"So what kind of mind-control is it?" Christine asked. She and Brian were sitting by the fire in the longhouse. Brian was speaking through himself once more, the Orc Chief standing frozen behind Brian's shoulder.
"I'm not sure. I just... felt I could control him, make him do what I wanted. I could sort of faintly feel what he felt, was aware of his senses. And I guess I made him cum more quickly there."
From over where they were inspecting the Chief's weapons, Mike groused "I can't believe I let you ride me." "Oh, get over it." threw Brian over his shoulder. Turning back, he noted Christine's frown. "What's wrong"
"You say you're holding him there, even now? You have to keep your mind on him?" "Yeah." Brian replied. "It's not hard." "That's not the matter" she said. "If you get suddenly shocked, or distracted, you could lose control for a second, and that'd be enough for him to kill once of us. And he'd be free as soon as you went to sleep."
Joe smacked an axe in his hand. "So, we kill him now and sneak out of here." Brian's eyes widened. He didn't want to lose this! Sucking off the Chief had been a revelation for him. And he deeply wanted to feel that massive Orc cock plow him, to lose his cherry at last. "Wait a moment. I want to try something, okay?" And he closed his eyes, and focused on the link. He knew he could do this... he didn't know why or how, but somehow he knew he could...
He opened his eyes as new sensations flooded his brain, his slender elven body replaced by a broad muscular Orc torso, powerful thick arms and legs. He looked down at his old body gazing up at him. "Did it work?" the elf asked. "Yes" rumbled the orc Brian, feeling his massive cock hardening beneath the loincloth as the Chief's body fed to his brain its desire to grab the slim form and dominate it, to fuck the living daylights out of it. He smiled, and his originator, realising what he was thinking, smiled back. "Looks like we've got ourselves a new party member."