No Stay An Elf

I look over to Dagul, and he looks back at me, his eyes roaming over my exposed body. "I see you don't care about covering up anymore. Good, that means you're mine even more. By the way, nice idea staying an elf—being nice and tight for me," he says, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Dagul, what did she mean by your body will change?" I ask, curiosity piqued.

"It depends; some chiefs will become larger, and some may become smaller, or a combination of the two. We won't know until afterward," he explains, his voice casual.

Thinking of Dagul getting bigger, my mind instantly draws towards his cock. If it grows any larger, it seriously won't fit inside me anymore. Yet, the thought of it also gets me increasingly aroused.

"Oh... If we do this ritual as mates, then where does that leave me? Shouldn't we be wed?" I ask, seeking clarification on our status.

"This is our union. For my village, anyone who undertakes the ritual with the chief is automatically seen as their wife. As long as you keep me pleased, I won't have to be with other women. Besides, there just aren't any orcs as tight as you," Dagul assures me, his voice filled with dominance and satisfaction.

"Come, let's go. We've talked enough," he says, taking me by the arm and leading us outside of the house and back to the market level where the ritual has been set up. The whole village has gathered around, and I can see a circle that has been drawn with runes bordering the edge. This must be where Dagul fucks me.

"Silence!" Itzera speaks up, her voice commanding attention. "Dagul, the heir to Chief-tan by blood and deeds. Now comes the time of the ritual. Are you ready to commence?"

"Yes. I have brought my mate; she is to be my wife and, as it stands, my only wife," Dagul declares, his voice loud and clear, carrying through the crowd. I can hear whispers going through the crowd as they look in part amazement and fear at Dagul choosing a non-orc wife.

"So be it. Come, Dagul's mate, drink from the fountain of blood," Itzera beckons me forth to a fountain that has a crimson-colored liquid. Doing as instructed, I drink from the fountain and feel each sip warm my throat.

"Now let the ritual begin!" Itzera announces, and the orcs begin to chant. As they chant, I can feel my loins begin to fire up, making me increasingly horny. It feels like an eternity for Dagul to fuck me. Right now, I wanted Dagul to breed me.

"Please," I moaned, my voice barely audible.

Dagul cocked his head to the side, bringing one ear a little closer to me. "What was that? I'm afraid I didn't hear you that well," he teases, knowing full well what I said.

It was a game, and I knew it. I was flushed with lust and couldn't bring my eyes up to meet his. "Please give it to me," I repeat, my voice a little louder this time.

Again, Dagul feigned that he couldn't hear me. He leaned his ear closer to me, bringing his hard, muscular body over me. His large cock brushed against my thigh, drawing a moan from my lips. My mouth was almost salivating from the thought of being filled, even as my eyes filled with tears of shame that I desired him here in front of everyone.

"Say it loudly. I can't hear you, and I'm sure the crowd wants to hear you as well. Give them something to talk about. I'm sure there are plenty of other orcs who will if you aren't up to it," Dagul taunts, a wicked glint in his eye.

Anger and jealousy mingled with my shame. He could get bored of me? Although a small part of me knew it was a ploy, the rest of my mind felt alarmed at his statement, and it drowned out what little resistance I might have still had. My submission became complete.

"PLEASE FUCK ME! BREED ME, MASTER!" I scream, my voice loud and clear, carrying through the crowd. A cheer rose up from the crowd. Although I couldn't see it, my pleading to be bred sparked an orgy from the crowd. The males began rutting the females in celebration.

Inside the circle, Dagul gave a triumphant bark of laughter before hooking my legs over his shoulders and thrusting into me. Pleasure swept across my face as I screamed out in joy. Dagul's cock **** its way into me inch by inch. It was just as big and thick as ever, but being fucked out in the open like this made it feel even better than before. The feeling was beyond anything I had ever experienced, and I greedily tried to thrust my hips to take more of him in, but Dagul held my hips to make me go at his pace.

His initial thrust had been quick and rough, but he began forcing every inch into me at an agonizingly slow pace, making sure I felt every inch going inside me. My pussy devoured him completely until his balls were resting at my ass.

"I like you, wife. I think it might be worth it to just keep you as my only wife. Now milk my balls!" Dagul commanded, his voice a low growl.

I felt my world rocked as he began hammering his cock into me. No gentleness, no love—pure lust as Dagul fucked me for all I was worth. My head rolled back, and my tongue hung out as I panted and moaned as if I was in heat. My eyes were rolled back into my head, and my hips thrust on their own accord to meet my master's beautiful cock. I felt him slip his cock out from my moist folds, moaning out my displeasure, "Nooo."

"Be calm, slut. I'm far from done with you," Dagul assured, his voice a deep rumble.

Dagul flipped me over onto my belly so that my tits were pressed against the floor before pulling me onto my knees, straddling me. Dagul pushed his dick back into my pussy with a happy grunt as he realized my pussy had tightened up again. Both Dagul and I were lost to lust as he continued his mating of me. Dagul took pleasure in what I had become, what he had reduced me to. Even when I cried out in orgasm, Dagul kept pounding away into me.

The hot folds of my pussy gripped Dagul lovingly as his thrusts became harder and more erratic. When he finally gave one last mighty thrust into me, I wept in joyful bliss as his cock filled me with the same thick cum that I had become addicted to in the first place. Dagul's powerful seed filled me and gushed out of me, running down my leg. Dagul gave my ass a satisfied slap before pulling out of me and allowing me to collapse onto the floor, laying in a pool of Dagul's excess cum. I feel my weakened body begin to fade as Dagul addresses the crowd.

"Look well, my tribe! See how the elf slut falls before Orc cock!!" Dagul boasts, his voice filled with pride and dominance.

Dagul was still giving his speech as I drifted off into a content sleep, my last thought being, too bad I haven't done the fertility spell yet, allowing Dagul to impregnate me.