silence, I finally perked up the courage to ask ger a question. "Why did you attack me?"

"I'm really sorry. It's my curse. Vulca then pointed to her crotch, which was once again covered by her pelt. "Because of my divine gift, I experience bouts of sexual heat and intense frustration. It can completely override my ability to think rationally. Mix that with a bit of Orc hormones and yeah...Again, I'm so sorry, please, forgive me?"

"Well," I pause, struggling with how I felt about all this. I angry, scared and I still had so many questions. So many thought were racing through my mind. It was impossible to get a handle on the situation. "I guess if your curse is as severe as mine was just now, then I can kind of understand. But full forgiveness might still take awhile. You gave me a pretty big fright."

"I-I...I can understand that. If it helps, I can offer to escort you to the nearest town, free of charge."

A guide back to civilisation was not a bad idea, but...