...elf. He wondered if he could even reach his hands around her waist, while knowing he could never manage her rounded hips. More coppery curls appeared below her navel, and the Orc smiled, watching Minhane's eyes travel about her body.
He struggled for words. Here, a member of a race he despised stood almost naked to him. He recalled the friends and family lost to the endless clashes between Orc and Elf. This latest conflict was turning out to be the strangest of them all.
"I am Luthiv," she said, hands on hips, "and you, Elf, are mine." She drew back the blanket and looked over his naked form.
Minhane did a double take when he glanced towards his feet. Where his Elven penis had been, a specimen over twice the size now stood, thick and pointing to the roof of the tent. When last he'd seen himself, he was the typical four inch Elven male (which seemed to suit his lifemate just fine), but now.. now a member as thick as his wrist bulged and twitched with every beat of his heart.
"Old Tarvag doing good work," she pointed out, lightly caressing the bulging head, "I would have pay him back in kind, had he not lost his meat to Dwarven axe those many year ago." She wore a smirk, and other than her boots, gloves and tattoos, that was all she wore.
She straddled his chest, bringing herself near his face. Throu...