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*The Summation *

"You've a keen eye for appraisal." The enchanter began, turning the ring over in his hands once more. "It's a shame you don't use it more often."

Cedric blinked in surprise, tusked jaw hanging open as he gawked at his mentor's response.

"Are you kidding me?" The apprentice huffed, burly arms crossing as he shot a glare at the orc in front of him. "I followed every single one of your instructions. And it works, too. I tested it myself."

"Yes. You did." Azuk muttered, slipping the ring onto his own finger before kneeling beside the crackling fireplace. "But how you interpreted those instructions is, well. Disappointing."

Cedric scoffed, glaring as he watched the well-dressed orc slowly place a hand atop a burning log. Hearth sputtering against his palm, the enchanter hoisted the smoldering log up with ease, seemingly unphased by the fire that licked around his ringed hand.

A small part of Cedric wanted to watch the orc set ablaze, frustrated by yet another week of Azuk's unwelcome appraisal. He knew it wouldn't though, the confidence in his own craftsmanship having reached new heights in the past month. Cedric cleared his throat as he tugged nervously at his collar, only to quickly catch himself doing so. Palming at the thing had become a habit of his that he'd been trying to break as of late.

"See? It's not faulty at all." Cedric spoke up, quickly dropping his hands back to the table in front of him to scoop up the schematics of his work. Had he forgotten anything? Was there some finishing touches he'd accidentally overlooked?

"It's not that it's faulty, my apprentice. It's that this ring is too resistant." Azuk began, turning back towards the younger enchanter. "You've put too thick a coating on it."

"I did? No, that can't be right. I did exactly as you told." Cedric asked, frowning as he skimmed to the appropriate page. "See? Right here. Coat sufficiently. There was more than enough, and-"

"And?" Azuk interrupted, coming to a stop on the other side of the workbench. The well-furnished room around them was quiet, save for the crackling of fire and soft pittering of hail against the windowsill.

Cedric paused, glancing up from his workstation. Eyes wide, he slowly turned his attention to Azuk, his green shoulders slumping.

"How expensive was it?" Cedric whispered, voice barely audible as he idly turned the pages in his hand over.

"The resin? Very." The orc replied, gently placing the ring down on the edge of the table. "You'd hardly make a profit. The enchantment would last one hundred times the lifespan of its wielder. No adventurer's going to pay for that."

"Oh." The apprentice muttered, reaching out towards his failed project. "How much am I being deducted, then?"

"Nothing." Azuk shrugged, rapping his green knuckles on the table as he watched Cedric inspect his craftsmanship. "It's a beautiful ring, and you seem to have learned from your mistake. Be more careful with your reagents next time."

"And the ring?" Cedric asked, glancing up as he watched Azuk turn to leave.

The master enchanter turned, looking over his broad shoulder to return his apprentice's gaze. Azuk shrugged, sleek tunic wrapped snugly around his muscled frame.

"Keep it. You put a lot of time and care into that ring. Consider it a reminder, of this moment."

Cedric let his head nod slowly as he brought a hand towards the sinking feeling in his chest. Disappointment. Again. Just when he'd hoped to impress the enchanter with all he'd learned, he had to go and screw everything up once again. The apprentice shuffled in place as he tried to shirk the ever-growing despondency away, eyes trained on Azuk as he watched the enchanter open the door leading out of his room.

"W-Wait. Azuk." Cedric spoke up, stepping forward in earnest.

The orc paused at the doorway for a moment, before letting go of the handle. The well groomed orc turned, burly arms crossing as he faced his apprentice once more.

"Yes?" Azuk asked, nostrils flaring as he looked the changed-human over.

Cedric had come along nicely since his first days under the collar's enchantment. Most folks in the village below Azuk's estate referred to Cedric as an orc in casual reference, though those who knew the apprentice by his name often asked if he was born from both orc and human. The green-skinned man took these comments with surprising ease, as his many years of conning had left him with quite the silver tongue.

The enchanter's lips twitched as he watched Cedric shuffle about before him. For all the poise and posturing he did around others, his apprentice seemed incapable of hiding his intentions around Azuk. Even now, the changed human squirmed to hold back what was on his mind, thick brow furrowed in consternation.

"I... Well, I was just wondering. Because it's late, and, uh." Cedric paused, glancing down at his own body. "I really thought you'd make a comment by now."

"A comment? What about?" Azuk began, tilting his head to the side as he inspected the orc before him. "Your stark nudity, perhaps?"

