Not now you just met.

“I probably shouldn’t.” You say, but the sight of it on her sexy body is very hard to resist. You holster your pistol. “My name is Leigh. By the way. Nice to meet you.” You say holding out your hand.

She takes hold of it and gives you a polite handshake. She then pulls your hand to her mouth and kisses it softly. The kiss lingers a second longer than you would consider normal then she shifts her hands position and sucks your first two fingers into her mouth deeply, it even takes a bit of effort to pull your hand back. “I think you want to fuck.” She says smiling. “You know I can put one in your ass while I fuck You properly with the other.”

“I think I’m on a quest or something. We shouldn’t waste the time. I need to get to the city.” You say unable to stop staring at her.

“We can’t go at night it’s far to dangerous, besides it will be getting very cold soon. I don’t know about you but I could really use your body heat over night. We don’t have to fuck if you don’t want to, I just need to snuggle. I can’t repay you for my life debt if you let me freeze to ****.” She finishes with a very cute frown, and batts her eyes at you.

“Life debt. Hey wait what did you do to get put in that box?” You demand. Trying to get your mind off her meat.

“Oh ya, that. I am a traitor and a spy. That’s what I was convicted of anyway.” You give her the universal gesture of, continue. “Well you see I was born looking completely male. I did some work for an alchemist so he would make me look like this because I am a woman. It’s rather complicated really to some. See I find women attractive and would never have sex with a man. I also see myself as a woman, just with a cock. Well a pair of them actually.” You give her the, ‘What’s that got to do with it’ exasperated look. “Right. Well in my culture you can’t say no to the king, or you are a traitor. He saw me dancing, oh I’m a really good dancer by the way, and decided he wanted me in his harem. I went along with it hoping if I let him fuck my cleft he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference and I could just be kinda nosy and bitchy, and he would kick me out, no problem. Sadly the king is quite the **** and I had to kick his ass.” She smiles, “Well in my version of the story anyway. In truth I let him in, he felt my cocks, and sentenced me to eternal prison. We don’t believe in killing our own kind, so we have made a device like that,” pointing at the box, “which is hidden from all scrying, for all eternity.”

“Wow. So is it safe for you to go to the city?”

“Sure I can just whip up a potion of human form.”

“You can do that?” You ask.

“Sure I just need an alchemy kit and a lock of human hair. The kit you can buy for me at the bizarre. They run 5 gold usually. Oh and get us each a nice cloak, and a satchel for my kit.” She smiles and gives you a “hug me” gesture, “Come on the suns going down and I need warmth.

Just then your little inner French maid magical adviser informs you that if you meditate on your spells for an hour or so you can swap your magic weapon spell for one that will protect her from the environment for 24 hours. “Fine we can snuggle for an hour while I meditate. Then we will see what happens after that.”

“Lovely.” She holds you tightly, her lower body encircling your legs in a rather terrifying way to be honest, but you don’t protest, although you aren’t exactly sure why you don’t.