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The worgen's ears shot up when he heard movement outside. As a natural reflex, Marland let out a soft growl from his throat, eyes fixated on the heavy steel door of the small room the Horde had been using as a prison cell for him for the last... how long had it been? There was no way of knowing. Definitely more than a week, though.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the sound of the many locks being undone to ring through the small room. The worgen's growling increased, his lips curling to show some teeth towards the entrance. He expected one of the many dumb orcs that had come for him to try and get information about the Alliance stronghold that he was a captain of. The marks of their whips were still fresh on his back, barely hidden by his fur, but they were fools. They would never break a worgen, no matter how much pain they inflicted upon him.

When the door opened, however, the orc that came through was definitely not what Marland expected. Unlike most orcs, he wore simple clothing. A robe that fit his form well and let it plain that, also different from most orcs, this one was not in fact all that muscular. He had a leaner frame and, even though he was fit like most orcs seemed to naturally be, he lacked the features of a fighter. Marland, being a proud warrior himself, could easily see that.

"Whatever you're thinking of trying, don't bother. It won't work." The worgen's voice was rough and deep, befitting of his kind. The growl in his throat that accompanied it bordered on the feral side. Marland himself had been stripped of all of his armor and clothing, left with little dignity.

The worgen sat against the wall in the small room on the opposite side of the door, legs to the side to at least leave his sheath and everything else between his legs out of sight given that these savages had ripped off his loincloth on the first day of torture. Marland made a point to show his large fangs towards the orc and oh, how he wished that those steel manacles weren't keeping his hands firmly behind his back. His paws curled into fists and he could feel the tip of his own sharp claws against his paw pads. What he wouldn't give to rake the face of some of those orcs...

Unexpectedly again, the orc simply smirked.

"You seem awfully sure of that," the savage said in perfect Common. Most orcs didn't speak the Alliance language save for the rudimentary mouthing of the questions they wanted answers for. What bothered Marland the most was that this orc didn't look at him with disdain, disgust or mockery like the others. Those green orcish eyes looked at him as if he didn't consider the worgen a threat or an enemy. True, he was bound, naked and had been their prisoner for a while, but he was still an Alliance commander! And one with an earned reputation for defeating the Horde in many occasions, too.

"There has been no lack of trying," the worgen responded, keeping his head high and not faltering even under the stare of those strange eyes, "but I understand that you orcs are too dumb to learn things quickly."

The insult only seemed to amuse the strange orc further. His smirk grew a little and he looked like he was about to chuckle. Marland's growl grew in tone just a little bit. His lack of respect was annoying.

"The others are brutes, I will agree with you there, but I am different. I will have you telling me everything we want to know and more soon enough."

The worgen's growl actually ceased in order to give way to amusement.

"Hah! What a bold fucking claim. Do you even know who I am?"

The orc took a step towards him. The worgen grew tense, looking at him with wary eyes and standing at the ready to fight back.

"You are Marland Chalice, the 'Sharpclaw'," the orc said, getting his name and even the title he was known for among his peers right. "Loyal member of the Alliance, high-ranked officer, fiercely embracing the worgen curse. They say you and your squads have defeated the Horde many times, yet here you are now."

The orc stopped right in front of him. He was pretty much within the worgen's reach. If Marland pounced on him he was sure he could get a good bite on the orc's leg before he was kicked back and the other orcs rushed in to beat him up for it. He had attempted that twice already. Yet still, despite seeming to know so much, the strange, weak orc didn't seem scared.

"I will not be here for long," the worgen growled back at the orc. That brought a chuckle from him as well.

"Indeed you won't. I think a proud, known warrior like you would do well serving the Horde. Seeing such a thing would be a good morale boost for the soldiers." The orc's tone was nothing if not serious.

The worgen looked up at him dumbfounded for a moment.

"If you think that I would ever do anything in the name of the Horde you must be even more delusional than I thought." Marland's eyes remained fixated on him. Then, to surprise him even further, the orc went down on one knee in front of him. It allowed them to look at each other eye to eye, but it also allowed the worgen enough reach to perhaps attempt to lunge at the orc's throat with his teeth. Maybe he could even kill him before the others that were certainly waiting outside came to his rescue...

