"My, what big arms you have."
Brian whirled around, a deep growl coming from his thick throat.
Christine smiled at him.
"What do you want?" Brian demanded, irritated that she had gotten the drop on him.
"What?" she purred, her drow face attempting a look of pure innocence, "I can't go looking for one of my fellow party members when he disappears for hours on end?"
"Wait," Brian demanded, "how much did you see?"
"I saw you talking to Ty, and then you turned into this."
"Well, I like this new body. I'm not going back to being that scrawny elf," Brian declared.
Christine approached him. "Who said anything about returning to your old form?" She lightly brushed her fingers across his thick forearm, tracing the contours of the thick cords of muscle. "This form seems quite powerful, after all. I only cast my polymorph spell on Mike to return him to his centaur form because I thought that was what he would want." Her fingers moved up Brian's monstrous bicep, and to his enormous shoulder. "You, on the other hand, asked for this," she said, her voice light with amusement, "I heard you ask."
"Well, I'm glad that I did. I should have been an orc from the beginning," Brian offered, a bit confused by the way Christine was acting. He had expected her to be angry, but she seemed...interested?
"I'm glad you did too, Brian," came her languid response, "this body is so much more...interesting...than your last one." She brought her hand down his jutting chest, and traced the deep cobblestones of his abs.
"Much, MUCH more interesting..." she whispered, as her hand came to Brian's orcish love-club.
With surprising speed and without much fumbling, Brian had Christine on the ground, and was removing her clothing. He tried to be careful, but still, several buttons flew off and several laces were snapped, as he stripped Christine down, until her trim yet voluptuous drow frame was fully revealed. He ran his big hands over her round breasts. They felt small to him, because of his size, but he was still incredibly turned on.
Christine was wrapping her own hands around Brian's neck, pulling his face down, even as she brought her own up. When they met, she initiated a deep, long kiss.
"Go for it, Brian, go for it!" she urged.
Brian complied, and drove himself deep within her, eliciting a shriek of intense pleasure. "Oh yes!" she cried, and grabbed his butt, trying to pull him further inside. Using his huge, powerful body to full advantage, Brian thrust his huge dick inside Christine's welcoming pussy. Immense legs powered his thrusts, as he forced his monster orc-cock furter and further inside Christine.
"Is this what you want?" he demanded.
"Ohhh..." came Christine's panted moan.
"That's what I thought," he sneered, "the Drow wants to feel what its like to be fucked by the ultimate orc, doesn't she?"
"Less talking, more screwing," she smiled in reply.
Brian laughed, and picked up the pace, ramming himself faster, harder, and deeper into Christine, as her hands roamed his huge body. Finally, he came, and his orc-seed rushed out of his oversized cock and balls, and into Christine.