No, and you test the waters

"No, Lady Relia." Her lips twitch in what might be a half smile, and you wonder why it even matters. "The two or three times that happened my passenger was already married or widowed." The closest you had come to deflowering a virgin like this was when you were hired to fly the wife and daughter of a wealthy silk merchant to Polhermes. The merchant who made the arrangements tried to renegotiate the terms as you were readying your drakes and your companion at the time pulled out the ****-saddle from the supply closet with a raised eyebrow. That presumptuous husband with his condescending attitude probably thought he had out-foxed you until he got news five days later that his family never arrived at their destination. The wife of the merchant had been a pleasant enough ride, but you still remember the wild-eyed look of the daughter as she felt a man for the first time. The two of you split the collector's fees from the slavers guild in Posidonapolis evenly, but still to this day you wish that the curly-haired brunette had been on your saddle instead of the plump matron with saggy breasts and a roll of fat where your hands rested just above her hips.

Seeing Lady Relia's puzzled look you suspect that you had been woolgathering at the pleasant memory. You smile at her and do your best to explain what you will and will not do.

"I have my own code of honor, Lady Relia. I treat my employers fairly unless I'm crossed. For people like that I have several different ways to make my point." Relia takes a half step closer to you and you decide to see if your suspicion about her is correct. "Here, I'll show you." She yelps in surprise as you swing her around and pick her up so her legs straddle your lap and your face rests in her soft blonde hair, but other then that offers no protests. "Slip this back between your pretty breasts." You tell her as you loop the pouch over her head.

"W-w-what? I don't understand."

"Suppose," You explain calmly like this was no big deal, "you had decided to keep these gems for yourself, and swore that you had no way to pay me." You explain, "and suppose, for whatever reason, I was foolish enough to agree to take you with me anyways." Rocking forward you lift your hips against her simulating the slow steady motion of Swift's wing beat. As you hoped when you pulled her into this position, Relia moans softly and settles down on your member wiggling her ass against you like she did on your short flight from the city.

"How long do you think it might take before my passenger, even a proud noblewoman like you, becomes excited as she rubs against me."

"Oh goddess!" She whimpers, but you continue the slow rocking motion, your wrists resting on her hips as she rises and falls." "I can't ... oh Rider, please …" her protests only encourage you and you place your palms on her firm thighs pressing her down against you with each upward rise. This extra stimulation is all it takes to have her answer your rhetorical query. "Not long Rider, not long at all."

"You might be surprised, Lady Relia." You tell her as you continue the rising and falling motion, "some hold out for an hour or more before they break. One even made the whole ride from Apollopol to Athenapolis without giving in to her base cravings, but the hot ones, like you, are squirming like cats in heat before we even get to cruising altitude." Burying your face in her soft hair you kiss the back of her neck and when she shudders in your arms and you chuckle softly. "I'm pretty sure that at least some of the women willing to pay for passage from one city-state to another see this as a perk, no matter how much they might espouse their virtue." Gradually as she rides you, your hands lift to her breasts where you feigned surprise at finding her hidden cache.

"Whatever could this be?" Pulling the pouch from under her tunic you press it to your nose. "You swore that you had nothing left of value, and now I find these, Lady Kiriakolis?"

"No please," Lady Relia has no problem following your unspoken prompt. "I wasn't trying to cheat you, Rider. I was afraid to tell you."

"Afraid?" You deepen your voice and tossing the gems onto the couch by her ankle you return your hands to her breasts, this time taking one in each hand and squeezing them firmly."

"Yes, Rider." Relia cries out, partly in surprise and partly from the unfamiliar feeling of having her breasts groped by a man she barely knew. "Afraid you'd rob me - and maybe worse. Ohhh!" The rip in the tunic, already started by earlier by your knife, tears easily all the way up her torso until it reaches the lace brocade covering her breasts and now Relia is wearing nothing more that two flimsy pieces of sheer cloth that hang by her sides exposing nearly all of her charms. No longer protected by the tunic your hands find her plump breasts easily and as she gasps in pleasure you kneed the soft flesh gently paying special attention to the hard nubs that crowned her tits.

"Wait, Sir!" Relia is finally able to get out. "I'm still a maid, I can't let you do this."

"Can't let me?" You chuckle wickedly as your hand descends across her soft belly and through the curls on her mons. "You have ****, I can do whatever I want!" Judging by the juices that you find dripping from her folds, you know that to be the god's own truth.