"Everyone says something along those lines at first, but it all changes when they see what I can do." The orc continued to stare at him, eye to eye, not a hint of fear in his faze. Marland's growl grew stronger. Such arrogance!

"Oh, yeah? And what is it that you can do? Are you going to threaten to heal me until I feel too well?" The worgen spoke with a snort of his own. The orc's expression changed. It wasn't quite surprise that he saw there, it was more like... a different sort of amusement. It still annoyed the worgen. "I've seen robes like yours before," Marland continued, "many orc priests tried to keep their warriors going after our assaults, none of them succeeded."

The orc's smile only grew. "I'm impressed. Yet maybe I shouldn't be. Your competence is genuine, after all. That only makes whatever information that smart head of yours has all the more valuable."

The worgen continued to growl. He had already measured everything with his mind. The manacles that held his paws to the wall behind him were tight and short, but he knew that if he lunged forward just right he could lean forward enough to reach the orc's neck with his sharp teeth. Though killing one cocky orc inside this Horde facility would amount to very little, the temptation of doing so was getting stronger by the minute.

"Too bad you will never hear any of it." The worgen spat on the ground dismissively. He looked away from the orc's eyes for just a moment, but then his gaze returned to them. They were purple now. Had they been purple before?

The orc's smirk turned into a full-fledged grin that accentuated his large tusks. Marland started realizing that something was wrong when he caught little hints of a shadowy mist from the corner of his eyes. He tried to look away from the orc's eyes again in order to see it better, but then the worgen realized that he was physically unable to look away. He couldn't even close his eyes, couldn't even blink! Soon, Marland didn't have to look. The black, shadowy aura started enveloping the orc as a whole, giving him a sinister aura...

He was a shadow priest.

Befitting of the savage Horde to hold such entities among their ranks! The worgen had heard many tales of what those that had turned away from the Light could do, but he had never seen one from up-close. He had heard reports of some of them killed, but he had never done it himself. That was about to change.

The worgen lunged forward. Or, at least, he tried to. His mind gave his body the command to lunge forward, to open his muzzle, to jump at the orc and close his fangs around his neck, yet his body? It did not move an inch. The worgen's stuck eyes widened just a little bit when he realized that, no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer move. He just continued to sit there as he was, stuck staring at the orc's purple eyes that were starting to glow.

"Wh- what...!" the worgen tried to say. Even speaking felt difficult! He couldn't move his muzzle much and even his tongue barely obeyed. The growling that had been coming from his throat remained, though, and the worgen pretty much roared with effort to move or at least look away, but nothing worked!

"Yes, little Alliance dog, you and I are about to have a good time. I have made good plans for you. Fun plans. We are going to put you right where you belong with the rest of your kind." The orc's voice had the same calm and obnoxious tone from before, though now Marland was starting to see where his confidence came from. Dirty tricks! The worgen continued to growl. What did that even mean?

Finally, the orc moved. Marland found himself following those eyes with his own as the orc stood up. Then, the savage made a gesture with his hand.

"Stand up," the orc ordered, simple and flat, and though Marland had no intention of listening to him, he found himself obeying.

The worgen's body went through the motions almost automatically. He stood up on his own two legs, wrists still held to the wall behind him by the short-chained manacles, but the rest of his body was completely exposed for the orc. It felt uncomfortable to the worgen to know that he was standing there, his fur completely bare and even his privates exposed. It felt even worse when, since he couldn't look away from the orc's eyes, he saw how his enemy's gaze went down to look at his body, stopping between his legs. The orc chuckled.

"No better than an animal indeed."

After that comment, much to Marland's surprise, the orc produced a tiny key from one of the pockets from his robes. Even when the orc's eyes weren't looking at him, the worgen's continued to try to follow them without him meaning to. With all of his willpower, he tried to move his arms and legs, but the worgen simply stood there, frozen, while the orc came close well within his striking distance and grabbed his wrists to start unlocking the chains around them. For the first time since he had arrived, Marland was free, yet at the same time, he had never been more trapped.

