A new day...

After training Remy's boi-cunt five more times, Sarg at last settled in for a pleasant nights sleep. The old Orc awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast on the tray, and the young human's lip's wrapped around his throbbing erection. It seemed that he had been so exhausted the night before, that he hadn't even bothered locking his room door after Remy had limped off. Smiling as fondly as he was capable of managing, the older Orc reached down to stroke the younger Humans link ears. “Ammm nothing like a good morning blow job... but tomorrow morning send yer sister up here. She's gunna need a plenty of training as well... I wanta try her mouth and break in that tail-hole get those ready for pleasing paying customers. Because that little slut is gunna be a real cash cow, once the roads open and folks start traveling again.” The older Orc chuckled lewdly, as he felt Remy gulping down his first cum of the day. Sarg knowing that it wasn't about to be the last time one of these weak minded human bitches served his pleasure...

Remy was still whimpering as he finally finished swallowing, his hand continuing to pump his cock. His jaw ached, and his throat had likewise suffered the thrust of the old Orc's battering ram, but he could not stop himself from wanting more, craving more, eyes half lidded with need and cursing his limitations while he plaintively lapped at the Orc's balls, settling for the salt tang of the Orc's nut sweat during Sarg's refractory period. And like the loose cunt his brain had become, Remy's usefulness was beginning to dwindle in terms of the old Orc's interest. Broken toys just were not much fun, Sarg snorted and thought about what he would do next.

At least until something piqued Sarg's interest, something that stuck out like a lighthouse beacon a midst the growing fog of the young human's mindless submission. Curious, The Orc investigated only to come to the realization that it was a kind of... confusion on Remy's part, like an imperfection on the increasingly grandiose shrine the young Human had built to Sarg in his mind. That, while he went back about his chores, Remy would catch glances of Nigel sulking about, his older brother muttering to himself and scowling while he himself had been basking in the radiance of his daddy Orc.

The old green Orc retreated from the human's mind at the same time that his paw pressed on Remy's forehead, roughly pushing him off. A 'Slurp' of confusion and hurt sprang like a wound from Remy's mind at being denied his worship time, his eyes wide and his feelings hurt only to have Sarg idly reach a paw out to caress Remy's jaw.

“I have to take a piss, Remy. Go on. To chores with you. And... Remember.. Your sister...”

Sarg's lips mimicked a well practiced smile and just like that, Remy's entire devotion swaddled his feelings in understanding and the pleasure at being able to be useful to his daddy Orc. His paw wiping his muzzle before nodding enthusiastically and dressing himself, chancing a glance back and sheepishly waving before leaving the Orc to his business.

A smile, that on any genuine male's face would've radiated warm kindness, sat on Sarg's muzzle in front of cold beady eyes until the door closed, and then crashed down into a deep resentful frown.

“....Nigel.”

The word spilled from the Orc's lips as if he'd stepped in shit and an irritated growl reverberated in the old Orc's throat. Already his cock was growing cold, and his balls growing full with seed once more as he turned to get up from the bed, his anger palpable, brows stormy and furrowed as he trudged his way towards the privy. Normally, the scent of a male's spit on his cock would've earned a cocky sneer on the lustful bastard's face, the warm tingling sensation of his piss clearing out his pipes a happy choir to his next sadistic conquest.

But now he had work to do.

In his own kind of way, Sarg believed in order. And that order, was that he naturally sat on top of the hierarchy, receiving the praise and worship he so clearly deserved. It was why he'd taken his talent for shamanism and twisted it around for his own benefit. But this was ugly pride, pure and simple, the disgust he felt for Nigel's silent rebellion. The insolent twerp... was going to need a bit harsher treatment than his sissy brother.

Sarg's cock began to swell with a perverse vindictiveness and he thought of all the ways he would make him pay while he dressed himself and headed downstairs to contemplate over a couple of ales.

Perhaps he'd grown complacent. The thought lingering as Imelda spotted him with a shy smile, brushing her head-fur before bringing him a tankard. An idle tweak, and soon she was absentmindedly daydreaming of the Orc while he scanned the room. Remy was of course absent, off whoring himself out. A quick glance towards the kitchen found a very tired and exasperated Neriah trying to keep up with orders from the regulars, who seemed to have caught on to the best way to keep her from noticing that her help had become.. distracted.. was to keep her busy cooking.