Message from above

Your cock is softening in her tight warm core and you enjoy the feeling of her soft body pinned to the ground by your muscled torso. Slowly you roll over onto your side and your cock withdraws from her warm sheath. As it pulls from her she moans in disapointment. That was certainly the best fuck of your life. You consider the woman at your feet, she had submitted reluctantly when you first claimed her but by the end she was moving with your thrusts and her wet pussy was gripping you as you took her.

Your fingers slide over her smooth ass cheeks and along the dark crack. You remembered how intensely she had exploded under your touch. The girl chained before you could never have responded like that. The noble woman is startled as your fingers find her other hole and start to tease the puckered rose.

"Did your husband ever try this little hole?" Judging by her reaction, you think he probably never sampled this delight.

"He tried, once." Says Sophia looking at the grass under her elbows. "He ..." her voice falters "...he said that I wasn't tight any more, and that he could only enjoy me if he could feel the tightness of my ass." A gasp of sympathy from her daughter reminded Sophia where she was. "I told him that if he ever put anything into my ass that I would make him the laughing stock of the city." You can see the fire and strength in this woman and do not doubt she could have ruined her husband if she chose to.

"Your husband was a pretty confused man if he couldn't find pleasure in taking your eager cunt." You tell the woman and she looks back at you in gratitude. "But I can see why he was tempted." Sophia smiles shyly again and drops back to her elbows lifting her butt up to your hands.

Your fingers run along the crack between her cheeks drawing the moisture from her dripping slit and using the juices to lubricate her tight puckered hole. As tight as her pussy had been, her ass would grip you even harder. You cock is beginning to revive already as your fingers start pressing on her back entrance to relax her clenched muscles. Sophia moans in pleasure and her tight bud starts to loosen under your gentle massage. Looking up at the daughter's horrified face you slide the tip of your index finger into her ass.

"No, please. Not there." Whispers the girl as you intentions become clearer. "You would never fit, you would split her in two." Before you can test her claim, a long lance lands in the ground embedding itself almost two feet into the soft ground of the garden. A blue ribbon with letters inked on it is dangling from the grip of the lance.

Damn! The foliage is too thick to see the sky clearly, but you have no doubt that the spear was dropped by a Rider. Leaving the mother perched on the grass, you move to the lance and read the three words printed on the ribbon.

“MOVE YOUR BUTTS!” You should have realized that the Riders would be watching your progress impatiently. Your men are sprawled around the garden looking at you questioningly. The thirty minutes are just about used up.