"Follow," the orc commanded, then he casually turned his back to the worgen. Marland could only keep staring at the back of the orc's head as if his eyes were still looking for the orc's. When the priest started moving away, however, the worgen found himself walking. His steps were normal as if he was walking out of his own volition, yet the worgen went as far as grunting. Within his mind, he was struggling as much as he could to do something else, anything else, but it was as if his thoughts had been locked away from his body. He was no longer in control, something else was.

They walked out of his prison cell. The two orc guards that had been standing guard by the door looked at the worgen's naked form, surprised at first, but the priest made a dismissive sign towards them and they relaxed. They even went as far as chuckling as the worgen walked past them naked, unable to even look at them. One of them said something in Orcish that Marland couldn't understand, but it sounded obscene.

The orc led him through several hallways of the Horde complex. They passed by many orcs, some of them familiar to Marland at least by scent since he could only see them from the corner of his eyes. Many of them made comments, making the worgen feel even more inappropriate for being paraded around naked as if it was nothing. He wasn't sure if they were talking about that or not, but judging by the way one of the orcs went as far as giving him a slap on his rear as he passed, which he couldn't even react to, he guessed they might be. The orc in front of him merely glanced back and laughed at the event, but otherwise mostly ignored his peers. He led the worgen down to the base floor of the crude-looking Horde building and soon Marland could smell animals.

The orc led the worgen to the last place he'd ever expect him to: the stables. The Horde stables were very unlike the Alliance ones that held horses, hay and whatnot. These stables were still separated by stalls with a separate space for every one or two animals, but the savage orcs were known for not riding horses into battle as a civilized person might. Instead, the orcs rode giant dire wolves, sometimes known as worgs.

The moment they stepped in, the beasts grew agitated behind their stalls. Growling and a little barking came from all around them as well as the sound of sniffing. The separation between each stall was high and thick for, unlike horses, the dire wolves were apt in jumping and aggressive. Marland couldn't even turn his neck to look around, but he judged that there were at least 4 dire wolves in the stables at that moment. Only one of them, a big, black-furred beast, looked agitated enough to press his muzzle against the smell sections between the wooden boards of the gate keeping him trapped to look and growl at them.

"Here we are," the orc said, finally turning around to meet the worgen again. Those purple eyes still sparkled in the same mesmerizing way. It was as his eyes were whirling, moving yet still and always keeping his gaze in place.

Marland managed a soft growl from his throat to show his displeasure but little more than that.

"Don't you feel more at home here with the rest of your kind?" The orc smirked again. The worgen, on the other hand, merely frowned. His growling grew louder. "You may speak now."

When Marland tried to open his maw again he found that he could. Excitedly he tried to move altogether, but the rest of his body would still not obey him. His arms hung limply by his sides and his legs did nothing other than support him to continue standing there.

"I don't know how you're doing this, but undo it right away! I swear to the Light that if you don't let me go right now I will personally hunt you down when I get out of here to make sure yo-"

The orc simply raised a hand and, just like that, Marland's maw and tongue stopped moving mid-sentence, half-open this time. He made an effort to at least close it, but couldn't.

"Alright, that's enough talking already. I see you haven't learned the proper manners of a dog yet to be allowed such privileges. Get down on all fours."

The orc pointed towards the ground. Though the worgen had absolutely no intention of obeying all he could do was feel frustrated when his body disagreed with him. He got down on all fours placing his paws and knees against the ground. To make matters worse, the orc approached him and had the audacity to pet his head when he did.

"Good dog," the orc praised, then, with his hand still between the worgen's ears, the orc went down on one knee in front of him. Those purple eyes gazed upon his own and, from up-close, Marland realized they were even more... beautiful. Without meaning to, the worgen went as far as widening his own eyes a little from sheer awe of them.

"You have much to learn," the orc continued in a soft voice. It held a different tone. Calm, yet commanding. "For starters, dogs don't talk. They only bark and whine."

There was something about those words. When the orc spoke them, it was as if they echoed inside the worgen's mind. He could hear them multiple times, feel the weight of them. The orc let some moments pass and, as Marland continued to have no other choice but to stare at those beautiful eyes, the words kept ringing inside his head, over and over again, overpowering the rest of his thoughts. Because of that, he wasn't sure about how much time had passed when the orc finally stood up, those swirling eyes moving away from him.

