She rides

Eilwy began to thrust from her hips, slowly grinding. Scar's cock was rock hard inside her, large, unforgiving and demanding.

She closed her eyes, hands resting on the grass either side of the small, gleeful goblin. She leaned backwards, enjoying his girth despite herself but trying to move her small breasts out of reach of his grasping hands. She tried to fantasize that she was somewhere else.

But where? Of course, Prince Deldrin. He was a good looking man, strong and broad. She'd never thought about him in this light before, but for the moment she imagined she was in his bed; that the grass in her hands was in fact the smoothest of silk sheets; and that the hard cock she was slowly riding was his royal member, erect in submissive homage to her beauty and skill. She let out a soft moan.

Thwak! A sharp slap on her poor ass brought her back to reality with a yelp.

"Lean forward so I can feel your little wizard tits," grinned Scar. "And keep your eyes open."

Eilwy leaned forward, knees squelching in the mud, and the goblin's teasing hands played with her little breasts, squeezing and kneading them. His ugly green face leared up at her triumphantly, as far from the handsome Prince Deldrin as it was possible to be. Worse still, at this angle Scar's fat cock was pressing warmly against her clitoris, and she gave an involuntary moan as she slowly humped his cock. Sweat began to gather on her brow, sticking to her hair.

"That's it," Scar grinned. "But faster! Work for it!"

Dignity forgotten, Eilwy began to hump him. Scar delighted in watching her work his wet cock, her whole body tensed and taut. Every time she shut her eyes to escape he slapped her ass, bringing her back to the filthy present and her task in hand.

Eventually, inevitably, against all her wishes, her body began to enjoy it. Scar's cock was like stone, and pressed hard against her clit. Worse, he knew what he was doing with his hands - she wasn't the first human girl he'd ****. Her nipples were hard and helpless in his teasing hands, but when he slipped a knowing thumb into her pussy, rubbing it insistently, she squirmed and moaned helplessly. Her pussy was wet and sensitive, and her body was coated with a sheen of sweat that glistened in the moonlight.

Thwak! "Open your eyes!"

Eilwy looked at him appealing, sweat dripping down her forehead at her exertion. Once more, she saw no mercy, only cold delight and triumph. She was now slap-slap-slapping on his cock, going hard and fast and deep, wanting it over. She could see he was about to cum - if she could just hold off...

She didn't quite get there. Her unwanted orgasm shook her, and her eyes rolled in her head. Almost immediately, she felt Scar's fat cock erupt, and her pussy filling with his goblin cum. His hands squeezed her small breasts painfully as he he shot his spunk into her.

She sat on him for a moment longer, shuddering, and then collapsed onto the grass. She was trembling, totally exhausted, and grateful to be finally free of his cock. Globules of goblin cum dripped down her thigh, smelling strongly of fish, making her feel a little nauseous.

Scar gave a content laugh, and then gave the soiled enchantress a teasing pat on her ass, enjoying the little ripple across her buttocks.

"Get your hands off me, goblin!" Eilwy said, but her voice was small and weak and lacked conviction.

Scar was clever enough to know that Eilwy would eventually recover, and he had no wish to be on the receiving end of her magic. He pondered the conundrum whilst gently groping her ass, enjoying that she clearly hated it but was too exhausted to even complain.

"I think you and I need to head back to the World Tree," he said finally. "We can continue our fun there."

"Please.... you've had your fun," Eilwy said weakly. If she could just her a little rest, she knew she'd get her concentration and her spells back.

"Hardly! It's just beginning," Scar grinned.

Then he bound Eilwy with rope. She was too weak to fight him, and she squealed as he twisted her arms up her back and secured her expertly with thongs and clever knots. Then he pulled her to her feet. She was naked and exposed, arms painfully tied behind her.

"Now I just need to gag you..." He looked around and found Eilwy's fallen black panties and held them up meaningfully.

Eilwy shook her head insistently. "No, goblin... No!"

Scar stretched her fallen panties. They were once a lady's secret, he thought, amused. How many men would have paid to see them, the Black Reaver's little panties? To confirm she was just a girl, to be fucked, to be dominated? How many men had fantasized about them, imagined them?

Lots, he thought. Lots.

"Open up," he grinned.