Eilwy gets fingered

Niamh ran her hand over Eilwy's taut body, grinning at the sudden burst of furious, impotent twisting when she brushed her hand teasingly over the enchantress's exposed bush of neatly trimmed hair.

"Oooh, so pretty," she said. "Who would have guessed that the Black Reaver was so pretty?" Eilwy bucked and twisted, but the vines held her tight as Niamh's hand lightly brushed her nipples. "So pink and delicate!"

Niamh lowered her voice to a teasing whisper. "I want to see you cum again, Black Reaver. This time on my finger."

She slipped her hand between Eilwy's legs and stroked her inner thighs teasingly. Eilwy's legs kicked in their bonds, but the vines held them open and ****.

"Can't you close your legs, little girl?" Niamh whispered in Eilwy's ear, feeling the enchantress pulling desperately against her bonds. "Feeling a little... exposed?"

Grinning, she ran her tongue over the enchantress's cheek. Her other hand had found its target, and tucked itself neatly and expertly between Eilwy's legs. Eilwy let out a long, muffled cry as the nymph's finger penetrated her, sliding easily into her wet pussy.

"Oh, you're wet, little girl! You like this, don't you!" Niamh laughed.

Assha was sat on a treestump by Gorge the troll, who was still tightly bound in vines. She grinned - this was a day that would be long remembered!

Eilwy squeezed her eyes shut as Niamh licked her face again. Niamh's breath was warm, and she knew if she opened her eyes she would be inches away the beautiful woodland tease who was taking so much pleasure in her discomfort.

Niamh's fingers quickly found Eilwy's weakest spot. She rubbed her enchantress gently, wanting her to enjoy it, and kneaded her breast with her other hand. Eilwy let out a muffled moan of desperation. She wouldn't be able to last long against this onslaught!