My puppy, my redemption

Orcs living in high-rise settlements are vulnerable

Leaning back against his chest, Seraphina found herself enveloped in Linden's warmth. His arms wrapped around her from the side, hands resting gently over her chest as she meticulously trimmed his nails. Linden, whose nails had grown sharp, listened to her mild complaint about the potential scratches they could cause. He had never considered this a problem but promised promptly to keep them trimmed.This time, Seraphina took it upon herself to ensure his nails were perfectly clipped, leaving no chance for him to do it himself. His nails, naturally pointed, were trimmed with such precision that the clipped remnants simply fell to the floor, where they would soon be swept away by the diligent household robots.·Throughout this intimate grooming session, Linden's head was bowed to match her height, his face nearly touching hers, arms securely encircling her as if to protect her from a fall. When Seraphina turned to look at him, their eyes met instinctively, and a brief touch of their noses led to a tender kiss on the lips. She then inspected his canines closely, those sharp teeth that had brushed against her without causing pain yet sparked a fear of being bitten. Now understanding the practicality of choosing a not fully matured beastman, she realized that at least their growth could be controlled with braces — now that his teeth had become this prominent, removing them was out of the question.·Linden harbored a fear that if Seraphina decided to remove his teeth, he would struggle with his meals, unable to tear into the meat — a dire prospect for a wolf. Thankfully, Seraphina showed no inclination towards such drastic measures. Fortunately Seraphina did not say anything about tapping and grinding, and even licked his fangs with the tip of his tongue. Linden bowed his head in response, slowly taking the lead, wrapping her in an embrace that was both protective and possessive. Linden held her by the waist, gently rubbing her naked pussy against his own genitals, exchanging saliva between his lips. He heard her swallow, and he thought: This was the first time they had actually exchanged bodily fluids.'Seraphina inquired, "What time is it?"Linden lifted his head to search for the clock, while she swiped through the air, revealing the time: eleven o'clock. Halting her previous actions, she expressed a mix of frustration and fatigue, "I have to work tomorrow."Understanding her hint, Linden dutifully made sure she was covered with the blanket, knowing her preference for sleeping without clothes. He neatly put away the clothes as well. Seraphina, with a sleepy gaze, watched him. Linden obediently slipped into the blanket beside her, instinctively drawing her head closer to him. Seraphina didn't object to his presumptive gesture. Overcome by drowsiness, she yawned and fell asleep.'Linden has a naked adult female in his arms.The scent of her floral bodily fluids hit him. and his keen sense of smell picks up her pheromones that stimulate his brain and make him want to touch her, rub her breasts, and fuck her hard.The thought that it might frighten her and cause him to be killed by a guard robot hit him, his sexual desire slowly faded, and he could only gently touch her buttocks with the palm of his hand once while she was asleep.It's the most perfect ass in the world.When Linden fell asleep, all he could think about was pink nipples and a bouncing white butt, and he thought even if he was treated as a sex toy by her, it was happy for him to have her.Meeting Seraphina's needs was the only happiness in his miserable life.'When Linden awoke, the house was empty. The throes of his mating season had distracted him from his usual routine, notably forgetting to prepare breakfast for Seraphina. Sitting on the bed, he sighed heavily, fraught with concern over potential punishment. The risk of maiming was real; he couldn't afford to lose his limbs, essential for his work and livelihood.Glancing down at the shackle on his ankle, he was uncertain how to feel. The needles embedded within the collar around his neck, possibly fused into his flesh by now, caused a constant, nagging pain that only added to his agitation. He found himself drifting back to the window, watching the snowflakes dance in the air, tail swishing in contemplation.'During lunch, Ophelia sought out Seraphina for a brief sit-down, noticing her monitor surveillance with keen interest. She placed a cup of coffee beside her, teasingly inquiring, "Enjoying your time with him?" Seraphina minimized the window, sipping her coffee and biting into a vegetarian sandwich, replying nonchalantly, "Orally, it's decent.""Not the real deal?""We need more lubrication; maybe next holiday," Seraphina remarked. She didn't want their escapades to interfere with work. Now, more than ever, her savings had become precious, and earning money remained a crucial activity.'Ophelia, understanding the value of an adult beastman, especially from the wolf clan, glanced at the display showing Linden idly flicking his tail and reminded her, "You can't let him out too often.""Yes, that's why the shackles remain. He must be curious about the outside world." It wasn't a fear of losing him; rather, the human residential areas were hardly conducive to beastmen, especially the upper levels. Despite their robust nature, beastmen were more susceptible to illness outside their optimized home environment, a risk not worth taking even for the physically superior.