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As Eilwy's eyes scanned the darkness, her gaze fell upon a crumpled form, lying a short distance away. Jomath's slender body was splayed out on the floor, her legs akimbo, her pussy gaping obscenely in the dim light. A faint, pearly sheen coated the petals of her vulva, and a thin trickle of Gorge's cum dripped lazily from her entrance, forming a tiny puddle on the floor beneath her. Eilwy's chest heaved with a mixture of relief and revulsion as she took in the sight of her captive, still bound to her will.

As Eilwy's gaze lingered on Jomath's ravaged pussy, a shiver coursed through her own battered body. She winced, her anus throbbing in sympathetic pain, as she wondered whether Gorge's brutal **** had left her own asshole similarly stretched. The thought sent a wave of dread washing over her, and she felt her face grow hot with shame and anxiety. Eilwy's eyes dropped to her own body, and she hesitated for a moment before summoning the courage to examine herself.

With a tentative hand, she reached back and gingerly probed her anus, wincing as her fingers made contact with the tender, swollen flesh.

Eilwy's fingers probed deeper, her touch sparking a mixture of pain and discomfort as she explored the tender, swollen flesh of her anus. She gasped, her eyes widening in horror, as she realized that her asshole was just as gaped as Jomath's pussy was, the delicate skin stretched and bruised from Gorge's brutal ****. A wave of shame and revulsion washed over her, and she felt her face grow hot with distress.

As she continued to examine herself, Eilwy's fingers encountered a trail of sticky, warm cum that lingered within her anus, a grim reminder of the troll's seed that still dwelled within her.

Just then, a wicked idea began to take shape in Eilwy's mind, its contours unfolding with a slow, malignant relish. Her gaze never left her own ravaged anus as she pondered the cruel symmetry of Gorge's ****, her thoughts burning with a cold, calculated fury. With a deliberate slowness, she withdrew her fingers from her anus, the sticky, warm cum clinging to her fingertips like a badge of shame. Eilwy's eyes narrowed, her pupils constricting with malice, as she raised her cum-stained fingers to her nose, inhaling the pungent aroma of Gorge's seed.

Eilwy's eyes never left her cum-stained fingers as she extended her hand towards Jomath, her voice dripping with a cold, calculated malice. "Lick," she commanded, her tone low and husky, the single word hanging in the air like a challenge.

Jomath's gaze, unfocused and glazed, slowly swung towards Eilwy's outstretched hand, her eyes locking onto the cum-stained fingers with a mixture of fascination and revulsion. A moment of hesitation passed, and then, with a jerky, unnatural movement, Jomath's head began to nod, her mouth opening with a slack, mechanical obedience.

As Jomath's lips made contact with Eilwy's cum-stained fingers, a shudder coursed through her own battered body, a mixture of revulsion and excitement warring for dominance. Eilwy's eyes never left Jomath's face, her gaze burning with a cold, calculated intensity as she watched her captive's tongue extend, hesitantly at first, to lick the sticky, warm cum from her fingertips. The sensation was like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a slow-burning fire of arousal within Eilwy's own ravaged body, her anus throbbing in sympathetic response to the gentle, sensual touch.