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My eyes open to reveal the bleakest sunny sky I had ever seen. The striking azure of the midsummer blue yonder was washed out to a steely blue-gray. The clouds, as fluffy and white as whipped cream a moment ago, were now dull and their details faded into a hazy blur. Even the stone, timber and thatch of the building that I lay beside had all hint of more nuanced shades erased from their surface. With the exception of the crimson of the King’s banner fluttering in the warm breeze it was if the world had nine tenths of its colors and crispness drained. That red however, by the gods how it shone!

I was laid out on my back on the cobblestone street just a stones throw from my hut on the edge of town. As with my vision my sense of touch seemed similarly muted as the hard cobbles beneath me seemed as comfortable as a firm bedroll on a wooden floor. I could not remember how I got here. The last thing I could recall was walking toward the local well when a commotion from behind me seized my attention. Orcs! A band of raiding orcs! Chaos followed. Screams and bloodshed all around. The smell of blood still hung pungent in the air. A more piercing and strangely pleasant aroma I had never experienced. I remember I turned to flee and found myself face to face with a party of adventurers who had just rushed out from the nearby tavern. Their slurred voices and wobbly stances told me right away that they had been sampling more than a little of the tavern’s famous mead.

Everything after that was a blur. ‘The bastards tracked us.’ ‘It’s not my fault.’ ‘Told you not to steal their idol.’ ‘It’s not my fault!’ ‘Here they come!’ I was grabbed from behind. Held by a muscular green arm and used as a human shield. ‘Get down!’ A flash of orange light. Then the next thing I knew I was here. What happened?

Just then a tall woman, a barbarian from the North, steps into view to tower over me. One of the adventurers. Her furs, her gear, her weapons all had that same washed out look as the rest of the world but her living flesh stood out from the rest as a candle in the dark. On it I could see every hair, every droplet of sweat and every spatter of blood. The blood stood out even more than the rest. Between her girdle and leather bustier I could make out a slender crack of tanned skin showing through, a tiny gap in her armor that I never would have seen normally. She stares down on me as if I were just lowly vermin. To my horror she raises her ax high as her intense eyes fixate on my exposed neck!

“Stop!” A lithe man stumbles up beside her. He had the telltale purple irises of a magic-user and at a glance I see that he was obviously feeling the mead more than she. His flushed cheeks, slightly unfocused eyes, and very subtle wobble stood out to me as clearly as his flamboyantly styled orange hair. “This one’s not what he appears.”

“Huh?”

“The transwaperation…transportifiguration…transmogrifi-fi-fi…” He gives up on the word. “The botched spell.”

“You sure?”

“Yep. I felt it happen.” Pointing at me he spins his finger in a circle. “He was him and vice versa.”

“Well that explains why the peasant went feral all of a sudden.”

“Yeah. It was only supposed to swap their locations, and I suppose it did…in a way. Ugh. Like I said, botched.”

“Will it go back?”

“There’s no back to go to, if you catch my meaning. That door is closed. You made sure of that.”

“Oh. Shit.”

“Yeah.”

Their voices sounded…weak, nasally, and grating. They sounded more akin to the bleating of hungry lambs looking for the ewe’s udder than the mighty adventurers I remembered.

“Can you fix it?”

“I don’t know how it happened in the first place. The flubbed incantation, the wilding amulet, the waxing Arcanis moon, the ley convergence through this area, the mead, I wouldn’t even know where to begin. With a year of research…maybe?”

“We don’t have a year.”

“I know.”

“Be easier for everyone if he was dead. Better for him too.”

“True.”

“Nobody would even know.”

“Wait.” A rumbling voice, gruff and gravelly, emanates from my own mouth! “What?”

“I’m putting him out of his misery.” The barbarian raises her ax once more.

“NO!” I put out my hands I a futile attempt to block the coming blow. The hands were not my own! My fingers were half again as long and at least that much thicker. The palms were similarly sized up but broadened so that they were now wider than they were long. The nails were thick and yellowed and the skin…the skin was green! Had my life not been on the line the sight would have stopped me right there. “Please! Don’t kill me!”

This pauses the warrior’s hand. Slowly she lowers her ax once more. “Huh. An orc pleading for its life. Never thought I’d live to see that.”

“That’s because he’s not an orc.” Says the man as he nods off to my left side. “He’s him.”

I turn my head to look and gods how I wish I hadn’t. Staring back at me through dull, lifeless eyes was me! My own severed head lay on the cobblestones beside me! “Ohhh gods!”

“You there.” The man calls to one of the nearby townsfolk who were just now creeping back out into the open. By her voice I knew it was Rhodha the washerwoman. “Who is this man?” After a moment he presses impatiently. “Do you recognize this, er, head?”

“Oh lords and angels! Th-That there is Mister Arynn, Sir.” She stammers. “A damn fine cobbler he was. Is that the f-foul monster what killed’im?”

“Eh, not exactly.” He says.

Just then another voice calls to the two adventurers. “Alright gang. I think we about wore out our welcome in this town. The guard’ll on the way and needless to say we’re not sticking around for questions.”

