down outside the walls.

The first part of any ride on a drake is a terrifying experience, and this trip was no exception. Swiftwing has not flown since his wing has healed, and the load he is carrying is near his limit. As your drake leaps from the balcony, he immediately goes into a dive and drops straight towards the ground, Relia screams in fear and you can't really blame her. Despite your experience with Swift you just have time to wonder if he misjudged the distance when opens his broad wings and with a bellowing challenge lifts out of his dive and sweeps along the street with his talons brushing the white paving stones. Any one of the scattering mob could cripple him with a solid blow to one of his wings, but there are few warriors on the entire continent that will face a diving drake.

The danger will come from above, and you start sweeping the skies for signs of trouble; a Rider to your right could intercept but he seems more interested in a trio of fleeing women who are trying without luck to get off of the streets. Before you can see which of the three the Rider's lasso finds your attention turns to the pair of drakes on your tail that have changed course to match yours only about fifty paces above you. You can feel Swift's strong wing muscles under your legs as he starts pumping his wings and gaining both speed and height but you know it won't matter unless at least one of the Riders above you gets distracted. Directly ahead is the large courtyard where you have been watching the men entering the city for the past thirty minutes. The square is crowded with men and statuary, this will be a good test of how well your drake's wing has healed.

As you enter the square Swift angles his wings and shoots nearly straight up into the air, you are now nearly as high as the tallest buildings and you can feel a breeze that blows from the plains to your left into the city. Your new position gives you a good look at the drakes on your tail. They are about one hundred paces behind you, and closing slowly even though Swiftwing has been gaining speed. An arrow flies past you just by Swiftwing's head, from his elevation, and on drake back, it was a long shot and you look back to determine if it is a warning shot or if the Rider is trying to end your flight before it even gets started.

"They're shooting at us!" Relia is twisting in front of you trying to see what you are looking at. What did she think you were talking about when you told her that her plan was incredibly dangerous? You pull your drake into the wind as the bowman's second arrow is released. This one, like the first, flashes in front of you and get the message.

"Looks like you are getting your wish, Lady Kiriakolis." You yell, slowing the drake to cruising speed as you straighten in your saddle presenting an even broader target for the pair of Riders following you. This, combined with the fact that you haven't reached for a weapon is the Rider's equivalent of waving a white flag, but there is no guarantee that you're not going to get a shaft in the back.

A few heartbeats later, you are still alive and you can breath a sigh of relief. Without any real plan you continue to fly roughly in the direction of the United Armies camp, and enjoying the feel of Relia's ass bumping and grinding against your loins. **** saddles are marvelous inventions, and (not for the first time) you take a moment to thank the long forgotten inventor of these simple plates. It takes the noblewoman a little longer to realize how the placement of the saddle intimately positions her body against yours. She tries to adjust her position, but the combination of the way her legs are strapped down and the way Swiftwing's wings lift you against her with every stroke makes this impossible. Her shifting only increases the pleasure you are feeling from her soft body with the inevitable male response and even though you just satisfied yourself with Relia's ****, your cock hardens under her. Sadly you do not have time to enjoy Lady Kiriakolis' response to riding on the hard cock of an aroused man.

One of the two tailing Riders exchanges some of his height advantage for velocity and pulls closer until his grey drake's wing casts a shadow over your left side. The Rider's lance is pointed roughly at your position, but he is not thrusting with it. Instead he directs you to follow him to what was once a barley field, but is now a muddy mass just outside the besieging army's camp.