The Troll returns

Thwak!

Assha gave a satisfying yelp and hopped as Eilwy whipped her skinny ass with the switch. Then she quickened her pace satisfactorily, with a brief accusatory glance over her shoulder.

"Aw, don't cry dear," Eilwy teased. "It's just a spanking."

Eilwy grinned. Both nymphs now had several bright red marks on their asses, reminders to keep moving quickly through the forest. The marks on Niamh's darker skin were less easy to see, but in any case Eilwy was being careful not to do any serious harm to either girl. She wanted all the marks to be healed before she sold the Nymphs at the **** market.

She could just picture the kind of fat, rich pervert that would love to get his hands on their poor flesh, and she didn't want to damage the goods.

She smiled with a nasty satisfaction, intent on leaving the forest as quickly as possible.

In fact, she was so intent on directing her two captives through the forest that she didn't hear the sounds of the Troll following the group, even though he struggled to be quiet given his massive frame.

Gorge had actually been following the Nymphs ever since they fled the World Tree. He'd seen them slipping away from the Pit, and after he'd finished smashing up the place he'd immediately followed them. After all, he'd had a very bad day, and he felt like he deserved a turn on the nasty little nymphs that had caught him earlier on in their vines. It was only right, after all.

He'd caught up with them just in time to see Eilwy capture them. He had planned to just charge the group and use his huge Troll strength to subdue them, but it became quickly obvious that the black robed figure was some kind of powerful witch, and Gorge wasn't entirely stupid, so he hid and watched and bided his time.

He wasn't entirely stupid, but he wasn't the brightest creature in the forest either. It was a while before he recognised Eilwy. In fairness, the last time he'd seen her she'd been naked, and she cut a more imposing figure in her long black robe with her head help proudly.

Still - a witch! So that was it! The little human bitch he had been fucking the previous day had been a damn witch!

Gorge felt his heart harden with malice. His bad day must have been HER doing all along. That damn witch. And he hadn't even had the chance to finish fucking her. In fact, he hadn't had a single opportunity to cum since he first laid hands in her!

So the Troll followed the trio through the forest, enjoying the sight of the nymph's naked bodies but mainly fantasizing about what powerful Eilwy would look like without the black robe and watching for an opportunity to make his move.

His opportunity finally came at the very edge of the forest, by the bridge over the River Dhun.

"Wait!" Eilwy commanded her captives. "Stop a moment!"

She couldn't quite believe it. There, by the roadside, surrounded by a clump of long grasses, was the mushroom she had entered the forest to find what seemed like an age ago. It was a key ingredient in so many spells, and so difficult to find! She must have it!

She kneeled down, and pulled at the mushroom. But its roots were strong. She bit her lip thoughtfully, and tried digging a little around the base. But its roots were deep. She tried cutting it with her own knife, but the root was tough. She wished she'd thought to bring Scar's knife with her.

Her attention was so focussed on the problem at hand that didn't hear the Troll creeping up behind her, its cock swinging like a club and dripping with intent.

Assha noticed the Troll though, and her eyes lit up with hope. She couldn't help nudging Niamh, whose face lit up with glee at the sight. Niamh let out a slight giggle.