for the moment, it appears so...

"Er... Black Reaver? Hello? Am I safe to come out?"

Eilwy was surprised to hear Dirk's voice. In her relief at escaping the troll's clutches she'd actually forgotten that he existed.

Oh yes. The idiot village boy, she remembered. What a fool. Fancy trying to tackle a troll with a rock!

She hadn't intended to save his life when she immobilised the troll. She realised that having done so presented her with something of a dilemma. She could hardly just let the boy leave and tell everyone what he had seen. Not if he knew who she was.

He might prove useful, she reflected. He looked simple, but strong and athletic. Perhaps he might be suited to menial tasks. She hadn't had a useful servant since the incident wih Alaria and the rock demon.

"You. Boy." She said. "What's your name?"

"D... Dirk. Mistress."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, mistress. The Black Reaver." He bowed awkwardly.

"And what did you see happen between me and the troll, Dirk?"

"Gods, that troll! It was all over you! The way it ripped off your robe...." Dirk caught the enchantress's eye and gulped. "Oh. Of course. Nothing. I saw nothing."

"Nothing," she nodded. "You saw nothing. And of you want to remain a boy you'll remember that. Now, get my books," she waved her hand at a small pile of minor grimoires that had spilled from her magic bag during the struggle.

"Get your...?"

"My books!" Eilwy said, exasperated. The village boy was slower than even she had expected. "Now!"

Slightly shell-shocked, Dirk jogged over to the books and obediently scooped them up in his arms.

"Put them in there," Eilwy pointing to her magic bag. Dirk looked at the small bag doubtfully but did as he was told. The books vanished into the darkness of the bag, which felt no heavier in his hands.

"Wow," he said.

Eilwy stretched. Dirk eyed her body as the black robe stretched tightly around her slender figure. By the Gods, she was incredibly attractive for a girl with small tits, he thought. And at that exact moment he realised that he just had to have her. There would come a moment surely, if he tagged along, where such an opportunity would arise. He licked his lips. No matter how, he meant to get his cock into the haughty enchantress and make her respect him.

"What are you staring at?"

"Nothing, mistress," Dirk said, face reddening and hoping she couldn't read minds.

Eilwy saw something of the intent on his face, but chose to ignore it. She strode over to the frozen troll, and chewed her lower lip. Then she waved her wand and spoke a magic word. Slowly, unbelievably, the troll started to shrink. Dirk watched, slackjawed, as it got smaller and smaller, until it was only Eilwy's height; then smaller still, waist height; and smaller and smaller until it was only the size of a thumb. Its once terrifying erection now looked almost comical. Eilwy smiled with satisfaction and picked the troll up by the scruff of its neck. It squeaked and flailed at her.

"Not so strong now, are we?" She whispered sweetly, and gave its tiny cock a contemptuous flick with her finger. Then she dropped the troll into a glass bottle, corked it, and slipped it into her magic bag.

"What will you do with it?" Dirk asked, awestruck.

"That's not your concern." Eilwy threw her bag to Dirk. "Carry this and follow me."

Eilwy swept out of the clearing and Dirk followed right behind her, his eyes never leaving the young enchantress's lovely ass.