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(Author's note: I mayyy have gotten carried away in sensual detail here, but before I knew it I was at nearly 5000 words! Hope you all enjoy this continuation as much as I enjoyed writing it.)

"You're a scruffy puppy, aren't you?" Zagu ran fingers through Bardulf's fur while the wolf lay on his chest, his gentle fingers feeling over the knotted bits and muddy matted spots. Gently, his fingers tried to work through the tangles, then gave up once he noticed the discomfort that appeared on the wolf's face.

His earlier pitiful fight against the orcs had done little more than muss his fur, and now that he knew just how wonderful they were, he regretted it. Good boys should be clean for their masters! Ears lowered, he gave a soft whimper in apology for being a filthy mutt and nuzzled into the orc's hand, resting his head in those warm, comfortable fingers. Why couldn't he be as perfectly soft and welcoming as his master?

"Oh, sweet boy. It's okay. You're still a Good Boy." Gentle fingers patted the top of Bardulf's head as the orc stood, then held out a hand to help Bardulf to his feet. "You need a nice, relaxing bath. I would wait until morning to clean you up, but it would be cruel of me to let you sleep coated in filth with your fur in such a state." The wolf's heart skipped a beat at the gentle concern in the orc's voice. Did Sir care for him this much?

Bardulf took the offered hand, slotting his fingers through Zagu's and leaning affectionately against his side, his tail beating an exuberant pattern behind him. He would go anywhere and do anything for his orc master. As long as he could wrap himself in those comfy arms, he would be happy. Good Boys are obedient, after all.

Bardulf barely noticed his surroundings or the dull ache in his new piercings as Zagu led him from the tent. Eyes focused on the gentle sway of his master's perfectly rounded, lightly jiggling rump, Bardulf could barely contain his arousal. He leaned in close, taking in lungsful of orc-scented air from his master's muscled arm, feeling his member slide free from his sheath and bounce proudly with each step. Master was just too sexy! How could he ever resist such a perfect man?

"Such an agreeable puppy. You're the first pet I've had that's fallen for me this quickly." Approving words melted together with a gentle hand stroking Bardulf's drooling member and sent warmth through Bardulf's body. There was no hurry in the orc's motions, just slow, massaging strokes and squeezing fingers. As if he knew exactly how to tease Bardulf, he relaxed his grip into involuntary thrusts, only continuing once Bardulf stopped his motions. "Don't waste it, puppy. Have to keep you nice and full."

A glance upward showed a thick green tongue slickening lips with saliva, and Bard whimpered at his unspoken promise, pushing his hips out to press his knot into the orc's palm. How could he forget that every piece of him belonged to his master? Stupid puppy. Thankfully Zagu seemed pleased with his submission, and he felt gentle pressure around the base of his knot, mimicking a tie and clenching his stomach with the desire to spurt his approval to the ground below.

As if the orc were leading him by his hard cock, those gentle fingers firmly held Bardulf's knot as they stopped in front of a steaming, massive tent the size of several houses put together. "Here we are, puppy. I think you'll like this. Orcish shamans have perfected the art of relaxation." He smiled as he opened the tent's flap, his firm grip tugging Bardulf along by his eager, drooling canine cock.

Masculine and pleasantly ripe, the musk of countless men slapped Bardulf in the face. Before his Imprinting, he would have found the smell noxious and foul, but now he flared his nostrils, sucking in the scent and reveling in the varied odors. Spice, herbs, multiple species' sweat, and the underlying current of his master's sweet honey relaxed his shoulders. He slumped against Zagu's arm with a rumbling groan, globs of pre signaling his approval, staining massaging fingers with a thick layer of gooey arousal.

"Bringing the new meat out early, I see?" Cocky and familiar, a rumbling voice drew the wolf's gaze. The other orc that helped capture him and bring him to his master's tent stood with a girthy, short erection in all his nude glory, showing off slick orange hair coating most of his chest and a stocky physique. Like Zagu, he was incredibly handsome, though his face was scruffy with an untamed beard, and one of his tusks was broken and filed down to a dull point. Piercing blue eyes and a stone-like, battle-sculpted set of muscles drew Bardulf's eyes, and he wondered if the orc's ass was as stony as the rest of him. Perhaps master would let him find out?

