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Zagu rivaled the most comfortable bed. Every part of him was warm and welcomed Bardulf like a cozy, living pillow. Emerald green skin clothed in luxuriously soft fur pelts pressed against the wolf, drawing him into the walking world with its lovely aroma and the gentle thump of the orc's heartbeat. He opened his eyes, a quiet growl of contentment rippling through his relaxed body and nose flaring, drawing deep breaths of honeyed scent.

Zagu was still asleep, his pretty eyes closed and a contented tusked smile on his face, but one appendage stood proud and awake, pulsing in the warm cocoon of furs and pressing hungrily against Bardulf's side. Magnificent and pleasantly hairless, his juicy member bounced with each sleeping breath when the wolf shrugged off luxurious fur blankets. A pearl of translucent, dripping arousal glistened at its tip, calling to the wolf with its musk. How could he ever resist?

Worshipful paws reached out to weigh that beautiful member, peeling back its hood of extra skin and revealing the darker green helmet with a slow stroke. Somehow, it was bigger than Bard remembered, imposing and thick enough that his hand could barely close around it.

Surely a Good Boy wouldn't let such a perfect cock go to waste? Master would want him to put it to good use. Deciding he didn't need an excuse to please his master, Bardulf stroked its imposing length with both paws, in awe of the sheer size pulsing between his fingers.

Taking shuddering, deep pulls of orcish scent that set his brain floating on a submissive cloud, Bardulf settled in between Zagu's legs, resting his elbows on pillowy but muscular thighs. His tongue slipped free, tasting the jewel-like gift of arousal and suppressing a pleased moan as sweet, musky slime coated his senses, heightening his euphoria. Waking Zagu would be rude. Masters needed their beauty sleep, after all.

Nose wiggling, he nuzzled his master's shaft as though embracing an old friend. One long lick, then two, faded into a litany of long laps from the base to the tip. Sweet, salty flesh called to him, encouraging every drooling lick and bouncing against his muzzle, smearing orcish arousal over his nose pad and swaddling his world in addictive scent, while slumberous groans encouraged his efforts.

Though Zagu's member was far too thick to swallow in the same way that the orc lavished attention on Bardulf's, he tried his best to please that glistening head, sealing its swollen tip between eager lips and suckling as if drinking from a wineskin. He couldn't bob any further, but his tongue pleased what it could, slipping between foreskin and head to dutifully clean hard-to-reach spaces. Hopefully, his enthusiasm would make up for his inexperience.

"Hmm? Puppy?" Master awakened as Bardulf was mid-worship, groaning aloud at the eager suckling heat greeting his morning erection. "Don't hurt yourself, sweety." He cooed with dreamy, blinking eyes, his hands on either side of Bardulf's face, thumbs swirling over soft, well-groomed cheek fur. "I've never been all that fond of penetration, anyway. My species has a sensitive hole for a reason."

Bardulf couldn't respond with his mouth occupied, but he flashed his most begging, desperate eyes to the reclining orc. He wanted to taste the sweet cream of his master's orgasm instead of letting it spill across his perfect emerald body. Master could force him from that beautiful shaft if he liked, and the wolf wouldn't complain, but he hoped he wouldn't.

"Oh fine, pretty pup. I'll let you finish me off. " With a kind smile, Zagu spread his legs further apart, bringing his still knot-puffed hole to Bardulf's attention. "But after your drink, that big puppy dick better do its job." A clench pouted his hole, and Bardulf could almost feel its talented muscles gripping his hard cock. Master didn't need to tell him twice.

Tail wagging and heart soaring with his master's approval, Bardulf graced that perfectly soft, satiny hole with his fingers, wiggling them past the slightest bit of clenching resistance and curling them upward to find the sweet spot hidden inside. Caressing the squishy lump with slow thrusts, he endeavored to bring Zagu to orgasm, his drooling maw increasing its suction and his frantic tongue polishing green flesh, chasing the bucking member as it nearly bounced free.

"Fuck, puppy. Here it comes. Last chance to pull off." Zagu warned, his breath coming in long pants and his wriggling hips nearly breaking the seal of lupine lips. Syrupy, deliciously sweet seed burst from his tip, draining down Bardulf's throat and prompting the wolf to swallow so it wouldn't squirt from his nose rather than fill his stomach. Wouldn't that be Bardulf's greatest shame? Good Boys couldn't waste their master's gift.

