Dilancia meant what she said

Xandria seems overconfident in his abilities, but he's correct either way. You can't really support a full on prison riot, not like what he's likely thinking about. In order to make any kind of justification about the wrongly imprisoned, you would need to know what the others are in here for, and you don't have the time or ability to figure that out. Fighting in self defense? That you can do, and there's certainly enough opportunity. The early guards may have been cowards, but at the risk of a total free for all, courage has been mustered by all, and the sword of fire you conjure isn't making the soldiers route on sight anymore. This is the first time you've actually had to fight someone where your life counted on it. Not having any weight to it, the claymore you create with your holy powers is strange to get a handle on, but there's plenty of guards in between you and the exit, and you quickly become competent as they throw themselves at you. In the rush of battle, it doesn't even seem real to you. There is no thought of concern as to who these men are, what their lives were like to this point, what the ramifications are of your actions. You detach yourself the events, as if it isn't really you doing them; in the moment, they are simply the obstacle in the way, nothing less and nothing more.

Even though you were brought in here fully conscious, and it wasn't that long ago, finding your way out of here is more difficult than you thought it would be. While it doesn't seem large, no light or reference to the outside world makes it difficult navigate. The walls are drab and featureless, providing no distinct feature to use a place of reference. The only sign you have that you've gone in a circle is the bodies of the dead on the ground. You start to hear the clanging of more metal footsteps, and you begin to wonder if you've gotten yourself in over your head. Dreading the good chance that this will be too many for you to handle, you brace your mind for the inevitable. Your mind sprints through images of what you wish you had been able to do had this not occurred. Your despair is cut short as they actually approach, and you see that they are not charging towards you, but running from her.

Colonel Dilancia, true to her word. Seeing her and the passion in her eyes as she chased these armed goons, knowing that there was absolutely nothing that would stop her from finding and getting to you, buoyed your heart and confidence. There is a moment of eye contact between you, but this is hardly the time for words. Trapped between two paladins, the guards have nowhere to run and are **** to fight. They try to move around either of you to not be stuck between the hammer and the anvil, but the narrow corridors, and your large sword of fire keeps them pinned together. Panicked, their fighting is **** and erratic, which paired with you lacking a shield and attacking with both hands, means that they do get a number of attacks in on you, but the magical armor made for you protects you well. The enemies fall before you, a cluttered heap of bodies form before it's all over. There being a moment of calm, she finally speaks to you

"I am SO conflicted right now!" She says in a stormy voice "You really did it, you threw yourself into trouble just to see if I would actually come and save you, you disobeyed me, you came dangerously close to violating the rules you've sworn to uphold, and.....and you made out with some total stranger right in front of me!"

"But..." You ask, curiously

"But," she responds, letting the tension go "I am still so proud of you, even more than I was before. Being able to conjure the will and strength of Mastro into a physical manifestation and weapon is difficult, it requires training, and yet you were able to do it on instinct. And, you're more than capable of fending for yourself."

"And I found Xandria" You comment, which gives her a sigh of relief

"All the more credit to your abilities. Where is the young lad?"

"causing a riot, I suspect, trying to set everyone in here free."

"Of course he is, and I supect that's why you're not with him." You nod in agreement "There are those here who seem like they are punished for things they did not do, but we don't have the time or the power to make that determination. We have to leave, and leave now. If this fatherly King is willing to imprison someone for something as simple as being affectionate in public, I do not wish to be around to see what happens for open dissent and rebellion." Together, the two of you are able to quickly navigate out of the prison, along the way seeing some of Xandria's handiwork, as a few prisoners muster whatever strength they can to run out as fast as they can. You press on, leaving the city through the gate opposite of where you came in through. Word hadn't yet reached of the prison riot, or who was responsible, and so there was thankfully noone stopping you from leaving.

As you exit, you follow the road into a densely forested area, and veer off for safety, lest someone gets the word of the two paladins that caused so much trouble. You two are both breathing heavily as you hide out, trying to regain yourselves while hopefully waiting for Xandria to return.

"What a day" Dilancia says with a chuckle "almost feel like we need to back to that spa already."

"Are you growing soft, Colonel?" You ask with teasing humor "A fight like that and you already want to call it quits?"

"No, that was just a warm up." She retorted "but I'm not as fond of dirt and grime as I was as a younger woman."

"I like the sound of that." You say as you draw close "sharing the baths with you was a rare treat"

"It was" she said, her eyes wandering over you, showing that battle isn't the only passion running through her right now. "Hopefully, the real treat isn't quite so rare"

"Not rare at all," you reply, as the two of you shed all pretense, as well as shed all of your clothing and armor. The latter proves more difficult and clunky, especially as you try to keep your tongues connected as much as possible during the process. You both compromise by at least getting your leggings off. As Dilancia lays on the ground, her legs wide, Your raging cock trades a cold and confining prison for one much more warm and comforting; your lovers sweet, dripping pussy. The slow rhythmic love making quickly dissappears, once the entirety of your cock is covered in her love-juice. Gliding in and out, there's no desire to make this last, or be romantic, or anything. You just have a huge amount of fuck-energy that you need to get out, and do it as fast as you can, making it end as fast as it starts, and leaving your partner without having gotten off as well. Having pumped all of the cum you have deep in her, she gives you a tender, sweet kiss before you slowly pull out.

"You make love like a teenager" She says with a smile. Seeing the worried face you start to make, she comforts you, verbally "Don't worry, it's cute."

"I knew I couldn't leave you two alone" You hear behind you as you try to make yourself decent again, turning around to see Xandria, bruised and bloody as well, but alive and well. You feel a rush of embarassment,having been caught, but you recollect that he more or less already knew or suspected from the start. This is no great revelation. Taking a few more minutes for everyone to rest and regain themselves, you rejoin the road, trying to get as much distance as possible between you and the city.