A group of Kobolds arrive, carrying Joy

Willow sat down, making sure her illustrious bush was hidden from Oakstaff’s eyes. She looked down towards the cave floor and began chanting to herself, a small prayer her and her mother would say to bring good fortune.

“Yeliva de aqua oft fompt Gloria!”

Willow felt hopeless without joy, so the best she could do was pray for her safety and a way out of his imprisonment.

But as she whispered her chant for the third time, she heard loud noises coming from behind her. She turned around, inadvertently mooning her large ass to Oakstaff. The older Elf blushed as he gazed down at her voluptuous rear.

Willow watched as a giant horde of Kobolds entered the cave, brandishing small knives and torches. Behind them was Joy, being dragged by small chains wrapped around her ankles and wrists. For small creatures, they had amazing strength, enough to keep a fully grown elf captive.

“Joy?!” Willow yelled, a wave of relief washing over her.

“Willow! What a sight for sore eyes!” Joy said before being yanked forward. She stumbled forward, just barely catching herself. “Quick, use your vine powers or something!”

“I… I’ll try…”

Willow closed her eyes tightly as she waved her hands above the ground below her. She tried imagining the roots below her shifting through the ground, but nothing happened!

“Shoot! I’m too far away from any trees or plants! Everything here is made of solid rock.” Willow said in frustration.

Joy looked disappointed, her brow furrowed as she lamented the use of her friend’s magical capabilities. She shifted her glance over to Oakstaff, who was still transfixed by Willow’s butt.

“Oakstaff! Quick staring and help us here!”

Oakstaff shook his head violently. “W-What do you suppose I do in this situation?! Without my tomes I’m useless.”

Meanwhile, the kobolds began lighting a giant fire in the middle of the cave, illuminating the dark surfaces that the torches couldn’t reach. The fire was so intense, that Willow could feel its heat from several feet away.

“svaust jalla yth coce irral?” said one of the Kobolds to a large, meaner looking Kobold who had a scar over his left eye.

“Hmm? coce wer iwiek achuak ir kagh wer keivon sthyr.”

Oakstaff’s eyes widened as he heard the two creatures talk. Joy noticed this and asked “What’s wrong? You know what these things are saying?”

“My draconic isn’t the best, but I’m pretty sure they’re going to cook and eat us!” He exclaimed.

Two groups of kobolds then opened both Willow’s and Oakstaff’s cells, pointing knives at their stomachs as they **** them out. Oakstaff left his cell with zero hesitation, but Willow stood still, trying her best to cover her pussy so the small creature wouldn’t see.

“wolius houpeir batobot! ve tuor ocuir!” The Kobold said, pointing his knife at Willow‘a obscured womanhood.

“W-What does he want?” Willow asked.

“He, well… wants you to uncover yourself…” Oakstaff admitted, his face almost completely flushed.

“O-oh…” Willow replied. Reluctantly, she moved her hands to the side, revealing his pussy and a sea of green bush. The Kobold licked his lips as he stared up at Willow’s privates.

Now with a knife pointed at her and a blush all across her face, Willow walked out of her cage and stood next to Oakstaff. The two looked at each other awkwardly, as Willow tried to ingnore Oakstaff’s futile attempts to not look down at her exposed bottom half.

“Tie astahi svern!” The head Kobold said.

The small creatures then began wrapping ropes around the elf and nymph, pulling them together face to face as a pile is shoved between them. An awkward moment became worse when Oakstaff’s knee pressed up against Willow’s pussy, causing her to exhale a soft moan.