"He's been a good pet, so I thought I'd clean him up before bed." Zagu's hand on Bardulf's shoulder brought him from his side to in front of him, and he felt doting hands rubbing over his belly, prompting an involuntary tail wag. "Didn't even squirm while I marked him as mine." Approving fingers lifted the wolf's cock, showing off the pretty row of rings adorning his sheath. His bragging tone sent shivers through the wolf.

"Damn, dude. You got lucky. Some of these little guys bite pretty hard at first." The newcomer stepped forward and examined Bard up close, slipping fingers past the wolf's lips to feel over his tongue. Mellow and salty with sweat, the digits lowered Bardulf's ears as they rolled over his tongue, but he dutifully lapped them as a woody, smoky scent filled his nostrils. The orc smelled like a campfire, and his scent relaxed Bardulf almost as much as Zagu's. Maybe his master would let him explore the new man's more intimate areas to get more of that alluring musk. "Should let me play with him sometime."

"Well, I suppose I could use another pair of hands to get this messy boy clean. Toz, are you free for a bit?" Idle green hands stroked Bardulf's dripping shaft as if his master could tell just how excited he was to meet Toz, working him until he was shaking with the desire to fuck his master's hand.

"For this cutie? Of course." Teasing fingers withdrew from Bardulf's mouth and slid between Toz's soft lips to taste him, cleaning Bardulf's drool with a wink. Those firm hands scratched under Bardulf's chin, curling his toes and drawing a delighted whimper from the wolf's panting throat before he turned, beckoning with one hand. "There's a free bath in the corner. We shouldn't take this little morsel to the public baths yet. They'll eat him alive before we even get him into the water."

A short walk, accompanied by more aching strokes along Bardulf's shaft and heady breaths full of unfiltered musk, brought Bardulf to a cozy little partitioned room alongside his dual escort.

"Private bath" was an understatement. Crystal clear, steaming water with enough space for at least six orcs the size of Bardulf's escorts sparkled at Bardulf's feet, its edges lined with varying sizes of jars labeled in a script that Bardulf couldn't read. A pile of cloth sat neatly alongside the herbal concoctions, and several brushes of varying coarseness lined up next to them. The floor under Bardulf's feet was pleasantly warm, smooth stone. The bath looked like something a noblewoman would pay a small fortune to experience. Was this all for Bardulf? The thought wagged his tail. Master must love him to treat him this well.

"Sit." Authoritative and soft, Zagu's voice rang in Bardulf's ears, and insistent hands pushed on his shoulders until he was seated on the edge of the bath, his legs dangling down into the pleasantly heated water. Drooping with the bath's ambient heat, he could feel Zagu's balls graze the top of his head, and he leaned back to sneak a huff of their sweating glory. "Good Boy." Those two words sent a shiver through Bardulf's body. Yes, he was a Good Boy, master's Good Boy.

Wading through the water to the various jars, Zagu gave the wolf a perfect view of his moist, softly jiggling rump, hypnotizing him with the slightly distorted vision of mouthwatering cheeks. Bardulf could still remember the heady taste of that beautiful puckered entrance, and the desire to bury his face grew with each bounce.

Agonizingly needy throbs slapped his cock against his stomach, and he let out an involuntary whimper as thoughts of burying himself deep in his master's luxurious hole filled his head. When would Sir let him cum? He felt his balls were ready to explode, and deep breaths only seemed to exacerbate the problem, dragging in the scents of old sex, sweat, and musk.

"Aw, is he teasing you too much? Poor puppy." Toz blocked the other orc from view with his ruffled crimson hair, and Bardulf felt a sympathetic pair of lips press a kiss to the tip of his member. "Let's take care of this for you." A thick emerald tongue slipped out to lovingly swipe a drooling string of slime from the underside of the wolf's cock, though the motion only prompted more to drool free.

