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It was a bright, sunny day in Stormwind. The weather was pleasant, not too warm but not too cold, perfect for spring. As Aldrick made his way down the streets, he had a smile on his face. There was still a chill in the air that lingered from winter but combined with the gentle warmth of the sun against his skin, the human felt content. Even his priestly robes and tabard that in the heat of summer felt heavy and hot were feeling cozy in that weather. Such a good day was truly a blessing of the Light.

He made his way towards the local market in the Trade District. There, the smell of fresh bread hovered in the air. The day was nearing its end with the sun making its way to the horizon so a lot of the shops were approaching closing time. Aldrick made his way to a simple stall with many baked goods on display. He could get better prices on the bigger bakery, but that stall had more exotic goods that he liked. Well, that and...

"Good mornin' mister priest!" the girl attending to the stall said with a smile. "The usual?"

Aldrick smiled back at her. "Yes, if you would. Do you have some more of that sweet honey from last time?"

"Indeed we do! I'll pick up one of the fuller jars for you," she said with the sweetest smile.

The girl made herself busy collecting the goods he was going to purchase. The stall was a bit messy. Most of their goods remained within crates scattered around behind it, which resulted in her always taking a while to find everything he wanted. Aldrick would think they would find a way to organize themselves better, but he didn't mind. As he stood there, he just enjoyed the view while he waited.

She was, after all, a fine young girl. Not too young, but not old either. Her face was pretty enough and as she bent over here and there to reach for things inside the crates, Aldrick got to get a good look at her best features. The legs exposed under the simple skirt she wore, the curves right above it...

Aldrick couldn't help it. He gave the air a whiff but was disappointed when all he could smell was the usual pairing scent of food in the air. Of course that would be the case. Aldrick shifted in place and, though he stole a last look up her lifted skirt as she bent extra far, he forced himself to look away for a moment. He couldn't, after all, get too excited. He could already feel it happening.

The tingle on his skin, the pumping of his blood as his heart sped up just a little bit. It happened involuntarily if he let himself get too excited about anything, so Aldrick took a deep breath and got ahold of himself. Damned curse...

It was no particular secret that he, like many other humans of Gilnean origin, was a worgen. As a servant of the Light residing in Stormwind, however, he preferred not to make that fact too obvious. Though humans and worgens had learned to live side by side in harmony for the most part, in Stormwind where people weren't so used to seeing them one could still get a few ugly looks here and there.

Getting shunned would do him no good. He had a good reputation to uphold and he wasn't about to let a little bit of lust get in its way. The Light, after all, wasn't the only thing he represented.

"There you go!" She placed the last small spice container on the counter. "Fresh bread from the morning, dried meat, fine honey and Kalimdor spices! They got this batch just yesterday so I bet they're nice and flavorful!"

Aldrick smiled at her. She always sounded so cheerful when she spoke to customers. He loved that about her. The priest reached under his robes for his coin purse.

"Thank you, Marie. It's always a pleasure." He separated a few copper and silver to give her a little extra in order to entice her to keep remembering him. He licked his lips, sneaking a look down her blouse. Maybe eventually she would have him giving more than just food and spices, but that was a work in progress for later.

"You're welcome! I threw in a little extra on the honey and spices you like. An extra thank you to you folk for keeping all these bad undead far and away." She winked at him when she said that. Aldrick blinked.

Had she just been flirty with him? Or was that just her always-so-innocent way and she was oblivious to it? A bit of excitement coursed through him and his skin started tingling again, so he gathered everything and put it in the sack she provided in a bit of a rush.

"Ah- thank you, of course. We of the Argent Crusade only walk the Light's path..."

She giggled at that. "You always say that! It's cute."

Aldrick felt a rush of heat coming up to his face at her comment. He was a full-fledged man! ...Even if he was still in his twenties, he couldn't remember the last time someone had called him 'cute'. The tingling on his skin grew more prominent as his heart beat faster. Aldrick let out a curse under his breath and rushed to tuck everything into the sack with an awkward smile and laugh.

She saw he was having some trouble fitting the spices into the sack and moved in to help. When her hand touched his, the softness of her skin surprised him.

"You really like this stuff? I swear, if you weren't a Crusade priest I would suspect you to be an orc in disguise or something!"

She smiled at him and he smiled back, forcing a laugh at her comment. Aldrick was failing at keeping his feelings at bay. He could feel his body tensing up. The young man wasn't entirely sure if she knew he was a worgen or not, but he knew for sure that he did not want to sprout his transformation right at her face like that out of nowhere. Aldrick himself pushed the last spice container into the sack in a rush and pulled it towards him.

"T-thank you! I'll uh, I'll see you later!" With that, Aldrick turned around and rushed out of there regardless of the weird look she gave him.