·"Remember the time when the oceans teemed with whales?" Ophelia mused, a hint of nostalgia coloring her tone. "Climate change probably drove them to extinction. Such a colossal blight on humanity." Seraphina was taken aback, unaware that Ophelia possessed such knowledge. After all, information regarding species extinction was closely guarded, accessible only to those of a higher societal echelon.'Ophelia continued calmly, "When I lived on the fifth level, about your age, I bought a beastman from the fox clan. Although he was already decades old, by beastman standards, he was still in his adolescent years. Sweet-talking, his orange fur would shed everywhere. It took a month's salary to get a domestic robot that could clean up the fur he shed from his tail." She sighed, "The first days after I brought him home were filled with non-stop lovemaking, it was bliss." Ophelia mentioned, causing Seraphina to choke slightly. Ophelia laughed, "Making love to them is more pleasurable than with humans. They ejaculate more, and their genitalia are adequately sized. Especially, beastmen are really obedient, much more so than human men." Listening to Ophelia's frank, unfiltered words, Seraphina couldn't help but rub her nose, a gesture of slight discomfort and amusement. The candid and vulgar vocabulary she now occasionally used was picked up from Ophelia. The higher one's class, the less exposure they had to such raw knowledge, but Ophelia was an exception, her insights broad and uninhibited.'"I often took him out shopping. In the lower residential area, there are still physical supermarkets. He loved the chocolate milk candy produced on the tenth floor. I got promoted, and because I had to move to the third residential area, I wasn't sure if it could be bought there, so I stocked up a lot to take back. He ate it all in one day, ending up with cavities." Ophelia sighed, "It cost me thirty thousand to fix two of his black teeth. I scolded him that day, and he was probably sad.""He became a bit down for a few days, not eating much. So, I apologized to him, took him out to have fun, bought him candy beans as a meal replacement, mixed with imitation chocolate. He became very happy again. He was easy to please, standing over one meter eighty, with white fur on the tip of his tail. He liked to kiss me when we made love. He ate a lot of fake candy beans that day, which were tasty and wouldn't harm his teeth. He has a sweet tooth. He thanked me that day, but I didn't respond properly. When I got off work and went back, I saw that he had died."'Seraphina's heart skipped a beat, Ophelia stated plainly, "I thought it was strange at the time, then I probably took him to see a doctor, right? The beastman doctors on the third level are quite indifferent, telling me that once on the third level, you can't take beastmen out anymore. They easily get oxygen-deprived or something, catching a cold could kill them, needing special nutritional powder, and they also need regular exercise and fitness at home, along with more companionship. But he was already dead, telling me these things was useless."Ophelia said this and swiped open a memo, filled with various brands of nutritional powder and supplements, tilted it towards Seraphina and sent it over. "Maybe you should buy some too. I gave him some when he had a cold, but it was a bit late." 'Seraphina took it, asking her, "Didn't buy another one?" It was about her experiences in her twenties, now Ophelia is over forty years old, has it been over a decade? Twenty years? Ophelia smiled, "It's much cheaper to visit a brothel." After thinking, she added softly, "You high-rankers wouldn't understand this feeling." The sentiment of not wanting to bond with humans, seeking warmth and solace in a beastman, wanting to treat him well, feeling the only warmth in the house was him. High-rankers holding the lifeline of all humanity and many other species, even the fate of Earth and several star systems, yet never seen to possess emotions. Seraphina understood, the higher the rank, the colder one seems, but she knew what feelings were. She replied, "You loved him, otherwise, you wouldn't erase the memory." Erasing the pain of seeing him dead to the hospital, but never forgetting the years spent together. Ophelia seemed surprised, unconsciously tapping her cup, murmuring, "Didn't expect you to know about this." Seraphina didn't reply, after Ophelia left, she suddenly shivered and immediately ordered the nutritional products for the wolf clan beastmen listed on the memo, sending them all to her house.