“A half-orc,” he said allowed.
“What the fuck are you doing!” the female half-orc demanded. She was naked and fixed to the thick timbers of the bed. What Knut did in the privacy of his own room wasn’t really for Morgan to say…except that whatever it was that he had been doing with the half-orc was unconsciously loud and shaking the tower.
Morgan couldn’t help but stare at the naked half-orc. Her wrists and ankles were circled by heavy black iron manacles which were literally bolted to the heavy timbers of Knut’s wide, low bed reinforced for his weight. Tattoos covered her body, a variety of designs and pictures that Morgan couldn’t take in all at once. In contrast to the hairy dwarf the only place in on her body that had any hair was on her head which was shaved short, a common style for orcs, but since she was naked, it made her seem even more naked. Her eyes were angled and wide-set, confirming substantiating the connection between orc and elf. Morgan wasn’t sure where to look. Small metal shields covered her nipples, held in place thick copper rods through her flesh. No other metal decorated her body, but when his eyes fell to between the orc’s legs, the size of the steel dildo implanted in her cunt took Morgan aback. While he couldn’t be certain, it certainly seemed like it was the same size as what Sim was sporting between his legs.
“Uh…interrupting, apparently,” said Morgan, answering the half-orc’s question. He looked to Knut. It was easier to look at a naked dwarf than it was a naked half-orc. “You were shaking the godsforsaken tower.”
Knut looked guiltily at the hammer in his hand. “Sorry, sir. I guess we let the moment get away from us.” Knut rarely used any honorific when talking to Morgan. “She was enjoying it.”
“I was,” said the half-orc. “Do you know how hard it is for me to get my rocks off with anyone?”
“Uh…no I don’t. And your name is?”
“Lili. Now would you get the fuck out of the room so we can finish?”
Morgan turned to leave, but paused to look back at Knut and his hammer. “Look, I don’t care what you do with…with Lili, just be careful. And stop shaking this gods cursed tower.”
“Right boss.” Knut wasn’t looking at him; he was looking at Sim, his head tilted all the way back to take in the tall man. “Who’re you?”
“Sim.”
Morgan pushed Sim toward the door. “Just a quarryman in need of a little help. Carry on.” He nodded once to Lili the half-orc and pushed Sim the rest of the way out the door.
Closing the door behind him, Morgan gathered his thoughts which were immediately interrupted by a slightly muffled hammering, grunts, and a set of giggles. He wasn’t sure if it was Knut or Lili who was giggling.
“Why?”
Morgan looked to Sim. “Why what?”
“Why was he usin’ a hammer on her cunny?”
There was no easy answer to that question. “Dwarves and orc, right? Who can understand them and their weird sex kinks?”
Sim nodded and then said. “I’d fuck her.”
Morgan nodded once. “Good to know. Now let’s go take a look at your cock.”
“Not my cock. Someone else’s.”
“Right. I forgot.”
Chapter Seven
The good thing was that Sim had no shyness about lifting his kilt and letting Morgan examine his huge, giant cock. In the laboratory it was easy for Morgan to slip into the role of authoritarian expert.
The cock that Sim sported was, undoubtedly to Morgan’s eyes, not the man’s own. The skin color and tone didn’t match, plus the fact that the head hung to his knees gave away its origins.
“Does it work and feel normal?”
Sim shrugged. He was seated on one of the long, narrow, empty tables in the laboratory. His legs were splayed on either side of the table with his cock resting heavily on the stone surface.
“Yeh. Pissed this mornin’, not trouble.”
“Uh huh. Want to tell me how this happened?”
Sim shrugged. “I just woke up this mornin’ and…there it was.”
Morgan looked skeptically at the big man. “What happened last night?”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“It’s a long story?” he said with a shrug. The way he spoke made it more of a question than a statement.
“Go ahead and tell me.”
“I was workin’ in the quarry, you know, breakin’ rocks and there was this girl.”