“Right.” The barbarian raises her ax yet again. “No loose ends.”

“Stop.” The wizard grabs her arm.

“Pah. Whatever.” The warrior woman steps back, reluctantly.

“Listen, old woman.” He says. “This orc here is your cobbler friend. It was magical mishap and um…yeah. That’s about it.”

“What?” Rhodha sounded as confused as I was.

“I kind of turned your friend here into an orc. These things happen. Magic ain’t easy ya know! But hey, we saved your town. Right? Right?” He receives nothing but blank stares from the gather townsfolk. “Right.” Looking back down at me he gives me guilty grin and a shrug as if he had done all he could for me. “Sorry about that, buddy.”

“Come on!” The barbarian barks.

“Oop! Gotta go.” The wizard spins on his heel, sways a second, then trots off to join his party. “Good luck, Arynn!”

The galloping of hooves is the last I hear of the band of inebriated adventurers. In shock and disbelief I lay staring at my huge green hands and thickly muscled forearms as, one by one, my neighbors gather around me. Children hide behind their wide eyed mother’s skirts and the menfolk clutch to whatever weapons they had at hand. When I sit up the whole circle of them jump back a couple of feet.

“Arynn?” My brother Falkus warily steps out from the crowd. “Is that really you?”

I look down at my body. It was clad in a loincloth of rough leathers with a length of stiff, coarse rope tied as a belt. My new pea colored body was enormous! With Falkus nearby to give scale I could tell I was over a head taller than I had been but it was the bulk of this brutish form that really took me aback. Beneath the smooth green skin were muscles on top of muscles on top of muscles. My hands, my feet, my limbs, my torso, everything was thicker, longer, and just plain bigger. I’d been short and wiry my whole life, suddenly I was anything but.

“I think so.” I reply in that unfamiliar baritone voice. With Falkus’ help I rise to my feet, rising until I was out over the heads of even my tallest neighbors. I look down at my older brother and for the first time in my life he looked small. “What am I going to do?”

With a hesitant hand he pats my elbow. “We’ll figure this out, brother.” Looking around us at the dozens of slain bodies, both human and orc, he adds grimly. “It could have been worse.”

As I look about I catch my own scrawny figure broken, butchered, and headless among the deceased. “Gods preserve me!” I shield my eyes and look away.

“Come on, Arynn. Let’s get you home.” Holding me by the elbow Falkus leads me through the murmuring crowd toward my hut.

***

Hours later I am sitting on the edge of my narrow porch staring numbly across the field of gently swaying corn that stretched out to the dark pine forest beyond. The moment of peace brings me little comfort as all of the rich oranges and ambers of evening being as wan as magelight to my new eyes provided a constant reminder of my cursed condition. Gods, what had I ever done to deserve such a fate?

At least I was alone now. In the aftermath of the attack I’d had to sit through one questioning after another as the King’s guard went over again and again what had happened to me. I then had to sit through it all over when a government mage had to do it all again. I was lucky not to be in the dungeon or worse hanging from a gallows. It was only thanks to the eyewitness accounts from my neighbors and the fact that I had a bit of sway among the nobles thanks to my superior quality of footwear that I was able to remain free as the considered what to do with me. Having had time to think I now wondered if perhaps the hangman's noose might have been the most merciful option. And in the dungeon at least would have let me avoid the frightened stares, mistrusting glares, and whispered conversations of my friends and neighbors. Even Falkus was uneasy with this change. And I couldn’t blame him. How would I react if a monster showed up one day claiming to be my brother? Yes, it was better now that I was alone.

My eyes focused on the distant forest thoughts of simply disappearing, never to return, loop over and over in my mind.

“Arynn?” Comes the soft voice that I had been dreading. The voice of the woman who had kept me sitting on this porch until now.

Closing my eyes I sigh. “I was hoping you wouldn’t come.”

“Wouldn’t come?” She says as she approaches my side. Through her floral perfume and the spicy tang of her component pouch my sense of smell cuts through to take in the woman behind them. I flinch as I feel a small hand lay tenderly on top of mine. “Of course I came, my love. You thought I would stay away when you needed me most?” I open my eyes to see my beloved standing and gazing up at me. “Let’s have a look at you then.” With a whispered spell she summons a mote of soft magelight to hover between us. My gloomy heart saddens even more as her wide expressive eyes appeared more almost gray instead of the lovely pale lavender of an apprentice caster. Her pretty face shows no signs of terror or revulsion. Unlike the locals she’d been forewarned before seeing me allowing her to prepare to mask her true feelings. Reaching up she runs her hand across my wide, square chin. “Well, at least he was a handsome orc.” She tilts her head and nods. “No nasty warts or anything. It’ll take some getting used to but…not bad.”

“Nelladrie…please don’t make light of this.”

“Alright. I shall not pretend it is a molehill.” Her hand runs across my cheek and up my temple to comb through my short, coarse, coal black hair. Her soft touch against my toughened senses feels but a ghost of what it should be. “As long as you don’t make it a mountain.”

“It’s more than a mountain. It’s my whole world.”

