Acceptance

Naked, afraid, and growing more and more resigned to the fact that she would likely end up on her back with her legs hoisted on the troll's shoulders, Eilwy was relieved when she was placed on the ground. "Fine, bring her here so I can fuck her."

Lust was something she understood well, and she had to suppress a smile, even while she gathered the remains of her robes, feeling the troll's eyes upon her form. She still felt fearful, but she knew she would have her ****. After Gorge was busy fucking Jamoth, she would simply turn him into a toad or something similiar, and then have her ****. Lust, ****, and a rival turned into her personal fuck toy.

Spending the rest of the day finding the mushroom, she thought about Jamoth. The hourglass figuire, the sickeningly sweet purity, large breasts, puppy dog eyes... she was going to enjoy seeing Jamoth moan and pant as that creature had her bent over some stump, fucking her brains out.

It didn't take much to find Jamoth, the sorceress was a well known protector of the lands, a wise and powerful sage, and one of the few that Eilwy could say could stand up to her in magical might. But Jamoth had a flaw; she believed everyone could be redeemed. All it took was a letter, and a meeting to be in the Fanndorn Forests and Eilwy knew that bitch would show up to try to 'save her from her wicked ways'. With the spell ready, she made her way to the woods once more, fully eager to see the sorceress on her knees in reverence to Eilwy.