“There always is.”
“And she was pretty and was watchin’ me and…”
“And she took an interest in you,” Morgan prompted.
“Uh-huh. When we had a lunch break, instead of eatin’, I walked across the quarry to talk to her.”
“Let me stop you there, Sim. Did anyone else working in the quarry say anything to you about this girl?”
He slowly shook his head. “No.”
“Did you say anything to anyone else about her?”
“Not then.”
“Tell me the rest.”
“Well…normally girls don’t pay me any mind because I’m so big and ugly.”
“You’d think that girls would like a big guy,” said Morgan.
The big man didn’t take him meaning and shook his head. “No…but she did. She was…very interested in me,” he said with a grin, remembering what had happened. “Normally to get a girl interested in me, I have to go to Miss Brandywine’s.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Morgan agreed. “And so you had sex with her.”
“Uh-huh,” he said with a smile.
“Just like that?”
“Yeah, but we talked for a bit first and then we did it.” Sim grinned.
“What did you talk about?”
Sim’s thick brow furrowed. “I…I don’t remember.”
“I’m not surprised.”
“Are you callin’ me stupid?” Sim switched to anger now.
“No. I think you were ensorcelled. Can you describe the girl?”
“Yeah,” he said brightly. “She was big. As big as me.”
“Mmm-hmm. What else?”
Sim opened his mouth to answer, but said nothing. “I…I don’t know.”
“I’m not surprised. Lots of giants use magic to trick humans into sex.”
It took the big man a minute to understand what Morgan was saying. “I had sex with a giant?”
“A giantess actually. But that’s my suspicion. And it’s my suspicion too that she stole your penis.”
“What?”
Morgan shrugged. “A woman your size has to be a giantess. If she was stalking you at the quarry, my guess is she needed something, so she seduced you and stole your manhood.”
Sim gestured at the giant cock between his thighs. “But she gave me this!”
“Good point. More than likely she swapped your cock with a giant’s cock.”
Sim’s brow, already furrowed, furrowed even further. “Someone else has my cock?”
Morgan, a grin on his face, nodded. “You’ve got it.”
“But…why?”
The wizard rolled his shoulders. “For that…I haven’t the faintest idea. I can only speculate.”
“Speculate?”
It was impossible to tell if Sim was asking a question or making a statement. “I can only guess,” Morgan clarified. “But I think that you might the victim of an elaborate prank.”
“Why me?” Sim asked plaintively.
“Why you indeed.”
Morgan’s wife arrived back at the tower and made her way to his tower. As was usual, Morgan didn’t look up when she came in. She circled the room twice, giving him a more than ample opportunity to comment.
When she paused on the opposite side of the table containing the books he was studying he finally spoke. “Yes, dear, I see you have a new dress. Very nice.”
“You did notice.”
“I notice everything about you dear.” He didn’t look up from his books.
“Oh really?”
“A shapeshifting wife can be a blessing or a bur
den. Today, as always, it is both. You have the body of an elf maiden…but it’s impossible to tell if you are twenty four years old or two hundred and forty.”
“I could get used to being an elf,” she commented running her hands over her body. While he closet was full of dressing of all sizes and cuts, this body was particularly slim and so she took the opportunity to visit the dressmaker’s in town. She paused with her hands over her tits. They were tiny, hardly more than bumps, but even though she couldn’t generate any cleavage with her current body, it was a trade-off she was willing to make.
“I notice everything,” Morgan repeated. “You have a tiny mole under your right breast, a heart-shaped birthmark on your left shoulder blade and not a single hair between your legs.”
Cassandra snorted. It was an unladylike sound. It was an un-elflike sound. But she was neither of those things so it suited her. “You would, of course, notice the third item first.”
Morgan glanced up from his books. “I did fuck you and eat your cunt this morning. It was better than what Melsa brought for breakfast.”
