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"Those spineless jellyfish!" Relia is clearly incensed "That plan couldn't work, could it?" Her angry question reveals how much she still cares about what happens to her home city, what surprises you is that you are nearly as disturbed as she is by the treachery of these members of the High Council. Not that you really gave a damn about whether Athenapolis falls to the United Armies of Heliopolis' alliance or not, but the idea that a select group of Patriarchs could keep their positions of power by while others paid the price was too much to take. Those demagogues had first abandoned all of the citizens of the city except for the select hundred or so that took refuge with them in the Citadel and then to compound their crimes, they had tried to buy the favor of an arrogant young princeling from a foreign city with this offer of a throne and all the sweet young girl flesh that he wanted.

"It might work," she shivers in your arms even though the fire is warming the air nicely, "if Prince Anochises is able to make his way to the center of the United Armies camp without being challenged, and enough of his captains agree to join in this treason..." Your voice tails off as you try to assess the odds of a plan this audacious. It's hard to concentrate as you are more than a little distracted by the smooth warm skin of Relia's naked body pressed against yours, with each touch of your hand she shivers sending waves of pleasure everywhere your bodies are in contact. You consider how close this lovely young noblewoman came to being the latest victim of the High Council's plots, "... but would Prince Anochises even be tempted to make such a risky grab at power?"

"He would if it meant he could get his hands on Sabella, the Lord Regent's daughter." Relia must have sensed your confusion because she leans back against your chest and explains that Prince Anochises had courted Lady Sabella arduously two or three years ago and she had rejected every attempt he had made to woo her, finally openly rebuffing him in front of the entire court.

"That explains why she was named in particular." You sigh as the possibility that this far fetched plan by the High Council of Athenapolis might succeed rises slightly higher.

"Then burn it!" Declares Relia pushing the letter into your hand.

"There are five more, remember?" You remind her, "If even one of them finds her way to his court he'll read this offer, we can't very well hang around his court and abduct every beautiful refugee from Athenapolis who tries to deliver a message to the Crown Prince.

"It would be so much better for them if you did, Rider." Relia clearly has not forgotten the postscript added to the end of the secret note. "I was only in court a few times when Prince Anochises was in attendance, but even so I was warned to stay clear of him and his cronies. He is a cruel man coarse and licentious, and no one who met him blamed Sabella for her decision to reject the Crown Prince."

"Now there's an idea, I could create my own harem of **** noblewomen from Athenapolis, a different one each night." You chuckle at the notion, "it would be for their own good of course."

"Of course," agrees Relia as her hands start caressing your thigh. "Six **** maidens each waiting for her turn to be fucked senseless by your mighty cock." A soft kiss lands on her ear and she moans softly and squeezes your leg; the dilemma posed by the note from the High Council now seems not quite so important. You kiss her ear again and this time she arches her back and stretches to meet your lips with hers, she tastes like sweet wine and your cock stiffens against her as your kiss deepens. When it finally ends she is wild-eyed with passion.

"Oh goddess, I think I'd scratch their eyes out to get my turn with you Korban." She informs you as she reaches for your shaft, and to your surprise it stiffens swiftly in her hands.

"I thought the idea was for me to save these pretty young messengers from the depraved lusts of Prince Anochises and his followers." You tease her gently even as you roll her onto her back and slide once again between her legs. With new-found confidence she guides you into her tight passage before wrapping her legs around your back.

"Yes!" She gasps "You can save them - shit, I don't even care if you want to fuck them all, but I need you inside me like this at least once a night." Her excitement is contagious and you find yourself rocking in and out of her with an urgency that surprises you, after all you've had her twice last night and again this morning. The next few minutes are filled with the sound of flesh striking flesh and the soft moans and grunts of two lovers enjoying each other. When it ends you pull the blankets up covering your gleaming bodies from the cool mountain air and pull her close to you.

"We have to go back, Korban." She whispers softly as she traces the line of your jaw. "If we don't warn the United Armies, then the High Council's plan might work, at the very least a lot of decent men could get killed for no reason other than the greed and arrogance of a half dozen bastards."