"Great way to impress her", he thought as he slowed his step after turning out the corner. He could feel his face tingling, his transformation about to begin, but now that the source of his adrenaline was gone, Aldrick took a deep breath and kept it under control.

It was fine, though. Marie was a work in progress. Most people thought that, because he was a priest of the Light serving the Argent Crusade, he for some would not be into getting his rocks off. That couldn't be further from the truth. The thought of a girl like her spread out before him made something carnal and instinctual flare up inside him that made him almost want to go back in there, shover her against the stand, rip out her dress with his claws and take her right th-

No! That was the curse speaking. Aldrick cleared his throat and kept himself at bay again. When the time came, it would be civilized like the proper humans they were, but damn if he wasn't eager for it.

Those thoughts and a small effort to keep from transforming were everything that hovered inside his head as he made his way through the city. He walked past the gates, greeting the guards he greeted every day, and into Elwynn Forest. Even as his boots hit the dirt road, he still had quite a walk left on him before he reached his home deep into the forest. The beautiful day made the long walk a little more pleasant, but once again Aldrick found himself wondering just why he had chosen to make his home so damn far from his job.

When he was assigned to stay in Stormwind after the first undead invasion way back then, he knew his job would involve the city's defenses and the implementation of precautions against the undead. He knew he'd be working with the guard captains and all every day and, at first, he had lived in Stormwind himself, but then he decided to move and that trek back and forth that he was forced to do every day took him hours! As beautiful as the day was, the weight of his sack of food grew heavy on his arms after a while and his legs, even used to doing that every day for a while now, complained.

Aldrick took a deep breath though. If he shifted into his worgen form, the increase in strength and stamina would make things easier, but as a matter of principle, he preferred to endure the hardship rather than give in to the curse. He was a strong-willed human, not a monstrous wolf monster, and with the Light giving him strength he could endure anything.

After well over an hour of walking, the sun was getting low on the horizon. As usual, by the time Aldrick branched off the beaten path through the woods, darkness was threatening to loom over them. After a good few more minutes of walking through the woods and the priest finally reached a clearing hidden amongst the trees where his cozy cabin sat at. He couldn't wait to sit back on his chair by the fireplace and enjoy some of that honey he loved so much, but...

Something was wrong, though.

Aldrick stopped in his tracks when he saw smoke seeping out of the small chimney. He lived alone! Was there someone inside his house? The priest frowned. He made his way to the door silently, put down all of his things next to it and pressed his ear against it to listen.

Without a doubt, there was someone inside. He could hear heavy steps coming back and forth every now and then, although whoever was in there did not seem like they were in a hurry to do anything.

Aldrick's frown deepened. Whoever it was, he would teach them that, should they be harboring evil intentions, even being a priest of the Light they had made a mistake messing with him. Aldrick pulled the key out of his robes, turned the lock already feeling his heart accelerate, threw the door open and stepped inside...

And the moment he did, he smiled.

It was a goofy smile of idle pleasure. The smile was nothing but a consequence of the happiness he felt swelling inside him. Deep inside his mind, something told him that the shadowy tendrils he could see at the corner of his eyes were cause for worry, but Aldrick had seen them before. It wasn't a cause for worry, it was a cause for happiness!

Deeper inside the house, Aldrick could hear the shuffling of movement and the sound of those same heavy steps coming more clearly now, but that only made him even happier. In a rush, the human quickly grabbed at his robes and started pulling them off his head.

At the same time as he did that, his body tensed up. He felt the familiar tightness as his bones changed shape. His fur, as dark in color as his hair was, sprouted all over his skin and, just as he was finishing throwing his robes away to the side, his elongated muzzle grew alongside his ears, changing the shape of his face to the familiar worgen one.

Beneath his robes, a simple brown shirt and pair of pants remained. Aldrick started eagerly pulling at his shirt to take it off as well, his growing claws causing new tiny tears in the fabric from how eager he was to get rid of it. Those joined the other small holes that had come from similar situations.

When his shirt was off, the pretty much fully transformed worgen used his large paws to pull his pants down as well, sending them down towards his ankles and then letting himself fall forward on all fours. Without the use of his forepaws, Aldrick lifted and shook his hind paws until he managed to dislodge them from his pants as a feral animal would. Being on all fours in his worgen form felt comfortable in a way that it never, ever would in his regular human form.

Once his transformation was complete and all of his clothes were discarded, Aldrick felt even happier. A tiny bit of a sliver of self-consciousness over being naked was felt at the back of his mind. After all, his rear, although covered in fur, was still bare and, most of all, even on all fours as he was, his fur-covered hanging sack was fully visible. It was accompanied by an animal-like sheath that hid his member, giving him some semblance of modesty that he would not have in his human form, but the fact that he was fully naked did not change.