She smiles that achingly beautiful smile of hers. “You always said I was your whole world.” She slaps my bare chest. “Have you been lying to me all this time?”

“This isn’t fair. My life. Our life! That blasted wizard!” My pecs heave, arms harden and fists tighten. “I think about it and…hrrmmm.”

“Be calm, my love.”

Her words settle the sudden and unexpected anger that rose in me. I then take her hand in mine. It felt so petite and fragile now engulfed in my grasp. “Nella, the wizards say that I cannot be fixed.”

“I know.” She says. “I’ve talked to them. It was a freak accident. A one in a million event. My mentor tells me that there are powerful enchantments that could transform you back to human but nothing permanent and nothing that will make your flesh exactly as it was.”

I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it, as best I could at least with these stout bottom tusks. Her smile warms and she sidles closer, showing no fear of the massive monster before her. “Nelladrie, I’ve been thinking.”

“Uh oh. We both know this never ends well.”

“I’m serious.” I say. “I…want you to forget about me, okay?”

“Oh, okay then.” She quips. “I’ll just forget about the man who captured my heart and freed me from the shackles of my birth.”

I sigh again, this time in frustration. “You aren’t taking this seriously. Listen, perhaps if you tell them you’ve left me your family would take you back. Maybe your father would…”

“Take me back?” She laughs a light and lilting giggle. “Now why would I ever wish that?” Before I could answer she continues. “In their eyes you were already something nearly as loathsome as an orc. A filthy commoner. A lowly cobbler of all things! I never cared a damn about what they thought of us, why should you?”

“Nella, you are not thinking this through.”

“I don’t need to. I’ve crossed that bridge already. I’ve already been sullied by a peasant’s touch. I couldn’t go back even if I wanted to. I left the noble’s life to be with the man I love.” Gazing deep into my eyes she whispers. “And I would do so again today and tomorrow and every day henceforth. I love you, Arynn. How many times is it going to take for it to get through that fool skull of yours. I LOVE YOU. This…body changes nothing.”

“This changes everything!”

 Sliding her hands around my midsection she glides right in to hug me close. “What has it changed? Hm? Do you still love me, Arryn?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then what’s changed? I mean really changed? It was already the case that no official priest would marry us. We’ll still have to find a druid to bless our union. And last I heard the druids and orcs harbored no ill will with the other.” She says. “I cannot see them opposing our coupling.”

“It’s about more than marriage. So much more.”

“What? Kids?” She nuzzles into my thick neck to kiss me. “Orcs and humans are compatible. You know that. There are two half-orcs in this town alone.”

“Looked upon as freaks. Their poor mothers the victims of rape.”

“Those freaks, as you call them, have found a home here. A community. Yes, they have special challenges but so do many who live here. Who live anywhere. And what does what happened with their mothers have to do with our children? Hm?” She giggles seductively. “You aren’t about to ravish me against my will, are you?”

“Of course not.”

“Awww.”

“Nella!” I laugh despite myself. I wrap my long arms around her soft voluptuous body and bury my snout into her long, wavy blond hair. Damn, she smelled good. “You never take anything serious, do you?”

“Only if I have to.” She says, kissing my neck again. “You’ve got your home, you’ve got a woman who loves you, and you’ve got your health. That’s more than most of the victims.”

I let out a long breath as I slowly nod. I couldn’t argue there. Just two doors down the family of bakers were mourning the loss of their daughter. My suffering could not even compare to theirs.

“And you are still the best damned cobbler in the kingdom.” She pulls back to look into my eyes. “Folks don’t care who made their shoes and slippers if the quality is there.”

I shake my head. “On that you are wrong, my dear.” Looking to my right I draw her attention to the mangled boots I had attempted to work on as I was trying to settle my turbulent mind. Holding out my big mitts I look down on them. “Seems these hands were not created for fine work. I am a man without a profession.”

“You are a man in transition.” She says. “You will learn. Or you will learn a new trade. It might take time, that’s all.” Grabbing a bulging bicep she squeezes it. “If you can’t find something to do with this body you aren’t thinking hard enough.” When she notices me smiling, a sight that I can only imagine must look terrifying to a non-orc, she raises a curious brow. “What? Did I say something funny?”

“No.” I say. “I can see your eyes.”

“My eyes?”

“Yeah. They were gray before. They’re lavender again. Lavender…and beautiful.”

The blush that rises across her cheeks enchants me. It wasn’t simply her eyes that had come to life. Her sky blue robes, her sunflower yellow sash, the sparkling emerald on her magical locket, even the tan of her lambskin boots that I had made for her had all been revealed to me. It wasn’t simply sight either. Her soft hair, her smooth skin, her supple body all felt as they should again. Whatever was happening went deeper still as my fear, anger and worry melt away to be replaced with emotions and urges far more carnal.

Touching her fine cheek with my beefy middle finger I slowly run it down and along her elegant jaw. “You’ve…you’ve opened my senses again. I don’t understand.”

She gazes deep into my eyes just the way she always did. Slipping off of the porch I stand, looming over her like I never had. Though as curvaceous as any buxom bar wench Nelladrie was tall and statuesque, two inches taller than I had been until a few hours ago.