Cedric felt warmth rush to his cheeks, pointed ears twitching slightly as he moved to cover his groin.

"Yes. That." The apprentice admitted, looking down at the table in embarrassment.

The naked orc kept his eyes trained on the reagents that lay scattered about, muscles taut as he waited for the enchanter to say something. Azuk's lips twitched as he watched his apprentice's embarrassment rise to the surface. As quick as the smirk had appeared, it dissipated. A memory from long ago resurfacing, leaving Azuk with a twinge of regret.

"And just when I thought we were making progress." The enchanter let out a sigh as he spoke, shaking his head of returning thoughts. "We've been through this Cedric. A proper orc would be duplicitous on the matter. If you're going to bare your form to me, then you'd best approach it with the self confidence such an act deserves."

"R-Right." Cedric began, wracking his brain for the definition of duplicitous. "Honor in dedication and all that. It's just... I was hoping for-"

"For what?" Azuk hummed, brow raising as he gave the orc another once over. Burly arms crossed in front of his chest, he took a few steps towards his apprentice, a small smirk on his lips. "Was my apprentice hoping for something more from me?"

"Uh. W-Well." The changed human stumbled, suddenly feeling quite small in front of the towering orc. He reached for his collar for another tug, hand wavering inches away from the choker. Lowering his green palm, he turned his eyes to meet Azuk's inquisitive gaze. "Yeah. Kind of."

"I don't accept half-answers from my students, Cedric." The larger orc rumbled, bringing a thick hand out to wrap around the bare waist in front of him. Pulling his apprentice forward, he pressed ever closer. "Speak your mind. And speak it fully."

"I was hoping you'd say something. Maybe a comment or two." The turned-thief blurted out, cheeks flush with heat as he felt his body push back against the enchanter's strong hand. "You've been looking really down the last month or so, and I wanted to try and cheer you up."

The orc before him let out a snort, lips twitching into a smile as he shook his head. The hand on Cedric's waist squeezed reassuringly, before pulling away.

"I might just make an honest orc out of you, yet." Azuk muttered, a heavy sigh escaping his lips before turning to make his leave once more. "Good night, Cedric."

"But Azuk, I-"

The door shut behind the enchanter, leaving Cedric along in his study. Exhaling, the orc kicked at the air. Why the hell was he even trying for Azuk's attention?

"Stupid, moody orc." Cedric huffed, walking away from his workbench with a snort.

Just that touch alone had left the changed man's heart racing, shaft pulsing to life as he stormed about his room. With one knee on the bed, Cedric paused. His muscled chest was heaving, shaft throbbing in the air in front of him. Was that all it took now? A single palming, to send him into a huffing fit? It'd been too long since their last intimate moment, leaving Azuk far too pent for his own good. Cedric thought back to the last night his enchanter had spread him open, his own thick digits moving to caress at his rear.

"Not now." He huffed, jerking his hand away.

Azuk hadn't made a move on Cedric in over a month, thoughts of the enchanter now occupying most of his idle time. He'd often spot the orc sulking about the estate, staring longingly out some window, or gently nursing a fancy liquor in one of his expensive chairs. It wasn't like there was anyone else in this lonesome estate to pass his time with, leaving Cedric with far too much time. The library proved invaluable at times like these, though it did leave the orc aching for good company.

Still, it was the opulence of the place that unnerved Cedric the most. There was far too much wealth strewn about the place. The estate was completely isolated, making it the perfect target for robbing. And yet knowing Azuk, this house must have been situated with a wide array of home-protection enchantments. The thief shuddered as he remembered his days on the other side of opulent windows like these. Azuk was not the kind of target to take lightly, though Cedric had learned that particular lesson almost... Half a year ago.

Five months under Azuk didn't sound long in the grand scheme of things, but to Cedric, it had been the longest five months of his life. The orc had taken everything away from him, and for what?

With a huff, Cedric turned on his heel, annoyance rising as he marched out of his room. The apprentice knew where Azuk was likely to be at a time like this, kicking back in his smoking room whilst staring out some fancy window. Probably brooding, with some distant look on his face. The orc's bare feet stomped across the polished wood floorboard, undeterred by his nudity as he strolled down the enchanter's empty home.

What was even the point of all this space if there was no one around to appreciate it? Cedric had always assumed that an estate with fifty rooms would have at least ten folks living in it, and yet here he was, marching down yet another empty and elaborate hallway in an effort to track down the only other person living here.