Somehow, Zagu's cum was just as addictive as the rest of him, filling the wolf's stomach with pleasant, tingling warmth and overwhelming his tastebuds with something the wolf could only describe as sheer happiness. Not a drop escaped his lips, and every hard throb met with succulent pulls, draining pearly ropes as though sucking them directly from churning emerald balls. It was just as heavenly as he imagined, though he wished he could bury the massive length deep in his throat.

Letting spent orcish cock fall from his tingling lips, Bardulf hunched over his panting master, slotting his tip into its silky home and sliding into luxurious depths before Zagu's cock could finish erupting. His full stomach didn't let him pound away, but he was content to make love to that yielding hole with slow, dripping thrusts. Cheek pressing against comfortable pecs, then nuzzling into the orc's neck, he embraced Zagu, losing himself in a loving rhythm and bouncing his eager fuzzy balls off of jiggling cheeks. His place was here, buried within Zagu's hole, pleasing his master with his endowment, like a Good Boy. Nothing else could ever be so fulfilling.

"You know, puppy. You're the first pet to give himself so willingly." Doting fingers trailed down Bardulf's back, tracing small circles through his fluff. "I suppose it's all the effect of Imprinting, but I can almost believe you love me." Muscular arms drew the thrusting wolf closer in a warm hug, sandwiching soft orcish cock between his smooth stomach and fluffy fur. A contemplative sigh rippled through his welcoming body, and a gentle clench massaged plunging cock, tightening his innards and sending a pang of pleasure through the wolf's stomach.

"I love you, sir! You're amazing and nice, and you smell so good!" Bardulf responded immediately, his tail thumping against claiming fingers and his thrusts speeding, stirring orcish innards with greedy desperation. He'd do anything master wanted, anything at all, to make the orc happy.

Silence met Bardulf's words, and the orc's chin rested on top of his head, but those muscled arms gathered him closer, resting on his fluffy butt. Kneading squeezes massaged his rear, and soft inner muscles demanded his knot, clamping down once it rammed home and trapping him within rippling walls.

Release bloomed inside the orc's talented hole, filling him with lupine love and tying them together with the swollen bulb of Bardulf's knot. Satisfied whimpers left the wolf's throat as he nuzzled dreamily into soft flesh, desperation giving way to affectionate squirming that tugged at Zagu's hole and forced talented muscles to clamp down.

Too soon, another urge filled the wolf's midsection, and he popped free of their tie with a wet pop despite the resistance, his wilting cock screaming for another sort of relief. "Sir. Um, where can I-" Bardulf tried not to be vulgar, but the urge in his stomach won out over his need to be a Good Boy. "Where can I piss?" His ears lowered at his words, but no other term seemed to show his urgency.

Laughing at Bardulf's sudden change of tone, Zagu stretched and stood, helping Bardulf to his feet and leaving behind a pool of furs that fell from his nude body like water. "That's right, I didn't show you around last night, did I? Poor thing. I've been a bad master." Scratching the wolf's ears and smoothing his unkempt head fur, he pressed a soft kiss to Bardulf's forehead.

Squeezing hands led the way from the tent, reassuring the pup as the softly lit gloom gave way to the bright light of day. Thankfully for Bardulf's bursting bladder, Zagu led him straight to the bushes behind his tent and slipped an arm around his shoulders, taking his maleness in his free hand. "For now, you can go here. I'll show you the facilities afterward. I don't want you pissing yourself before we get there. I don't mind the scent, but it'd be hard to get the smell out of your fur, and I don't want that poor cock sore."

At the sight of the orc's golden stream arcing into the bushes, the wolf couldn't hold it, his sheath tip fountaining with its strongly scented flow. It was strange pissing with the piercings lining his sheath, but the way they tickled his peeking pointed cock wasn't unwelcome. He melted against Zagu's embrace, his tongue hanging out and his legs shaking as he finally let loose, and his hand drifted to Zagu's silky smooth rear, squeezing its luxurious padding. How could something be so yielding and gelatinous yet firm?

"Laying your claim on master's rump?" Zagu teased, clenching his cheek under massaging fingers. "It's yours, you know. Whenever you want it." He wiggled his rear, shaking the last few drops from his soft cock and turning to spread his cheeks, letting his glazed hole grace Bardulf's vision. "If you haven't noticed by now, I love to spoil my pet."