Taken by surprise at my towering presence another giggle escapes her. “Oh! Oh my! You’re, um, big! Real big! Woah.”

“This orc was at the front of the raid.” I say as I continue to tenderly trace my finger around her ear and down her smooth neck. “I was told they put their biggest and fiercest warriors at the head of their attacks.”

“Goodness!” She looks up and down my hulking body. “Oh. Ohhh wow!”

My grin widens. “You’re turned on by this?”

“What?” While the other colors might have brightened around it my orcish sense of flesh had not come down to meet it and I note the blush on her face darken ever so subtly. “Oh, oh no. I mean…I’m turned on by you of course but…”

I take in a long breath through flared nostrils. “Ha! I can smell your cunt. You are turned on!”

“Arynn! I do NOT have a…cunt! When did you start talking like that?” She gives my stomach a short jab, only to regret it when it hits solid muscle. “Ooo!” She shakes her delicate hand.

“I beg your forgiveness, my lady.” Taking her hand between my thumb and finger I bow low to give it a healing kiss…and take in a long sniff as I do so. PUSSY! Gods! I’d never smelled anything so good! “Rrrrmmm.” A low growl rumbles from deep within my brawny chest causing a shiver to run up my girlfriend.

“Quit…sniffing at me.” She playfully slaps at my abs as she titters. “You beast!”

“Heh heh heh.” Rising again to my full height, seven foot or more, I watch her eyes widen and note how they drink me in. “You have a thing for big men, don’t you?”

“What? No. Of course not. I mean, you were my dream man.” She shakes her head. “Are my dream man.” She swallows hard and fans herself with her hand. “Oh boy.”

“You are a terrible liar.”

“Yeah…well…” Try as she might she cannot find a comeback. I’d never seen her so flustered! She tries to back away to collect herself but I grab her arms and pull her back into me. “OH!” A most lewd gasp escapes her lips at my show of strength.

“You little strumpet. You’re getting excited.” I flex my chest and arms just to show off my muscles. She could not tear her eyes away if she tried. “I thought I’ve caught you checking out those beefy guardsmen at the castle gates.”

“Noooo. That’s not…um…exactly true.”

“Uh huh, sure.” I chuckle and give her a wet, sucking kiss to her neck, sending another tremble down her sexy body. “If you liked men like this…how’d you end up with a runt like me?”

“You…whoo…aren’t, weren’t, a runt.” She huffs as I suck harder on the next sweet kiss. “And…um…ahem! Whooo!”

“Any problems over there?” Comes the most unwelcome voice of my immediate neighbor. They’d been watching us!

“The only problem is you!” I bellow far louder and fiercer than I meant to, causing a sudden stir then equally sudden still silence in the half dozen huts that made up this little grouping at the edge of town. “Ahem! I mean…”

“All is well.” Nella calls back calmly and firmly. “Just lovers talking in private.” She called us lovers without hesitation. She truly did not care what others thought about her being with someone like me. True love must be as blind as they say.

“Alright then Miss Nelladrie. You cry out if you need anything.” The sound of a shutter clattering shut follows.

“Rrrrm. Nosy, meddling, peeping…”

“Easy there, Arryn.” She runs her hands up and down my broad chest, at the same time her magical light fades then disappears completely. “There. They can’t see us now.” Strangely, though the light was gone and darkness had nearly fallen, I could see Nelladrie just as keenly as before but without the vibrant colors.

“I can see you.” I whisper and nuzzle into the top of head.

“The famous orcish night sight.” She whispers back, her hands exploring along my sides and front. “I guess your new form comes with some advantages?”

“Mmm, indeed.”

One of her wandering hands finds their way beneath my leather loincloth and it does not take long for it to make contact with the beast lurking within. “Oh. Oh! Oh my!” Nella’s voices rises an octave with each ‘oh’ as her soft hand gently feels down the prodigious length of my massive orc cock. “Ohhh!”

“Another advantage?”

Taking hold at my root she slowly strokes down my entire length to get a sense of it. “Oh wow!”

I had washed and groomed myself as the previous owner of this body had not been big on personal hygiene so I understood well the surprise expressed in my girlfriend’s voice. The age old expression ‘hung like an orc’ was not merely an adage but, evidently, based on solid fact. Like the rest of me my penis was massive. Thick, heavy, veiny and longer at rest than my human had been at full arousal. How big it actually got I hadn’t a clue as amorous thoughts had not been at the forefront of my mind, until now at least. With Nella in my arms and her hand stroking my orchood my member was rapidly swelling to match my rising desire. Her hand had never felt so smooth and supple against my skin and in the way she could take a full grip of my dick, her grasp not able to reach all the way around my girth, I would have known about my increased dimensions without even needing to see it. I continued to marvel at how her presence was literally altering my perception. Colors deeped, aromas opened, and my flesh that once barely felt the hard cobblestones now had hairs rising against the gentle summer breeze.

“You like that fat green cock, don’t you?”