"Azuk?" Cedric began, rounding the bend the orc's smoking room. "We need to ta-"

Cedric froze in place at the edge of the doorway. Azuk was in here alright, but the orc's heavy frame was currently doubled over atop an ornate couch. Hands pressed against his head, the enchanter appeared to be in utter anguish, only bothering to lift his head after a moment's pause.

"Cedric." Azuk nodded, slowly pulling himself upright with a long sigh. "If this is about your craftsmanship, I aplogi-"

"What were you doing just now?" Cedric interrupted, taking a hesitant step inside of the luxurious room. Various paintings, weapons, and oddities adorned the tall walls of Azuk's private room, a handful of mismatched and comfortable looking chairs surrounding a large and rounded table.

"Sighing?" The enchanter answered, frowning slightly. "I believe I was sighing."

"Yes but why." The apprentice pushed on, walking up to the back of one of the nearby chairs. "What's going on? Why all the solidarity?"

"It doesn't concern you." Azuk grumbled, turning his head away to gaze longingly into the unlit fireplace on the other side of his lounge.

"It does. You're the only company I have in this place and you spend most of your days moping about." Cedric began, slowly pushing past the chairs to sit down next to Azuk. "So something's got you down. I haven't seen you in your workshop all week."

Cedric paused as he glanced down at Azuk's hands. A single ring, glinting about, as he twisted it about nervously.

"Is it the estate?" Cedric asked, cogs still whirring in his head as he tried to figure out the orc's baggage. "It's really quiet in here. Maybe it'd do you good to hire some people."

"No." Azuk huffed, shaking his head in dismay. "Everything's automated already. I don't need attendants."

"What about... Friends?" Cedric began, jokingly elbowing Azuk in the side with a tusked smirk. "I mean, other than me."

"I'm not sure you count, Cedric." The enchanter hummed, shaking his head. "I did collar and blackmail you, after all."

The apprentice felt his smirk turn into a smile as he watched Azuk give his own small grin. Yet still, Cedric felt the orc pulling away from him. From everything.

"You're sad, right? What about?" The changed-thief asked.

"Mourning, Cedric." Azuk clarified.

The thief glanced down at the gold ring in his friend's hand, eyes widening as he recoiled.

"Oh, fuck." Cedric cursed, thoughts suddenly clicking into place. "I don't really think I can help with that."

"I know. It's a time thing, really." The larger orc clarified. "These thoughts go away, if I give them enough space to breathe."

"Well geez, big guy. You've been sulking for a month now." Cedric muttered, suddenly extremely worried about the logistics of it all. "I-If I may ask. When did this happen? A year ago?"

"Twenty." Azuk began. "It was a-"

"Twenty?!" Cedric gawked, shaking his bald head in disbelief. "I thought it was recent."

"It was a horrific month." The enchanter defended himself, crossing his arms in defiance. "I need not explain myself to you."

"Was it... A lover? A husband?" Cedric pressed, now too intrigued to stop. He pressed a thigh against his friend's, the orc snorting as he gripped his ring tightly.

"My father. A good man, and a better enchanter than I'll ever be." Azuk muttered, slowly opening his palm to stare at the heavy ring. Sighing, the larger orc pushed his thigh back against Cedric's. "You would have liked him. He taught me everything I know. Was a far more useful teacher, than I."

"I don't think you're a bad teacher." Cedric quickly corrected, reaching a hand out towards the orc. "You may be harsh, but I am learning."

Azuk's lips twitched into a small smile as he nodded, Cedric's hand coming to a rest on his back. The enchanter let out a deep sigh, staring down at the expensive rug beneath them, before turning his attention back to Cedric.

"You know, you needn't wear that collar anymore." The orc offered. "It's been months. Your debt is cleared."

Cedric's heart fluttered. Finally. The orc finally brought it up. Swallowing tightly, the thief-turned-orc shuffled in place, trying to summon the courage to speak his mind.

"I don't think it is, Azuk." The apprentice began, mentally screaming at himself as he shook his head. "I'd rather not consider our romps to have money on the table. If anything, I'll pay you back through the enchantments I sell."

The orc before Cedric grinned, reaching out with a burly hand to pat the smaller orc on the knee. The two were silent, steady ticking of an old grandfather clock breaking the silence of the smoking room. Azuk's palm came to a rest on Cedric's bare thigh, the large man slowly turning to face his apprentice.

