You nod to Mira as the afternoon light begins to fade through the Whispering Woods canopy.
"We'll camp here for the night, Mira. Rest, enjoy ourselves, and head to Willowbrook at first light. No need to rush."
Her emerald eyes light up with that familiar mix of devotion and heat. "As you command, my lord. I'll make sure we're completely safe and… comfortable."
With a casual wave of your hand (no need for a full snap yet), a spacious silk tent materializes in a hidden clearing—larger than the one from your first night, soundproofed by your power, with a soft enchanted bed, glowing lanterns that cast warm golden light, and a small table stocked with fresh food and wine from your earlier mountain. The tent blends perfectly with the trees; the barrier around it keeps any forest creatures away. Mira sets a quick patrol ward with her magic, then follows you inside.
The flap closes behind her with a soft whisper. The moment you're alone, Mira turns to you, fox ears perked and tail swishing slowly. Without a word, she begins undressing—peeling off her scout leathers piece by piece, letting them dissolve into sparks of moonlight like before. Her lithe, athletic body is revealed inch by inch: smooth silver skin glowing in the lantern light, firm breasts with perky nipples already hardening in the cool air, the gentle curve of her hips, the soft patch of silver hair between her thighs, and that fluffy tail curling behind her.
She stands fully naked before you now, confident and eager, hands at her sides as if presenting herself as the offering she promised. "For you, Lord Grim… everything."
Mira steps closer, drops gracefully to her knees on the soft rug, and looks up at you with pure lust and loyalty. Her fingers make quick work of your clothes, freeing your hardening cock. She licks her lips once, ears twitching, then leans in.
Her warm, wet mouth envelops you slowly at first—lips sliding down your shaft, tongue swirling around the head in teasing circles. She moans softly around you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. Her fox ears flatten in pleasure as she takes you deeper, cheeks hollowing, head bobbing with practiced rhythm. One hand strokes the base while the other gently cups your balls, massaging them tenderly. Her tail wraps around your leg, holding you close as she sucks harder, faster, saliva making everything slick and hot.
Mira's emerald eyes never leave yours, watching every reaction with devotion. She hums happily when you groan, taking you all the way to the back of her throat without gagging—her new magic letting her breathe and relax perfectly. The wet sounds fill the tent as she worships you, sucking greedily, tongue flicking the underside with every stroke. "Mmmph… my lord…" she murmurs around your cock, the words muffled and vibrating.
She picks up speed, eager to please, her breasts bouncing lightly with each bob of her head. You feel the pressure building fast—her mouth is perfect, hot, tight, and completely yours.