Aldrick shook his head and pushed these lingering feelings off. He gave in to his happiness and that resulted in him forcing out a bark-like sound.

"Woof!"

The bark wasn't as natural as a regular dog's or even a wolf's bark would be. As a worgen, he retained full control of his vocal cords even if his voice did grow several times more guttural. The barking was no different from a bark he would force out as a human, except that it sounded more growly given his worgen voice. The happiness within him compelled him to continue, however.

"Woof, woof!"

With a few more barks, the naked worgen, still remaining on all fours, Aldrick rushed inside towards the living room.

'Cozy' was the right word to describe his cabin. It had a small hallway that separated the only room from the living room and kitchen. All of it was made of plain hardwood, so as the worgen ran inside the clattering of long claws against it made its characteristic sound. As soon as Aldrick got there, the sight made him stop and open a wide happy smile with his lupine muzzle.

There he was. With his enhanced canine nose, Aldrick smelled him even before he saw it. A deeply masculine smell that felt familiar to him. A little too familiar, even.

The orc's skin was green, as most of his brethren's usually were, and like most orcs his form was bulky. A broad chest and shoulders gave way to well-defined muscles, highlighted by the fact that the orc wore nothing but a shirt with its sleeves tore to cover it. That was paired with a pair of simple brown pants much like those Aldrick had just discarded. With the cabin having been made by humans and for humans, his tall form seemed a little out of place as he carefully lit a candle sitting by the main table. The orc finished his job, making sure the fire was burning bright on it before he turned around to look at the worgen.

Master was bald, as many orcs also were, and as Aldrick looked up at him he recalled that he once had thought the typical orc features of his face, so very different from a human's, off-putting. For a brief moment, Aldrick recalled the sight of his Master wearing long, dark-colored robes. A small wave of repulsion washed over the worgen. The memory of that orc that, a priest that worshipped the Void, the opposite of everything he believed in, brought anger and hate. They tried to swell inside him as the worgen's mind attempted to fight off the...

"Who is a good dog?" the orc said, calm and collected. His voice was rough, although in a different way than the worgen's, but to Aldrick it felt like music. Those words suppressed any unpleasant lingering thoughts he might have been having and instead brought about a new wave of happiness unlike any of the previous ones.

"Woof, woof!" Aldrick barked, rushing into the room on all fours towards the Master. The orc smiled down at him. Or was he smirking? Nevertheless, it was a smile, and that made Aldrick feel happy again. The worgen approached his Master but was careful when he got close. Aldrick pressed his face against the orc's leg like a dog would and looked up at him.

"Yes, good Dog. Dogs always get happy to greet their masters upon returning." The orc placed a hand upon the worgen's head as he spoke. He pet him idly, and as he did his hand glowed with a shadowy aura. "You are a good Dog, aren't you?"

"Woof!"

Dog felt the shadows enveloping his head for a moment, then it felt as if they were going inside his head, but all they did was make him feel even happier. The Master's words confirmed that his behavior was correct. As the Master kept petting him, Aldrick rubbed his snout against his Master's leg with affection while enjoying the petting.

It didn't last long, though. The orc soon stopped petting him and gently pushed the worgen's head away from his leg. Dog's ears fell back, but as the orc made his way past him, the worgen was happy to follow on all fours with his tongue hanging out in a happy pant.

"Let's see if you brought everything I asked." The orc made his way towards the entrance. He ignored the discarded clothes scattered around and pushed the semi-open door open. Dog followed him closely and watched as Master looked around outside for a moment, then grabbed the bag he had brought, pulled it inside and then closed the door and locked it.

Dog was happy to stay near his master's heels while the orc casually brought things back to the main table, then pulled everything he had bought out. The pleased grunts Master let out were all the reward Dog needed to know he had done well when Master used his finger to taste the Kalimdor spices he had bought. His Master was so kind that he pulled apart a little piece of bread right there and then and threw it down at the floor near Dog, which had worgen rushing to lap it up with his muzzle and gobble it down.

"I can muster up a good meal with this," the master said, then he looked at the worgen. Dog pretty much held his breath in anticipation, knowing- no, hoping that he knew what was coming...

"Good Dog."

Those words sent a wave of ecstasy from his head all the way towards the rest of his body. Those foggy tendrils of shadow were there, wrapping around him, enveloping him, but as Dog basked in the way they made him feel all over, he couldn't care less. He smiled wide, his tongue hanging lower as he panted.

The orc ignored him, though. When Dog recovered from his wave of ecstasy, he made a point to follow Master closely again as the orc moved on to the kitchen to start preparing their meal.