Scruffy beard tickling Bardulf's sensitive shaft, the orc mouthed at the wolf's tip, his talented tongue seeking out spots that made Bardulf squirm, and his lips rolling along the tingling skin as though he were kissing a long lost lover. Sparkling blue eyes stared up at him like twin lakes, and strong hands guided his shaking digits to the back of the orc's head, nestling them against touchably soft hair. A wink and a long, deep suck implied the orc wanted Bardulf to take charge, and sustained suction threatened to pull his finish straight from his cock as though it were a straw.

Tentatively, Bardulf pumped his hips upward to force Toz down his shaft, and a rumbling groan of approval vibrated through his wolfhood. Emboldened by the clutching embrace of Toz's throat and the tenderly working lips sucking at the start of his knot, the wolf sped his thrusts, letting his aching member abuse the orc's willing throat. Panting whimpers ripped from his throat, his eyes closing as he reveled in the tight, suckling heat, and his heavy balls slapped against the orc's forest green chin. Toz's beard tickled Bardulf's sack, and he could already feel himself getting close from all of his master's earlier teasing. Was it okay to finish inside? Master would have stopped Toz if he didn't want Bardulf to paint his throat.

Welcoming slurps slathered the wolf's cock in sloppy affection, and Toz's fingers massaged aching balls, wordlessly encouraging the wolf to let himself go. Squeezing, almost milking motions threatened to grow painful but never quite put enough force into handling sensitive canine balls, adding an intense layer of sensation to Toz's eager pleasuring. It was impossible to resist his oral charms, and the wolf could feel his balls boiling with the desire to feed Toz his reward.

White hot and dripping in desperate pleasure, Bardulf's orgasm overtook him, and he tensed up, shoving Toz to the root of his cock and forcing his knot between welcoming lips, ballooning the orc's cheeks. After so much teasing, he felt his release would never end, but dutiful sucks rolled along his length and milked each drop, and a tender throat swallowed every bit of liquid wolf. Nothing escaped those talented lips.

"There we go. Feels so much better, doesn't it?" Tender kisses graced Bardulf's shaft as gentle lips released him from their suckling hold, his length startlingly clean with only the faintest sheen of wetness. Blue eyes looked up at him as lips followed his shaft down to his freshly drained orbs, and slow, lapping licks cleaned his balls.

"You ever have your ass eaten, sweet boy? Don't worry. I have no interest in fucking you. Just want to have a taste~." Strong hands lifted Bardful's legs, and the orc's tongue licked along the underside of his balls, threatening his virgin hole with slippery wetness but never quite touching it.

Master loved it when Bardulf put his tongue to work. Would Bardulf? Toz was such an expert with his mouth there was no way it would be a bad experience. He was about to nod and relax for the orc's exploring maw when that talented mouth tore from between his legs with a moan, dragged by his master's clenched fist.

"I think that's enough for now. If I let you have your way, you'll milk him until his dick stops working." Irritated fingers held Toz by a hunk of his hair, though the hairy orc seemed to enjoy the rough attention, and Zagu's irate expression hid an undercurrent of amusement. "After all, he is mine." He released the hunk of crimson hair and set down a few jars near Bardulf. Gentle fingers ruffled the wolf's stomach fur, reassuring the wolf that Zagu wasn't angry with him.

Bardulf had to admit that seeing this possessive side of his master made his heart flutter. He was right. Bardulf was his, first and foremost, so Bardulf should save himself for his master whenever he could. Still, it was so hard to resist, feeling as floaty and aroused as he did in his master's presence. Lucky for him that his master was lenient.

"Okay, puppy. Time to pick your scent." One at a time, Zagu held jars up to Bardulf's nose, letting him take deep whiffs of their contents. He seemed careful not to stuff Bardulf's nose directly into the openings, and the wolf was grateful. Sensitive as his nose was, he wouldn't be able to handle something that powerful.