"You really mean that, don't you?" Azuk asked, somewhat surprised by his apprentice's words. "I thought you resented me. Wanted to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Oh. Well. I think I do still get mad at you a lot. You're selfish. And you have all this money and power that you're practically hoarding." Cedric rambled, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he found himself speaking his mind. "You haven't bent me over in a month's time. That's frustrating on its own. And then there's this damn collar. I might be getting used to it, but you're a real bastard for putting something this permanent on a thief just trying to make a living."

"And here I am, helping you make an honest living." Azuk responded in kind, squeezing at Cedric's thigh. The smile on his lips had turned into a full blown grin, mood slowly improving as he listened to his apprentice complain. "You should be proud of that ring you crafted. Your next will prove to be a profitable venture, no doubt."

Cedric, still blushing, suddenly felt quite small next to the enchanter. He turned away from the orc's handsome grin, nerves welling up within him as his own voice pounded in his ear.

He's never going to listen if you don't speak your mind. He appreciates honesty. Just say it. Speak your mind, Cedric!

"What is it, my young apprentice?" Azuk asked, reaching his other hand out towards Cedric's chin. The large orc gently turned the thief's gaze back on him, thick fingers sliding along his apprentice's squared jaw.

"I'm... Afraid that I'm falling for you." Cedric huffed, speaking quickly as he allowed himself to stare deep into Azuk's eyes. A million desires he'd been repressing suddenly welled up, all competing to spill out of his mouth at once. "O-Or maybe that's not what this is at all. I fear it's the collar, and not how I actually feel. I worry the month without your touch has already affected me so much. I'm terrified that I'm not myself anymore."

"Growth can be scary, yes." The enchanter nodded, concern showing on his face as he gave a reassuring squeeze to his apprentice. "But you mustn't assume what you're feeling is artificial."

"Azuk. I'm literally f-fingering myself to the thought of you every morning." Cedric stammered. "Whenever you praise my work, I feel compelled to... to..."

"Do even better?" Azuk asked, smiling softly.

"Y-Yes! It's irksome!" Cedric exclaimed, trembling body pressing closer to Azuk. "I just. I'm scared that when the collar comes off, I'll lose interest... That I'll lose a part of myself."

"Cedric." The enchanter began, speaking the thief's name with an intensity he usually saved for lectures. "Would it calm your mind if I gave you the schematics to that work? You can come to understand it yourself. What it is I have and haven't done, on your own terms. My library is yours, you know."

"I know. And thank you." Cedric huffed, suddenly feeling foolish for expressing his deepest concerns. "It's just. I don't want this to be some sort of fake... progress. I don't want it to come off, and go back to how I was before this."

"Who says you will, hm?" Azuk asked calmly, squeezing the side of his apprentice's jaw. "You're an enchanter now. No one can strip you of that title. Just as you'll always be a thief. And, if you like being an orc so much, and the collar comes off, well... Who's to say you stay human? You'll have the schematics. You'll have my workshop. You can make your own fate, Cedric."

"Says the guy that locked me in an enchantment, and stole me away to some empty manor." Cedric muttered, a small grin returning as he watched Azuk chuckle. The butterflies within him were fading, the hands touching him offering a security he'd never felt before living with Azuk.

"As for falling for me, Cedric. Well." The orc rumbled, pausing to let his hand curl around the back of his apprentice's neck. "I can't stop you from following your desires."

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The Ideation

Cedric slowly pulled himself from the soft bedding, heavy feet dragging across the floor as he muttered under his breath. The enchanter's dreams had been of his years in Calistad, still roaming the inns for clients worth his time. Caught red handed, he'd tried to slip out a window, only for his form to begin to bulk to his current heft. Lodged within the confines of a space too small for a man like him, he'd breathlessly tried to explain himself.

Could Cedric even call himself a thief anymore? He'd left this place well enough alone, knowing fully well of his host's capabilities to protect what was his. Pickpocketing was out of the question for Cedric, and slipping into a crowd unnoticed was next to impossible. He might find luck amongst easing his way into bedrooms, but slipping out undetected, that was an entirely different problem. That, and spotting out an orc who frequents inns would be much easier than some run of the mill human.

