Eilwy intends

Eilwy swung her bag over her shoulder, feeling considerably better to be dressed again.

Two goblins, fleeing the Troll in terror, nearly ran straight into her. They made the mistake of waving their spears at her in a vaguely threatening way, so she set their hair on fire and smiled to herself as they ran shrieking into the forest.

Her powers were back.

Now there would be hell to pay for those that had tried to strip the Black Reaver of her dignity.

She glanced around the chaos. The two nymphs, Niamh and Assha, were retreating into the forest, clearly hoping to avoid any trouble. Eilwy's eyes narrowed. If those bitches hadn't have dragged her here, she would never have suffered the indignity of being **** to suck on Scar's horrid goblin cock.

Talking of which... on the other side of the Pit, Scar had lurched to his feet and was rapidly buttoning his pants, with a wary eye on the rampaging Troll. The Dark Faery was slowly limping away from him, naked and dirty, head bowed, one hand clutching her poor sore ass. Her wings, still bound with rope, gave the ocaisional futile flutter.

Eilwy felt no pity for the Dark Faery, and in fact exulted in her shameful fate - but it was clear that her punishment had already been handed out. Being **** by one of her own goblins in front of all the forest creatures had seen the end of her power and credibility.

Scar though.... Eilwy remembered his taunts as she choked on his cock in the Dark Faery's dungeon. That dirty fucking goblin, she thought grimly. He needs a lesson about crossing the Black Reaver that he'll never forget.