Dog hovered around Master. Though always on all fours, he nuzzled at the orc and sniffed towards the food he was handling above on the counters. The smell was unpleasant. He had never been a fan of spicy food before and Kalimdor cousine was definitely spicy. Dog's eyes were more focused on the jar of honey, nice and sweet, which he heavily preferred over anything spicy, but it was up on the counter and not his to mess with. Even if he wrinkled his nose at the spices, Master still added it to the food. Dog got to stick around until Master let out an annoyed grumble and pushed him away, ordering him to stay away and put.

Dog lowered his ears, but Master never liked to be bothered while cooking. The worgen made his way towards the fireplace at the opposite corner of the room. The fire there had already been burning for a while. With all of his fur, the chill of the night didn't bother Dog as much, but it still felt nice to sit near the fire. Dog looked up at the two cushioned chairs he had facing it, then made his way towards one of them and curled down to lay on the floor beside it, which was a little awkward given his worgen form. Dogs weren't allowed on furniture after all.

The smell of food grew more prominent inside the small cabin. Dog got some time to just wait and think and, as he stared at the fire, that little something at the back of his mind bothered him more and more. It made his ears splay down and a doggish whimper to come out of his muzzle. Something at the back of his mind screamed at him that something wasn't right, that he shouldn't be there, but where else would he be? It felt as if a voice was yelling at him that something was wrong, but even if that voice was yelling, it was miles and miles away and he could barely hear it. Dog didn't like it. He shuffled in place and grumbled as he waited, feeling confused, until finally after what felt like far too long, Dog heard his master's familiar whistle.

The worgen got back up to all fours right away and rushed back to the kitchen with a smile. Master was just finishing setting up the table with the food. He pulled one of the chairs and sat down while Dog sat on his haunches by his side looking up at him and panting. The orc still took his time, nibbling on his food, tasting it, and giving it an approving grunt while Dog still waited. Then, finally, the orc picked up a bowl and lowered it towards the ground.

Dog advanced upon it as soon as it hit the floor. The spicy food inside the dog bowl was unpleasant to a point where it made his eyes water and eating with his muzzle alone felt messy in a way that Dog didn't seem to quite like, but he knew that was the way things should be. It was confirmed by the small pats he felt from Master at his side alongside a chuckle. It made him feel happy.

Dog finished his meal way before Master did. The orc wasn't in a hurry to eat and, after Dog finished his meal, he remained sitting on his haunches next to the orc admiring him. As Master ate, he would sometimes bring his hand down to pet Dog much to his delight. Sometimes he would throw Dog little scraps of food as well. Dog didn't really want to eat those, but he knew that the sight of him licking them up from the floor made his Master chuckle every time, so he kept doing it.

The rest of the meal went by as usual. When Master was done with the food, he put everything away and, as Dog kept following him, his ears perked up and he smiled when he saw the orc pick up the jar of honey. Master grabbed it and took it with him to the living room, where he sat down on the big chair with a sigh and set the honey down on the small table near it. Dog kept watching him eagerly knowing what would come next.

"Well dog, let's hear today's news," the master said in his deep, beautiful voice. The orc grabbed the jar of honey and opened it, much to Dog's delight. "You may speak now."

"Thank you, master!" Dog said right away. The excitement mixed in with his deep, growly worgen voice in a strange way even for him, but he didn't hesitate.

The orc dipped his finger into the jar of honey and brought it up. "We will see if you have anything interesting enough to warrant a swab of this, hmm?"

Dog nodded! He knew how things worked. Little by little, Dog started to tell Master about every single detail of Stormwind's news that he had heard thorough the day. He focused on the details he knew Master liked the most. Who had been dispatched where and why, what he had heard about the Alliance's progress on different fronts, any news about the city's defenses... Every single thing Dog could think of that he thought Master would like to hear he brought it up.

Whenever the orc deemed a piece of information useful enough, he would lower his honey-covered finger towards Dog. Those were the moments Dog was happier, for he was allowed to use his long canine tongue to lick Master's finger clean of the sweet, sweet honey he loved so much.

The reward made Dog try hard to give Master all the information he could. There was only so much an Argent priest like himself had access to, though. Much to Dog's disappointment, he only got two fingers of honey since the peaceful environment in Stormwind didn't warrant much news on those fronts. Dog kept trying to give Master less and less relevant information in the hopes that the orc would deem some of it useful enough to give him more honey, but at one point the orc just raised his palm.

"Enough. That will be all for tonight," Master said, and Dog was forced to lower his ears and nod. The master, however, stared down at him and smirked. "Unless you would like to earn yourself some more honey, dog?"

Master asked that question most nights and Dog's answer was always the same.

"Woof!" Dog barked with an excited nod. He knew he wasn't allowed to talk anymore after the information giving was over.