Cedric let out a huff as he gave himself a once over, standing in front of a rather expensive looking floor mirror. The human he once was, now unrecognizable, even to his own scrutiny. Green skin adorned his sculpted frame, collar tight around his broad neck. Reaching a rough hand up, he palmed at his facial hair. It was pushing in faster now, catching up with the rest of his body. Cedric had made it a point to be as smooth as possible before this. That task was now impossible, lest he lose hours of his day to the arduous task. He'd tried for a while, only to wake up the next day with stubble already teeming. He'd given up on shaving altogether at this point, letting his body simply do what it wanted. The result was a thick trail of chest hair, pushing all the way down to his groin. Raising one arm, muscles bulging across his side, the orc inspected his pits. Frowning, he wondered how Azuk kept his body hair so neat and orderly. The conclusion he came to was the same as most that had followed:

"Damn enchantments." Cedric cursed, lowering his arm to scratch at a rounded pec.

Gone we're the days of Cedric waking up at noon, idly lazing about as he waited for the sun to set. He had work to do, the notion alone filling the newfound orc with... Thrill? Anticipation?

The old Cedric would have groaned, most likely. The orc turned from his reflection, strolling out the door with a towel in hand. The light of Azuk's study further down the hall was on, the orc hesitating as he pondered the possibility of stopping by. The enchanter wasn't one for early mornings in the study. He must've had a breakthrough, or something of the like. Still, Cedric was glad to see the light on at all. The young enchanter had spent far too long trying to learn the erratic patterns of his teacher's habits, before finally coming to terms with Azuk's inconsistencies.

"Honestly." Cedric muttered to himself, turning down the hall as he shook his head. Azuk lived such an isolated life in this estate, only to then turn around and keep doing the same on the open road?

No wonder he took Cedric up on his offer in that inn. He was probably Azuk's first real conversation with a stranger in a long time.

The collared orc gripped his towel tightly as he palmed at the half-open doorway, pushing forward into the steamy chambers of the bathhouse. The place was automated, so that any and all could relax in these waters, be it morning or night.

Cedric haphazardly dropped his towel to the floor, gazing out at the bath's calm waters. The bath house had a certain reverberation to it, distinct amongst the estate's many rooms. Wading into its warm depths, the orc let out a slow exhale. Could he even go back to cold baths now, after enjoying this luxury for months?

Tilting back, he let his chiseled frame dip below the lapping waters, hands moving to slide across his aching muscles. He'd no idea sitting hunched over a workstation all day could cause him to be so tense, his eyes shut tight as he rolled a broad shoulder.

"Good. You're here too."

Cedric blinked, twisting around to look towards the bath's entrance. Azuk was in the process of pulling off his socks as he strolled forward, bare feet coming to a brisk stop at the pool's edge.

"Azuk?" The younger orc blurted, wading backwards as he watched the enchanter before him begin to strip. "D-Dont you usually bathe at night?"

"I do. Didn't get around to it." Azuk muttered, shirking his tunic with little care. The orc seemed focused elsewhere, mind probably still back in his workshop. "Thought I'd take a dip. Maybe catch you at the same time."

"Let me guess. An all-nighter breakthrough?"

Azuk simply smiled at his apprentice, thick fingers tugging his pants down. Stepping out of his clothes, he lunged forward, the resulting splash sending waves rippling out to lap at Cedric's chest.

The larger orc erupted from the depths, water dripping off his form as he ran a palm across his brow.

"Exactly! This time, I spent my efforts trying to fix the longevity issue. And, as you had said, it was a problem with my reagents. Not the mapping." The enchanter ranted, speaking quickly as he slowly brought a hand to his own expansive chest.

"Oh, uh, really?" Cedric stumbled, tearing his eyes away from the enchanter's massive form. This last month's dry spell had left the orc far too eager, his maleness already throbbing in the waters below. "I was just making a r-random suggestion. A stab in the dark."

"Well your stab was correct. Remember the powder I was using? It was too coarse, and ended up interrupting the channel beneath it." Azuk went on, grabbing a small towel from the side of the bath. He chuckled to himself as he began lathering it with soap. "So I switched it out, and I'm already looking at four times the efficiency. Can you believe that?"

Cedric gawked at the orc's musculature. His back muscles tensed and shifted as the larger orc raised an arm, dragging the washcloth across along the side of his green frame. Soapy water trickled down his body, the orc letting out a few grunts as he ground the washcloth against his armpit.

Gods, Cedric wished that was his face in Azuk's hands.

The younger orc blinked, quickly trying to shake the perverse thought away. It didn't work, his eyes still soaking in the sight of his enchanter roughly lathering up.

