Travel with Anja north east to Elohin

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.

"The elven city," you decide at last. "We will cross into the Dragon's Spines and stop there. We may find aid among the elves."

"Unlikely," says Anja. "But all the same there are many sorts residing there. Perhaps some humans or the dwarves or even the orcs will lend their warriors to your cause."

"Are you ready to depart?" you ask of her. Her golden eyes glitter with mischief.

"I would suck your prick if you allow it," she says, her nimble fingers lowering to your loins. Your prick stirs in your trousers. You would love to feel her lips around your cock. You shake off the haze of lust and push her hands away.

"We do not have the time," you scold. "Let us be on our way."

Together you climb Little Tooth, the smallest of the Dragon's Spines. Anja is an able climber with supernatural speed and grace and she often climbs ahead to scout handholds or lower a rope to pull you up. On the side of a cliff you stand pressed against her, your heels actually hanging over the edge there is so little room to stand. She kisses you and slides her sweet tongue between your lips and you ache to fuck her despite the **** peril. You resist and curse in your head that perhaps a succubus is not the safest traveling companion.

At night, high amid the mountains, the cold wind howls and you long for her warmth. You resist the urge and tell her to stand watch. She stands without her cloak, immune to the cold and howling wind, her red hair flapping behind her and her breasts nearly spilling from her corset. She stands some ways off, watching the valley below. Her back is turned and her sweet curves are so enticing that you find yourself reaching into your trousers and drawing out your prick. What a bitter irony, you think as you stroke your own cock, that you travel with such a creature and end the night with your fist around your prick. You spend your seed on the ground and tuck away your cock and sleep.

The next morning Anja has prepared a minor feast and you dine and she wipes the crumbs from your lips. You allow her to kiss you and stroke your shoulders. You push her away gently. Laughing. Her beautiful face is still close to yours.

"I found your seed," she says. "On the rocks. What a waste."

"You tempt me too much. If I gave in to that temptation at every turn, even if you couldn't kill me, we would never arrive at our destination."

She pouts, but you're in no mood. You throw her the fur cloak and make ready to climb Mount Adramor. From the summit you can see Elohin. Its glittering walls and massive towers are as ancient as the mountain stone. A long line of **** caravans wait at the city's gates and you can see the wagons are laden with slaves bound for the markets.

"We should disguise ourselves as elves to pass through the gates," suggests Anja. "I could conjure an illusion. Or I could simply use my powers to seduce whatever guard stops us."

"Seduce and feed?" you wonder aloud.

"If you'd allow," she smiles, blazing her sharp, white teeth at you. "I am hungry after our journey and you continually refuse me a snack. Just a little of your life **** would be a delight since I cannot kill my master. If you'd give me a taste I could make do and only subdue the guard or fool them with an illusion. Otherwise I will need a soul to sustain my magic."