You sit up in the soft bed, morning light warming the tent, and look at Mira with a small smile.
"Ok, let's leave. Time to head to Willowbrook."
Mira's emerald eyes sparkle with devotion. She nuzzles your chest once and whispers, "Ok, my lord… as you wish."
Before you can even move to stand, she slides down your body with graceful ease, fox ears perked and tail swishing slowly. She pulls the blanket aside, frees your cock again with gentle fingers, and leans in.
This time it's soft — almost worshipful. Her warm lips part and take you in slowly, tongue gliding in lazy, loving circles around the head. No rush, no frenzy… just tender, wet suction. She hums softly around you, the vibration gentle and soothing, one hand stroking the base in slow, rhythmic pumps while her other hand caresses your thigh. Her silver hair falls like a curtain as she bobs her head with loving care, taking you deep but never forcing, eyes half-closed in pure bliss.
It doesn't take long — the gentle heat and devotion pull you over the edge in a slow, rolling climax. You groan softly and spill into her mouth. Mira swallows every drop with a happy little moan, licking you clean afterward like it's the most natural thing in the world. She places one last soft kiss on the tip before sitting back on her heels, lips glistening, tail curling happily.
"Thank you for letting me serve you again, Lord Grim," she murmurs, voice husky with satisfaction. "I'm ready whenever you are."
With a single snap of your fingers, the tent vanishes into sparkles. The clearing is spotless. You both shift into perfect disguises — you as a plain traveling merchant with a simple cloak and satchel, Mira as your loyal scout companion in modest leathers.
The two of you step out of the Whispering Woods and onto the quiet trail. Mira walks close beside you, her hand occasionally brushing yours, tail flicking against your leg in secret affection. The forest path is peaceful; birds sing, sunlight filters through the leaves. No one else is around.
By mid-morning the trees begin to thin. Willowbrook appears ahead — a modest border town of wooden buildings, bustling market stalls, an adventurers' guild hall flying a small flag, and a stone wall no taller than a man. Merchants haggle, guards patrol lazily, and no one gives you or Mira a second glance. Your secret is still perfectly safe; the village of Eldenwood is far behind and silent.
Mira leans in close as you reach the town gate and whispers, "We're here, my lord. Shall we walk the market first? Or head straight to the guild for rumors? I'm right beside you… in every way."
The town square buzzes with normal life. No one suspects the Wish Djinn walking among them.