No, you have other plans

"Haven't you had enough, you cock-hungry slut?" You tease Relia as you swing lower towards the estate she pointed out. As promised, a slender drake tower rises up from a squat building on the lower edge of the walled estate and almost as if he knows this is going to be his new home Swift gracefully curls around the lee side of the tower and brakes off his last bit of forward motion by spreading his wings to catch the breeze as he rounds the tower. The breaking motion pitches you forward against Relia, and you enjoy the feeling of her soft backside for a moment before settling back in your saddle. As much as you'd like to enjoy the warm delights of your new ****, you are more worried about having to deal with occupants of this estate who are not willing to concede it to some Rider who captured and ravaged its former owner without a fight. Even before your drake crouches to let you off, you jump from its back and prepare to fight off any waiting assailants, but the drake ledge is empty except for a pile of dried leaves and the cobwebs that stretch over your head.

"Welcome home, My Lady." Although at the moment the woman squirming on the **** saddle looks anything but ladylike. Not only is she naked and strapped to your **** saddle, but this once proud noblewoman of Athenapolis has a 'well-fucked' look about her that her friends would find most alarming. Her face is flushed with color from even just the short flight from the Citadel, her once neatly coifed fine blonde hair is matted and tangled and there is a visible trickle of juices coating her inner thighs. Releasing the leather straps that hold her in place with practiced ease, you survey the property below from the vantage point of the tall tower. As far as you can tell, this estate has been spared the fate of others that you flew over and you are eager to secure your new property before some band of undisciplined mercenaries decides to plunder its halls or claim it as their own.

The spiral steps leading down from the high drake roost passes by several small storage closets and two Rider bunkrooms, each one barely large enough to fold out a cot in. You've slept in worse conditions, but suddenly it becomes clear to you how Spartan the life of a Free-Rider can be. By the time you reach the ground floor of the drake tower you are eager to tour Relia's mansion and see how a Lord lives for a change. Relia too seems eager to show you the property, but before she can even begin to lead you across the manicured lawn an elderly man with just a few wisps of hair stubbornly clinging to his shiny head, wearing a finely made blue and grey tunic steps to meet you raising his hand in a formal salute.

"Are you the Rider, Lord Korban?" he politely asks.

"Yes, that's me." You answer Relia's butler (for he could be no one else), though he should be your butler now that you think about it. You wonder how this loyal family servant feels about the fact that his former mistress is now naked and clinging to your arm in a most unseemly manner.

"Ah, thank the Goddess for your arrival, my Lord." The man gives no sign that he sees you as an interloper, but part of his job is to not react to the excesses of the Lords and Ladies of the city. "You must be tired, please, come this way to the master bedroom, you and Lady Relia must surely need rest after your adventures." The way the man stresses the last word of the sentence makes you suspect that he does not approve of adventures of any kind. However, you follow him willingly as you had planned to make the Lady's bedchamber the first stop in your inspection of Relia's estate.

"I see that this estate is untouched by the looting that is happening all around the city." You note as you follow the butler up a wide set of curving stairs half carrying the purring Relia in your arms.

"Well, yes, it seems that after the news of the, ah, change in ownership of this estate, many of the soldiers are consciously avoiding this place." The butler continues on as if everyone knew of the change in your status, and that of his former mistress. "We do have two Riders who insisted upon entering despite my protests, fortunately Eudora and Junia were able to handle their immediate needs, although I suspect at some point you will have to deal with them." The butler seems completely confident that the situation is under control, but you still have questions.

"There are Riders here? Where are their drakes?" You ask, curious about who the two Riders might be. Were they men you flew with from Athenapolis? That would explain their lack of drakes - too many good Riders lost their mounts in the initial **** on the skies of Athenapolis. Or were these two men from the United Armies here to take by **** what has been allotted to you as your reward? Suddenly something else the stately man said comes to mind. "How did you hear about the news?"

"Words travel fast, my Lord, and it is my job to know these things. Especially news this important to this estate." The man seems almost offended that you might think otherwise. "But enough talking. This is the master bedroom, my Lord. Please, rest well, I will call you if needed." The butler opens the massive door in front of you, showing a chamber almost three times bigger than the spacious loft you had been renting.

Depositing a giggling Relia on the great bed, you hear the door behind you being closed as your stately servant takes his leave. In the chamber is evidence of wealth that you could only dream of having a month ago, but right now you focus fully on the luxurious bed where the naked Relia is sprawled out. The bed alone is easily as big as both the cramped bunk rooms you saw in the drake tower put together, and obviously far more comfortable than any that you can remember sleeping in, but what is most tempting is the beautiful woman gazing at you coyly.