As readily as he showed his rump, Bardulf didn't doubt it. Unfortunately, his cock was still woefully soft and unresponsive, so he couldn't stuff himself in and breed his eager master in the musky undergrowth, despite the spurt of pre that followed the last drops of his piss. He'd have to make up for that later. Knotfucking his master's hole would be his privilege.

The orcish camp was far more lively than the night before. Shades of green flesh walked around in the nude, surrounded by almost visible clouds of steamy scents, with every shape represented. Every orc seemed bulky, whether graced by mountainous muscle, bouncing fat, or a combination of the two, and even the least endowed sported massive balls underneath small cocks. Bardulf doubted that any of them were half as perfect as his master, but it was fun to ogle their bodies and take in delicious scents.

A few beastmen of varied species scattered throughout the camp, though most of them were hard at work pleasing masters, and he could barely see hints of their furry coats or scaly hides through pressing green flesh sitting on eager faces or riding submissive cock. Was it a special privilege to be taken on as a pet? Bardulf felt his chest puff. He was such a Good Boy that his master chose him for such an honor!

"These are the latrines." Zagu opened a wooden door, and Bardulf braced himself for the putrid smell he'd come to associate with bodily waste. Strangely, it never came, replaced with a strangely comforting floral scent. "There's no need to wipe your fur or use water. Grab one of these-" Zagu grabbed a smooth, glowing white stone from a recess on the wall and offered it to Bardulf. "After you've finished going, will yourself clean and imagine your waste disappearing. No mess, nothing left behind. Some of us don't even have to use the facilities anymore because of these little beauties. It cleans you right up before you even have to go."

Now that he mentioned it, Bardulf noticed a similar stone set into one of Zagu's earrings. Did that mean that Zagu's ass was only for taking cock? The idea was unbelievably erotic. Master's hole, always ready and waiting to be knotted, dripping with cum and sweat. Aching and needy for wolf cock. For HIS cock.

Concentrating on the stone in his hand, Bardulf felt a tingle in his guts, followed by a lifted weight from his midsection. How convenient! He wouldn't have to worry about messing his fur or grossing his master out. Like a cub seeking approval, he clutched the stone to his chest and stared at Zagu with his tail fanning the air.

"Seems you have an affinity for magic, as well, pup. You could have been a talented mage. Still can be if you want to learn. I can ask my father for tomes and a few beginner's magical gems." Pleased with Bardulf's actions, Zagu cradled Bardulf's cheek in that wonderfully loving way that melted the wolf every time. Master was such a big softy. Why had Bardulf ever resisted him? Every moment without those stroking fingers on his fur was wasted and miserable.

"You hungry, pup? You haven't had anything to eat since I brought you home." Petting the scruff of Bardulf's neck, then down to the base of his tail, Zagu lead Bardulf towards the more densely populated parts of the camp, leaving behind the wooden latrines.

Home. Yes, this was home. The thought made Bardulf want to howl with joy, but he kept his composure. Still, he couldn't stop the wag of his tail or his groping paws happily massaging Zagu's hairless rump. He'd never felt like he belonged somewhere before. Could he stay with Zagu forever if he was a Good Boy? He hoped so.

Something even tastier than the scent of musky orc flesh tickled Bardulf's nose. His stomach growled as he took slow breaths of something sweet and an undercurrent of salty, savory meat. Drool gathered at the corners of his maw as the scent's source came into view, and he had to stop himself from diving head first into a delicious spread of unknown breakfast food.

Piles of fluffy, rounded cakes that Bardulf didn't recognize filled stone plates, and a steaming amber liquid sat in a pitcher next to the small mountain, while colorful brown strips of crunchy heaven sat next to it. As he watched, orcs walked past, filling their plates with the wonderous food, only to have another chubby orc behind the table refill the supply from sizzling pans.

In all of Bard's short life, he hadn't seen anything so decadent. Most of his village's food had little taste or was preserved in salt or sugar to prevent food shortages in lean winters. Were the orcs this prosperous that they could eat as they liked, even in a military camp? With every moment spent in Zagu's company, childhood stories of orcish brutality and bloodshed seemed further from the truth.

"Oh, you'll love this, pup. I've never seen a canine who didn't love bacon." Though Bardulf didn't know what the word meant, Zagu's tone intrigued him, and he sniffed at the strip of meat the orc offered him, taking in its smoky, savory aroma. Was it jerky? Bardulf didn't enjoy most jerked meats. Their tough fibers got stuck in his teeth, and his claws never cleared them properly, leaving him with days of discomfort until they worked their way free.

