Not quite

Just as Dirk's body began to tense up in anticipation of release, Assha's fingers abruptly stilled, and she gave his penis a gentle squeeze. The pressure was enough to deny him the orgasm that had been building, and Dirk's eyes snapped open in frustration. He let out a low growl, his body straining against the sudden denial.

Niamh's laughter was like a splash of cold water, and she reached out to gently slap Dirk's stomach. "Not so fast, village boy," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "We're not going to let you cum just yet."

Assha's fingers remained wrapped around the base of his penis, holding him in a firm grip.

Assha's grip on Dirk's penis remained firm, and he could feel his arousal beginning to wane as the frustration of being denied his release set in. He let out a low growl, his body still tense and straining against her grip.

Niamh's laughter continued to ring out, and she leaned in close to Dirk's ear, her breath hot against his skin. "You see, village boy, with this little thing you have to earn the right to cum," she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement. "And we have yet to decide if you are worthy."

Just then, a wicked idea seemed to spark in Niamh's eyes, and a sly smile spread across her face. "The Black Reaver's twat is still messy with Gorge's cum," she said, her voice dripping with mischief. "Why don't you be a good boy and lick it clean?" The words hung in the air, and Dirk's eyes darted to Eilwy, who was still floating motionless nearby. Assha's grip on his penis tightened slightly, as if to remind him that he was still at their mercy.

Dirk's stomach twisted with a mix of revulsion and arousal at the suggestion.

"No way am I going to lick that troll's cum out of her pussy," Dirk said, his voice firm with disgust, despite the fact that his penis was still throbbing with arousal in Assha's grip. Niamh's smile only grew wider, her eyes sparkling with mischief, as she took a step closer to him. "Oh, come now, village boy," she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. "It's not like you have a choice. You want to cum, don't you?" She reached out a hand and gently stroked the head of his penis, making him shudder with a mix of pleasure and revulsion.

"If I lick it up, you'll both really let me come?" he asked unsurely, his voice barely above a whisper. The words felt dirty and degrading on his lips, but the prospect of release was too enticing to resist. Niamh's smile grew even wider, her eyes glinting with amusement as she exchanged a look with Assha.

Assha's grip on his penis tightened, and she gave it a gentle squeeze, as if to remind him of her control. "We'll not only let you come, village boy," she purred, "but we'll make sure it's the most intense orgasm you've ever had."

Niamh's eyes sparkled with amusement as she took a step closer to Dirk, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "If you be a good boy and lick every drop of troll cum up, I'll even put your tiny penis in my mouth," she sexily teased, her lips pursing together in a provocative pout. Assha's grip on his penis tightened, as if to emphasize the offer, and Dirk's eyes darted to Eilwy's still-motionless form.