I'm An Addict

I'm barely able to weakly muster out a whisper of, "I'll be yours, Dagul."

"No, not this game again. Say it louder," he demands, grabbing his cock and starting to lightly slap it on my face.

"I'll be yours, Dagul!" I shout, my voice hoarse from the effort.

"I want to hear you say all of it, you slut!" he growls, his eyes gleaming with dominance.

"I'll be yours, Dagul! I accept my place below you as your sex-addicted wife! I want your seed, I need your seed!" I declare, my voice steady despite the mix of emotions coursing through me.

Dagul smiles upon hearing me say this and pulls his cock away from me. "That's a good girl," he praises, getting up and getting dressed before leaving me lying on the bed, still sore from the previous night and the morning.

Eventually, I'm able to get up and wash myself. Realizing that my clothes are ripped from Dagul, I contemplate getting some new clothes but then realize Dagul will destroy them anyway, so what's the point. Besides, I'm mated to him, and no one will dare do anything to me.

Afterwards, I am surprised by the fact that Dagul has returned so early. Already ready for more of his cock, I hurriedly jump towards him, reaching for his cock when I notice he is accompanied by Itzera.

"I am surprised, Dagul. You changed her very quickly. When I first met her, I had no idea she could become this. Again, no disrespect intended toward your judgment. My dear, Kaitlin," Itzera says, her voice wise and knowing.

"Yes, Itzera?" I reply, my voice eager to please.

"Dagul has told me that you are ready for the ritual. Now I come to you: do you think you are ready for the ritual? Remember what we talked about," Itzera asks, her eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt.

"Yes, Itzera. I am ready," I affirm, my voice steady and resolved.

"So you are. The ritual consists of two parts. The first will be with the whole village. We will draw a spiritual portal circle, and then Dagul will mate with you in the circle," Itzera explains, her voice taking on a solemn tone.

"Wait, mate with me? Like with everyone there?" I ask, a mix of curiosity and trepidation in my voice.

"Yes, is that a problem?" Itzera inquires, her expression neutral.

Having a bunch of onlookers doesn't exactly sound thrilling, but then again, what Dagul did in the arena was exhilarating. Not to mention, I'll be getting more cock. "No, it's no problem," I assure her, a smirk playing on my lips as I imagine the scene.

"Perfect. Afterwards, your spirits will leave your bodies. What you see afterwards is anyone's guess. All that I can say is you must not be tempted by anything. I don't know if Dagul has told you, but the ritual will change his body in ways I don't know. We shall see. Lastly, this applies to you, Kaitlin: During the ritual, there may be an opportunity in which you are presented with the chance to become what we call a spirit-orc. Your body will transform, and you will become that of an orc. You have this one chance. Regardless of what you choose, none of us will hold it against you. You will still be regarded as part of the village," Itzera explains, her voice filled with wisdom and authority.

The chance to be an orc? Given that choice sometime back, I would have easily turned it away. If I become an orc, I may be able to free myself from my addiction to Dagul's cock. On the other side, it probably won't feel as good; I won't retain my natural tightness. Is it really that bad being addicted to Dagul?