Master's smirk turned into a pleased smile. The orc set the jar down and stood up. Dog stepped back and only watched Master as the orc pulled his shirt up and removed it. The Master's musculature was impressive. Even as a priest, the orc, like most of his kin, still held a powerful frame. Next, the master unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop down to the floor. As soon as they did, the worgen's sensitive nose picked up the freed smell of Master's masculine musk as it became more prominent. Instinctively, the worgen wrinkled his nose. It would be a scent he would hate to ever have to smell, a part of him seemed to know, even if it was Master's smell.

The orc stepped out of his pants and kicked them away, however, then he sat back down on the chair entirely nude just like Dog was. As he looked down at the worgen, Master smirked, looking at him as if in mockery or jeering even if Dog could not understand why.

Dog knew what would come next. He had done it many times, yet though part of him felt the usual happiness, there seemed to be something inside him fighting even harder to get out. It was as if it was thrashing, yelling desperately, and it made Dog feel a bit uneasy.

"You are a good dog, aren't you?" Master asked, perhaps noticing Dog's doubts.

"Woof!" Dog quickly confirmed with a bark.

Master beckoned him with a finger. "Then come here."

Dog did. With a smile, the worgen on all fours approached his master, his head over the orc's thigh. He glanced down at the orc's exposed malehood hanging between his legs. A tuft of black hair encircled it and, from up close as he was, the primal musk of malehood coming from it was more prominent. Dog felt his doubts rising, the thing inside him yelling louder than ever, but then much to his relief, the master placed his hand over his head.

"What a good little feral dog you are," Master said while petting him. The shadow tendrils sprouted from his hand to envelop Dog's head. Those doubts he was feeling started to get drowned out very quickly as the petting continued, which made Dog's goofy smile get wider.

"You are a dumb little dog, aren't you? All you care about is making your master happy, nothing else."

Dog barked in affirmation.

The orc chuckled. "You just want to bark. You just want to please your master in any way he wants."

Dog barked again, the worgen's doubts completely gone now. The silence in his mind was a big relief. Dog knew he didn't have to worry about anything other than pleasing his master. When he looked up at the orc, he saw the orc giving him that jeering look again, but all the worgen felt was happiness. The shadows enveloping the hand over his head grew for a moment and the worgen felt tingles as it seeped into him.

"Pleasing your master gives you great pleasure, doesn't it? Great pleasure of many kinds. Unbearable pleasure, like the dumb, eager to please dog you are."

As Dog heard Master's words, he realized they were true. The simple thought of pleasing his master made him happy, it made his body grow soft with pleasure, and as his master kept petting him, the tingle Dog felt spread all over his body.

"Yes, nothing gives you more pleasure than your master. It is exciting, it is... arousing..." The orc's smirk grew yet a little wider. Dog's eyes widened ever so slightly. It was as if he had noticed it for the first time, but the master's smell, the master's happiness... yes. That tingle! Dog shuffled ever so slightly on all fours. He felt that tingle moving down to his sheath and, as a result, the red tip of his member poked out of it.

The worgen's eyes left the Master's own for a moment to go down to his malehood sitting there between his legs. When had it hardened? It stood there, semi-erect and with its scent growing more potent. The worgen sniffed towards it and, still by instinct, wrinkled his nose in disgust, but at the same time, he felt a rush of heat in his own loins. Dog's own member grew out of his sheath, his excitement and arousal growing as the shadows continued to envelop him. It grew to a point where just staring at his master made him grow so aroused that he felt... restless. His legs and hips felt an instinctual need to hump, his member hanging between his legs as it grew to full size. A canine-shaped, tapered shaft that Dog somehow knew the human in him would abhor.

Unfortunately for Dog, the master's hand gave the back of his ears one last scritch before it withdrew. A needy whine came from Dog's throat as he looked up at the orc and rested his chin on Master's bare thigh. He yearned to touch his Master, to feel his skin, his scent, his touch some more.

The worgen felt so unnaturally aroused that even his knot was already starting to bulge his sheath. A droplet of pre-cum dropped down from his hanging member towards the floor, matting it. The worgen could feel the urge to use his paw to grab at his member, to stroke it, to give himself the pleasure he yearned from. Doing so felt like something he could definitely do as, unlike a true feral, he had every dextrous capabilities with his paws, but at the same time Dog knew that a dog did not do that, so even though he ached for it, the thought of actually doing it felt completely out of question in his mind.

Master looked down at him and chuckled at his needy, begging look.

"Want to earn some of that honey now, dog?"

"Woof!" Dog barked right away, a surge of happiness glowing within him.

"Very well."

The orc took hold of the jar. Dog's eyes followed it as the orc brought it up. The worgen remained on all fours in front of the sitting orc. Since he was a good dog, he did not advance upon the jar even if he could as it was held right there in front of him. All Dog could do was wait, twitching with eagerness like a true feral dog would.

