Let Anja seduce and feed upon the guard

"You can have the guard if there is one," you say.

Anja smiles sweetly and throws her arms around you and kisses you on the lips. You return the kiss briefly, savoring the warmth and the sweet moistness of her lips, but as your prick begins to stiffen you pull away.

"Save it for the guard," you tell her.

Together you descend Adramor towards the natural bridge that leads to Elohin. It is almost a full day's journey down the winding mountain path before you arrive at the ornate Elohin gates. Night has just fallen and the queue of those waiting to get into the city has diminished to only a few carts of slaves and a few returning elves. You join the back of the line and after several minutes stand before the entrance to the city.

A thin female elven guard in the golden armor of Elohin's city militia stops you with an upraised hand. She regards your woodaxe and sword suspiciously and then speaks to you in the lilting tongue of the elves. You don't understand but Anja answers in the same language. They exchange words for several seconds and then the elf disappears into the gatehouse. A moment later you hear the turning of locks and the small door on the gatehouse opens and the elf woman invites you in.

Now that you see her from up close you realize she is quite beautiful, with narrow features finely cut into her long face. Her eyes are large and lavender and her lips are a perfect bow. The hair that escapes her gilded helmet is a blonde so pale that it nearly seems white.

"It is not often we receive visitors from the Far Islands," the elf woman says in the common tongue. "My name is Laaewin. Would you like some wine or perhaps a-"

Anja sheds her furs to reveal her luscious, corseted figure. She strides close to the elfin woman. Their eyes meet and the elf seems hypnotized by Anja's gaze. Though the elf is taller, she is very slender and seems slight standing beside Anja's curvaceous physique and strong arms and legs. Your succubus caresses the elf's cheek and she wraps an arm around Laaewin's narrow waist.

"Why don't the three of us retire to a more private room," Anja says.

"Yes," Laaewin agrees. "There is a storage cellar. That would be nice."

The elf seems completely mesmerized by Anja. She leads you over to a cellar door and you descend into a cool, dark storage room. Laaewin lights a few candles and by the yellow illumination you see sacks of flour and oats. A fine place for an improvised bed.

"She is completely under my spell," says Anja. "Would you care to join us or shall I dispose of her without you?"

The succubus bites her lower lip as she looks the dazed elf up and down.