Let the imp guide you

“We can’t row all night,” you say. “Show us what you’ve found.”

“Won’t regret it fire hair,” the imp cackles and flaps ahead. As you pull on the oar, you get a disquieting feeling you already do.

It’s a harrowing journey to the cove. The cliffs rise up before you in a solid rocky mass, quiet and indomitable, giants who would never even notice if your tiny craft was wrecked at their feet. Every moment you expect to feel the jolt and crash of your little craft on the rocks jutting from the swells of water. Like a turgid guiding star you follow the red shape of the imp, his body faintly outlined in the moonlight, his cock swaying beneath him as he flaps ahead. You can hear Glenda’s heavy breathing and know she must be even more frightened than you, and that she is relying on you further steels your resolve. The slimes remain at the front of the boat, but you can feel them watching you.

Then, a deeper darkness forms at the bottom of the cliffs. You are stunned to see a cave take shape, like a vast cut whose bottom just reaches below the waterline and into the cliffs. “Ahead!” you call.

The imp cackles. “Told you fire hair. Show you the way!”

You don’t answer the thing, trying to ignore the wretched demon as you and Glenda put in strength you did not know remained. Your boat is carried on the tide into the cave. Darkness closes in on you, blinding as the deepest pits of hell. Recalling your companion you wince at the comparison. There is a rough scraping sound in the cavern and the boat grinds to a halt. You’ve hit shore.

“Come on!” you call to Glenda, hopping out with a splash of cold sea water that sends shivers up your spine. “Pull the boat deeper or it will be sucked out in the tide.”

You hear a second splash and startled squeal as the elf follows. You grab the boat and haul it into the cave. The going is slow but eventually you feel the slick stone make way to firmer rock. The boat scrapes roughly as you tug it a little further up the rocky face, then collapse beside it, breathing deeply from the exertion, but finally, out of the water.

“Sabine,” Glenda whimpers somewhere in the dark. “I-I’m so cold.”

“I know,” you say, teeth chattering. You wrap your arms around your naked breasts, biting your lower lip at the feel of your rigid nipples rubbing your arm. “Me too.”

“Warm each other up! Body heat good,” the imp says, perching on the keel of the boat.

“Quiet,” you snap, even as you are **** to admit the creature is right. You need to get warm, and fast, and thanks to the slimes you have no clothes with which to do it. Thank the goddess it’s summer. If it was winter you’d be good as dead. As it is, if you can make it to morning, day will warm you. Hopefully.