A safe place to stay for the night

The bird soared through the cold night air, carrying the young prince and his savior on its back, still wrapped up together in a warm cloak. The warrior had been quiet since they'd taken off, and Marcus too was content to just lie back in her arms, letting her hold him close against her armoured body. Every now and then, her hand would rub gently at his chest, or reach down to pat his belly. It made him feel very nice, even if sometimes she'd go just a little too far down and he'd get some very naughty feelings in his dick. Then he had to bite his lip hard, or focus on something else just to make it stop going all stiff. It would be so embarrassing if she saw he'd got a boner just from sitting pressed against her.

"We're almost there, little one." She said suddenly, after what must have been almost an hour of flight.

"Where are you taking me?" Marcus asked, leaning back a little so he could crane his neck and see her gorgeous face again.

"To my home, eventually, where you'll be safe." The warrior explained, looking down at him with another of those smiles that made his knees rather weak. "For now though, there's a tavern nearby which I've stayed at before. We're far enough from the castle that your uncle's men won't have a hope of following us. We can rest there for the night and move on tomorrow."

The young prince nodded eagerly. Now he'd be staying in a tavern with his savior! This really was turning out like one of his books. Of course it was usually in just such a place where the brave lady knight would suddenly take the innocent peasant boy in her arms and kiss him fiercely, before carrying him to her bed to deflower him. The thought made him blush hot and wriggle a little on the saddle. Was that what she was planning too?

He felt her arm hold him a little tighter, and suddenly the Roc folded its wings and started gliding down towards the ground. With another high-pitched screech, it stretched out its huge talons. Guided by a few gentle pulls on the reins by the warrior, the massive bird landed neatly in an empty patch of ground. It's head snapped up and it examined their surroundings. The warrior was doing the same, peering over Marcus' shoulder into the darkness around them.

At last, she seemed satisfied they were safe, because she slipped with practiced ease from the saddle and landed beside the bird. Marcus tried to move to follow her, but it was a struggle to get his short legs up over the back of the massive animal. Before he could manage it, she reached up and gently lifted him by the waist, leaving him settled once again in the crock of her arm. The young prince pouted faintly. Of course he liked being carried by her, it felt really good in fact, but he couldn't help but feel like a burden this way. At least it meant he didn't get his bare feet cold or dirty on the ground.

He watched her face as she rifled through her bags with her free hand, plucking out a few small items and slipping them into her belt. There were so many questions he was burning to ask her, like where she was from, or what her name was, but he just couldn't quite make his voice work properly. He was way too nervous about embarrassing himself or somehow upsetting her.

The fearsome Roc turned to look at her as she strode round to the front of its head, those yellow eyes gleaming in the darkness. She patted its beak again and murmured something in that strange language of hers. The animal bowed its head low, then cooed softly. She stepped back and watched as it spread its massive wings and launched itself back into the air, a dark shape against the darkness that soared away and quickly vanished further than he could see.

"Nasir will come find us tomorrow." The warrior explained. "He likes hunting when it's dark." Marcus shivered at the thought, wondering just what it was that massive bird ate. Without another word, she strode off into the night, still carrying him gently in her arms. Her cloak was wrapped around the both of them, keeping him warm even in the cold air.

A little way from where they landed she found a paved road leading off to a small building in an empty field. The windows glowed with firelight, and just above the door there was a swinging sign with a picture of a black rearing horse. Marcus perked up against the warrior, immediately interested. He'd always wanted to visit a tavern, but his Mother would have never let him. In the stories they were always rowdy places where adventure and companionship could readily be found.

This one turned out to be something of a disappointment. When his savior carried him through the door, the young prince found himself staring at a rather small and grubby common room, with rough wooden furniture that looked on the verge of falling to pieces. There was hardly anyone here either, just a few men sitting in the corner talking in tired voices and nursing cups. They all turned to look in shock at the beautiful woman carrying him, but they all just sat where they were like it was too much bother to even ask what was going on.

The owner was a surly woman in a dirty dress, who hardly spoke more than a few words when the warrior approached and asked for a room for the night. After a few coins were handed over, she just pointed sourly at the stairs and went back to polishing a mug that already looked to be clean. Marcus was feeling rather put out by the time he was carried up there and through into a room with just two smallish beds lined up.

The warrior carried him over to the nearest and gently put him down on top. Leaving him there, she strode to the middle of the room and started untying the plates of her armor. Marcus gasped in shock, his hands flying to his cheeks. Was she stripping off already? But he wasn't ready, his heart wasn't prepared yet! He really wanted to make it good for her too, but he had no idea what he was doing!

He watched with huge, nervous eyes as she laid each piece down in a neat pile, leaving her wearing only a thin tunic cut rather high up her long, muscled legs. There was so much of her dark, coffee-colored skin on display it made his cheeks burn and his belly flutter madly. Last to go was her helmet, and as she pulled it off her long silky black hair cascaded down her back like a river of midnight.

Marcus felt like he was hypnotized. His gaze darted over her body, one minute staring at her gorgeous, toned thighs and the slight curve where her tunic clung rather tightly to her butt, the next drifting up to her pretty raven hair and beautiful face. As anxious as he was about her getting naked and jumping him, it still felt like a massive disappointment when she stopped with the tunic still on and turned back to face him.

"How are you doing, little one?" She asked gently, that same beautiful smile blooming across her face.

"I'm...okay." Marcus bit his lip, glancing at her feet before she could notice his furious blush. She stepped forward and then crouched down right in front of him, so that her face was just near his. The young prince swallowed anxiously. If he lent forward just a little they'd be touching each other!

"Are you sure?" She asked. "This all must have been so terrible and frightening. Is there not anything I could do for you? A warm drink or a meal from downstairs perhaps?" Marcus raised his head. His gaze fluttered to her dark lips, so smooth and pretty. Her skin looked soft as silk. Suddenly his own mouth was really dry and he felt his hips twitch on the bed as something very embarrassing started pressing against the front of his shift. Little eager shivers ran down the skin of his back, his body feeling all wrapped up tight in a ball of nervous anticipation. She was close enough to kiss...