Cedric blushed, cock twitching beneath the waters. With a shuddering breath, Cedric wrapped his hand around his need, thick digits gently working the length of his shaft. It was hard to keep from bucking against his hand, warm waters rocking off his frame as he groped and squeezed.

"T-That's good to hear. Azuk." Cedric huffed, tusks sliding against his lips as he spoke. "I'm glad it wasn't a problem with your matrices."

"Me too, lad." Azuk began, slowly turning around to face his apprentice. Soapy waters clung to his chiseled form, broad hips barely submerged within the shallow side of the pool. A critical eye looked Cedric over as his washcloth slowed, smirking as he watched the apprentice's eyes follow his soapy hand wherever it traveled.

Azuk brought the cloth back to his chest and squeezed around a pec, soapy water rolling down his abs as his lips curled into a grin.

"You see something you like, apprentice?" The orc asked, slowly dragging the cloth down his stomach, muscles tensing as he ground it back and forth. Arm pumping, washboard abs thrumming against the towel, Cedric watched on in a daze.

"H-Huh?" Cedric began, blinking as he realized Azuk was toying with him. He immediately let go of his shaft, the thick rod now throbbing with need in the waters below. "S-Sorry."

"Whatever for? Come closer Cedric. No need to hide your shame." The orc smirked, hooking a soapy finger towards the man. "Already heard your complaints loud and clear. I've been ignoring you, haven't I?"

The smaller orc swallowed tightly as he slowly waded towards the man, body tingling with anticipation. He'd once sworn off this orc forever, cursed his name until he was out of breath, and yet here he was, eagerly standing at attention for the man.

"Let's fix that, shall we?" Azuk grunted, grabbing at the orc's ass to tug him forward. Holding his grip on Cedric, the orc brought the washcloth up, dragging it along his apprentice's tensing body.

"How does it feel, Cedric?" The larger orc began, grinning as he lathered up the muscled chest before him. "You're an orc now, after all. Green-skinned as they come."

"It's... Different." Cedric began, blushing as the orc slowly spun him around. His cock was practically jutting from the waters, back tensing with each press of Azuk's lathered hands. "I thought maybe I'd be more assertive. If anything, I'm just knocking into stuff more."

Azuk laughed at that, thick hands grabbing at his apprentice, raising a hairy arm to wash at his pit.

"No comment on the hair? I see you've given up on shaving." Azuk began, smirking as he ran a palm across the orc's soapy pit, helping wash him off. "Personally speaking, it's an improvement. It's stimulating really, watching you develop more and more orcish tendencies."

"Y-You're not nearly as overgrown as I am." Cedric huffed, his other arm now being raised by the generous orcs "I assumed it was enchantments."

"I'm just not one to grow much hair, Cedric. You'll be surprised to hear that I am not entirely kept squared away by magic." The orc chuckled, gripping at the bulk in Cedric's arm.

The smaller orc swallowed as he stared down at his twitching arousal. Warm water lapped against his hips, green skin now fresh and clean.

"Turn around now, Cedric. It's your turn." Azuk professed, the water quickly stirring as the seasoned enchanter moved about.

Cedric obliged, hand moving to cover his arousal as the hairy orc turned to face Azuk once more. A wet and freshly lathered towel was tossed at him, landing with a wet thud against his chest. Cedric caught the washcloth, before turning his eyes up to Azuk.

The orc had pulled himself from the bath, water running down his naked body as he sat at the pool's edge. One leg lifting from the water, Azuk stuck his foot out, lifting the heavy sole until it was resting against Cedric's chest.

"Go head. Have your fun." Azuk began with a smirk, letting his foot drag along the orc's leathery pecs. "You'll clean me off the right way, and then you'll do so again, without the cloth. Understood?"

Cedric swallowed, nodding dumbly before the orc pressed forward. Thick foot jutting against his soapy hand, the hairy orc gripped at the leathery soles with more fervor than he cared to admit. It'd been too long since he'd been this close to Azuk. Even the act of squeezing at his soles somehow felt overtly sensual, heat rushing to his cheeks as he realized how arousing the act was. Squeezing. Rubbing. Caressing. Hand reaching out, gripping tightly at the orc's calves as he cleaned the enchanter. Azuk did his fair share of teasing, often lifting his soapy toes before pushing them against Cedric's frame.

The smaller orc let out a series of snorts, cock twitching as he buried himself in the intoxicating work. Azuk's body was beautiful to him, his feet something to be worshiped. Cedric knew how foolish the thought sounded, and yet here he was, squeezing tenderly around those green soles. Cupping and caressing, making sure Azuk knew just how much he liked this.