The orc watched him. Somehow, Dog's perception could still tell that his master was taking things slow on purpose. Just to watch him agonize as the eagerness and need induced in him made Dog struggle to remain still. The worgen did, however. With much effort, he held himself in place even as his cock throbbed between his legs to the sight of both the honey jar and his master. Then, the orc did what the worgen knew he would.

Master brought the jar of honey right above his hardening member... and tipped it. The viscous honey slid out of the jar slowly. When it first made contact with the orc's now almost fully hard member, it slid down its head, the honey slowly making its way down to the base of the orc's shaft as more of it dripped down on it. The honey covered the orc's member and Dog watched as it started to drip down into Master's pubic fur, then past it towards the powerful, beautiful sack right beneath it...

Dog licked his lips. His own arousal was killing him! The worgen's hindlegs and hips kept shifting in place as the discomfort of his sheath around his grown knot started bothering him. Through twitching alone, Dog's knot grew so large that it finally pushed his sheath back, much to his relief, to reveal the full length of his canine-shaped shaft between his legs. Droplets of pre-cum were now constant as the worgen, plagued with unnatural arousal, was forced to remain still and wait while the honey covered the orc's shaft.

Master kept staring at him. Even when he put the jar away, the honey still slowly slid down the length of his shaft and yet the orc said nothing. It throbbed, the orc's erection reaching its peak as well. The shaft was much closer to Dog's when he was in his human form, although the orc's was in scale with the orc's increased size. It was longer and thicker. Even as he watched it, something in Dog's stomach still turned at the sight of another male's genitals, but that small part of him was drowned in the need and eagerness he felt. With a needy, desperate look, Dog looked up at the master who still stared at him with an expression of much amusement. When his lips parted, Dog felt his heart start to race in anticipation.

"Have at it," the master finally said, and Dog rejoiced!

The worgen advanced upon the honey as if it was the thing he needed the most in the world. In a way, it was! Sweet, sweet honey coupled with pleasing his master at the same time? The moment Dog's long, canine tongue made contact with the sweet honey over the orc's cock, it was as if a wave of ecstasy washed over him.

The worgen's cock pulsed between his legs, spurting pre-cum as the grunt of pleasure his master let out translated to pleasure for himself as well. The honey he loved so much helped mask the master's male musk, but it was still very much there, giving the honey a saltier, earthly taste as the worgen's tongue trailed up from the underside of the orc's cock all the way to the head.

Like the dog he was, the worgen licked and lapped at the honey with eagerness. He pressed his muzzle against the orc's erect shaft making sure his tongue covered every inch of it as he licked and licked.

Master, on the other hand, sat back against the chair and spread his legs wide to give Dog better access. The worgen was happy about that, taking the opportunity to reach under the master's cock and lick at his balls, where sweet honey had dripped down to as well, in order to clean every inch of the Master's green skin of the sweet substance.

It didn't take long for the orc's pre-cum to start dripping down its length as well. It mixed in with the remnants of honey, making Dog's eyes water a little bit for some reason as he tasted the saltiness of the other male's pre-cum, but that didn't matter. All that mattered were the master's grunts and groans of approval as the worgen kept licking away at his cock. It meant pleasure! And the more he heard that...

Dog's tongue couldn't lick fast enough. His own instincts, those of the beast he was, made his long claws scratch against the wooden floor as he felt an urge to hump something. The arousal he felt was unforgiving, his cock aching for stimulation as well, but since he was a good dog, he only took pleasure in the way he had been instructed in: by pleasing his master.

Even when most of the honey was gone, Dog kept licking and licking at his master's cock. The taste shifted from mixed sweetness to the sheer male musk of the orc's manhood, but even though the taste bothered him, the thought of pleasing his master kept him going. The orc let him lick at his cock desperately for quite a while before the orc himself let out a grunt of annoyance. Dog knew what was coming next as well.

"Hnnrgh... move on to sucking," the orc growled, and the worgen was happy to comply.

As his long muzzle enveloped the orc's shaft, that part of him deep down still felt a split second of disgust, but the throbbing of the worgen's own cock and the moan of pleasure his master let out drowned it out completely.

Using his dextrous canine tongue, Dog enveloped the master's shaft with it even inside his muzzle and started bobbing up and down on it. Very small remnants of honey could still be tasted, but mostly he just tasted his master's cock and pre-cum as he sucked the orc's cock. Dog did his best to please. The first time the orc had made him do that he struggled, but now? After being granted the opportunity of pleasing his master almost every day, Dog was starting to learn just how to use to please the orc to make him moan louder.

