Of course

It takes almost an hour for the open court of the Citadel to be cleared. As tempting as it is to try out your new **** like so many of the other officers are doing, you find a corner in the shade to wait out the orgy with your two lovely women. The sight of so many of the former elite of Athenapolis brought (literally) to their knees before their new masters was a heady experience, especially because you have two beautiful woman of your own. In spite of the temptation to try out Vitaliya, you determine that it is far more important to stay focused.

As you wait you are approached by a trio of men, one of the clerks assigned to the Lord Marshal's camp and a pair of burly hoplites newly arrived from the base of the Citadel.

"Free-Rider Korban," The balding clerk bobs his head in what could mistaken for a bow if you were feeling charitable, "The Lord Marshal has not forgotten your service to the United Armies." From behind you, Relia's snort informs you of her opinion of the Lord Marshal's treatment of you, but the clerk pays no attention to the interjection. "Lord Raxius instructed me to make known his gratitude, I'm sure he would have preferred to present this personally, but at the moment he is otherwise occupied.

This time it is your turn to snort, a quick glance at the raised dais where the council had been seated reveals the important business that has the supreme general of the United Armies occupied. The same slender brunette who earlier had been struggling in his arms is now straddling his prone figure and is gyrating slowly on his groin with his hands resting on her hips.

The young woman's mouth is half open and she looks like she might be approaching a climax. As you watch the Lord Marshal's hands move from her hips to the small round tits jiggling above. Just a little while ago this young woman was doubtlessly celebrating the arrival of Prince Anochises and the end of the siege. You can only imagine how relieved she must have been to believe her untouched body would not be sold as a **** from the city's great auction block; now, the very same girl is riding her conqueror's shaft like a courtesan **** to please her new master. The clerk reclaims your attention by pressing into your hand a scroll bearing the newly minted golden insignia of the United Armies, alongside the official seal of the Temple of Helios in addition to several other City-States and Holy Churches.

Scanning through the proclamation you pause as Lady Relia's name catches your attention. Actually it is her full name 'Lady Relia Sophia Ariana Kiriakolis of the Riverbend Nidaniaus family' - thank the gods that Riders don't have to carry around weighty names like those, their drakes would never get off the ground. The import of the proclamation is to recognize the Lady of Athenapolis as your legitimate prize as well as all of her properties, possessions and privileges. You hear Relia's gasp as she reaches that same line as she reads over your shoulder. Her fingers bite deeply into your arm as the details are outlined and acknowledged by representatives from all the major alliance partners.

"Well, Master," Relia stresses the word deliberately, "I see the Lord Marshal has rewarded you for your service to the cause. He seems less concerned about my wellbeing."

"It's not all bad," you counter with a gentle squeeze of her hand, "because of this, you will not be led out in chains and sold naked in the grand auction." Her fingers tighten around yours and you see her nod slowly, "And you still get to live in your house and sleep in your bed." Her second nod is a little smoother, but she still is not happy.

"I had hoped to be granted my freedom by this proclamation, Korban, not legally enslaved and stripped of my possessions." You can see the pride in the noblewoman rising once again to the surface.

"To be fair, my Lady," You remind her, "you relinquished your rights those properties when you hired a free-Rider to help you flee from the city." She stiffens slightly as you pull her into your lap and hold her against your chest. "Do you dispute your capture?" You grin as you remember the leisurely flight with this proud woman squirming on your cock. She huffs indignantly, but does not deny the recent change in her station. Hoping to lighten the mood you point the cadre of older advisors surrounding the Lord Marshal. "Perhaps you hoped to be claimed by one of the United Army's noble-born officers instead of a scoundrel like me?" The clerk interrupts before Relia can answer.

"These two hoplites have been assigned to get the woman to your new estates safely." He tells you as he points at the two stoic looking veterans who would probably much rather be looting the Citadel than playing guard duty. "But after that they have other duties," one of the pair flashes a toothy grin at the mention of these other duties, "so if she runs off, that will be on you." He reaches for a notepad, "Do you wish to accompany them to secure your prize or stay here for the breaching of the lower levels?"

"Relia can wait here until my business with Vitaliya is done." You tell the clerk. "Then we will all be out of your hair. I don't think I need to keep these soldiers from their duties." The two men smile broadly as they realize that they will be available to plunder the many apartments that fill the tower below.

When the gates to the inner levels of the Citadel is breached you are ready to join the throng of eager soldiers looking for plunder in the rooms below. Luckily, you have the Rider's widow to guide you through the warren of tunnels and stairways and you reach your destination while behind you others are still finding their way.

"Where's your boy?" You whisper softly hoping to avoid any unwanted attention.

"In the other room." The young widow whispers as you stroke her softly. "He's just a few months old, don't hurt him."

"I'm not going to hurt him." You assure the woman, "I told you, I can help." Her eyes light up for an instant and then quickly become wary again.

"But at what price?" She asks, and at least part of your answer becomes apparent as you lick the new-formed drop of milk from her nipple. "You want me as your ****, to fuck and suck like a common whore?" Her tone is just short of contemptuous, but you ignore her insolence.

"Yes, that and more." You tell her, "but in exchange I will take care of you and your son. I'm a Rider myself and I can make sure he gets a chance to live up to his heritage." You might have said more, but a loud pounding starts at the door to the apartment, and you know you don't have much time.