As you follow Anja, you glance back at the bodies of the guards. "Shouldn't we do something about those?" you ask.
"All part of the plan, master," Anja replies. She glances back at you with a sly smile and a quick wink.
"What plan?"
"We need the aid of the elves to get the Shining Stone to the druids, deep in the Dragon's Spines. Which means we need to speak to the Eleven Elven Elders, right?"
"Yes..." You still don't see where this is heading. Anja seems to sense this, and she stops, turning to face you.
"I doubt the Elders will be willing to accept your story at face value. It will help if we have something to use to get them to listen to us. So we'll pretend to be monster hunters, and offer to help them with their... monster problem." She gestures vaguely towards where the bloodied bodies of the fallen guards lie on the street.
"But that was... you..." Your eyes widen as you realise what she means. Seeing this, Anja smiles and steps in towards you. You gulp as you feel the warmth of her huge tits pressing against your chest.
"It's a good plan... isn't it, master?"
"Er, yes... yes, a good plan."
"Good. I thought so." She gives you a quick kiss, then spins away. "Now we need to find a place to wait for morning."
You wander the streets for a little while, coming across no further trouble, until you find a little secluded alcove. There you stop and sit, grateful for a chance to rest. Anja sits next to you and stretches; you can't help but run your gaze over her luscious curves in that right clothing.
She looks over at you, pouting slightly. "You know, that took a lot out of me... entrancing the elven woman, keeping up that illusion, dealing with those pesky guards... I could do with a bit of a recharge." She licks her lips and runs her hand down your side, massaging the bulge between your legs. She leans in to whisper hotly in your ear. "Just a little taste, master. It'll feel so good, for both of us, and it'll give us something to do while we wait for morning..." |