Eilwy gets free

Eilwy's body trembled with rage as she pulled herself free from the mud, her muscles straining as she pushed herself up to her feet. She turned to face Dirk, her eyes blazing with fury.

"How dare you!" she spat, her voice shaking with anger. "I can't believe you would do something like this to me!"

Dirk looked up at her, a mixture of confusion and fear etched on his face. "I-I didn't mean to hurt you," he stammered. "I thought you would enjoy it."

Eilwy's eyes narrowed.

Eilwy's eyes flashed with a fierce, otherworldly energy as she raised her hands, her fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air. The words of the incantation tumbled from her lips in a low, urgent whisper, and the air around her seemed to vibrate with the power of the spell. Dirk's eyes widened in terror as he felt the magic wash over him, his body stiffening as his muscles locked into place. He tried to speak, to apologize or plead for mercy, but his voice was frozen in his throat.

As the spell took hold, Eilwy's anger seemed to grow, her face twisting into a snarl of rage.

As the spell took hold, Dirk's body became rigid, his limbs locked in place as if rooted to the spot. Eilwy's eyes blazed with fury as she took a step closer to him, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. She raised a hand, and Dirk's head was **** upwards, his face tilted at an awkward angle. Eilwy's gaze swept over him, her expression twisted in a snarl of contempt.

With a sudden, fluid motion, Eilwy reached out and grasped the back of Dirk's head, her fingers digging deep into his hair. She pulled him forward, her movements economical and deliberate, and Dirk's frozen body was **** to bend at the waist.

Eilwy's grip on Dirk's hair tightened, her fingers twisting into a cruel knot as she pulled him closer to her body. Her eyes blazed with a fierce, almost feral intensity as she **** his face towards her gaping asshole, the tender flesh still throbbing with the aftershocks of the gnome's brutal violation. The air was heavy with the stench of sweat, mud, and sex, and Eilwy's chest heaved with ragged breaths as she prepared to exact her ****.

With a sudden, vicious jerk, Eilwy yanked Dirk's head forward, his face crashing into the wet, sticky mess that coated her asshole.

"Lick it up, you filthy pig," she snarled, her voice low and menacing.