Your Old Body Convinces Your Brother To Let You Go

You stifle a cry - your new frail body felt shattered by the impact your brother had given you.

"Brother, this elf has been, er, infected by foul magics. I've already drunk the antidote in the prison, meaning that only I can cure her of it. You will be able to use her to your liking after I've cured her," your old body lies in an attempt to convince him otherwise.

Your brother looks at you, seemingly strained by his state of thought. You could tell from the throbbing motion his cock was making that he was finding it hard to control himself. Indeed, as with any orc, the chance to take a dark elf for his own was very desirable.

"Ugh. Very well. But she better give me some good service once you're done fixing her curse," he growled. He walked a few steps back, sat down, and folded his arms. "Get on with it, then!"