Escort her yourself, on your drake

"I will escort her myself." The hoplites share a quick glance and grin when they hear what you tell the clerk. If they are lucky, these two might get a chance to storm the lower levels of the Citadel instead of an afternoon of escort duty. You turn your attention back to the clerk. "Tell me, is there a drake tower in her estate?" There is a brief pause as the balding man shuffles through his notes.

"This deed makes no mention of one." The clerk cocks his head at the naked woman kneeling at your feet. "Is there?"

Lady Relia's voice is low but loud enough. "Yes, Lord. My family has always welcomed Riders to our estate." The clerk hums tonelessly as he makes a notation of some kind on his papers.

"I presume you plan to take her there yourself with your drake then?" The clerk doesn't seem to care one way or the other, and you suspect if you told him you were planning to leap from the top of the Citadel with Relia in your arms the reaction would be pretty much the same.

"Yes, but first, what say you, Lady Relia?" You ask loudly enough that the three dozen warriors and officers around you could hear. "Will you run from your fate, or accept that you are mine?" The noblewoman looks at you for almost four heartbeats before she lifts her head proudly.

"I choose to be yours, Master." Unlike her earlier hushed tone, Relia's voice is as loud as yours, "If you will have me." With gleeful chortle that reveals the tension that you hadn't realized you had been hiding, you pick up Relia and swing her around like a child.

"Oh, I'll have you, my horny little slut." Quietly this time, in her ear. "I'll have you again and again."

"Then that settles it." The clerk marks yet another notation on his pad. "As you're riding your drake, you don't need additional escort. We will take our leave then." The clerk and the two hoplites leave, though the battle hardened pair give you a grateful look confirming their good fortune. It takes a few more minutes to arrange a safe place for your new possession to wait while you retrieve Swiftwing. You'd hate to have her claimed by some other enthusiastic warrior, not after her public acceptance of her new status.

As you leave to retrieve Swiftwing, Relia pulls you closer and whispers softly, "Korban, didn't you promise to catch me someone pretty to play with?"

"Yes, I did. But there will be plenty of prizes to choose from." You assure her, "you're now my ****, Relia, and all that belongs to you is now mine including the pretty little sluts you brought to meet me in my apartment." You have not forgotten that curvy brunette or her slender blonde companion, and you hope the pair had been able to make it back to safety as you wouldn't mind another round with either of them. "You're now no better than those common slaves that you offered to me as part of the price for your freedom." Grabbing her soft blonde hair, you growl softly, "This is my promise, Relia. I will fuck you senseless everyday from now on, just like I fucked your pretty toys." Her pretty blue eyes widen as you make her fate clear. "I'm going to take you hundreds of times, any way that I want, and you have **** but to please me." Relia shudders in pleasure as you inform her of her fate. Chuckling, you leave her naked and on her knees, a trickle of moisture gleaming on her pale white thigh.

You get lucky travelling back to the United Armies camp. One of Lord Rastus's aides (a young officer named Theodosius) recognizes you and allows you to ride behind him as he canters through the city on one of the few horses reserved for messengers. Even better, the officer vouches for you at the drake roosts cutting through piles of paperwork with the Lord Marshal's seal of approval. The flight back to the Citadel takes even less time then reclaiming your drake. All the same, you jump impatiently from Swift's back even as he lands on one of the many drake-ledges that ring the crown of the tower of rock dominating the city skies. It is not until you see Relia resting on the ground where you left her in a small corner of shade that you relax. She is beautiful and she's all yours. As you strap Relia to Swift's **** saddle, naked and excited you receive the congratulations from two other Riders just arriving.

"That one's a fine catch Free-Rider," One of the pair tells you what you already know, "I hope I do as well as you."

"Good hunting, brothers." You salute the pair wearing the black wings of Polares. "I expect there are still a few prizes worth putting in chains left hiding down there." Swinging up onto your saddle you wrap an arm around Relia's belly just under her breasts and urge Swiftwing off his perch. Relia's cry of alarm makes you chuckle as the drake spreads his great wings and sores up and over the city.

"Where is this estate of yours?" you ask as you pull Swftwing's head around to face the curve of the river.

"My -" Relia corrects herself immediately, "no, your estate is on the square of Satyr's fountain overlooking the west bend, Master." Relia is practically purring as she points out a tower a little to your left and wiggles her ass invitingly. "But we don't have to go there immediately, do we?"