Blondes are more fun

Yet another look out the window shows the drake-wires still blocking your escape. From the height of your tower, you can see down into the courtyard below as well as many of the broad thoroughfares; a few organized platoons of hoplites are moving purposefully deeper into the city as well as a handful of citizens rallying to the cries of charismatic leaders still trying to fight the inevitable. Mostly what you see however, is mass chaos with hordes of warriors smashing their way into houses and plundering anything of value including in many cases the plump wives and nubile daughters of the men laying bloodied in the streets below.

None of those groups have made it as far as this tower, but when they do it will not take them long to break through the main doors on the ground floor. After that, it is up several flights of stairs and through the door that the slaves just barred. If the ground forces get here before the drake-wires have fallen and the waiting high-Riders have not yet left their posts, you have no real hope of escape.

Knowing that this could be your final hour, makes the desire for one last fuck even more intense. You point at the slender-hipped blonde standing nervously besides Lady Relia's gold.

"I'll start with her." The lithe young **** gasps and looks quickly at her mistress, hoping for some defense from your licentious demand. You smile broadly when you hear how quickly the young ****'s mistress throws her at you.

"Yes, take her" Lady Relia says, and for just an instance you wonder if she had though you were going to demand sexual favors from her. "Take her quickly and then you can get me out of here. Where can we wait?"

The Rider's loft is spacious, but spartan in its design consisting of a large, nearly empty, semi-circular room: there is a bed on one side and a weapons rack near the main door. The only other doorway leads to a covered balcony where Swiftwing is stirring impatiently. Lady Relia heads for this door but then pulls back in fear when your drake's fierce face and yellow eye pokes through the open door.

"You'd better wait in here, if you don't want to be mistaken for dinner. Besides you may learn something about how to please a man." You ignore Relia's angry response as you turn back to the slender ****.

Grabbing her tunic at the shoulders you pull down hard and her tunic hangs from her hips. Her tits are even smaller than you thought when you first saw her, but they are very firm. They stand out like sharp pyramids and her pink nipples thrust out like little spears.

You sweep her tunic the rest of the way off her hips and simultaneously grab a nipple with your other hand. Pushing her to her knees and dropping your loin cloth.

"Suck me," you order. Tentatively she holds you in her hand and licks the head of your swollen cock. She may be trying to please, but this pretty blonde does not seem to be skilled at all in giving head. You don't have time for this! Taking her head in your hands you thrust your cock deeply into her mouth and feel her tongue swirling around the thick shaft as she gags on it. That is better, looking up you see lady Relia and her **** watching you with a combination of both lust and horror.

"If we don't get out of here in time, this is what is going to be your fate." You casually tell Lady Relia as you pull back slightly letting the gagging **** gasp for air. You have always been irritated by the dismissive looks you got from aristocratic young noblewomen when they meet you on the streets or at the parties that Riders are often invited to. As a Free-Rider you had received more than your share of scorn from young women just like Relia, and so you took the opportunity to pay back just a little of her disdain.

"Can you imagine, my lady, what it will feel like to be on your knees, while some common foot-soldier fucks your mouth?" Lady Relia turns her back on you and mutters something you can't quite hear under her breath as you push your cock all the way down the gurgling blonde ****'s throat and hold it there for two or three breaths before pulling back and letting the **** catch her breath.

As blowjobs go, this was a pretty pathetic effort and - as you push deep down her throat again - you wonder how a pretty **** like this slender blonde had so little skill pleasing men. Your attention turns again to Lady Relia. Facing away from you as she is, you see only her smooth cheek and delicate ear peeking through her finely brushed hair. The wealthy ****-owner is undoubtedly the reason for this small-breasted ****'s lack of experience; if this pretty little thing had been owned by a master, she'd have a lot more experience deep throating a man's hard shaft. As it is, even Lady Relia herself might be better with her mouth.

Certainly, the curvy brunette would have done a better job, you decide wondering if you should just give up on this one and try the darker meat. The other **** already has one hand under her tunic, and she is fingering herself in rhythm to the thrusts of your hips. Her eyes meet yours boldly and she licks her full lips provocatively when she sees you watching her. You can feel your load getting ready to blow, despite the blonde ****'s inexperience her mouth feels good enough, especially because of the excitement of this life and **** game of waiting. No doubt her efforts were aided by the sight of the other two women waiting just on the other side of your room, but her mouth has done its job and you are going to explode very soon.