She nods, again

Primal Slurtis licked his lips as Eilwy nodded her agreement. How cute the once mighty enchantress looked in her little red **** bikini, chained to the wall! Her **** upright posture meant that her slender, attractive body was stretched pleasantly taut. How he would like to run his tongue over her flat stomach and relieve her of those tiny panties, make her squirm a little!

Eilwy was glaring at him as if aware of his thoughts. He didn't care. He wasn't scared by little girls pretending to be fierce. He leered openly at her, trying to decide whether the visible fold in the red bikini pants was due to the tight fabric pushing against her little pussy lips. He thought it was.

Shame I won't get to see her trapped in that picture, he thought. She'd look great with her legs spread, on display, humiliated forever. If only there was a way...

"Good, good," Sylla was saying. Her leather armour creaked slightly as she shifted position. "Then we have an agreement, Eilwy. We shall see you this evening. Come, Slurtis - we need to hide you before the Marquess returns."

The rogue bitch didn't even look at him when she spoke. She was so disrespectful! She just turned on her heel and slipped out of the dungeon. Slurtis gave Eilwy one last look, banking the mental image of the helpless enchantress, and then followed her.

Sylla was a little ahead of him in the passage. Even in the dim light, she looked amazing in her tight leather armour - slender, lithe, sure footed, beautiful. She had her long brown hair tied back, which was a shame, although only to be expected on a night like this. She'd have her hair down again when she was back in a dress tomorrow. He smiled. Sylla might think herself tough, but her skin remained soft and at the end of the day she was just a girl. When he finally got her little panties off he intended to find out just how tough she really was.

He licked his lips, all too aware of his erection.

"Keep up, Slurtis," Sylla hissed, beckoning him. "And stay out of sight!"

"Primal Slurtis!" He muttered.

She turned her back on him again to peer around a doorway, and his eyes drifted to her pert little ass, beautifully framed in her tight leggings. For a moment he considered dragging her into a side cell for some fun. She wouldn't expect it, so he could probably overcome her despite her training. He smiled. She'd be a bit more respectful with her trousers and panties around her ankles.

Then he remembered the Marquess. He couldn't fall into her hands, that was for sure. No - he'd stick to the plan. Get rid of the Marquess, and then find a way for some time alone with the arrogant enforcer. Perhaps a curse of some kind? He smiled at the thought.

And what of Eilwy? How cute she looked in her little bikini, and how angry! If she was ungagged, she would be formidable. But maybe.... maybe there was a way to have her, too.

Sylla shot him another look as they dodged into the castle. She caught the glint in the priest's eye momentarily and suppressed a shudder. He's up to something, she thought grimly. If she didn't need all the help she could get for the operation, she would have already ditched the priest. But she knew he could be useful in a fight. She just needed to keep an eye on him.

They made their way back to her chambers, unseen. The sun was coming up over the horizon already. Sylla settled Slurtis in a small antechamber, from which a rapid escape through a window could be made if necessary, and locked the door behind her. Then she settled into her bed for a few hours sleep before the new day.