Niamh's fingers dug deep into Eilwy and the nymph teased the enchantress's pink nipples with delicate flicks of her tongue, leaving them moist and erect. Eilwy writhed in her bonds, desperate to be free, determined to wreak vengence on the woodland folk tormenting her.
"The Black Reaver is just another scared little girl who's lost her panties in the woods!" Giggled Assha. She was perched on a tree stump by the fallen troll, watching intently and masturbating.
Niamh laughed. "She won't need panties anymore. She'll spend the rest of her life naked and on all fours, our dog!" She looked pleased as Eilwy shouted expletives into her gag and kicked her legs helplessly.
'Humans can't help but fall in lust with us," Niamh whispered in Eilwy's ear, "and follow us around with wide eyes begging us to pleasure them..." She shook her small, beautifully firm breasts teasingly. Eilwy found her eyes drawn to them, and to her horror found herself frustrated that the the slim brunette's breasts were still covered in leaves and her thin, almost invisible, tunic. If only she could see them... Feel them.... Maybe if she asked.....
No! Never! Eilwy shook her head fiercely. She would not fall under their spell and become the nymph's lapdog, their trophy!
Niamh giggled knowingly. "Don't fight it!" Her fingers kept stroking Eilwy's tender clit. "You like it, don't you? You don't want me to stop?"
Niamh's fingers pressed knowingly on Eilwy's clit and stroked tenderly. Eilwy squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think of something else. Dinner! Books! Anything! She would not give them the pleasure of seeing her orgasm, she would not fall under their spell.
But Niamh's had expert fingers; she pressed and stroked and teased, and as Eilwy twisted or tensed Niamh slowed or quickened her pace. Soon, a helpless moan was torn from Eilwy's lips before she could suppress it.
The slim nymph, sensing vulnerability, renewed her assault. |