Sadly, none of these

After the thirty or so elite war captains of Helios have each select one of the lovely kneeling captives, and then the Hoplites of Apollopol whose job had been to 'guard' the others, the best of the prizes are gone. As you suspected, the white-clad priestesses had been among the first to be chosen. Although older than most of the other kneeling women, these chaste women had been selected years before by their churches as much for their looks as their wisdom. You have seen these clerics and many others like them parading through the temple grounds both in this city and Heliopolis.

It is not hard to imagine that many of the victorious war captains, like you, had secretly lusted after these forbidden females. Spared the burden of childbirth and hard labor, those lovely young teens had had matured like fine wines into exquisite beauties, only now to be sampled by men.

Next the hoplites from Apollo pick through the remaining of the captured daughters of the vanquished city and the young wives whose womanly bodies would make fine bed slaves. By the time the victorious officers are done picking through the fine prizes, there is not much left for you to choose from.

You already have Lady Relia by your side, so you are not too disappointed that the collection of exquisitely beautiful noblewomen has been exhausted by the time you were given a chance to claim another prize. Instead of settling for one of the heavily powdered matriarchs in the second group of women, many of whom were old enough to be grandmothers or otherwise severely flawed you decide to defer your choice until the rooms below in the hollowed-out citadel are examined.

It is a bit of a gamble, because even if these dried-out matrons are not worth bedding, they are still some of the wealthiest and most powerful women in the city and might well be redeemed for a healthy sum when they are eventually paraded to the auction block to be sold to the highest bidder. However, you have noticed that none of the women assembled in this small courtyard appear to be either servants or slaves; there is a good chance that many of these aristocratic women have ladies-in-waiting in their rooms below to dress and bathe them. It is equally likely that the powerful Lords of the city will have their favorite sex-slaves tucked away somewhere in those chambers as well. While lacking the impeccable breeding of the young women who are currently struggling in the strong arms of their captors, those serving girls would be young and beautiful and far less likely to put up a fight when you undress them and lead them to your bed.

So, you wait. There is a delay while the young women chosen by the victors are stripped of the rest of their clothing and their naked bodies are gleefully examined by their new masters. There are a few more scuffles as the fathers and husbands of the victims take offense at how the young women are displayed and probed, but after the second of these outraged men is tossed from the heights of the mighty Citadel, the rest of the captured aristocracy are much more subdued. Most of the stripped prizes are shocked by their sudden change of status and submit meekly to the powerful warriors who select them, lead them from the crowd and then cut away the fine undertunics exposing their nude bodies to the lustful eyes of their fellow officers.

The naked women are as lovely as you expected, from the full-breasted wives to their slender-hipped daughters you feel the stirring of your cock as you watch the lucky officers run their hands over the soft flesh of their prizes. As expected, some of the best figured captives were from the Temple of Athena, priestesses who for the first time in their lives had to submit to the rough hands of men on their breasts and thighs. You learn as you overhear the warriors question their newly stripped prizes that the High Priestess is not among those captured; she had decided to remain holed up in the temple below with over half dozen of the younger priestesses and all of the temple's teenaged acolytes. You envy the men that will be assigned to pry open that oyster and find the pearls waiting for them inside.

Lady Relia is as stunned as her Athenian noble counterparts by how quickly her fate had pivoted. It was not long ago that Prince Anochises was crudely groping her plump tits and describing just how he intended to punish her sweet flesh; now that arrogant traitor is a bloody mess at the foot of the tower and Relia is once again unfettered, standing at your side. She watches the conquerors enjoying the spoils of war with undisguised interest, and you wonder once again how much the terrifying possibility of being captured and used by invading forces must have weighed on her during the siege. You remember just how eagerly she had responded that first night on the cliffs and pull her soft body even closer enjoying the way this lovely young woman melts into your side.

"So why didn't you try to get your share of that?" Lady Relia asks you as she glances toward the high table where the High Marshal is running his hands over the slender nude body of a trembling dark-haired teen at least thirty years younger than him. Behind you the Lords of Athenapolis are being marched down the same narrow path that you had climbed not long ago, and the courtyard had suddenly become much less crowded.

"None of them were as pretty as you." You tell her and then before she mistakes you for a gentleman instead of the coarse free-Rider that you are, you explain your thinking about finding a servant in the rooms below.

"You're a pig." Relia whispers in your ear, but even as she does her thigh lifts to brush your already stiff cock making it throb in response. "But, I hope you can find a pretty one," and then even softer she breaths into your ear so quietly you wonder if you hear her correctly "and I hope you'll share her with me."

A few minutes later, once the careful allotment, examination and securing of the captives is over, and reinforcements arrive from below, the attention of the troops is turned to the sealed doors leading to the rooms below.