Something stupid

"Wait here." You run your hands over Swiftwing's harnesses, checking to make sure nothing has loosened since your last flight. "Whatever you do don't let that bastard see you." Vitaliya stares at you in confusion, but Relia realizes what you are about to do.

"Wait, Korban." Her hand rests on your thigh above where your foot is secured in the fighting stirrup. "You don't have to save her." A quick glance at the nearby building shows that the naked noblewoman is now on her knees in front of the demon who is slapping her tear-filled face with a long, curved penis.

"Do you know what's going to happen to her?"

"The same as what is happening to thousands of other women since the start of this siege, Korban." Relia's eyes meet yours without flinching. "You can't save all of them, Korban." She was right of course, how much choice did you give this proud noblewoman when you first took her for yourself? Just this afternoon you watched dozens of Athenapolis' young wives and budding daughters ruthlessly plundered by the officers of the United Armies with the fall of the Citadel, but somehow this feels different.

"Stay safe." You repeat. There is no point in promising that you'll be back, or that everything will be OK. With that you are gone, Swiftwing drops silently from the drake tower and before you can even think, you are level with the demon. You see his cold black eyes widen in surprise in an almost human reaction when you launch your first arrow into his flank. You half expected to see the arrow bounce off the creature's scaly armor but smile in satisfaction when you see it sink into the demon's ribs. Master of dark arts or not, it is hard to keep on your toes when you are busy pushing your cock in and out of a pretty captive's mouth.

Most human warriors would have dropped to their knees all but dead already, but not this monster. With a roar of anger three balls of energy burst from his fingertips and fly at you as fast as darting swallows; it is your drake that jerks to the side just in time to have the three glowing balls brush past your shoulder. The move was so sudden that if it wasn't for the fighting straps you most likely would have been thrown to the ground below, but you do not have time to think because the trio of balls turn and head back in your direction. You urge Swiftwing down both to gain speed and to get out of the demon's line of sight. Thankfully the glowing balls are moving more slowly now, and only one of the three strikes you as you duck under them.

"Damn, that hurts!" It feels like the worst bee sting ever, and your whole arm aches like when you wake up after sleeping awkwardly on it. You can only imagine what it might have felt like if all three of the swirling balls had hit you when they were still at full power. Still, although numb, you can still your arm well enough to hold your bow and as Swiftwing slowly circles back gaining altitude with each stroke you notch another arrow and try to come up with a plan.

With the element of surprise gone, you need to find a way to meet this inhuman demon. More height, you decide, aware that that is the answer to any tactical question for a Rider. Above you, the batwinged creatures are now fully engaged with dozens of wings of riders and even higher than that two of the dragons are engaged with the Lightbringer. The third fire-breathing dragon is nowhere to be seen, and you wonder if perhaps the Rider-King of Kalion had been successful in downing at least one of the three mythical monsters.

As you circle above your target you see the demon is standing ready for you with his sword in a guard position. The two sisters are huddled together against the wall of the building and part of you is pleased - that for the moment at least - they are no longer being abused. At the same time, you almost wish the demon was concentrating on fucking one or even both of them instead of waiting patiently for your return.