"I think it's time you meet your new... commander." There was a chuckle accompanying the orc's words. Even frozen on all fours, Marland's head and eyes still followed the orc to the side when he approached the stall with the big black feral worg. The worgen felt a pang of worry about what the orc was going to do, but every thought coming from his head was now... slowed. It felt as if the orc's words were a bell constantly ringing on his head and his thoughts had to work their way past that sound to be heard.

Undoing the hatch, the orc didn't look worried at all when he pulled the gate containing the large animal open. The big worg growled at him right away, but Marland saw a familiar sight when the animal too looked up at the orc and, in a matter of seconds, calmed down. His expression grew neutral at first and his stare was fixated on the orc. Then, by the time the orc's hand came to the worg's head to pat him as well, the large beast wagged his tail and let his tongue lol out like a tamed puppy.

"You're also a good boy," the orc cooed towards the immense beast. "A big good boy that deserves a nice reward today. Come."

The orc led the feral beast back near Marland. Though the presence of the much larger wolf unsettled the worgen, there was little he could do about it. His body still refused to obey even if the hackles behind his neck spiked up. From up-close, Marland could see just how much larger the worg was. No wonder the orcs used those creatures as mounts. Though his fur was thick, the animal was still a wall of muscles, large and powerful. The distinct, potent smell of feral came to assault Marland's nose, but there was little he could do about that, either.

If the worg was under the orc's strange influence as well, he at least seemed to have much more control than Marland. He had been made docile, but he padded up to the worgen to sniff at his back and side, making the paralyzed worgen tense up even more. Marland wished he could at least ask what the hell the orc was planning. Why bring him there? Why use these tricks?

The orc stepped up to his front and went down to one knee again. Those eyes met his once more and, by then, the worgen had realized that those eyes were bad news. Yet, at the same time... they were just so nice. He couldn't help but feel happy about getting to stare at them, even if the rest of him felt wary and fought against it.

"This is... hmm. Translating his name from Orcish, his name would be 'Growl'. Isn't he a great beast? Much like you are, too."

The worgen wanted to growl. He did take offense in being compared to a feral animal, but he couldn't even show it.

"Growl here will be your commander from now on. Your... alpha. I'm sure you'll learn how to be a good beast under his guidance. It's in your nature, after all." The orc's voice was filled with a smugness that made Marland want to punch him in the face more than ever. Yet all he could do was stay there, on all fours, looking at him. Nothing else. It was infuriating!

"You will tell me everything about the Alliance stronghold soon, but first..." the grin that opened in the orc's face was sinister, to say the least. Marland couldn't take his eyes away, but from their corner, he saw the orc's hands coming to undo the laces of his robes. He couldn't guess why, though.

The orc's eyes focused on him. They started shining brighter.

"You are naked here. Naked feels right, like the beast you are. Clothes would be very uncomfortable."

Those words! Marland's eyes widened just a little bit as, just as before, those words, in particular, started ringing inside his head, again and again, with such power behind them.

"Not only that, but you are starting to feel... aroused. Being near your alpha arouses you. His scent arouses you. You are attracted to him."

The sheer ridiculousness of those words made Marland scream in his thoughts. Or, at least, the thoughts that made it through the mess of the orc's voice inside his head. He wasn't a beast! The thought of him being aroused in a situation like that was laughable!

...And yet... When a whiff of the worg's scent was caught by his nose, Marland also felt something. It was like a physical reaction, something he didn't mean to feel, but also couldn't control. A stir in his loins came first, but as the worg remained there, wagging his tail and watching, his scent was still prominent.

It was with terror that Marland felt his member emerging from his sheath. A heat in his loins, the familiar feeling of arousal, except that he wasn't with some woman inside a nice inn room, but standing on all fours near an orc and a beast! The worgen's conscious mind tried to fight it, to will it down, but the orc's words were much, much stronger inside his head. They were the absolute truth of things. The smell of the beast, his presence, aroused him, and before long the worgen's cock was almost entirely out of his sheath. The canine-shaped, red-colored tapered member hung between his legs as he continued to stay there on all fours, unable to move, yet hard and horny. The picture of his situation inside his mind was enough to make the worgen warrior flustered.

