Something more important

You watch for a moment or two with amusement as Lady Vitaliya tentatively lowers her face to Relia's sex. Impatient with the young widow's hesitation Relia grabs her by her hair and pulls her hard against her loins. She hooks one of her long legs around Vitaliya's shoulder and grinds her pussy against the buxom mother's mouth. Whether Vitaliya was protesting or eagerly accepting her new role was impossible to determine from the muffled noises and jerking limbs, but either way it doesn't really matter. It is not unlike how Vitaliya, as a young bride, had ridden the faces of the two pretty pixies from Polhermes that her husband had kept.

Recalling how Vitaliya had treated her husband's slaves reminds you that you brought more than one prize down from the Citadel. Instead of watching Lady Relia's growing pleasure, you turn your attention to the basket where you hid the High Lord Rider's rutters. You wonder how the Riders of the United Armies are going to react when they search for and fail to find these notebooks. There are four books in all, two authored by Vitaliya's husband and the other two by the previous High Rider of Athenapolis.

The bleached velum pages are filled with neatly inked entries, detailing day to day activities of a the eerie and notes of the High Rider's personal exploits. There are maps, detailed narratives and even a few sketches that give insight into the Riders triumphs and failures. You pause briefly to read an account of a raid on a merchant column heading south from Kalion. Along with a fine haul of furs and jewelry the two wings of Riders were lucky enough to take three Kalion beauties. Only the youngest of the trio was still a virgin, but the fat-breasted blonde prize that the Rider claimed for himself made enough of an impression that there was a sketch of her hogtied body laid out on the rough ground. Slaves from Kalion were rare. Not only because the mountain city state had outlawed the enslavement of its citizens, but the Riders from that city took attacks like this very personally.

"Oh yes, 'Taliya," Relia back is arched as she encourages your new ****. "Right there, Goddess right there...Harder, HARDER.... oh FUCK!" That didn't take long. You lift your gaze and smile as Relia pulls Vitaliya up onto the couch gasping with delight onto her shoulder as the two naked women lie pressed together on the couch. Any other time you might have been inspired to join the pair, but not right now.

It will take days, perhaps even weeks to go through all the detailed maps, notes and ledgers that fill these pages completely so instead of starting at the beginning you flip to the last few entries. The High Rider is clearly depressed as he notes the heavy losses suffered by his men as the skies over Athenapolis are overwhelmed by the Riders amassed from so many other cities. It was interesting, but not anything you didn't already know.

Flipping back a few pages you find something of far more import.