First, a delicate yet overpowering floral scent wrinkled Bardulf's face. Far too herbaceous for his taste and too feminine. Bardulf was a man. He wanted to smell manly for his master. An extended tongue and a distasteful look showed Zagu all he needed to know.

Next, a more pleasant but overly musky scent tickled the back of Bardulf's nose and threatened to make him sneeze. Too masculine and overbearing. He'd never smell master over that scent. If anything ruined the floaty feeling he got from master's musk, Bardulf didn't know what he'd do. Again, disapproval showed on his face, and the orc brought the last choice to his face.

Finally, a pleasant, neutral scent with a hint of honey and something fruity teased his nose, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep whiff. It smelled like honey, like master's musk, mixed with a slightly bitter, sour fruit, and the scent brought a warm, fuzzy feeling to Bardulf's chest. With this, he could smell like his master! Tail sweeping the floor behind him, he pointed to the jar. "This one! I like this one!"

Patient and gentle orcish fingers took a glob of foaming goo, smearing it into Bardulf's pec and rubbing it into his fur, producing pleasant-smelling suds that he spread with slow circles. "Any particular reason you chose this scent, puppy?" Smiling tusked lips kissed over Bardulf's toned stomach, and Zagu's tongue traced his muscles before his hands slipped lower, his blunt nails scratching pleasantly against the skin beneath the wolf's fur as more of the fluffy foam slicked his messy fur, cleaning orc saliva and dried cum.

He was so thorough and tender that Bardulf felt his eyes flutter shut, and a heavy weariness settled over him. Barely registering the orc's question, he let his head sink, a dreamy expression crossing his face. Almost falling backward, he felt his head rest against a hard shelf of muscle and two hands spreading more foam over his back, starting at his shoulders and working their way down.

"Aw. Poor thing must have had a rough day, huh?" Toz cradled Bardulf's head, kneeling behind him and joining Zagu's efforts to clean him. His fingers were far less gentle, and his hands roamed over Bardulf's rump far more than anywhere else, but Bardulf didn't mind. Those steely pecs were comfortable enough, and the wolf lifted his tail to let the man's lewd caresses explore where they wanted, shuddering as probing digits delved between his cheeks to rub over his hole. Bardulf couldn't lie. The sensation was pleasant, and as those digits threatened to penetrate him, he found himself pressing back against them, his virgin pucker clenching against their exploring tips.

Sandwiched between the two orcs and lulled into a short nap, it was only a matter of time before Bardulf's entire body glistened in a thick layer of scented bubbles, the suds stopping at his neck. Safe, fuzzy feelings radiated from every touch, and a dopey smile plastered across his muzzle. Every part of him just felt so soft and pampered. He almost felt drunk, and his vision blurred as he watched his master intently spreading soothing soap over his sheath, his spent member barely peeking out to greet gentle fingertips.

"Okay, loverboy. Time to rinse. I'll see you later. Ask your master if you can play with me sometime." Toz whispered in his ear, and he felt strong arms lower him into Zagu's embrace after a single stomach tightening thrust of a finger into his clutching hole, slicking his pucker with scented foam. "I'll let you be as rough as you want with me~." Singsong words teased the wolf before his padding footsteps receded behind Bardulf, and they were left alone.

He was almost disappointed to leave those muscled arms until his face approached his master's heavy pecs. Sinking below the water until his face almost buried itself between those comfortable mountains, Bardulf groaned aloud. Warm water washed away any remnants of pain and fatigue from his weary bones, and he felt like he would drift away on the gentle current, leaning forward to nuzzle against Zagu's chest, slow licks showing his gratitude.

Adept fingers lathered Bardulf's neck next, working their way up until a snug grip pressed in on either side of his cheeks. Gentler than a feather's touch, those fingers drew slow circles over his fur, manipulating tufts of wet fluff and sending crystalline sensations straight to his brain. Gods, how did being petted feel so good? More like a quirk of his canine biology than just Zagu's scent, every touch encouraged Bardulf to press against those fingers as if starved for attention.

