In too deep...

With the help of a map from the mage, you're able to find the tomb the wizard is curious about. The air is warm and muggy, which is only making you sweat more, having traveled here in the mid day's sun. Joan's dark skin was glistening as well. Her kind, used to dwelling beneath the ground, probably wasn't used to this type of heat, but she seemed to handle it well. Her kind normally leaves deep underground, so they probably aren't used to the heat, you figured.

"Oh Silve, this is so exciting!" Joan said loudly, her voice echoing through the narrow, darkened halls. "You and me, galivanting into danger like proper adventurers, writing our own stories." She came to a sudden stop, causing you to stumble into her. Less than a foot way, she looks up and speaks softly, seductively

"alone, where we can truly be ourselves" To make the point, she leans forward just enough to keep balance as she makes a solitary push into your groin with her butt.

"Stop" You said annoyingly "We're here to work, not to fuck"

"Oh Silve" She replies coyly as she starts to continue forward "in my experience, that's often the same thing."

"Whatever" You respond "I'm not here for your whorish antics. Let's just find this thing and be done with it."

"These whorish antics got you what you wanted, in more way than one. I would hope someone in your position could appreciate the situation a little better."

"You can't blame me for your failures at faithfulness." She said coldly as she looked to you. "I hope your precious Trevolia fares better."

Joan the Drow feigned a moment of shock "Wait, is that why you're in such a hurry? Do you think she might be as unfaithful as you are?"

"That has absolutely nothing to do with it, and you need to stop talking" You say, getting angrier by the second

"You know, I've been around wizards study. They have a vocal component to their spells, and it usually sounds like this" she grasped at her neck and made convincing gagging sounds, as if someone were fucking her throat.

Inufriated with her insolence and accusations, you chase after her, which she giddily responds to, belting ahead of you. She's small and limber, weaving through a veritable maze of hallways and turns. You can keep up, but never catch her. Not until she finally made a bad turn in the tombs, and arrived at a dead end. She quickly turned around to face you, her arms up in surrender.

"Okay, you win big boy. You know, you really are too easy to play with." In a rush, you barrel forward, grab her by the arms, and hoist her up to pin against the wall.

"I could kill you right now" You growl angrily

"It would be much more fun to fuck me though" She responded seductively as she spread her legs, only a few inches of air and some fabric separating your aching cock from her pussy. "Admit it, at this rate you're getting me more often than her, And you're even liking it." She leans in for a kiss, her tongue pressing forward eagerly. Whatever repulsion you had quickly faded away on contact. As the two of you made out, the distance closed, and you grinded your engorged cock against her. Your heavy balls were aching from over use, but your body craved even more. Lost in instinct, you missed how the moans of your partner had lowered, and turned more guttural. It wasn't until you heard an unmistakable sound of a clay pot breaking on the floor as it fell that you both are pulled from your lustful haze.

Turning around, you see a pair of shambling undead. Draugr, enchanted shades of the Lost Age. Barely sentient, always hungry. You both drawn your weapons and prepare to fight, with you in the lead. You're familiar with fencing and proper tactics, but most of them fall apart when your opponent doesn't really have functioning organs anymore. You strike in the vitals, but the piercing strikes do nothing of real consequence. Joan is able to get through behind you, though her daggers don't have much luck. You're able to collaborate to get through those two and escape out of the dead end, but in so doing you see even more. A veritable horde that you must have run across and missed chasing Joan.

"Come on" You call out "We can at least unrun them. We'll be safe once we're back outside!" The two of you take off, desperately trying to retrace your steps. A few wrong turns lead to more fighting, which continued to be a struggle. It wasn't until you could see sunlight that you were able to relax, seeing the undead stop immediately in their tracks as the first traces of light became visible. The two of you pant outside the maw of the cave, collecting yourself in safety.

"Well" you let out first "Guess we should have figured that it wouldn't be an easy grab"

Joan nodded "This isn't going to be easy. Neither of us are cut out for dealing with that kind of foe."

"Right. We need help" You reply, which caused the familiar coy grin of Joan to appear.

"I think I know just how to get that..."