You get away without a fight

At the same time as you're urging Swiftwing on in a drive to gain the high altitude that is the single most important aspect of combat between Riders, you're struggling not to be distracted by how Reilia's tensed up in response to the thrill and the danger of what you're doing, which is particularly hard to do as her nervousness causes her to lean forward. It's as if she's subconsciously attempting to make herself into a smaller target, even as she's flexing every muscle in her body, which does serve to make her achingly appealing to your eyes. Her beauty is such that even the strain of your current situation is not enough to completely divert your focus onto the imminent danger which hangs over the two of you, although your lust for her is not so strong that it completely overpowers more pressing concerns, such as not being attacked and made to make a unplanned and very messy rendezvous with the ground below you.

It proves to be to your good fortune that Athenapolis is so close to falling, the once vigilant Riders patrolling the skies have allowed themselves to get involved in the fighting and the looting that rages down below. Looking down, you spot how one Rider is currently having his drake perform a maneuver that's more reckless than daring by steering it down along a wide avenue, mere feet above the ground, aiming it straight at a group of pedestrians, though the distance doesn't allow you to make out if they're civilians or proper soldiers.

In fact, you're almost stunned by the ease with which you and Relia make your escape, as there is no one there to try and stop you as you climb higher and higher until you're certain to have enough altitude between you and any would-be attackers that you can trade it for speed by going into a dive while they struggle to climb up to get within range of you.

"Relia, we're safe now," you announce to the lovely blonde sitting in front of you, though she still seems too affected by all that the day has brought her thus far to respond to your words, even if it does seems as she relaxes a little a few seconds later.

"We're safe?" Relia asks a short while later, reinforcing your suspicion that she didn't really hear your previous announcement. You lean forward until your pressed against her and your mouth is just inches from her lovely ear.

"Yes," you form your mouth into a thin smile, "now where should we be heading?"

"I have an estate in Apollopolis," Relia announces, "It's not much, but there is enough for me to reward you for rescuing me."

"You are all the reward a man might ever want," you quickly reply, slightly taken aback at what you're saying, even if it does trigger Reilia to release an intoxicating laugh.

You then steer Swiftwing in the right direction and lean back a little, trusting him to do the task that nature and years of training has provided him with while you share a comfortable silence with Reilia as the two of you slowly allow the fear and the tension that blossomed during your climb through the skies to dissipate and a sense of warm joy to appear in its place.

It is Relia who's the first to pick up your conversation again, and she does so just after having made a first futile attempt to position herself in a position which provides her with some level of modesty, as though she's only just realized that her current one is more or less an invitation to you to lift up her tunic and ravage her.

"This saddle," Relia chuckles and shakes her head, "I swear that it wasn't made with modesty in mind."

"It wasn't," you reveal as your smile widens, "it's a **** saddle, it's design is intended to maximize the Rider's enjoyment, not the passenger's virtue."

"Oh," Relia coos and then turns her head to send you an inviting smile past her shoulder, looking at you as though your earlier treatment of her has finally freed her of all manner of inhibitions, "and was that the only saddle that you had available?"

"No, just the one I found to be most appropriate." your brazen admittance has the intended effect of intensifying her smile.

"So what would you do to me if I were your ****?" Relia inquires, "Would you free me of my tunic and ravage me, would you make me cry out as you made a woman out of me?"

From the tone of her voice and the way in which she's looking at you, it's clear to you that Reilia isn't so much asking questions as she's making suggestions, and you can feel your cock stir in your pants at the thought of allowing her tunic to begin the long journey towards the ground before taking her virginity.