Yes! But you shut one door and another opens...

"Az Shadem!" Eilwy shouted, waving the wand as the Troll pulled her backwards on the dirt floor by her ankles.

Gorge paused, surprised.

The nymphs froze in sudden fear, recognising the power in the wand.

There was a momentary quiet.

Eilwy held her breathe.

And then the Troll laughed. "Nice try, witchy! Wand fail, ha ha! Now wand going up your tight ass!"

"No! You wouldn't dare!"

Gorge grabbed the wand from Eilwy and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. With one hand he began forcing the enchantress's robe up, wand poised ready for a shameful insertion.

But then he noticed the way the forest was darkening, as if a large cloud was passing overhead despite the clear sunny day. The rich greens of the leaves were turning black, and a strange mist was forming near the ground.

The Troll let go of Eilwy and backed away in fear, his breath misting in the sudden cold. Then he froze.

The two nymphs also froze, captured their sudden desparate rush to leave the scene.

The forest went silent. Time went still.

Eilwy stood and brushed the dirt and leaves from her robe. Her relief at avoiding bring on the receiving end of Gorge's cock was only slightly offset by what she knew was coming.

She looked around the still, silent forest, feigning disinterest.

Where was she?

"Ahhhhhhh, Enchantressss." The voice was soft and dripped with venom.

Eilwy saw nothing between the darkened trees.

"I can't see you."

Eilwy could feel the ancient power laughing at her. Then, from between the trees, a figure appeared.

The figure was young and beautiful, with jet-black hair and teasing, slanted brown eyes. Her slender figure was dressed in a rich purple dress, cut to show ample cleavage and slit from the thigh down one leg. A slim gold chain and previous stone hung from her neck.

"Azael," Eilwy gave a nervous bow. "Thank you for coming."

"Ohhhhh enchantress, how could I resist?" Azael smiled, her eyes glinting like a snakes'. "You called me in your hour of need, and I was bound to come. But not, of course, bound to help you when I get here."

She looked at the Troll with interest. Her eyes took in Gorge's large, swollen member. She held her hands to her cheeks on mock horror and laughed.

"Oh, you poor, poor girl. You were about to get ****? And... by a Troll? Oh dear. How mortifying. How.... how very naughty of you."

Eilwy reddened and swallowed her retort.

"And I guess that once time is restored, the Troll will have you straight on your back." Azael licked her lips. "Crying, I would imagine."

"What do you want, Azael?" Eilwy fought to keep her voice from trembling.

Azael paused, and smiled.

"I imagine you'd do pretty much anything to get away from that troll, yes? I would think sexual favours are on offer? That you would kneel before me and give me pleasure with that mouth of yours?"

Eilwy's mouth went dry and she paled. "Azael.... I...."

Azael laughed. "Oh, calm down enchantress. If I really wanted that you'd already have your tongue at work."

"No. I want... Something else from you. Something else entirely."