He used his tongue to lick at the head of the master's cock when he withdrew, pausing to do so in a more teasing way that made the orc spurt pre-cum right against his tongue. The worgen ignored the taste, instead focusing on the way the orc's fingers curled in pleasure when he did it. Then, when he went deep, the worgen extended his long tongue forward to envelop as much as the orc's shaft as he could.

Even though the master was girthy, the worgen's elongated muzzle helped in making sure he could take all of his master's shaft just the way he liked. On days the master was more vocal, he usually said that worgen muzzles must have been made for that, and Dog had no option but to believe it.

As Dog continued to work on pleasing his master, the closer the orc got, the more his own arousal bothered him as well. His knot was fully inflated and his cock kept dripping down in pent-up eagerness, but there was nothing he could do about it. The worgen went as far as letting out some needy whines even with his muzzle full of cock as he kept pleasing the orc, but the master was, of course, lost in his own pleasure.

Dog knew he was reaching the end when the orc's hands came to his head. One of them gripped at the fur between his ears while the other held the scruff near his neck. It hurt a little, but Dog was happy to endure it if it meant the master's happiness. As usual, the orc shoved him down after grabbing on his fur, forcing Dog to take all of his shaft into his muzzle and press his nose against the master's pubic fur. The tip of the orc's shaft almost touched the back of his throat, which brought some discomfort, but Dog endured that as well.

From that point onward it was up to the master. He pulled the worgen's muzzle up and then shoved it down again. All Dog could do was try not to gag too much and keep trying to use his tongue to please the master's cock as much as he could while the orc used his head and muzzle for his pleasure.

As the orc got closer, he let out a few grunts and growls of pleasure, forcing Dog's head upon his cock faster and faster until the worgen felt the familiar throb of the orc's cock inside his muzzle. He braced for what he knew was coming next...

The flood of salty warmth always made Dog's eyes water all over again. Master liked it when he swallowed so that no mess was made, so with much effort, the first jet of warm, salty spunk that flooded the worgen's muzzle was gulped down right away. The master forced him all the way down against his cock and held him there after the first spurt. The orc let out a loud groan of pleasure as he held the worgen's head against his cock while Dog struggled to keep gulping down wave after wave of his master's seed. He even went as far as continuing to please the master's length with his tongue as he cummed.

The orc held him there until his cock stopped throbbing inside his muzzle and then some. Only when his relief was entirely done did the orc's grip on Dog's fur lightened. The orc pulled the worgen away from his cock and Dog got to look at it, throbbing and spurting a final little droplet of cum down its length. All the honey that covered it was gone and instead a glistening sheen of his own saliva coated his master's length.

"Good dog," the orc said with a sigh as he sat back.

The worgen felt happy to hear those words, but happines wasn't all he was feeling. As Dog looked up at the orc, he hoped the need in his eyes would convey how desperate he was as well. Pleasing the orc in such a way always aroused him to such levels! His own cock felt rock hard and needy, but the master took his sweet time. The orc closed his eyes for a moment, clearly basking in his afterglow and in no rush to get up. For the worgen it felt like far too long before the orc opened them again to meet Dog's desperate eyes.

"You want something else, dog?" the orc asked as if he didn't know the answer.

"Woof, woof!" Dog barked eagerly.

"Then show me what you want."

Dog knew what that meant as well. The worgen quickly threw himself at the ground, rolling over like a dog would and even putting his hands up in the same begging position a dog would have in order to please his master further. The orc did smile and laugh softly as his display, but the master's eyes trailed down towards the thing the worgen needed to show him.

Lying belly up like a dog, the worgen's full erection bobbed in the air over his belly. Protruding from his sheath, his bulbous knot at the base was as large as it could be and the tapered tip of his dark red, veiny member dribbled down pre-cum down his own length.

"You horny mutt. What would the other priests of your precious 'Light' say if they saw you like that, huh?" As Master jeered at him, he used a foot to just jostle the worgen's erection with a touch. That alone made Dog whine with need as his cock was just aching for touch. He felt so close!

"Whatever should I do with you?" the orc mused. He looked down at Dog's pleading eyes with that same amused smile. "I very much enjoy watching you squirm at night when I leave you like this and go to bed, but after four nights in a row leaving you needy, I think your annoying whines would wake me up."

Dog's ears fell back against his head. A wave of hopelessness washed over him. Would the master just ignore his arousal yet again and not allow him to do anything about it? The thought of another night trying to sleep with his cock hard between his legs filled Dog with despair.

"Then again, I could just throw you outside and have you sleep on the grass. That way you wouldn't taint the flooring with your neediness."

Dog couldn't help but let out a long, pleading whimper. Master had done that a few times, but usually it was as a punishment! When Dog had grazed his shaft with his sharp teeth or woken him up at night for some reason or another. The orc hummed as if in pondering, letting the torturing options linger much to Dog's dismay.