The orc wasn't subtle about peeking between his legs and smiling in approval. "See? Your alpha makes you happy. You are both nothing but beasts, after all."

Marland had never tried so hard to growl before. He kept trying and trying to move, but his body just wouldn't obey!

"Now, since you've seen what I can do, I will give you one chance to tell me what I want to know willingly. If you do, I might just take it easy on you. You will want to measure your words carefully." The glimmer on the orc's eyes diminished, but the weight of his stare didn't. Marland kept following it involuntarily. "You may speak again. You can start by telling me the size of the Alliance forces stationed in your garrison."

The worgen found that his muzzle could move again, but just as before, nothing else could. He opened it, about to say something, but he closed it again. It was true that this orc had terrible magic behind him and that he could do these... things. He obviously had awful intentions, but the thought of betraying the Alliance...

Marland growled. What he did with the freedom of his muzzle was muster up a spit and throw it towards the kneeling orc. Unfortunately, his spit only hit the orc's foot, but in compensation, Marland got to see him frown for the first time since that smug, savage bastard had arrived. The orc made a hand movement and his muzzle no longer obeyed him again, as expected.

"I see. Very well, if you want to behave like a beast, then that is what you will be doing after all. I will learn what I must after we've put you in your place." The orc's eyes started shining like before, or perhaps even stronger, and that purple glow... it was as if penetrated through the worgen's own eyes. Its beauty was unparalleled.

"Growl here is going to start feeling more aroused too," the orc said. His voice remained calm, but an undertone of anger could be heard there. He extended his hand and the large worg came in to nuzzle him. Marland only got to see from the side how the feral beast too looked entranced by whatever foul magic he possessed. With the beast, however, the staring didn't last too long. "He's going to show you your place in a way only a beast can."

What did that mean? The worg soon retreated, but his smell became even more prominent in the room. The worgen's nose could pick it up. A scent of malehood, of primal musk that was very much like the feral worg's, but stronger. More... concentrated. In response to it, the worgen's own member jumped between his legs, throbbing by itself in arousal that he did not want to feel.

"And as for you, look into my eyes. It's about time you start acting like the puppy you are..." With gentle movements, the orc took the worgen's chin and directed it up, then approached him until their eyes met. That glowing, swirling pattern deep inside the orc's eyes sucked Marland in in such a way that his eyes widened. He tried to think, but it became harder and harder even through the silence. The orc's words, his voice, kept echoing inside his head, leaving no room for his own.

A sense of urgency overcame the worgen when he suddenly felt a large weight climbing up on his back. It still took him several seconds to make sense of what it was, but it became apparent when he felt something hard flop against his backside. Then the weight, the worg, started humping at him. The beast was mounting him! For a brief moment, Marland's breathing picked up. His attempts to move became even more frantic, but his muscles still didn't obey. The beast's hard cock prodded against his backside and, to make matters worse, his own cock remained just as erect even through the danger of being rutted by a feral beast! He could not look away from the orc, but worry became plain on his face. He needed to get out, he needed to-

"Calm down," the orc said in his powerful voice. It felt like a shout inside his mind, drowning all of his worry, all of his own feelings as it reverberated back and forth in there. Though the worg's weight remained on his back and the clumsy feral humping continued to threaten him, the worgen's breathing started to become steady again. His muscles relaxed, his efforts stopped.

"That's it. You're a good pup. That's what you are, a pup. A beast. You are a simple beast. Submitting to your alpha is a natural thing, so you don't have to worry about it. This feels right. You like this."

The orc's words struck him hard. They replaced his own thoughts, they became his thoughts. Slowly, the weight of the alpha over his back was indeed a good thing. A natural thing. He did like it. It felt good. He was so aroused...

"Yes... You are a simple beast. No thoughts, only instincts. You bark like a dog, you act like a dog. You are a dog. A beast, like your alpha, nothing else."

He was a beast...

"Submitting feels good. He's bigger than you, he's stronger, it is his right. And it feels so good... doesn't it? You're so aroused when that happens, his smell arouses you..."

