Travel plans

"Good morning," welcome Camila. She was sitting at a small writing desk, looking over a map. Aaralon assumed she had magically conjured everything. He'd always thought divination was a rather poor choice of magical speciality, it never worked as well as you hoped, but both Camila and Carrie had cast significant spells from other disciplines.

Camila's current choice of attire showed off her significant bosom. Once again, she was dressed in a silky, slinky, low cut gown that would have been a good choice for a royal ball rather than the inside of a tent. Aaralon paused and counting silently to three, doing his very best to avoid making a tent of his own. Early morning was always a good time to get an errection. Camila was an interesting beauty. She was older than him, perhaps even twice his age, but had a fresh fitness that gave her timeless good looks. Her body was, Aaralon thought, her best assist. Camila's hourglass figure was the stuff of wet dreams. He suspected she knew that too, she certainly seemed to like showing off her cleavage.

Camila leant forwards as to expect the top corner of her map, in doing so giving Aaralon an even better view of her rounded breasts. It was almost as if she could read minds and was playing along. Crap! Yes! Mind reading. Aaralon nearly winced. He?d allowed his mind to wander again.

"Is everything alright? You seem somewhat subdued today?" Camila asked him, looking up from her map.

Aaralon nodded, "Yes. I'm fine. Just not used to sleeping in a tent. I don't think I got as much sleep as I would have liked..."

And if that was a queue for Camila to hint she'd been involved in last night's sex, she didn't take it.

"That's a shame," replied the sorceress. "Carrie will set a quick pace today. She's right to do so. We should make the Whispering Woods but we want to get there with plenty of daylight left. Don?t you agree?"