“Cock? Arynn! The way you talk now…”

“You like it. Say it.”

“I’ve just…never…”

“Don’t lie. Say it!”

Her hand pauses midway down and she takes a tight grip. Her voice hushed by guilt and even shame she confesses. “Yes.” Bowing her head she whispers. “Yes, I like it.”

Putting a finger beneath her chin I raise it so that she looked up at me again. “Do not be ashamed.” With my free hand I take a hold of a full, round ass cheek, gripping it completely like I never could before. “I’ve made no secret of my lust for your beautiful ass and big tits.”

To her eyes I must have little more than a colossal silhouette against the darkening sky yet she gazed at me with a love that made my spirit feel as large as the body I inhabited. “I…don’t want you to think…that you weren’t enough for me.” She whispers. Letting go of my dick she grabs my hand at her chin in both of hers. “Arynn…MMMF!” Palming her skull in my great palm I lean in and plant a hard, deep kiss into her perfect lips. It was peculiar kissing with tusks against a mouth smaller than mine, but somehow we make it work. “Mmmmm!” Nelladrie melts in my arms as my body and spirit continues to rouse to the occasion. She smelled good, tasted good, felt good. She was everything good rolled into one! “OH!” She gasps as our lips part. “Oh Arynn! You’re so…bold!”

“Mmm.” I kiss her again, hard, then hear myself say with a boldness I’d never shown. “Let’s fuck.”

“What!? OHHHHH!” She hoots as I effortless hoist her off her feet to throw her over my shoulder. My old body could barely lift her, and once there I couldn’t keep her aloft for long, but now it was as easy as could be. “Oh gods!” She sighs in a swoony tone. “Is this really happening?”

“Is everything okay over the…”

“PISS OFF!” Nella snaps back at my prying, if well meaning, neighbor.

“Heh heh heh.” I chuckle as I carry her up my steps. “Piss off? You’re starting to talk like a commoner.” CLUNK! My thick skull raps off the top of the door frame as I don’t quite bend down enough to make it through. I’d done it once already and barely even felt it, but with my senses stirred as they were…it hurt like a bitch! “Nnngh!” I set Nella down as I kick the door closed behind me and rub my sore head. “Ow!”

Nella’s magelight is summoned again and she waves it off to hover off to the side of the main room. Trying not to giggle she reaches up for my head. “Aww! Does the big, mean orc got a widdle boo-boo? Want me to kiss it better?”

“Rrrm.” I grumble even as I smile. “I’ll give ya something to kiss, but it ain’t little!” With that I loosen the knot of my belt and yank my loincloth free in one swift go.

“By the gods!” She covers her mouth, eyes bulging, as my mammoth schlong swings heavy between my legs casting a shadow all its own.

Grabbing it in one hand I slap its bulky knob against my opposite palm. “What do you think? Think you can handle it?”

“I…have no idea.” Her hand slowly lowers, her gaze remaining fixed on the green python before her. “I’d…um…sure like to try.”

“Heh!”

“It is…awfully big though.”

“And getting bigger. And it’s alllll yours.”

“Whoo boy! Well, if I can’t handle it, I’m sure we’ll think of something we can do.”

“There’s that noble spirit.”

She grins. “The things we do for noblese oblige.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind, you brute.” Her lavender eyes flare as they snap up to meet mine. “Take me!”

“Take you?”

“Yes!” She tugs at her robes in a gesture that told me she wished them removed at my earliest convenience. “Ravish me you filthy commoner. Ravish me!”

I knew better than anyone of Nelladrie’s tastes in the rougher side of sex but until now I’d never had to worry about containing my strength. In this form things could go real bad, real quick if I wasn’t careful. “You sure?”

“Yes!” As I step up to her she raises her chin with aristocratic smugness and a complete lack of fear. “In fact I demand it, peasant!”

“If you insist.”

Grabbing the front of her robes in both my huge mitts I grab the fabric rend the sturdy wool asunder as easily as rotted burlap. Caught up in my iron grip her silk undergarment is inadvertently also torn forcefully from her as well, a garment that would have coast a man like me a month in earnings. If it bothers her I do not see it in her excited expression. She stays as still as she can though staggers as I literally rip the clothes from her voluptuous figure. Even her woven belt only slows me down by a second or two. With a mighty pull I snap it in two.

“Oh Arynn!” She gasps in wild excitement at the small sample of my fearsome strength. “YESSS!”

I enjoyed it nearly as much as she did. Having the woman I loved look up at me instead of down, being able to easily lift her and manhandle her, possessing a cock that made her stop and stare, all of it was a potent shot of pure masculine energy into an ego that had been made humble by the big cruel world.

“Rrrrmmm.” My gaze runs up and down her soft, pale flesh.

