Eilwy intercepts the nymphs

Eilwy closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment, feeling the chill of the nights breeze on her cheeks, putting the quiet sounds of the forest to the back of her mind.

....there, she thought finally. There they are, the little bitches.

She could picture the two nymphs, Assha and Niamh, as they made their way through the dark forest. They had managed to escape the carnage at the World Tree unscathed, and they were now making their way back home. They hadn't managed to secure the Troll as they had planned, but nonetheless they still had a lot to report back to the nymph elders.

Eilwy felt a familiar anger bubble up inside her. The nymphs intended to humorously recount the story of the Dark Faery's humiliation at the World Tree, and the Black Reaver's own humiliation at the hands of the Troll.

She gripped her bag grimly. "I don't think so, you little whores."

Eilwy shut her eyes again and concentrated, picturing the fastest way through the forest to intervene with the nymphs before they got back to their home. There was a fairly direct route through the forest, and using her magic to get through the brush she could manage the distance fairly quickly.

She set off with a determined stride. As she made her way through the brush, the sun slowly rose and cast its warm rays down through the tree branches. On occasion, a glimpse through the trees would show the plumes of black smoke still rising from the devastation at the increasingly distant World Tree.

Eventually she passed through a particularly nasty thicket and saw the two nymphs in the distance. The tall, light skinned nymph called Assha was picking her way carefully through the bushes, with the shorter, darker Niamh close behind. Both were wearing short, green smocks.

Eilwy moved behind them and stamped her foot on the ground. "Praxis Zont!" she commanded, feeling the familiar power flowing through her.

Niamh jumped and span round, paling in fear. "Oh Gods, she's found us!" Then a blast of energy struck her directly in the chest, sending her flying backwards into the bushes.

Assha reacted quickly, arching her back to emphasise the swell of the small, pert breasts under her smock and firing a lust spell at Eilwy. Most mortals would have been left in a state of helpless, begging desperation as a result of the spell, pleading for a touch of the lovely Nymph and entirely at her mercy. But Eilwy was no normal mortal. She brushed the spell away contemptuously and threw a cloud of magic powder back at the Nymph, which exploded around her in a pink cloud. Assha was soon bent in double, gasping, hopping around and itching herself desparately under her smock. It felt like she was being nibbled by a thousand tiny ants!

Smiling grimly, Eilwy turned to finish Niamh, who had pulled herself out of the bush. She raised her hand to throw the itching spell at her, too.

"Forest save me!" Niamh blurted in panic.

Immediately, a thick vine snaked out from the forest and wrapped around Eilwy's wrist, pulling her off balance and disrupting her spell.

"Dammit! No!" Eilwy raged, as another vine wrapped around her other wrist and pulled her arms wide apart. She let out a cry of frustration as more vines wrapped around her ankles, lifting her from the ground and pulling her legs open into a "v" shape.

Niamh stepped forward, looking relieved and smiling delightedly. "Looks like you lose again, Black Reaver! Looks like you still have a lesson or two to learn, you foolish human!"

Niamh gave a sharp nod, and Eilwy felt a thick, slimey vine slip under her robe and slowly start tracing up her thigh, looking to exploit her feminine vulnerability