Travel with Anja due east through the barren mountains

Anja drapes herself in a cloak of thick, rich furs that nevertheless clings to her luscious figure. She smiles wickedly, seemingly at ease with being magically enslaved. You consider the paths laid out before you and as you do Anja leans against your shoulder and strokes your face. The warmth of her corseted breasts against your arm is distracting, but you allow her to remain, softly kissing your neck and the line of your jaw.

"We cross east through Dragon's Spines," you decide at last. "I've hiked those peaks before and there are few dangers beyond the climb."

Anja exaggerates a yawn, her red lips stretching wide as she pats them with the flat of her hand.

"Are you ready to depart?" you demand.

Anja turns her back to you and leans over a waist-high book case. She reaches back and flips up the furs and her short skirt revealing the perfect, enticing lobes of her ass. She looks over her shoulder at you and smiles, her golden eyes glittering with mischief.

"Why not sheath your prick in me one last time before we go?" she licks her lips and wiggles her ass from side to side.

"Enough of that, temptress," you laugh at her antics. "If I surrendered to lust every time I glimpsed your luscious body we would never make it to the druids."

She flips her skirt and furs back down and pouts.

"There are worse things," she teases. You glower, but only half mean it and accept her lips when she leans up to give you a kiss. She hooks her arm through yours and together you depart from her ancient keep.

The trek up the Dragon's Spines is exhausting and perilous for you, but Anja scales the steepest paths with muscular ease and her demonic energy. Sometimes she walks so far ahead that she disappears around a curving path. When you come upon her she's usually in a partial state of undress, playing with herself and presenting her naked body to you as a taunt. You growl at her or give her a sharp swat on her perfect ass and continue on the way.

On the first night you **** her to keep watch. On the second, high in the mountains, she crawls under the blanket beside you complaining of the cold. Her body seems small as she curls against you.

"I'm hungry," she complains.

"Eat some food."

"No," she looks up at you as she presses against your body for warmth, "I need to feed. You may not have noticed but I have been using my magic. You probably didn't even see when I saved you from falling, but I did."

"You can't eat me," you say.

"No, you are my master and I cannot devour your soul. But you can still give up some of your life ****. Just a taste to sustain me. Feed me, please. I will be sure you enjoy it."

She kisses your hands and, looking into your eyes, sucks your index finger into the warm wetness of her mouth. Her tongue swirls around and around the tip and you feel yourself stir against her. You believe your power prevents her from killing you, but you are not sure you trust her to stop without making you sick or weak.