A smile tugged on Cassandra’s lips. “Naughty.” She pulled the strings that kept the top of her dress closed and pulled down the neckline.
“I’m in the middle of something,” Morgan said as she headed toward the silver mirror in the room’s corner.
“I’m not inviting you to fuck me,” she said as she inspected both her breasts. They were the tiny twin orbs of a young lass…or an elf of any age. She rarely changed into an elf. Turning her head she admired her long, tapered ears that poked up through her red-gold hair. For just half a second she thought that her husband was wrong and the mole was under her left breast, but then she remembered she was looking in a mirror. “Athena’s tits,” she cursed softly.
“Yours are prettier than hers,” Morgan said, his nose still buried in the book.
Dropping the new dress to the floor, she twisted and turned her body, trying to see her back to see if he was right about the heart-shaped birthmark, but she couldn’t crane her body into the correct position. She’d need another mirror.
“Don’t try to entice me to fuck your very beautiful, very nubile, very naked body. I’m busy.”
“I wasn’t trying to do that,” she assured her husband as she sauntered out of the corner and walked by his table. She wasn’t naked. There was a tiny scrap of white silk between her legs and around her hips. Morgan didn’t know why she bothered to wear it at all. It only hid her cunt, which was just annoying. “You’ll never guess what I encountered on the way home,” she said.
The tower was technically within the city but actually stood on the outskirts within one of the protective walls but far enough away from any structures in the event of a magical disaster. “Was it a large man by the name of Sim?”
Cassandra opened her mouth, said nothing, raised a finger, lowered it, and then said, “I don’t know his name, but I could see his cock hanging out the bottom of his kilt. He greeted me with great enthusiasm and bragged the wizard of the city was going to fix his cock.”
“I did make a promise of that sort.”
“Care to explain?”
He looked up at her. His wife’s body was a thousand times more enchanting than what was in the pages of his magical tome. “I think a giantess enchantress either stole his cock and replaced it with a giant-sized version or maybe enlarged his because she found him an inadequate lover.”
Cassandra leaned over his book. If she had any substantial tits they would have hung down and brushed along the rough parchment. She did not have tits of any substantial size. “Do I want to know the whole story?”
“No.”
“So you got one right,” she said, slowly turning around to let Morgan ogle her ass. Cassandra could tell it was small but taut. Moving carefully she leaned forward, letting him get a partial view of her nethers. “Want to guess who else I encountered.”
“Half-orc by the name of Lili, probably a prostitute.”
“How do you know these things?”
“It’s my job. And Knut hired her. I think. Or maybe she just fucked him because she liked him. They were shaking the tower. And now that I get a better look at you, I’m starting to think that this new body of yours might have some human blood in it. Definitely not half-elf. Not even quarter-elf. Maybe there’s a great-grandparent in there.”
Cassandra’s torso was now parallel to the floor. She reached up between her legs, enjoying the slick feel of her hairless labia, got her finger wet with the juices that leaked from between her lips, and wiggled a finger into her tightly puckered anus. Morgan groaned in complaint. That’s all she was looking for.
“I think I’m going to go to our bedroom to masturbate. All this talk about human’s with giant dongs and half-orc prostitutes has me hot and bothered.” She pulled her finger from out of her anus and made a beeline for the door. Morgan jumped up and stumbled around the table. She already had a good lead on him.
Running up the stairs Cassandra marveled at the endurance her body had. Too often she woke up with a body that didn’t meet her desires to match her mind-set. That is old and decrepit women. She wasn’t going to let an elf body go to waste. It was well-known that elves were incredibly promiscuous and she could feel the elf’s hormones coursing through her veins; her body was ripe and begging to be fucked.
Morgan was hot behind her. Literally. She hot gotten him worked up and hard. His eyes were level with her young, ripe ass. She made it to their bedroom on the top floor and slammed the door shut in his face. The lock clicked into place before he could open it.
