She tries to bargain with him.

“Wait!” Eilwy cried in panic, struggling against his grip. Her mind raced desperately, to frantic to remember a spell but seeking some way out of the situation. Suddenly, an idea burst into her mind, a **** chance to avoid being fucked by this monster.

“Wait!” she repeated. “I can get you a better girl than me! If you let me go, you’ll have a better pussy than you can imagine!”

“Ha!” the troll grunted in a deep, rumbling voice. “Yeah, I bet ya sister’s coming an’ she has juicier tits than you.” His finger slid into her panties and roughly pushed its way into her womanhood, as big and thick as most penises she’d had in there. “Na thanks. I’d rather stick it in this tight lil cunny.”

“No!” Eilwy yelled. “It’s true! Have you heard of the sorceress Jomath?! How would you like to fuck –her-?!”

That caught the troll’s attention. It stopped trying to **** her in a position where it could **** her, although its finger continued pumping in and out of her pussy. “White magic bitch. Whata ‘bout her?”

To her horror and disgust, Eilwy found she was beginning to get aroused by its crude, brutal foreplay. Nevertheless, she continued. “I’m here looking for ingredients to cast a love spell on her. Once it’s done, she’d have **** but to let you take her. If you let me go, you can have a better fuck than you ever dreamed of.”

The troll seemed to be considering her proposal, so Eilwy pressed on. “You wouldn’t really like taking me that much. I’m a slut. Once I get turned on, my pussy’s looser than a cheap old whore’s. It’s probably diseased too. Jomath, though, she’s a sweet little virgin who probably doesn’t even know what a cock looks like.” Eilwy was slandering herself here. Although she was undeniably a slut – legends told throughout the kingdom attested to this – she knew she was deliciously tight, and she was fastidious about keeping herself free of disease.

But she wasn’t exaggerating Jomath’s charms – after all, she’d found the light mage a tasty enough treat to venture into the forest for, for all that she was now regretting the decision. If the troll agreed, it would give her time to regain her composure and her magic. Or maybe she could keep the bargain. If the troll didn’t ask her to make Jomath fall in love with him, then she would still have her ****, and the idea of watching the stuck up bitch get her cherry popped by this monster had a certain appeal.

Still afraid, but clinging on to hope, she waited for the troll’s answer.