With a twinge of regret you gently push her away. "Not now," you say. "We need to keep moving. Anja pouts, but does as you say, leading the way into the city.
Moonlight sheathes the buildings in an ethereal glow. The streets are mostly empty; you imagine most people would be indoors at this time of night. As you pass through the quiet streets you find your gaze lingering on Anja as she walks ahead of you. In the form of the elf woman Laaewin, her splendid hips sway almost hypnotically from side to side. You feel certain that the demoness is exaggerating the movement for your benefit. You can't deny the effect it has on you, however, for it has been many long days since you availed yourself of the pleasures your companion is capable of providing. Your mind wanders, you imagine running your hands over that supple flesh...
"Halt!"
The sudden cry brings you up short. Ahead of you are four elves, dressed in light armour. A patrol! For an instant you panic, then you realise they are looking at Anja. You relax.
"What is a gate guard doing wandering around the city at this time of night? And with a human no less?" The lead guard looks Anja up and down, sparing you a disdainful glance.
"This is my prisoner. I caught him... trying to sneak in."
The guard raises an eyebrow. "You caught him trying to sneak in, so you very kindly brought him in with you?"
You glare daggers at Anja's back. What is she doing? What sort of fool excuse was that? A child could have done better! Is she trying to get you captured?
The guard gives you a closer look, then turns back to Anja. "And tell me," he says. "Are you in the habit of letting your 'prisoners' wander about without any sort of restraint?"
Anja glances down at your hands, now clenched tightly at your sides. "Oh," she says. "Oops."
He motions to his men. "I'm taking you both in."
Anja sighs. "Oh well," she says. "I suppose you leave me no choice, then."
The guard frowns. "What --"
In a blur of movement, Anja lashes our with a hand, catching the lead guard in the side of his face. The force of the blow flings him to the side, his neck twisted at a fatal angle. The other guards, stunned at the speed of the attack, do not even have time to draw their swords.
When it is over -- after a matter of seconds -- Anja stands surrounded by four bodies. She stretches, and looks over at you, smiling at the look of shock on your face. "Surprised?" she says. "I'm not just a pretty face, you know." She saunters towards you, placing a lingering kiss on your lips. She leans in and whispers, "You would do well to remember that... master."
And with that, she saunters away. Feeling a thrill of lust run through your body, you follow. |