Did we forget about the main antagonist?

Dirk was spent after his orgasm, but **** himself to get up a crawl back towards the magic lamp he had hidden behind a tree. He needed to make another wish before Eilwy recovered. If she wanted to kill him before... now she probably wouldn't stop short of torturing him for a hundred years.

A frightful sight stopped him in his tracks. The Enchantress's freezing and shrinking spell had worn off, and the angry troll was now storming towards them. Gorge was uninterested in the scrawny village boy; he easily picked him up and tossed him like a rag doll. Dirk's head slammed into a thick tree trunk knocking him ****.

Gorge began approaching the witch who was still laying naked on the grass, her now much larger breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. Something gleaming in the sunlight caught his eye. "Shiny!" Gorge exclaimed gleefully. The witch was a threat, but Gorge figured he had time to check out the shiny thing before she recovered.

The troll scooped up the lamp, rubbing it with his large hands to make it more shiny. "Shiny!" Gorge exclaimed. The troll liked shiny things; in fact there was only one thing he liked more...

Suddenly Mariam, the exotic genie stood before him. "Greetings-" She paused, staring at the troll in surprise. She had expected Eilwy to have reclaimed the lamp, or there was a slight chance Dirk somehow survived and wanted to make his next wish. Mariam thought she had seen everything, but in all her years, she never recalled ever being freed by a troll. "Thank you for freeing me from the lamp. I will now grant you three wishes. You may ask for them now, or - "

Gorge glanced at the **** enchantress and didn't hesitate. "Magic no hurt Gorge, and me want girl!!" He shouted. Mariam gasped as his wishes were granted and resisted the sudden urge to throw off her scant clothing and throw herself at the troll.

Gorge considered taking the genie girl, but decided on first getting **** on the witch who magicked him and escaped his clutches. Mariam retreated back to her lamp, safely assuming he wouldn't be making a third wish yet, perhaps because he couldn't even count that high. Still, as a dumb creature, he had managed to make better wishes than many more intelligent beings.

As time resumed, Eilwy staggered back to her feet and quickly took in her surroundings. The dumb village boy lay **** and the troll that he had distracted her from stuffing in a jar was lumbering towards her. Well, she was ready this time. Eilwy took a deep breath, gathered her strength, and began chanting.