Fight them on the Beaches

Underneath the black folds of her cloak was a sublime body with delicious curves. Her round breasts defied gravity and their shape made me drool. While her waist was thin her hips supported her round, plump buttocks. It was nice cushioning for all the sitting she did.

Her cerulean blue skin was perfectly smooth - and excepting her head - hairless. Her nipples were a lighter colour, and her nails were darker. All I could think of was it was such a waste in covering herself up within the folds the large cloak.

"Give me your clothes," she said. She wrapped everything up in her cloak and tide it into a ball. I carried my boots and the sack with the artifact, and she carried the rest.

"I can leave my boots here," I said.

She nodded. "They will fill with water. We will bring a bag next time."

I laughed. "Assuming we live this time."