It's a success, of a sort...

With her mouth drying out, her weakening legs failed her. Panting, her thirst could only be satisfied with cock. Any cock. The troll's cock. Before she knew it, she had crawled over and filled her mouth.

"Oh, Eilwy. How very..."

The spell had failed. Worse, it had been turned against her. Jamoth, wise and powerful, couldn't keep a certain sense of superiority out of her bearing, in the presence of two rutting beasts.

"How very disappointing."

Eilwy had no retort. All she could think about was devouring the penis in front of her, sucking on the balls; pleasuring and in turn being pleasured. The troll grabbed her hair as its thrusting became more intense.

"Begone, fiend."

With a snap of Jamoth's fingers, the troll disintegrated as so much dust on the wind but not before spending himself all over the fallen enchantress' face. Sweating and panting, Eilwy could only wordly beg for more.

"Now, you foolish girl; you know the only way to break this spell..."