headlong into a trap

They delved deeper into the forest. Occasionally Eilwy would bend over to pull up a particular root or herb. When she did so her robe would stretch tightly around her lovely ass. Dirk found that he was following after her with a near permanent erection, mind racing with thoughts of what he'd do to her if he ever had the chance.

They approached another clearing, through which a small stream gushed and splashed over a bed of sharp rocks. Before entering the clearing, Eilwy frowned and held up her hand. "Stop," she hissed.

Dirk, who'd been having a pleasant daydream about pulling Eilwy's hair, froze immediately.

"What is it?"

"Shut up."

Eilwy peered through the undergrowth into the clearing. She was one of the most powerful mages in the land, and she hadn't survived so long by being stupid or careless. Something was wrong about the clearing. She couldn't tell what, not exactly, but her years of experience were telling her to be very careful. It was all just too... still.

She chewed her lower lip for a moment. What she needed was bait.

"What is it?" Dirk repeated. Eilwy glared at him, and then noticed with amusement the bulge in his britches. Dream on, she thought. But still... she made a mental note to be careful around this village boy.

She threw her flask to Dirk, who caught it instinctively.

"Fill my flask," she ordered.

Dirk sighed and stepped out into the clearing, grumbling under his breath. "Fill this, get that...". Eilwy was such a taskmaster!

Unlike Eilwy, Dirk had very little danger sense. He therefore headed straight over to the stream, clutching the flask. Maybe I'll hold her down and pour it over her when I get back, he mused, happily fantasising about Eilwy's weak protests as her robe got wet and her little breasts became visible through the damp fabric. He pictured her blushing as her little nipples stiffened through the thin material of her robe. That'd show her!

Meanwhile, Eilwy watched her bait and readied her wand.