Gods, he was aching. It was doing something to him, making it hard to think straight. Washing off Azuk's legs, the hairy orc let out a shuddering snort. He felt an intense need wash over him as he stood upright, chest heaving as he kept one foot held in his grip.

"That's it, Cedric." Azuk grinned, reclining back. "Enjoy yourself. Do what comes natural to you."

Cedric let out a grunt as he raised the orc's leg. Heavy, beautiful foot pushed in front of his face, the apprentice leaned forward. He kissed at the sole, groaning as he felt Azuk smear the heavy appendage across his face. Pushing back, Cedric felt another snort erupt from somewhere deep inside. The primal need was building, thoughts and desires mixing in his head until there was only a burning, passionate need for more.

Cedric let his tongue drag along the orc's foot, tusks sliding against his toes as he committed himself fully. Suckling now, as he wrapped his maw around the enchanter's plump toes, looking up at the grinning orc with a sense of honorific duty. In this moment, he was Azuk's. He'd do anything for the enchanter. Lick his feet clean. Bend over for the man. Let him tease and embarrass him all he like. He loved every minute of it, his tongue bath increasing in fervor as he let out snort after snort.

Azuk's own shaft was throbbing now, the thick tool jutting into the air. Confidence welled in Cedric at the sight of his enchanter's pleasure. He'd done that. With hands and tongue alone, he'd coaxed pleasure out of the orc. Cedric shuddered as Azuk lowered his thoroughly cleaned foot, quickly lifting another to shove against his student's jaw. The smaller orc craned to lick at it, grabbing at Azuk's heel, shoving it against his face. The other foot was toying at his cock now, shoving it up against his body, heel pinning it. Rubbing, achingly slowly, as his toes curled.

"You're something to behold, Cedric." Azuk grinned, letting his digits press deeper into the orc's eager mouth. "You enjoying yourself, orc?"

"Gods. Yes." Cedric moaned, words slurring as his tusks dragged across Azuk's form. Kissing deeply, passionately, inhaling sharply as he let himself get lost in his work.

"You're free to do this whenever you like, you know. You can drop to your knees and take care of me, at a moment's notice, and I won't bat an eye."

Panting, chest heaving, Cedric felt his cock spasm. Azuk was pushing forward, shoving and grinding with newfound intensity. The orcs let out a series of grunts as their pushing became a contest of sorts, each grinding against the other. Harder. Faster.

Cedric let out a deep bellow, as something carnal within him found its way out. The orc knocked the foot aside, gripping at Azuk's leg. With a yank, the enchanter was pulled back into the water, the two pressing together as their lips met.

Cocks now grinding against the other, hips sliding back and forth as the water rocked about, the two clutched tightly at their heavy bodies. Thick fingers gripping, digging into one another's rough skin, yanking as they kept their hips pinned.

Firm hands found their way to Cedric's ass. Cupping. Spreading. Fingers pushing their way forward, slowly pressing against the orc's eager pucker. Azuk ground his tusks against Cedric's, tongue spreading his lips apart, the stronger orc slowly forcing his weight atop his apprentice. Cedric kissed back, eagerness giving way to shuddering need, his pucker slowly relaxing as Azuk's fingers pushed their way inside.

Cedric let out a snort as he pulled away from the kiss, lips sliding along the enchanter's jaw as he craned forward. Tusks pinned against Azuk's shoulder blade, the orc clutched tightly at his enchanter, suckling with the intent to leave a mark. Azuk let out a prideful snort as he let his fingers sink deeper, their cocks grinding together as the two gave in to their desires.

"I'd almost forgotten how eager you'd become." Azuk grunted, slowly letting his fingers thrum in and out of his orc. "You've kept yourself loose, this entire time? How insatiable, your appetite must be."

Cedric kept suckling, hands reaching down between their gyrating hips, thick palm wrapping around their members and squeezing. The smaller orc let out a prideful snort, shoulders squaring as he seized hold of their pulsing needs.

"I want you, Azuk." Cedric grunted, backside clenching around the orc's fingers. "Now. Forever."

Azuk grinned as he stared at his mate's wanton expression. Slowly pulling his digits out of the man's depths with a snort of his own.

"Then bend your ass over. It's been too long since I've claimed you."

Cedric obliged the enchanter, slowly pushing his way towards the water's edge. Gripping at solid ground, he raised his hips up, muscled back arched against the wake of the lapping water.

