Options, options...

The Dark Faery smiled. "I'm not sure. Something entertainingly public. Perhaps I shall grant them to the Slimes to insert their eggs. Or have the minotaurs fuck them on the alter to their Gods. Or perhaps I shall just have them wrestle each other naked, and for the loser pleasure the troll, Gorge."

At the sound of his name, Gorge gave a low growl. His huge arms tensed, and the Dark Faery found her self taking a step backwards in sudden fright with her wings unfurled for flight. The vines binding the troll strained.... but held firm. In her relief, she found herself glancing at the troll's massive, swinging cock. It had swollen half-erect, and she noticed with a sudden sense of shock that the troll was looking directly at her, eyes glinting with devious lust as it grew. She found herself taking a step backwards and pulling her smock tighter to her body protectively.

Assha giggled. "Have no fear! He is quite in our control."

"Yes! No more pussy pounding for the nasty troll!" Niamh teased, bending slowly over so her short shift exposed the swell of her ass to the troll. Gorge, cock now fully erect, lunged forward with a cry, but again the vines held him bound.

Assha giggled with her hand over her mouth. "Aw look! The poor little troll is sooo horny.... But can't even touch himself! Stuck with a frustrating bone!"

Sellina's wings folded slowly back. She had control again, and gave the nymphs a disgusted look. "Take no chances with it. How many of your kind have been overpowered and mounted by that thing? How many sent home sore after several hours with their legs helplessly kicking in the air? Take it to the dungeons at the World Tree and see that it is properly bound until I have use for it."

The two nymphs bowed low. "Of coure, Dark Faery."

As the nymphs dragged Gorge away, the leader of the Tree Goblins returned. Like others of his kind he was short and stocky, wearing only a tight loincloth. His leering face was heavily scarred from a fight with a lady paladin many moons back, which had earned him the nickname "Scar".

Tree Goblins, as the Dark Faery had noted on many occaisions, were not the most imaginative of creatures when it came to nicknames.

"Is Eilwy secure?" The Dark Faery asked.

"She is," Scar grinned. "We washed her and clothed her as you asked, although it was difficult because she kicked and struggled even as we sponged her. She is now hanging in the dungeon alongside the other human.... Both smelling of fresh lavender, I believe."

"Good!" Sellina smiled. "Now, I want you to gather all the wicked creatures of the forest here tomorrow evening - the wights, witches, minotaurs, werewolves, slimes, shadows, goblins and any of the other dark folk. Tell them..." Sellina paused and bit her lip. " Tell them they will bear witness to the utter shame and degredation of the Black Reaver and the White Witch."

Scar bowed and vanished into the trees. Sellina, alone at last, sat slowly on a tree stump and slipped her hand down to her wet pussy.

"This will be a night to remember," she whispered.