"Then again... Maybe I could have you hump your pillow again. That's always fun to watch..."

The worgen's ears perked up. A big smile returned to his face right away.

"Woof! Woof woof!" he barked. It wasn't too pleasant to sleep with his face on the pillow he had just fucked, but Dog was so needy and eager that he would gladly do that if it meant relieving himself!

The orc brought a hand to his chin. "Hmm... You know what? No, I have a better idea. Dog, sit up."

The worgen immediately shuffled to roll onto his belly and sit up as the master ordered. He, of course, sat down on his haunches as a dog would right in front of his master. Dog's cock remained fully erect and at full display between his legs like that.

"You dogs are flexible. Why don't you go ahead and lick yourself as a dog would? Use your tongue. That's always fun to watch as well."

Master relaxed against his chair looking at him with that generous, mocking smile. Dog himself smiled wide. That was one of his favorite ways of doing it! Master was so very generous!

The worgen wasted no time. He bent over himself and easily reached down at his own cock with his muzzle while still in his sitting position, then put his tongue to work for the second time and started licking himself.

It was pure bliss. Knowing he was pleasing his master while pleasing himself was everything a dog like him could ever want. His own taste was so very different from the master's. More primal, more animalistic, and when he licked his own cock he felt the same wave of disgust and repulsion he had felt when he licked his master's cock earlier, but the pleasure that came from the smooth surface of his own tongue helped make it even easier to ignore it. It was for the Master's pleasure!

The worgen's tongue explored his own length. He growled and groaned himself as he used his tongue to please his shaft, to tease his own knot. The pre-cum he himself dribbled down didn't taste great, but it couldn't be helped. He needed to lick himself, and lick himself he did, until he felt his pleasure rise and rise until his cock started to throb. Dog's orders had been to lick, so he stuck only to licking at his member like a dog would even when his pleasure and instincts urged him to hump at something. Even when his cock started throbbing, when his pleasure was reaching its peak...

Dog trembled. It was hard to keep his sitting position as he felt his orgasm rise. The pleasure spiked, his cock aching for pleasure, his knot inflating and eager to tie with something, but all Dog could do was use his own tongue to keep licking at the surface of his own member to provide himself with as much of that pleasure as he could. His climax still felt amazing. The surge of pleasure coursing through him, familiar to any male, made his limbs weak from the ecstasy of it alone.

After several days of being denied, however, the results were also quite explosive. The first jet of worgen spunk came out strong, but since Dog had to keep licking himself bent over like that it hit the fur of his neck. As Dog kept licking his own cock while he cummed, some of the jets covered his own face and muzzle, others flew up high to fall either on his fur or the floor below making a mess. The orc laughed from his chair, a deep, low laugh of mild amusement as he watched the worgen groaning in pleasure while trying to keep licking his own cock through his orgasm like a dog.

As soon as his pleasure ebbed low, Dog retreated from his twitching member. It remained fully hard, his knot grown and engorged as was usual for canines after cumming, but the worgen just panted and realized that he very much didn't like the lingering taste of his own spunk in his mouth. Still, the climax had been good and the master seemed happy. That was all that mattered!

The orc leaned forward with a grunt. He extended his paw to pet him one more time and Dog, of course, leaned his head into the orc's hand.

"Good dog," the orc praised him. The shadows from his hand enveloped the worgen again, making him feel even more proud of everything he had done.

"Now, clean up the mess you've made on the floor. Leave it on your fur, though. I find it amusing. I wonder if it will still be on your soft human skin when you shift back for work tomorrow." The orc chuckled at the thought. Dog was just happy to keep getting pets, but he did listen to the instructions with care.

When the hand retreated and the shadowy tendrils faded away, Master got up and didn't even bother getting dressed as he headed towards the bedroom with a yawn. Dog had his job, so he got up on all fours and found it very unpleasant to lick up the remnants of his own spunk and pre-cum that had pooled on the floor, but it was what Master wanted, so he did it with pride.

Unfortunately, by the time he finished and got back to the room, Master was already in bed. The single bed, made for humans, struggled a little to contain the larger orc, but Master made do with it. Unfortunately, that meant there was no space for Dog to join him, so as much as he would have liked, he was content with sleeping on the single small blanket laid out for him by the bed's side like he usually did. Dog ignored his lingering erection and laid down on it like the dog he was.

"Good dog," the orc grumbled from the bed. It made Dog happy again. "Get some sleep. You have a big day tomorrow with your 'crusade' business."

Master let out that same amused chuckle.

"And by the end of it, I will be waiting for you with more honey to put you into your proper place again."

The worgen smiled hearing that. He was very much looking forward to it.