Her clothes in rags around her feet she stares up at me. “What are you going to do to me?” In my left hand I grab her breast, encompassing it like an apple in my large hand. “Oh!” In my right hand I take a hold of her long, silky blond hair. “OH!” Holding her still I rub and fondle her full, round breasts. With a cry of her voice she could have the whole town down upon me but physically she was completely at my mercy. That knowledge for her was both humbling and incredibly arousing. “Ohhhhh!” I play and tease with her bosom before grabbing at her flesh her and there. With growing impatience I slide my hand between her legs and run my middle two fingers across the fleecy fuzz of her pubes. Beneath that hair I feel her womanhood as I knew I would be by her aroma, hot and ready. Without hesitation I slip my middle finger, a finger as big as my former member, up to the base knuckle into her tight, wet snatch. Gripping my thick, muscular forearm Nelladrie lets out a lewd moan. “Ohhhhh, Arynn!”

“Rrrrmmm.” Releasing her hair I keep a hold of her shoulder as I finger her cunny hard and rough, taking her to her toes on each upward thrust. “You like that you noble slut?”

“OHHHH GODS! YESSSS!!!” She sings, cut off as I suddenly pull my finger from her. “HAH!”

“On your knees.”

Eyes burning with lust she says defiantly. “Make me!” And so I make her. Pushing her to knees I mollify her with a club of my dick against her cheek. Her eyes widen with rapt desire much like they always did, bless her heart for flattering the very average man that I was, but this time she is genuinely awestruck. Needing no further orders the apprentice wizard grabs the mighty rod before her and begins to kiss and lick and suck at the hardening flesh. “Mmmm. Gods, what a cock. What a huge fucking cock.”

“It’s yours baby.” I whisper as I stroke her soft hair. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

“Nnngh.” She licks up the long schlong. “Forever it is then.” With that opens her mouth as wide as it would go and wraps her berry pink lips around my mossy green knob. “Mmmmm!”

“Ohhhh fuuuuuck.” I groan as her warm, sucking mouth goes to work. She was doing her best but her blowjob, usually deep and sloppy, was forced to adapt. Her lips could barely fit around my fat knob and the sheer bulk of it meant she couldn’t go much deeper than just past the head. But gods how she tried.

“Mmm! Mrm! Mlrm!” She attempts to bob a couple of times before giving up to smooch and nibble and swirl her tongue around and around my glans, all the while her hands stroke up and down the green shaft. I was most of the way there already and this incredible oral pleasure takes me there rest. Even I had to pause once the full glory of my raging erection stood at its full height. “By the gods it’s big!” She takes the words right out of my mouth. It was at least a foot if it was an inch and thicker than her wrist. For the first time I see a glimmer of doubt in my beloved’s lavender eyes. “Baby…I don’t know if I can…DAMN!”

I pet the back of my fingers down her soft cheek. “Still willing to try?”

“Oh yes!” She laughs. “Ohhhh yes!” I laugh too as her excitement is contagious. “If I can do it, I’m doing it. And I have just the spell to help if we need it.” Feeling around she finds her component pouch and holds it in her hand. “Here we are.” With a smile and shake of my head I kneel down in front of her, take her in my arms, and push her in a gentle but forceful way onto the floor. “Not even taking me to your bed? You brute! OH!” She startles as I grab her knees and spread them wide.

With a lick of my lips and a snort of my nose I dive down into that irresistible aroma that had been driving me mad these past few minutes. “Nllnngh!” My tusks digging into the tender flesh of her inner thighs my wide orc tongue hungrily laps at her dripping slit. “Nnngh! Mmmm! Rrrmmm!” Salty and sweet and earthy at once she tasted like the very essence of womanhood. “MMMM!”

“OHHHHH!” She claws her fingers through my short, coarse hair. “ARYNNNN!”

“Mmmm! Schhlrrmmm! MMMMM!” I lick and lap and stab and plunge, greedily sucking every drop of nectar that I could coax from this precious flower. I liked eating Nella out before this but there was something about her raw, animal flavor that set my new taste buds alight. Her pussy was genuinely the best fucking meal I’d ever tasted! “RRRMMMM!”

“OHHHHH GODS!” Her back arches as she writhes beneath my oral onslaught. “Ohhhh gods! You savage beast! Gods yesssss!” Her cries only inspire me more. With a sudden buck, a yank at my hair and a squirt on my lips Nelladrie sings out in climax. “OHHHHHHH!” They’d be hearing that next door and beyond. Let them hear! Using my tongue as a cock I tongue fuck my lady through an orgasm the likes of which had never been heard in these huts. “OHHHHHH ARYNNNN!!!”

As she glides down the fading slope of her bliss she is pulling at my tapered ears. Letting her pulls guide me I leave her succulent snatch and smooch my way up her warm, supple belly…breasts…neck…until I find her lips. Me looming over her we kiss passionately even as Nella is already stroking my cock and rubbing it against her hot cunt. She wanted me so bad.

I rise up, her fingers clawing down my buff chest and abs as I do, and grab my dick to continue rubbing it against her as she’d been doing. Actually seeing my big oak rubbing against her fleshy bloom had me doubting if what we wanted was even possible. I knew it was, as she’d pointed out the tiny but prevalent population of half-orcs across all human kingdoms was proof of that, but witnessing the difference now compared to when we’d been together in the past it beggared belief that this was going to work. But gods we were gonna try!