Above all else, though, his ears made him squirm with uncontained joy when exploring fingers reached them. As his orcish master slowly stroked over them, he felt his mouth opening in an overstimulated pant and jolts of pure electricity running through his veins. It was hard to put together a coherent thought, and he felt as if his brain was screaming the word "HAPPY!" on repeat like some child with its first word.

Too soon, the facial massage ended, and cupped hands washed away foam, leaving his fur clean and dripping wet. The wolf's crestfallen expression brought a smile to Zagu's face, and he scratched under Bardulf's chin as he coaxed the wolf from the comforting water to sit on the warm stone. "Don't worry, pup. I don't want you getting too warm. You'll pass out from the heat. We're far from done with your bath, and you'll get plenty of attention. I promise."

Cloth enfolded Bardulf's face, and a muffled protest vibrated against its silken embrace until a commanding voice quieted him. "Stay." Fluffy fur came to life under persistent ringing fingers, working their way down until his face popped free from damp depths.

Chuckling laughter met his dozy, indignant face, and the orc's good-natured smile soothed him. "You're fluffing up, puppy. Going to have to break out the brush to tame some of that puff." With a fresh cloth in his hands, he made quick work of the rest of Bardulf's body, leaving him fluffed up and pleasantly dry. Master was right, his fur was as fluffy as it was in his youth, and as he reached out to touch it, he realized that it was softer than it had ever been, reminding Bardulf of silk.

Retrieving the brushes, Zagu sat behind his pet and gave one of Bardulf's ears a soft scratch. "Based on the state of your fur, I take it no one's ever done any of this for you before, huh?" Gentle hands sought out knotted fur as he brought the brush to bear, easing through tangles and leaving behind smooth, soft patches in their place.

He must have had furred pets before. How else would he be this experienced? A pang of jealousy tensed the wolf, but he forced it down. Master chose him, and as far as Bardulf could tell, he was master's only pet now. He'd prove himself so that master loved him the most!

Bardulf shook his head. "No, Sir. Warriors aren't supposed to worry about something so trivial. We just washed in the river and continued training." Those days seemed so far away already. What was he thinking? Why did he bother training as a warrior when he could have just given up and lived pleasantly with his master? Master's life was much better than anything he could have hoped for in his village, and if Toz was anything like the rest, every orc must be just as sweet as his master.

"Well, that's just silly. How can you expect to fight well if you don't take proper care of your soldiers? Happy men fight far harder to protect what they have." Zagu finished with the fur on Bardulf's back, and warm hands enfolded the wolf's midsection, pulling him back into a loving embrace. Bardulf could feel his heartbeat, slow and soothing, against his back and the warm press of the orc's flaccid member against the base of his tail. Slow, tender brush strokes sent tingles through the wolf's body as they made their way down from his chest to his stomach.

"Almost done, sweet pup. Just need to take care of those pretty paws." Doting lips kissed along Bardulf's neck as green fingers took hold of his paw, turning it palm up. Old scars and the beginnings of callouses greeted his gaze, and Bardulf felt a tinge of self-consciousness. Master's hands were far prettier, despite his strength, and the wolf hoped his unsightly marks didn't put the man off.

Soothing and creamy with no scent, the orc spread an unknown substance over Bardulf's palm, his fingers tracing each scar. "You've worked so hard, haven't you pup? I suppose these are from your training?" Admiring fingers massaged softening callouses until there was no trace of their abrasive roughness. Like magic, his paw pads were as soft as his master's skin, and even his scars faded slightly, their silvery marks dulling compared to the dark grey luster of his rejuvenated skin. As he started on Bardulf's other paw, the wolf could feel lips brush over the base of his ear. "See how much of a difference a little care makes, puppy? You're even more handsome." There was so much love, patience, and care in his tone.

Tears gathered in Bardulf's eyes, and his breath hitched in his throat. Rather than sadness, it was a sort of release, as though years of loneliness were bubbling inside of him, mixed with pure joy at his newfound circumstances. He couldn't contain himself, burying his face in Zagu's neck and staining green skin with his tears while his body pressed itself firmly to the orc's, chest to chest.

