Back to Athenapolis

Once again you are in Swift's saddle, this time flying into the morning sun as you retrace the coastline back towards the city you've just fled. Relia is again strapped into the **** saddle, her naked ass rubbing against your groin with each mighty stroke of the drake's wings but after last night's activities and then twice more this morning you are content to enjoy the warmth and softness of her body without making further demands.

You feel more than a little **** as you fly back to Athenapolis; this morning you had tied down your recurve drakebow and quivers of arrows under a canvas tarp to make clear your peaceful intentions. The other decision you made that morning was to keep fairly low as you approach the besieged city, not so low that you look like you are trying to sneak under the patrols, but not anywhere near comfortable combat altitudes. It made sense in the morning, but it still makes you uneasy to approach a war zone in such a weak possition.

For most of the flight back you've been silent, wondering what your reception would be like when you are spotted by the United Armies Riders after fleeing from the city and wounding one of their drakes in the process. As an Independent Rider you owe allegiance to no city state, and the way you were cast aside by Athenapolis when Swift was no longer able to fight did little to endear you to that particular city, but at the same time your argument is not with the common people of Athenapolis, it was with the fucking council of oligarchs.

Their **** plan, if actually successful would lead to the deaths of thousands in the headquarters of the United Armies and an increase in the **** trade centered in Athenapolis not to mention the fates of the young women given to Prince Anochises and his cronies as the price for his assistance. You pull Lady Relia firmly against you and rest your head on her shoulder as your hands find her breasts and grip them firmly. If you were given your choice of Athenapolis' finest Ladies like Relia here, you'd fuck a new one every week and make those stuck-up bitches beg for it by the time you'd broken them in. You smile easily as one hand slides across Relia's round belly and starts teasing her clit.

"Oh, goddess, not again." Lady Relia moans softly when she feels your caress. You hadn't really been thinking of sex, but the combination of imagining all that high-class pussy, Relia's ass rubbing against your cock and the warmth of her breasts in your hands is more than enough to send life to your dormant organ. The sex is slow and easy, her pussy is as tight and hot as ever as you let Swift's slow wing strokes lift you into her and then slowly lower before lifting you again. You are familiar with this very pleasurable way to pass the time on long trips many times taking slaves with you, but Relia gasps in wonder as the slow pace of the sex makes her cum again and again. She's not the only free woman you've broken using this technique, as you fuck her you recall a handful of very memorable flights with other captured free woman bound before you whose initial pleas and curses over time turned first to whimpers of shame, then cries of orgasmic pleasure and finally oaths of submission.

Between this once arrogant noblewoman whimpering on your cock and the pleasant memories of your other conquests you are not nearly as attentive as you should be, so it comes as a shock to realize that you are not alone. Two Riders on matching blue-grey drakes almost as big as Swiftwing, wearing the golden sun-burst uniforms of Helios are flanking you about fifty paces above, clearly enjoying the show almost as much as you are.

Seeing no reason to stop on their account you maintain your easy pace. It takes almost a minute before Relia notices the watching Riders, with a startled shriek of surprise she covers her breasts with her hands, but you drag them behind her back and as the other Riders watch with envy, fuck her hard until you finally cum. With a chuckle you withdraw from inside her and tuck the stiff erection back into your leggings.

The lead Rider signals you to gradually descend into one of the open fields on the outskirts of the United Armies camp, and with little choice you obey the hand signals and start dropping lower.