Nope

With an effort, Eilwy spoke the first words of her spell, and she saw the fear and sudden uncertainty in Scar's eyes. But then the poison in her veins took effect, and she mumbled the final syllables, the spell fading to nothing. Her muscles relaxed and with a frustrated grunt she slid slowly to the forest floor and lay sprawled, face down.

"What have you done to me?" She spat, somewhat surprised that she could still talk.

There was no answer, but she heard the soft pad, pad, pad of Scar's feet closing in. She strained her muscles in frustration trying to lift her head, but they did not respond.

Then she heard a laugh, and a hand slowly rubbed her bottom through her robe.

"Get off me!"

"I think not," Scar sneered, somewhere out of view. "I've waited a long time for this. Now, shall we see who's really wet their pants?"

Grinning, Scar slowly lifted Eilwy's robe over her back, revealing her slender legs and tight black panties. What a shapely, firm ass this enchantress had! He ran his finger over the soft fabric of her underwear, tracing a line down the centre of her round cheeks to the tender spot between her legs where her sensitive vulnerability was. Eilwy gave a grunt of frustrated protest. He grinned at the slight wet patch already forming there.

"Oh, Black Reaver!" He taunted, starting to rub her gently. "You're enjoying yourself! You're just a little human girl after all. I'm actually a bit disappointed." He grinned at her curses, and rubbed her more urgently, pushing her panties slightly into her pussy and actually managing to make her moan.

"Get off me you creep!"

Scar had no such intention. He slipped his knife into Eilwy's belt and cut through it in one slice. Then he tore her robe slowly, enjoying the sound of the tearing cloth and the enchantress's increasingly exposed skin. A few slices later and the robe lay tattered and useless under the enchantress's fine, slim body.

Then he dropped his trousers and pressed his throbbing, engorged cock against the fabric of her panties, pushing it teasingly between her cheeks and causing the fabric to go tight. He delighted in Eilwy's fearful gasp.

"You wouldn't dare!"

Eilwy tried to struggle, but her limbs were unresponsive. She felt lustful goblin spit dribble onto her back. She cursed silently - she sinply had to get away! There was no way she, the Black Reaver, could get ass fucked by a mere goblin! But she could feel the goblin pressing down on her, the warmth of its breath on her back on the cool night air.

"Don't worry," hissed Scar. "The poison makes you go a bit limp for a while, but you'll still feel everything just fine."

He slid his knife into the waistband of Eilwy's panties and cut them loose. He held them up and grinned - the Black Reaver's panties would make a fine trophy! He looked down at Eilwy's smooth, rounded bottom and lowered himself back down. He pressed his cock teasingly between her cheeks, enjoying again how Eilwy gasped fearfully. This time he pressed the tip of his cock against the tight, dry starfish of her asshole, teasing her, but not yet pushing himself in.