Cautious teeth gingerly took the meat from Zagu's fingers. Eyes widening at the pleasant crispiness and explosion of smokey flavor, Bard let out an involuntary approving noise, crunching his way through the whole strip and licking grease from Zagu's fingers, eyeing the remaining pile of meat with hunger rising in his stomach. Despite the orcish cream still sloshing inside of him, his appetite was whet, and he felt as if he could swallow a feral horse.

"See? Delicious. Let's get you a plate." Gathering utensils and a shiny stone platter, Zagu piled a generous helping of fluffy cakes slathered in a thin, sugary sauce and a small mountain of bacon onto its surface.

A sweet, acidic-smelling drink accompanied the meal, tantalizing the wolf's nose with its exotic tang. Sipping at its tangy sweetness, the wolf had to stop himself from draining the whole mug.

Lead to a nearby wooden table as though tugged by the delicious steam rising from Zagu's plate, Bardulf took a seat next to his master, stealing a paw full of bacon from his plate and munching through it in seconds. As he licked his fingers, he looked around, curious about his new home's other occupants. Maybe he could serve his master better if he observed other pets.

A few beastmen joined their masters at the table, leaning against green skin and sharing affectionate touches while eating. One, a horse with reddish-brown fur and dark brown eyes, leaned back and let a mammoth equine cock slap against his stomach, dragging his muscular master's face to its flared tip while he munched through a plate of fluffy cakes.

The orc seemed used to the treatment and dove down its length, abandoning his food to take the horse's massive manhood to the root in an awe-inducing display of sluttiness. A brutal facefuck followed, but from Bardulf's seat, he could see a stretched, gaping hole clenching hungrily between muscular cheeks, and the orc didn't struggle at all, cradling equine balls as though encouraging the treatment. They fell backward from the table, and the orc fingerfucked his hole hungrily as his throat was fucked open, wet sounds following each ball-slapping thrust into his maw.

Zagu snapped his fingers and turned Bardulf's muzzle with gentle fingers. "Hey. I know it's fun to watch, pup, but let's eat. I've got some work to do today, and I want to bring you with me." His kind smile showed he wasn't angry with the wolf, and a fork full of fluffy cake dripping with sugary sauce pressed against Bardulf's lips, bringing attention from his awakened cock to his tastebuds.

Zagu fed Bardulf each bite, avoiding messing fluffy fur with sticky treats and alternating bites of salty perfection with flat cake. It wasn't until the wolf felt full to bursting that he relented, polishing off the rest of the food with large bites.

Yelped protests followed their rushed meal as Zagu picked Bard up, but he settled in against the orc's chest when a playful swat stung his rump. He'd prefer to walk, but if it made his master happy, he didn't mind dozing in those comfortable arms, though he looked a bit silly being carried by a man the same height. Perhaps it was even better, with the sleepy state taking over the stuffed wolf's mind. Orcish food was tasty, but it sat like a brick in his stomach, soaking up Zagu's cream and bulging his belly.

Plodding steps and the slow beat of the orc's heartbeat lulled Bardulf into a short nap, wrapped in muscled arms like a cub in their father's arms.

When the wolf awoke, his surroundings were unfamiliar, and the sound of feral horse hooves clopping away filled the air. Blinking away the blur of sleep, he looked around, taking in a cramped but cozy carriage with only enough space for two men, possibly three, with one kneeling on the floor. A few feet away, Zagu stared through a leather-draped window, turning his gaze to the sleepy wolf when his stirring creaked wooden seats.

"Oh good, you're awake. I thought I'd have to sit here in silence for the next hour." He stretched, scratching the space above his cock with lazy fingers. He was still pleasantly nude, but his braids looked freshly re-done, and his skin shined with a layer of oil, moisturized and radiant. It seemed he spent quite a while grooming himself while Bardulf slept. Was he trying to look pretty for Bardulf? Master was such a sweetheart.

"Where are we going, sir?" Bardulf rubbed his eyes, cracking his neck, and fixated on his master's glistening chest. Those soft pecs rivaled master's ass, and he would gladly worship them with his tongue for hours. Without hesitation, he leaned forward to massage Zagu's chest, rubbing his thumbs over hardening nipples and crossing the distance between them. Master said that his ass belonged to Bardulf, so why not the rest of him?