“I’m ready for you, baby.” She says in a loud whisper. “Take me! Fuck me! Ravish me!” Plucking a pinch of who knows what from her pouch she mutters words of magic then touches the tip of my penis. From the point of contact I feel the power roll down my shaft leaving behind an invisible and odorless sheath of lubricating force. As slick as melted tallow but with none of the mess we’d used this spell in the past for much kinky fun. Pushing the pouch away she lays back, arms up and at her sides in a gesture of total surrender. “Claim your noble prize, you brute!”

And what a prize she was! As striking as any elf maiden, as sexually alluring as the exotic dancers of Shasandria, soft in all the right places, with curves the goddess of fertility herself would be jealous of, what I had before me was the most ravishing treasure that any mere cobbler, orc or otherwise, had ever claimed. But what made her priceless beyond all the gold in every treasury in every realm were the jewels that could not be seen with the naked eye. Kindness, respect, independence, humor, resilience and loyalty. These were the things that captured my heart, as I had captured hers with my wit, charm, foolish confidence, and bold adoration. My body might have changed but the bond we forged remained unscathed. Gods, how I loved her! Love that my lust burn hotter than dragon’s fire.

Hoping for the best but preparing myself for the worst I give my lubed up orchood a stroke then press the fat green tip firmly against her pretty pink petals and, to my amazement, she begins to open up for me!

“Oh!” She peeps, her eyes widening at the same rate as her cunny. “Ohhhh gods!”

“If I am hurting you…”

“Shush!” She hisses and grabs my hand that was resting at her hip. “Do it, my love. Take me. Ruin me for all others.”

“Rrrrmmm.” Spurred on I push into her and watch in wonder as my slick glans disappears inside of her.

“OHHHHHH!” She gasps, her grip tightening. “Gods you’re stretching me. MMMM. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Rrrrmmm.” Slowly I push into the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy I had ever felt. And I thought she was tight before!

“FFFFUUUUCK!” Spreading her legs as side as they could go I could feel her trying to relax and open herself further. “Ohhhh gods. You’re soooo big!” I’d heard her moan, I’d heard her scream, but never had I heard her cry THAT before! Pulling a few inches out I pause a breath then push back in again. “OHHHHHHHH! GODS!”

“Mrrrmmm.” I growl as I feel her gripping tunnel clinching around my hard dick. “So fuckin tight.”

“Ohhhh Arynn!” She mewls. “I’ve never…felt so full. It’s incredible! It’s…HNNNGHH!” She groans as two more inches fill her even more. “Oh gods, oh gods, oh GODS!” Her pale lavender eyes roll back as her body writhes as if fighting to escape some invisible force. “Ohhh fuck, baby. You’re going to make me cum so hard! Ohhhh fuck!”

Cum? We were still just getting started. Damn! My girl was enjoying this cock a hell of a lot more than usual. I couldn’t deny that her words stung a little even as they flattered. Taking it slow and smooth I start to thrust, fucking with just the top half of my long green cock.

“Oh gods, yes! Yes! YES!” Her nubile form undulates to my rhythm. “Faster! Yes! Fuck! YES! Deeper! Ohhhhhhh gods! You’re stretching meeee!”

I give her another inch or two as my strokes gradually speed up.

“HAH! Gods I’m cumminnnng! HAAAHHHHHH!!!”

What a sight! What a feeling! What a climax! As her soft body bucks and her tight pussy pulses around my shaft I continue to thrust. I was already deeper than the human Arynn had ever been, stretching her ways that that man never could, and eliciting sounds more intense than he’d ever heard. Making love to her like this and seeing her unabashed pleasure play out on her pretty face was the strangest thing. A part of me felt as if she were cheating on me, with me. Simultaneously I felt like both the cuckold and the studly lover, each of which I quite literally was. Had I remained human Nelladrie would never have found this level of joy.

Casting those thoughts to the side I bring myself back to the moment. Thump! Thump! I plant my heavy fists into the floor on either side of her and take my fucking up another notch.

“HNNNNGHHH!!!” My lover’s climax had barely waned when the next one was already cresting. “FUCK! YES! OHHHHH!”

“Hrf! Hrf! Hrf!” In deep, breathy, bestial grunts I thrust faster and deeper and watch with satisfaction at the effect I was having.

“I’m cumming agaaaaIIIINNNN!!! OHHH!!!”

Gods did it feel good to be able to give my beloved such ecstasy. Even better than the incredible physical pleasure that was coursing from my cock and out through my body. I flex and heave and stare down into my lover’s eyes with runaway lust. She stared back up at me as if I were a god! She always had a way of looking at me that made me feel more than I was, but never before had it been tinged with genuine awe. Quite simply I was overwhelming her and she was loving it.

“OHHH ARYNNNNN!!!”

I brought another hard orgasm from her as easy anything. I don’t know if it was something special about her or if all women were the same but she could not resist my size. When this big cock stuffed her full she could only loose control. To say that she was pleased with her boyfriend’s new ‘advantages’ would be a massive understatement. And she wasn’t alone. This body felt fantastic! So strong, so huge, so powerful, so tireless. The more we went the more I was embracing my new reality and the less that this was feeling like a betrayal of the man that I was. THIS was me now. THIS was who I was.