Without meaning to, Marland took a strong whiff of his surroundings and the scent of his alpha was indeed prominent even if mixed in with the orc's. The musk that permeated the air made his own loins stir. Precum appeared from the tip of his own member and he could feel the familiar sensation of his knot growing within his sheath, another canine characteristic he shared with his alpha. They were beasts...

"No thoughts, only happiness. You serve your alpha, you live with him, you are a simple beast."

He was a beast.

That thought kept echoing inside him. Thinking felt wrong because beasts didn't need to think that hard. The truth was simple. He was a beast. Without meaning to, Marland started to open a smile. The simple truth was easy to grasp and it felt good. His alpha felt good, submitting felt good. At least until...

"Hngh!"

Even without being able to move, Marland still let out a heavy grunt when, finally, the alpha's thrusting yielded the right results. The tapered tip of the worg's cock found its way into him. It felt wet with the beast's own precum, but the worgen, never having taken anything back there, still dug his claws into the floor when suddenly the beast's sizable length penetrated him. He held in his breath, his alpha being anything but gentle, and Marland lowered his ears in submission. The initial penetration burned, but the worg above him growled, pulled back and thrust back in, again and again, bringing more grunts from the worgen getting fucked by the beast.

By his side, the orc chuckled watching the scene, but Marland was too focused on trying to take his alpha's length to pay any attention to that. The heavy beast wrapped his paws around him for support and continued to shove his cock in, little by little, into the worgen's tight passage. Marland could hear him panting above him, could feel little droplets of drool falling over the back of his neck and head.

"You are doing well," the orc said, eyes still locked with his own. "This is your place. Being like this feels right."

Those simple words. When he heard then, Marland knew it was the truth, and suddenly the feral fucking, though rough and hard to take, didn't feel as bad anymore. It was where he was meant to be, after all, and Marland was a warrior. He had endured worse! As the worg kept roughly fucking him, forcefully stretching him open, the pain slowly started to give way to other sensations too. Sensations that reinforced how much he belonged there.

When his alpha's large member thrust into him just the right way, Marland could feel his own cock jump in tandem with it. Bursts of pleasure that felt like a shaman's lightning coursing through him, shocking him, making droplets of precum come from his own unattended member to slowly drip down towards the ground. Marland's own knot inflated as well, pushing his sheath back naturally, much to his relief...

"That's a good boy. Serve your alpha. You will be doing a lot of that here in the stables, it is only right that you get used to it. It feels so right to do this..."

It did. It really did. Marland's smile returned to his muzzle even through the occasional grunt he let out when his alpha's fucking got yet a little rougher. The worg acted on pure instinct, clearly just shoving his cock in there pursuing the pleasure he felt himself, but all Marland could do was take it.

The worgen's eyes kept following the orc's as he pulled back. The worgen continued to watch as the orc finished undoing the laces of his robes, then when they were open, he let the thing fall back to reveal his completely naked body beneath it. Marland had been right. This orc wasn't overly muscular like most of his peers, yet his body was still fit. Most importantly, between his legs, the orc's cock also stood fully erect. In the back of his mind, something told Marland that he never thought he'd see something like that, but now that he was looking at it, he didn't think anything of it. He was a beast after all so he didn't need to think.

"How does it feel? To get rutted by your alpha? If only you had cooperated with me a little more perhaps I'd have put you in a better position..." The orc approached him, sitting by his side. One of his hands came up to pet Marland's head while the other started stroking his own cock while watching the scene. The orc's musk was caught by his nose too, a manly scent, so different from his or his alpha's.

"You know, he's not going to stop until he shoves his knot into you. That'll be fun..." He laughed as he said that. Marland merely smiled back at him. Yeah, that would be fun. He could already feel it, too. His alpha's cock was so big that every time he thrust into him all the way, Marland felt how thick it was. And yet, at the very base, bumping against him with every one of those thrusts, he could feel his alpha's knot too. Marland was no stranger to how knots worked, he had shoved his own into dozens of wenches, yet he had definitely never been on the receiving side of one. And a feral one at that...