"Mmm. To the mines, sweet pup. I have to oversee the recruits from your village, among others. Make sure they settle into their roles without any problems." Accepting the wolf's exploring paws, Zagu clenched his muscles, bouncing his pecs against appreciative fingers. Silky skin grew hard, then relaxed with each clench, showing off the power hidden beneath the fat's padding.

"Were they bad pets?" Bardulf remembered Zagu's threat the first time he worshipped that luxurious green ass. He thought the mines were where misbehaving pets went to learn manners. Not Good Boys, like him. He was ashamed that the rest of his village didn't follow his lead.

"I suppose you could say that. Sometimes Imprinting takes time, and sweet fluffy boys like yourself need some extra incentive to behave." Zagu pulled the wolf closer, pressing their stiff members together in a pleasant, sweat-slickened grind. Heavy, hairless balls radiated heat, squishing against Bardulf's and churning with more potent orc cream as those cupping hands found Bard's face, scratching behind his ears. "A few weeks surrounded by needy orc miners, drenched in sweat and aching for cock, and most boys behave."

"Sir. I want-" Squishing flexing pecs between his paws, Bardulf pondered their softness, squeezing them together. He thrust against the orc's cock, tugging pebbled nipples and drooling at the silken skin under his paw pads. Zagu's body was too impossibly sexy for him to carry a conversation for long, and he ached to sheath his cock between those pecs. "May I use master's chest?"

"Naughty puppy. Not satisfied with your master's ass and mouth, huh?" Zagu teased him, but he took hold of Bardulf's manhood, scooting down in his seat until his rump touched the floor below. Uncorking the bottle of oil at his side with his teeth, he drizzled thick lines of slickness across his chest, then dumped the remainder over the wolf's cock, coating it in glittering, slippery lubrication.

Kneeling and pressing a soft kiss to Bardulf's belly, the cock-hungry orc let pulsing wolf cock smear the oil over his hairless chest before it found its mark between muscular pecs, sinking into bouncy muscles that relaxed into pillowy softness. Eyes like liquid honey stared up at him, and soft lips kissed his pointed tip before he leaned back, showing off the deliciously lewd sight of his drooling cock sandwiched between shiny mountains of green flesh.

Buttery bouncing pecs vibrated with the carriage's motion, spurring Bardulf's thrusts between them as soft green fingers took hold of slippery flesh, pressing them together to create a glistening, fuckable groove. While not as welcoming and heated as Zagu's hole or talented as his maw, his chest demanded every thrust with silken, pillowy glory, coaxing heavy spurts of canine arousal to splatter over Zagu's face, and Bardulf's cock delighted in the smooth glide.

Tongue extended and hands pressing emerald pecs together, Zagu practically begged for lupine seed. His fingers tugged and played with darker green nubs, and his dripping cock bounced with each spurt that painted his face like a whorish reminder of his love for Bardulf's dick. "Come on, puppy. Let it all out." He cooed with every speeding thrust, licking his lips free of cockslime but letting the remaining strings drip where they would.

Slippery perfection demanded Bard's finish, and that pretty face coiled the wolf's stomach with the desire written across its features. Not one to disappoint, he buried his shaft between perfect pecs, his tip barely peeking out above green mounds as fountaining desire poured from his balls to paint Zagu's chest in ribbons of white. Despite his earlier seeding, his cum was still thick and virile, filling the small space with canine musk.

"Good Boy." Those two little words that sent Bardulf's heart soaring earned another hard pulse that sent a rope of canine cum across the orc's face, nearly reaching his hair. Gentle kisses graced his tip, and massaging fingers rolled his balls in their fuzzy sack as his drooling shaft left the warm embrace of emerald muscles, and he took in the messy orc's painted appearance with a proud smile.

Bardulf couldn't help but admire how pretty his master looked, coated in pearly cream with half-closed eyes and a come hither smile. Canine cum festooned Zagu's face, thankfully missing his eyes, and dribbled down green skin, falling from his chin to drip down to already soaked muscles. Long strings of virility webbed his flexing mountains, threatening to roll down with each soft breath, and even his stomach held a few stray drops, making their way down to pool in his navel. His cock jutted proudly, untouched and dribbling, between his legs, his heartbeat showing in each movement of his arousal.

The urge to mark the orc further with his gooey gift rose with each vibration of the carriage, but a neigh and a sudden stop announced their arrival, and Bardulf's master stood, pressing a gentle, musk-laden kiss to his muzzle. "We're here, puppy." He murmured against Bard's eager tongue before stepping into the light outside, not bothering to clean himself of the evidence of Bard's love.