The princess and Sanin both nearly got knocked off their feet as the green humanoid figure landed on its head with a loud WHUMP! Sanin ran to John's side and frantically asked if he was all right. "Ow," John said, crawling out of the crater he had made and rubbing his head. "Um...yeah, I'm fine." He was an orc once again. John had no idea what happened. It seemed like he ran out of power in dragon form and reverted to orc. But then why didn't that happen while he was an orc? Could the satyr have had something to do with this unexpected transformation?
Sanin sighed and shook his head. "Glad you're OK. I always reckoned orcs be thickheaded, but that's ridic..." Sanin trailed off as John growled at him, baring his sharp teeth. "Oh, get over yourself," he muttered.
John stood up and brushed the dirt off his orc body. Forgetting where he was, his large hands bounced his cock up and down a few times, and a small groan of pleasure escaped John's lips. Princess Jenny slowly walked over to the two men and coughed, causing John to snap out of it and cover himself up. "So," she said slowly. "You're a dragon-born orc?"
"Like I said, it's a long story." John said with a smirk. She was even more beautiful now that he could look at the same level as her. "But Sanin and I are glad to have assisted you. We ought to get you back home, everyone must be worried sick about you." There was a long silence. No one moved. "What?" John finally asked.
"Orcs and elves...don't exactly get along," Sanin said, as diplomatically as he could. "I don't think it'd be safe if John went with us. But I'd be happy to escort you, princess."
"Bullshit," John thought darkly. "He just wants to claim the reward for saving the princess for himself." But then, John heard the sound of hooves approaching the party. His blood ran cold. Hooves? Could it be the satyr? "Quiet! Someone's coming," he sharply whispered to the princess and dwarf. He snatched the battle axe from Sanin and sprang in front of the two in a battle position.