Invite

You tell her that you live literally right behind the bar. She nods and follows you exiting out the back of the bar.

You point at the large oak tub in the back corner of the room and suggest the two of you can relax and bathe together. She walks over to the bath, then turns around with a smile and begins to slowly disrobe. Mila was 2 inches taller than you at 5'8" and looks no more than 140lbs. She had soft, almost pastel purple skin and purple eyes. Her horns resemble those of a ram as they curl back. She pulls her top over her head and flings it towards you. You smile as you snatch it out of the air. With one hand at each side of the waistband of her pants, she bites her lower lip as she very slowly shimmies her pants down. One side is a little, and the other side matches. Your gaze keeps jumping from her groin to her beautiful face and her seductive expression. With your eyes kept locked on Mila, you fold her top that she had thrown to you and place it on the table before walking towards her and taking off your shirt as well. When you get to her, she drops her pants, but your eyes are locked with hers, and you lean in to kiss her. Your soft lips press up against hers, then part. A gentle swirl of your tongue, the tip of which touches hers before retreating back. Mila's hand unbuckles your belt, and you feel your pants slide down your legs. She reaches down and wraps her fingers around your already hard cock and squeezes it hard, making you moan. She kisses you with more passion, more ****, more dominance. Then, with your penis in hand, she leads you into the bath.

Initially in the bath, the two of you are constantly feeling each other, washing each other, and occasionally kissing. As that slowed down, the two of you started talking. You told her just about everything about you regarding Wicandar. From Le'orric to your lust for him, but you haven't been able to. Mila mentioned she could smell the lust on Wicandar the moment she mentioned that she was trans.

“To be honest, I was quite surprised that a human knew what that meant, and even more so that they were attracted to one. So I offered to show him, and he invited me back to this place. And that it was after that when he had invited her back to this place for me to show him, and he invited me back to this same place you invited me to do a little show and tell.” Mila explains.

“Sooo? How was he? If my memory serves me right, he’s swinging around some weight between his legs, right?” You ask.

She laughs at your questions, then tells you to go get the toys you mentioned, and she’ll show them to you. When you leave the tub, you do not see that Mila’s eyes turn completely black as she conjures up a little magic without you noticing. His eyes went back to her deep purple as soon as your feet appeared on the staircase.

“I was thinking, you know how you said that last day before you left, you had secretly given your uncle a bunch of shatter so that you’d get to play with Im the night before you left. Maybe you should be spun up on shatter this time while he plays with you. fair right?” She asks, then quickly continues without waiting for your answer. More than fair, really, since you won't be left alone.” She adds.

You agree, but explain your hesitancy to do it again because you got a little wild the last time. Regardless, you tell her that it does sound fair. Hearing that Mila opens the trap door to the basement, removes a loose brick, and grabs a pouch from there. From it, she removes a short glass pipe with a bulbous end. Mila explains, while diddly with the pipe and the container of shatter. Mila gives you the pipe. You take it. You mumple a wuick incantation, then with a snap you conjure up onto your index finger a sacred flame. You wrap your lips around the pipe and begin inhaling the vaporized shatter.

“Big breath now.. keep going, keep going, that’s good.... now hold it as long as you can.... Nice,” Mila directed and encouraged me. You pass the pipe over to her, but before you could light it for her, her eyes turned completely black and created a small flame in her hand. You were quite intrigued by the fact that, without verbal or somatic components to the spell, and by the way she cast it.

“Warlock?” You ask, tilting your head to a side

“Yes, I am Cleirc. Though I wonder how doing this will sit with whatever deity you are devoted to.” Mila comments as you take another hit and blow another cloud. You can feel the lust starting to creep thorugh your body.

“It’d sit very well with Lady Mist,” you replied, “trickery and chaos,” you further elaborated.

A raven suddenly flies in thorugh the window, startling me. Mila explained that it was her familiar. and that she’s here because your uncle is walking back now. She went on to explain that she had told him that she had secretly **** you and that you’ve wanted him... so I need to decide now if I will be fair.

I decided to be fair.