Being a wizard had its advantages. A simple cantrip and the lock sprang open, but by then his wife was already in bed, plunging an enchanted glass phallus between her legs. The sex toy was of only average size, but in the elf’s small body it looked huge which only caused Morgan’s cock to swell all the harder.
“My lover beat you to it,” she told him, her eyes unfocused as she worked the phallus in and out of her cunt. “I’ll be done soon.”
“I can wait,” Morgan said with a casualness that he didn’t feel and began undressing. “I don’t mind having you after your lover. A warmed up and well-used cunt has certain advantages over a virgin’s. Give me an experienced woman who loves getting cock over an innocent maiden.”
“Are you calling your wife a slut?”
“With a gigantic magical dildo up her twat while she pinches her nipple?” he asked her as he stroked his cock. He was naked now and didn’t want to cum, but he didn’t want his erection to abate at all. Not until he plunged it into her elf-body. He’d already had her once that morning and would fuck her a second time now this afternoon. If all went well, he’d fuck her again in the evening before they went to bed and she changed her body for the next day. “Yes. You’re the sluttiest woman I’ve ever seen. The sluttiest woman I’ve ever fucked.”
“Oohhh….oh thank you,” she moaned as her small body writhed and then shook as an orgasm passed through her. Morgan admired the vista she had created and then joined her on the bed, taking the enchanted toy from her hand and forcing her legs apart. “Are you going to fuck me?” she panted.
“Yes. I’m going to fuck you just the way you deserve.” There was no complaint or resistance from Cassandra as he moved his cock into her. She inhaled deeply and let it out as a moan as he penetrated her. As an elf, her cunt was smaller and tighter than what was normal for them, but Morgan didn’t mind. It was warm and wet and pleasant. Her cunt also gently tingled his cock, a remnant from the enchantment of the toy she had used upon herself.
“You’re filling me up,” she moaned.
“I should hope so.”
“More,” she begged.
Morgan laughed. “How much more do you want?”
“Like Sim,” she hissed in his ear. “I want you to fuck me with a cock as big as Sim’s. You can do it. You’re a wizard and you made me those wonderful toys…”
“If I enlarged myself like Sim, I’d split you in h
alf,” he told her as he slammed his cock in and out of her cunt. She might have been an elf at the moment, but her cunt welcomed his cock. Then again, elves were completely sexual creatures so it was no wonder that she so easily bedded him.
“I’d die happy,” she declared.
“I wouldn’t,” he laughed.
“Just make me cum.”
“You already came once.”
“Make me cum,” she ordered, but it sounded like begging. “I need you to make me cum with your cock.”
He made her cum with his cock. It wasn’t difficult. In bed Cassandra was an easy woman to please. By making her cum, he was able to finish as well and she welcomed the hot flood of spunk he deposited inside her.
“Do you think I’ll get pregnant this time?” she asked as they rested together on the bed.
Morgan shook his head. “I don’t think so. Elves are notoriously difficult to impregnate, especially by humans. That’s partly why they live so long.”
Cassandra nodded and flexed the fingers on her right hand. They were slightly numb. The magical enchantment in her toy had left her fingers—and her cunt—tingling. That was normal after using the glass phallus. She wondered if her husband would be willing to make more of them. There had to be a market for the toys among noblewomen and wives or rich merchants, the sort of women who were often on their own, away from their husbands.
“I’m not certain I’d want to be an elf the rest of my life anyway,” said Cassandra.
“We’ll make a real attempt when you have a body that you want to keep,” Morgan said.
She nodded silently in agreement. Sometimes waking up with a new body every day was an incredible adventure. Sometimes it was a soul-crushing burden. “The books I saw you with this afternoon,” she said, changing the subject, “they weren’t the ones I saw you with this morning.”
“Yes, I shifted my studies away to address Sim’s problem.”
“Will you need my help?”
“I don’t think so, but would you stay in the tower for the rest of the day? I might need some assistance.”
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