The Spell Finishes

As the spell finishes the old man wastes away and your old orc body sits up slowly groaning. As he makes his way over to you he stops and runs his eyes over his new perfect mate. Your body is covered in sweat and your pussy has made a pool under you drenching your legs making your dark skin shine in the dim light. Your face is one of total lust and desperation with large lump lips accenting. a soft perfect face. Your thick brown hair flows down onto you massive breasts. Larger than any elf they are the perfect size for orc hands and cocks. They sit perfectly on a body sculpted by your master. Your much wider hips than any elf provide easy grip to be fucked by and to bear children. You can see your master's new massive orc cock harden as he approaches you.

Your master wastes no time sliding into you as he begins to fuck you, still inexperienced he cums quickly filling your belly but that doesn't slow him down. Over the course of serval hours, he unties you as he uses every single hole in your body. At the end he takes extra time to fill you deep with his seed saying "You wouldn't be a very good mate if you weren't pregnant now would you" and you just moan "Yes masterrr" as he breeds you.

As afternoon turns to night both of you curl up and drift off into sleep.