Chaos, fighting and disaster

The hours waiting for Prince Anochises' arrival are spent eating, drinking and fucking. The sex was slow and gentle but very satisfying. It amazes you that someone who has only discovered the wonders of sex a day before is as eager to experiment with multiple positions and pacing. In your mind there are few things in life better than lying on your back and having a slender full breasted woman riding your cock with undeniable pleasure and enthusiasm.

Lady Relia is riding you in just that fashion, her full tits bouncing and jiggling attractively above you when you hear shouting and the sounds of fighting. Relia hears the commotion too and she suddenly stiffens with your cock deeply embedded in her belly; she moans softly as you lift her off of your throbbing cock but does not protest.

"It sounds like something is happening." You tell her completely unnecessarily, "We'd better get dressed." The tent is quiet as both of you hurry to pull on your clothes. The dress given to Lady Relia is a little too large for her slender frame, but the gold and red silk looks lovely with her coloring and you know from experience earlier in the afternoon that the loose fit of the robes make it delightfully easy to slip from her shoulders and leave her wearing nothing but the pale slip that displays her charms so perfectly.

The longer the sounds of chaos continue the more concerned you get and even after the fighting stops there is a tense hour where you sense (although cannot see) the struggle for control of the United Armies. The one time you try to peak around the cloth doorway of the tent you are immediately chastised by the hoplites - who appear to be as unhappy about the situation as you. You are frustrated by the helplessness of your situation, with no weapons and separated from Swiftwing you are completely at the mercy of the fates.

The waiting ends abruptly with a squad of soldiers who you hear arrive and present orders to your guards to relinquish their posts. After an awkward delay you hear the hoplites move away and the flap opens revealing swordsmen with the distinctive markings of the city of Apollo on the tunics push there way into the tent. The men are rough, but not sadistic as they bind your arms firmly and pull Relia's robes from her and tighten a collar around her throat.

She is a lovely woman, whether wearing expensive robes or stripped nearly naked and collared; you recognize her beauty as she allows the guardsman to fasten manacles to her slender wrists and clip the chains to a ring on the black iron collar around her neck. The other soldiers too are nodding appreciatively as they admire the pretty woman being led from the tent.

"Where are you taking us?" You protest, "the Lord Marshal has extended us his protection."

"You have been summoned by the Lord Marshal." The squad-leader explains, which is more than you were expecting, "He will inform you of your fate."