Eilwy gets caught

Eilwy was looking a pair of lithe, dark-haired forest nymphs, no more than twenty years old, wearing diaphanous pale green slips over their slender bodies, their eyes sparkling with amusement, cheeky smiles playing on their faces. And they were looking at her. All of her.

"Hey!" she yelped, covering herself with her hands and doing her best to look innocent. "You were spying on me!"

"You were playing with yourself," observed the nymph on the left, whose name was Niamh. "In public."

"And we caught you," said the nymph on the right, whose name was Assha. "Now you're in trouble."

"I wasn't... I don't even know what that means." Eilwy tossed her hair back, haughtily, and stood up straight, making sure to keep her hands over her body. She looked around the forest floor for her dress, and finally found it in Niamh's hands. "That's not your property. Give that back at once."

"Naughty little spy girl, playing with her pussy," giggled Niamh, waving the dress in the air. Eilwy stood and scowled. She wanted to make a grab for it, but forest nymphs were quick, and she didn't want to move her arms. "Bet she thought she was so clever, spying on that pathetic paladin. Bet she thought she was invisible."

"But she wasn't," teased Assha. "And now she knows what it's like to be spied on. Did you know we were watching the whole time?"

"We saw everything," said Niamh.

"You were stroking your little clit," said Assha.

"And I bet we know what you were thinking about," said Niamh.

"I wasn't thinking about anything," snapped Eilwy. "I... I had a cramp."

"A cramp in your pussy?"

"A cramp in my thigh! I was massaging it!"

"Is that why you had to take off all your clothes?" said Niamh. "And strip completely naked?"

"Or did you just like it?" suggested Assha. "Did you like the idea of taking all your clothes off in public?"

"It wasn't public! Nobody could see me!"

"We saw you," said Niamh.

"We saw everything," said Assha, grinning. "Do you know what we do to silly little girls who take off all their clothes and play with themselves in our forest?"

"No."

"Neither do we," said Niamh. "Nobody's ever been stupid enough to do it before."

"You're the first," said Assha.

"We'll have to think of something special," said Niamh.

Eilwy's face coloured. She knew what kind of cruel pranks the nymphs liked to play on humans who blundered into their forest. There were enchanted villages, deep in the heart of the woods, where captive adventurers were subjected to all manner of devious torments, lasting for weeks on end, until they were willing to throw themselves naked into the dirt and beg the giggling girls for mercy. She'd seen their slime pits, and their tickle contests. She wanted to stay as far away from it as possible. That kind of thing was fine for normal people, but she was Eilwy the Enchantress. She didn't deserve it.

"Do you know who I am?" she snapped.

"You're Eilwy the Enchantress," said Assha, calmly.

"Then you know I could blast you to smithereens where you stand!"

"Perhaps you could blast one of us," said Niamh. "But the other would have time to get away."

"And the first thing she'd do once she'd gotten away is tell everyone in the forest about the time she caught Eilwy the Enchantress masturbating."

"Stark naked in the forest, like a little slut in heat."

"Dreaming of a goblin cock up her ass."

"So instead," said Niamh, smiling in a way that Eilwy really didn't like, "we thought we could make a deal."

"You don't try to blast us to smithereens," said Assha, "and we don't tell everyone in the forest you were masturbating."

"And maybe," suggested Niamh, "if you do a little something for us, we might even give you your dress back."