The orc leaned in to look at his eyes again. The strong glow returned...

"When his knot enters you... When your alpha fully claims you... you will cum. His scent arouses you, his dominance fuels your lust, and his knot triggers your release. Every time he knots you, you will cum..."

Marland's eyes widened. The words echoed just like before and ingrained themselves into his mind. His cock throbbed between his legs, untouched but dripping. Eager. His alpha aroused him and his lust was through the roof as the worg growled above him, fucking him harder and harder in an effort to shove his knot into him. Would it even fit? It felt like it wouldn't, but the feral wasn't shy about trying. The orc's words made Marland eager for it.

The fucking was intense. His alpha, his cock and his lust were all there was. Even as the orc started to jerk himself off faster near him, it didn't matter. There was only that feral cock pistoning and out of him. His alpha's frustrated growls as he tried and tried to shove his knot in, the sheer intensity of it...

"One more thing," the orc said, getting some of his attention again even as Marland made an effort to keep himself standing on all fours for his alpha. He found that his muscles obeyed him again, which was good. It allowed him to stay in a better position for his alpha to fuck.

"You need a name. A name fitting for the beast you are. They called you the 'Sharpclaw', didn't they? Well, in that case, I suppose your name can be... 'Paw'. It is more fitting of the lowly beast you are now. Your name is 'Paw'."

His name was Paw. He was a beast. Submitting to his alpha felt right.

In a sudden movement, the worgen felt a set of jaws closing against the back of his neck. Marl- ...Paw, let out a small whine as the worg's teeth pressed against his skin, holding him still so that the feral could reposition his hips. When that large cock started fucking him again, the new angle had those jolts of pleasure sparking through Marland nonstop, making the worgen yelp and moan through the sheer intensity of the fucking. His cock, still untouched, started pulsing between his legs, more precum drooling down to the ground, until finally...

It actually happened quite fast. In a particularly well-directed thrust from the beast above him, suddenly his large cock went far deeper into Paw than ever before. That large knot forced its way in, hurting for a split second until it got lodged all the way into the worgen's backside. As soon as it happened, it was as if a switch was flipped inside the worgen's mind. The orc's previous command came rushing forward to the front of his mind and, in response, pleasure started overcoming Paw in a way he had never felt before.

Still without a single touch, the worgen's cock started spurting lines of seed against the ground as he started to ejaculate. Above him, the worg growled against his neck as he naturally clenched down on the invading cock and knot. The feral beast's thrust became shallow and deep, adding an extra layer of shocking intensity to Paw's hands-free orgasm. It was still midway through his own release that he felt a rush of warm feral seed flooding his own insides as well.

Paw could feel every throb of his alpha's cock lodged so firmly inside his rear. That knot inflated even more, locking them together in a mating tie, while the beast continued to instinctively thrust and growl above him while filling him with his spunk.

From his side, the orc laughed. His hand returned to pat Paw's head when the worgen's orgasm started subsiding alongside his alpha's. The worg still took a while to let go of his neck, but when he did, the feral put a paw over his shoulder to support himself and jostled a little. Each movement from the worg was directly felt by Paw, for that oversized cock was still well-lodged inside his rear, locked in by that knot, even as the worg's cock throbbed gently every now and then inside his tight rear.

"Good boy. Pleasing your alpha like that... we'll see if you won't be more willing to talk after a day or two here in the stables with him. When your mind starts returning and you start remembering things, I'll come back to see if you'd rather talk or continue to be our beast in the stables."

Though it felt like the orc might be talking to him, Marland wasn't really listening. He registered the words, but he was just a beast. It didn't feel like it pertained to him. The worgen let his tongue hang out of his maw to pant while trying to cope with how big his alpha was. It was his job to serve him, though, it felt right, so he just did what he had to do.

"Now, why don't we create even more pleasant memories for you?"

The worgen glanced up at the orc and saw those eyes turning purple again.

"While you wait for your alpha's knot to go down, why don't you lean in and start licking my dick too? After all, beasts love doing that. Or at least, you do. Yes, you really do..."

The orc smirked. Paw looked down at the orc's erect cock with a drop of precum showing from the tip as well... and licked his lips.