Patience

You slowly trace your fingers along Sandrine's side, chuckling when you see her twitch and pull slightly away.

"I'll make you a deal, pretty thing." You tell Sandrine as you gently caress her hip. "As long as you can tell me interesting facts about your mistress, I promise not to **** these fine legs of yours apart." Her soft skin was warm and smooth and you weren't sure how long you'd be able to honor your word, but even just a few minutes of gentleness might be all it takes to allow her to get used to the idea that she is going to be thoroughly fucked before you bring her up to the courtyard where her naked body will be on display for a lot of other men.

"I don't know what you want me to say." The brunette tells you and you are not all that disappointed that you won't have to wait after all. However, when you start to pull her closer, suddenly she finds something to say.

"Wait, she left two days ago." Sandrine repeats what she had already told you.

"Why?" You ask. "Why would a young woman leave the safety of the Citadel knowing what could happen to her if she is caught by the coarse men that are about to breach the gates and flood the city?" It turned out not to matter anyway, but as far as anyone knew a couple days ago, the one-hundred or so families that had been lucky enough to be at the top of this imposing edifice were perfectly safe. Why would any beautiful woman risk capture, **** and slavery?

"She was furious with her father the Regent and the High Council's decision to abandon the city and pull back our best mercenary troops to guard the summit." The tension in Sandrine's shoulders was starting to diminish, and you could see her checking you out as you lay by her side.

"How did she get down to the city?" You could not imagine anyone climbing down the smooth sides of the Citadel, especially not without being seen.

"She disguised herself as a servant and went out with the last bunch of porters." Sandrine meets your gaze for the first time since you lay by her side on the bed. "I begged her not to, but she wouldn't listen to me." The young woman looks visibly distraught and you wipe away the tears that sparkle at the corners of her eyes. "She told me she'd rather die fighting than sit up here like a coward. She meant it too, she took her knife with her." You take advantage of the moment to kiss her softly and she responds sweetly, pressing against you as you deepen the kiss. Only when she feels your knee nudging at her thighs does she stop you again.

"Wait, there's one more thing I haven't told anyone." You have no doubt that she'll be moaning in your arms in no time and you don't mind prolonging the moment if that's what she wants.

"And what's that?" You tease her with another soft kiss, and to your surprise you feel her hands slowly reach down to find your hard cock.

"Lady Sabella has short hair now." She tells you, "and it's brown like mine." That is interesting, Relia had described the Regent's daughter as a slender blonde with beautiful long hair, but her personal servant was describing someone quite different. Equally interesting was the way she was tentatively stroking the length of your shaft, rubbing you softly as she gets used to the feeling of your girth in her hands

"How do you know that?" You ask, fighting the urge to forget all about the Regent's daughter and turn your attention to getting between her soft thighs and show her what a good fucking should feel like. As good as her hand feels stroking your cock, you really are curious about this latest bit of information.

"Because I helped her cut and color it. I showed her how to wrap her breasts too." Sandrine tells you with a sad smile. "My mistress is somewhere down there dressed like a boy and it's all my fault." You aren't sure how to respond to that stunning bit of information, but before you had a chance to think through the implications of what she is saying the girl pulls you on top of her and whispers fiercely in your ear.

"Fuck me!" Her legs spread wide under you giving you complete access to her neatly trimmed pussy. "Show me what a young soldier of Helios does to a woman of Athenapolis who falls into his hands."