He wants poor Eilwy to do some work

Grinning, Scar lay back, hands behind his head, admiring the naked enchantress kneeling between his legs. Her face was a perfect picture of dismay. Scar's cock poked up like a fat green club, still glistening with Eilwy's spit as it stood erect in the moonlight.

"It's time for you to do some work," Scar said idly. "Ride it."

Eilwy looked around frantically for some escape, making the goblin guffaw. There was no way out for the witch now! She was clearly in no state to cast her magic, and she wasn't going to be able to run far - her knees were still trembling from her recent ass fuck.

"Please goblin," she pleaded, "You've had your way with me. Let me go!"

"Why? I'm still horny. You chased me into this forest for a reason, didn't you? You shouldn't have done that if you didn't like the consequences. Ride it."

Eilwy gazed at his cock, her eyes full of trepidation. "I could suck it for you," she said weakly. "On my knees. How would you like that?"

"Would you swallow?"

Tears welled in Eilwy's eyes and she blinked them away furiously. She was the most powerful enchantress in the western realms - how had it come to this? Naked in a dark forest, at the sexual mercy of a filthy goblin?

She nodded, once. "I would." Her face was lowered, her hair hanging down.

Scar laughed complacently. "I know you would. But it's not what I want this time. I want to see you work up a sweat. Climb on and ride it, show me what you've got."

Eilwy's eyes darted to her bag. Maybe if she could get a scroll or item from it, she could somehow.... but it was no good. Her bag lay too far away, and she felt too weak to use any of her items anyway. Many of them had unpleasant consequences if they were used incorrectly.

She reached out and brushed the goblin's cock with her fingertips. It swayed slightly and Scar grunted his encouragement. His fat cock pointed straight up at the moon.

It would be a shameful seat for the mighty enchantress.

"Quit stalling! The sooner you start riding, the sooner it will be over for you," Scar said slyly, eyeing his prey with amusement. Human girls were so funny! He never tired of the looks of disgust on their faces when they were preparing to take a goblin cock.

Seeing no escape, Eilwy reluctantly straddled the goblin, legs spread on either side of his short body. She took his fat cock in one hand and guided it expertly into position just below her pussy. She looked pleadingly at the goblin one last time, but there was no mercy in Scar's eyes - only triumph, lust, and amusement. Blushing once more, she lowered herself onto his cock. She bit her lip, eyes squeezed shut, as his inches slid into her and filled her.

He was as hard as stone, and she gave an involuntary gasp as the last inches of his shaft slipped in. She paused for a moment, eyes closed, bent over the goblin, balanced with her hands in the dirt on either side of the goblin's head and her knees sinking into the grass. All she could think of was the rock hard cock buried in her once private and secret area.

Scar's hands played absently with her small breasts, tweaking her nipples.

"Such lovely tits you've got, Black Reaver," Scar grinned. "So small, but so tasty. Now, ride me!"