the troll notices

The rock struck a tree with a loud "thunk!" and fell uselessly to the earth.

Gorge immediately jumped to its feet, enchantress forgotten, surpisingly quick for a creature of huge girth sporting a fat erection. It knew it had to be careful - nymph trackers ranged Fanndorn Forest, and it had no intentiom of falling into their hands!

But there, stood before it, white and shaking, stood nothing more than a village boy.

The troll roared.

Dirk quickly grabbed another rock and threw it with all his might. This time he struck the troll right on the forehead with a satisfying "whump!", but the troll didn't even slow down. Roaring in anger, it closed in on Dirk. Dirk squeezed his eyes shut and found himself praying for the first time in years.

Nothing happened.

Dirk took several long, shuddering breaths. Perhaps a minute went by. Then, slowly, he opened his eyes.

The troll stood just in front of him, arm stretched out. Its massive hand was inches in front of his face. Its face was twisted with anger and a fleck of drool was dripping from its mouth. Its erection quivered. But otherwise, it was entirely still, frozen to the spot.

Dirk also stood frozen to the spot for a few moments, somewhat astounded that he was still alive. It had to be magic, of course. No doubt the pretty enchantress had saved him! Still, he didn't want to tempt fate by making any sudden moves. Very slowly, he leaned out to peer around the troll's massive flank.

Behind the troll, Eilwy was pulling a fresh black robe over her head. He watched, slightly crestfallen, as the thin fabric slipped down around her body, covering her small breasts and smooth legs. I'll never see those lovely tits again, Dirk thought mournfully - although on this point he was entirely incorrect, as we shall see.

Eilwy bound her robe around her waist with a slender cord and gave a little spin, clearly enjoying the feel of the thin fabric as it swished around her body and thankful not to be naked any more.