Back to Athenapolis it is

Once again you are back on Swift's back, this time flying into the morning sun as you retrace the coastline back towards the city you've just fled. Relia is again perched on the **** saddle her ass rubbing against your groin with each mighty stroke of the drake's wings but after last night's activities and then once again when you woke you are content to enjoy the warmth and softness of her body without making further demands.

You feel more than a little **** as you fly back to Athenapolis, this morning you had tied down your recurve drakebow and quivers of arrows under a canvas tarp to make clear your peaceful intentions. The other decision you made that morning was to keep fairly low as you approach the besieged city; not so low that you look like you are trying to sneak under the patrols, but not anywhere near comfortable combat altitudes. It made sense in the morning, but it still makes you uneasy to approach a war zone this carelessly.

For most of the flight back you've been silent, wondering what your reception would be like when you are spotted by the United Armies Riders. You had after all fled from the city and wounded one of their drakes in the process. As an independent Rider you owe allegiance to no city state, and the way you were cast aside by Athenapolis when Swift was no longer able to fight did little to endear you to that particular city. Your argument was not with the common people of Athenapolis, it was with the now wiped-out Riders of Athenapolis and that fucking council of oligarchs who cut you off as soon as you were of no use to them.

Their **** plan, if actually successful would lead to the deaths of thousands in the headquarters of the United Armies and an increase in the **** trade centered in Athenapolis not to mention the fates of the young women given to Prince Anochises and his cronies as the price for his betrayal. You pull Lady Relia firmly against you and rest your head on her shoulder kissing her softly on her cheek and breath in the scent of her hair. The thought of someone like Relia being given like a toy to some stranger angers you more than it should. After all, you had seriously considered selling her in Heliopolis to recoup your finances, of course that was before you got the chance to know her - well fuck her.

"I wondered how long it would take?" Giggles Lady Relia when she feels your caress. You hadn't really been thinking of sex, but the eager wiggling of Relia on your lap and the warmth of her breasts in your hands is more than enough to send life to your dormant organ. The sex is slow and easy, her pussy is as tight and hot as ever, and you let Swift's slow wing strokes lift you into her and then slowly lower before lifting you again. You are familiar with this very pleasurable way to pass the time on long trips many times taking slaves with you, and a handful of very memorable flights with a captured free woman bound before you whose initial pleas and curses over time turned to whimpers of shame and finally cries of orgasmic pleasure.

Suddenly you realize that you are not alone. Two Riders on blue-grey drakes almost as big as Swiftwing wearing the golden sun-burst uniforms of Helios are flanking you, clearly enjoying the show almost as much as you are.

Seeing no reason to stop on their account you maintain your easy pace. It takes almost a minute before Relia notices the watching Riders, with a startled shriek of surprise she lifts the tunic over her breasts and tries uselessly to lift off your cock. With a chuckle you withdraw from inside her and tuck the stiff erection back into your leggings.

The lead Rider signals you to gradually descend into one of the drake camps on the outskirts of the United Armies camp, and with little choice you obey the hand signals and start dropping lower.