"Azuk?" Cedric asked, pausing to let out a grunt as he felt the heavy orc push against his rear. That thick cock, gently sliding along his backside. "I..."

"Out with it, orc." The enchanter grunted, lining up his girth with the thick orc's winking pucker.

"I'm not. Going to take it off. Until you make me." Cedric huffed, pushing his ass back against the throbbing warmth behind him.

"Oh?" Azuk chuckled, slowly pushing forward as he spread the man apart. Thick shaft, pulsing as he pressed into Cedric's depths. "Is that the thief in you saying that? Or the needy orc bent before me."

"Gods, Azuk. They're one in the same." Cedric moaned, green fingers clutching at the ground for support as he felt the enchanter slowly open him. Sinking deeper. Deeper.

"Your conviction is admirable." The larger orc huffed, pushing forwards sharply before holding the man close against him. Shuddering, letting his cock throb deep within his apprentice, he began to grind back and forth. "If only you took this voracity with you through the rest of your life."

"I'm trying." Cedric huffed, clenching around the cock rammed deep within him, relaxing more and more with each thrust. "Gods, Azuk. I'm trying. A-And one day? I'm gonna-"

The apprentice let out a bellowing snort as Azuk suddenly thrust with conviction. Fingers digging into Cedric's sides, water smacking against the pool's edge, the two shoved against the other.

"One day. I'm gonna. Make it." Cedric huffed, craning back to look at the beautiful man behind him. "You're gonna look at me. And all you're gonna see is an orc."

Azuk let out a confident snort, chest welling as he slowly drew his hips back. The orc quickly thrust forward again, forcing another bellowing grunt out of the man beneath him.

"You start today then." Azuk began, voice steeling as his hips rocked back and forth. "When I hilt. When I pump you full. When you leave to go about your day. You stay an orc."

"Gods. Azuk." Cedric moaned, pushing back against the hips now steadily plowing into him. Cock thrumming deep within his depths, shaft throbbing between his knees, the waters splashed against him as the entire pool fell into tempo with their powerful thrusts.

"You carry yourself like an orc. You speak like an orc. You refer to yourself. As an orc." Azuk huffed, driving the entire length of his shaft forward, holding his hips against Cedric as his cock throbbed deep within his mate. "Am I making myself clear?"

"Y-Yes!" Cedric bellowed, his own shaft twitching against the lapping waters. He was close. So close.

"What are you, Cedric?" Azuk asked, bellowing as he shoved forward, pinning his weight atop the hairy orc.

Each thrust, driving deeper than the last. Cedric was opening up for the man, lost in the throes of his own desire. The sound of their hips smacking together, water splashing about, was music to his ears. He was Azuk's. Now, and forever.

"O-Orc! I'm an-" Cedric yelled, cock pulsing as his own orgasm overtook him. The collar around his neck tingled as he groaned, muscles tensing as he pushed back against Azuk's thrusts.

Snorting, bellowing, Azuk grabbed Cedric by the shoulder. Pulling him back against his heaving body, the enchanter grabbed at his apprentice's twitching shaft. Hand plunging up and down, Azuk kissed at Cedric's neck. Pushing deeper. Deeper. Hips spasming.

Cedric shuddered as he felt warmth push forth from the thick member hilting him, another guttural moan drawn from his lips.

"Damn. Right you are." Azuk huffed, hands sliding across Cedric's muscled frame. "Collar or no collar. You'll always be my orc."

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The lonely estate, now not quite as lonely. The thief, filled with newfound purpose. An enchanter, surprised by his mate's dedication. The months to come would act as the kindling for years to come. From apprentice, to associate, to partner. A thief turned enchanter, sticking by Azuk's side longer than most ever bothered. Vibrance, finding its way into both of their lives. A bond, forged in the oddest of conflicts, empowered by one another's stubbornness. The two would push forward from this moment as one, and come to be renowned for their works. Comfortable to share the efforts of their labor. Happy to embrace the other. For everything Azuk had done in his life, Cedric would prove to be the source of his greatest accomplishments.

Two enchanters, proud to call one another their partner through life.

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Well met! Making An Orc has at last met its end, proving itself to be a delightfully bizarre and unique story. Azuk and Cedric are quite the odd pair, yet so fun to write. Again, I thank all who have stuck around to read each part. Looking back over Making An Orc has been a lot of fun for me. I look forward to seeing the execution of the other Making Ofs to come.

See you next time.

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