"Aw. Poor, sweet puppy. Let it all out. It's okay." Cradling hands, free of judgment and impossibly welcoming, held Bardulf close, stroking down his back in rhythmic pets. Like a crying child soothed in their parent's arms, Zagu rocked him in his embrace, his sturdy form enfolding the wolf entirely and his legs wrapping around Bardulf's waist to welcome him closer. Every inch of him was so welcoming, soft, and pleasant that Bardulf couldn't help but press eagerly into his embrace.

Bardulf felt himself hardening against the caring grasp once his tears slowed to a trickle and Zagu's scent wormed into his nose. His eyes traveled down his welcoming master's body, taking in every inch with appreciative eyes until he noticed that his sheath was pressed firmly against the orc's entrance, cradled between pillowy cheeks. Would Sir mind if he pushed inside? He didn't pull away from the first testing push, and that achingly warm passage called to Bardulf.

Strong emotions still raging in his chest and his eyes blurry, he shoved forward, letting his cock pierce through that welcoming pucker to the luscious, rippling depths within his orcish master. Remnants of Bardulf's earlier deposit squished against his shaft, slicking each thrust, and his new piercings tickled behind his knot, spurring him deeper. Unable to stop, even if he wanted to, he slapped his needy balls against that upturned emerald rump, working Zagu open with increasingly desperate thrusts.

"That's it, puppy. You're such a Good Boy. Give me every bit of you." Groaning pants wracked Zagu's body, and his hardening, massive shaft slapped against his stomach with every push, squirting its approval each time the wolf's member found his sweet spot. Pecs bounced deliciously, and those perfect lips that so readily accepted canine seed parted, a small trail of drool rolling down his chin.

Good Boy. There were those two magic words again. They sent a tingle through Bardulf's body, and his tail started wagging fast enough that he was worried he'd fly away. Excited thrusts rammed his knot into his master's welcoming pucker, threatening to force him open, and soft whimpers of need filled the space.

It wasn't enough. Bardulf needed more, needed to feel closer to the orc beneath him. With a soft growl and an extended tongue flopping past his teeth, he forced his knot against that welcoming pucker, sliding home with a wet pop, then tugging it free. Forcing his swollen knot in and out, he broke Zagu's hole open with savage thrusts and puffed his rim with savage, greedy stabs. Bardulf was too far gone to worry about hurting the orc, but his master's ass was just as needy as he was, and he heard no complaints.

At a loss for words, the orc squirmed under Bardulf's erotic assault, his cock flopping from side to side as thick squirts of pre messed his stomach. "Fuck, puppy. I- Don't you fucking stop." His usually calm and nurturing attitude gave way to a greedy, slutty desire, and he reached up to take Bardulf's face between his hands, craning his neck to demand a deep kiss, sucking Bardulf's tongue with wild abandon. Silken heat clenched hard on the wolf's member as if trying to force a tie, only to be denied, speeding them both closer to the edge.

One last bitch-breakingly savage thrust drove Bardulf home, and liquid heat bloomed from the tip of his shaft, soaking every inch of his master's innards in gooey desire. Sharp teeth nipped at the orc's tusks, and his tongue delved deep, exploring the orc's mouth with his slippery muscle while curious hands committed muscled curves to memory, and flaring nostrils sucked in dizzying breaths of Zagu's musk.

Zagu wasn't far behind, his untouched cock fountaining and messing Bardulf's freshly cleaned fur while his inner muscles clamped, milking every drop with desperate efficiency. Gasping every breath, he struggled to speak until finally, he managed to string together a coherent sentence, his words muffled by Bardulf's insistent tongue. "Gods, puppy. Did you have to mess your fur? I'll have to clean you up again before we go."

An apologetic tail wag and a pulsing bounce within the orc's overstuffed pucker answered his question as though saying, 'Worth it.'