“Hrf! Hrm! Ngh!” I thrust harder, deeper, giving her nearly all of my twelve or more inches. The gods only knew how she was taking it, but she was! Unlike in previous times when things got this hot and heavy I did not feel the urgency rising in my balls. While the pleasure was just as intense, if not more so, I felt as if I could go all night long! “Nrr! Rrm! Hrm!”

“Yes! Yes!” Nella huffs as her hands grope and grasp all across my torso. “Fuck baby, yes. I can feel you so deep. Ohhh gods, it’s amazing. It’s incredible. It’s…it’s…OHHHHHHH!!!” As her climaxing pussy spasms around my shaft I push the last inch inside of her at last, letting her feel my full orcish glory. “GAAAAAHHH!!!” Pressing another kiss into her lips I thrust my way through her climax. When the peak fades and our lips part she gazes up at me in a hazy eyed daze and says through panting breaths. “Is…that…all…you got?”

I chuckle and kiss her again. “You are insatiable!”

Slapping her hands into my sides and clawing into my flesh she challenges me. “Gimme all you got, big man.”

Challenge accepted. “Just remember, you asked for it.”

Knowing that she could take it I can at last give in to the feral instincts that had been screaming out inside of me since we began. ‘Mate! Mate! Mate!’ With each long, pussy stretching thrust that primal need to breed chants. Harder, faster, deeper I fuck my baby like she had never been fucked before.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

I hammer down into her taking to new heights with each passing minute. As I pound her I grab and grope her big tits with my even bigger hand, able to squeeze them and pinch them like human hands never could. Utilizing my raw strength I scoop her from the floor to hold her aloft and continue fucking up into her with equal verve and vigor. Keeping her on my dick I spin her over, grab her wide hips, and drill her from behind with bone rattling, tit jiggling, ass rippling power.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“HNNNNGHHHH!!!”

“Yeah! Take it! Take that big cock you noble whore!”

“OHHHH YESSS! I AM YOUR WHOOOOORE!!!” The neighbors would be talking about that one, not that either of us gave a single damn. “OHHHHH!!!” With the orcish force and fury that could make a knight tremble inside of his armor I ravish my fair lady’s body. With a resilience beyond my imagining she takes all that I have and begs for more. “YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME YOU ORCISH GOD!”

I make her beg. I make her howl. I make her shamelessly cry out her eternal love for my massive schlong. I fuck her against the wall. I fuck her on the bed. I fuck her under the bed. I blast my nut across her chest then I fuck her some more. We fuck in every way we know and come up with a few more along the way. With no need to stop we fuck right through the night and into dawn. Her spells of light and lubrication had faded somewhere through the hours but they weren’t needed anymore as we went at each other with a frenzied lust.

As the morning cock crows I am on top of her again, gazing deep into her eyes as another potent orgasm is set to blow. Her spirit was willing but her flesh was failing. This time as I approach my climax she wraps her legs around my ass and starts to hump back.

“Nella!” I grunt as my eruption neared.

“Inside.” She whispers. “I want it inside.”

“But…”

“My handsome man.” Stroking my face with trembling fingers, her pale gaze piercing to my very soul, she coos. “I want to feel youuuu.”

“HNNNNGHHHHH!!!” With one final mighty thrust I blast my potent orc seed into her human womb.

“YESSSSSSS!

My cock throbs, pumping wad after wad after thick, copious wad of hot cum deep inside her. All the while, we gaze. And in that gaze I see a love true and unshakable. “Hnnnmmmm!”

As my climax ebbs I collapse, pulling her with me as I twist to the side so as not to crush her. In my bed I hold my beloved in my arms, still inside of her and still held in her purple gaze.

Smacking my lips I swallow hard. “Ohhhhhh.”

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” She echoes back as she melts against me.

As we lay there basking in our afterglow, the sounds of grumpy neighbors stirring around the hut, I find my perspective on life had altered somewhere along the way. I begin to dream of all the opportunities that this mighty form would provide for me and for her. If I was this good at making love what else might I do? Even if shoe-making was denied me with a body like this combined with my mind the possibilities were nearly endless. And whatever I ended up doing I knew without a doubt that Nelladrie would be right there at my side, and I at hers. Regardless of whatever I had lost and whatever I had gained the love of my woman remained the same. And with that everything else would work out just fine. The future that once seemed to dreary was now brighter than it had ever been.

“I…suppose this body isn’t so bad. Huh?”

She laughs and kisses my square chin. “Not so bad? Ohhhhmmmm.” She snuggles into my chest, feeling safe and loved inside of my enveloping embrace. “Baby I would have been at your side whether you be dwarf, elf, or anything else.” She nuzzles and kisses my sweaty pecs. “Hmmmm. But…”

“But?”

“He he he. Let’s just say that I am not disappointed that fate worked out the way it did.”

I chuckle and kiss the top her head. “Me neither.”

And they lived happily ever after.

The End