She is resigned

It does not take long for Lady Kiriakolis to realize that you are heading away from the United Armies' camp and that her rendezvous with the Lord Marshal will be delayed. She doesn't say anything, but she looks back at the receding city walls several times until her soft body slumps lower in the saddle. in this new position the warmth of her backside against your belly and loins is impossible to miss especially with the way Swift's wings lift you against her with each powerful stroke. It does not take long before Lady Relia becomes aware of the same steady rhythm.

At first she tries to subtly swift her position to minimize the intimate contact but the saddle is designed specifically to guide a ****'s body into exactly this **** position and it seems to have the exact same effect on free women as well. Cruising like this at a constant altitude over the plains below is as much gliding and the drake's wings beat slowly and steadily followed by long pauses of rest. The effect has been described as 'fucking in slow motion' by more than one of your Rider friends and the description is not inaccurate. Of course if your passenger's claims of chastity are truthful, she has no basis of comparison but all the same you can sense her growing awareness of the very intimate nature of her seat. After a burst of four or five strokes where you deliberately leaned into her soft curves with every stroke Relia finally breaks the silence.

"When can we land, Rider?" She might not be aware of the huskiness in her tone, but you pick up on it immediately. You are enjoying the freedom of riding the winds for the first time in almost a month especially because of the feeling of Lady Relia's soft ass cupping your hard shaft; it would to hard to bring this to an end so soon, and luckily you don't have to. The plains below are no place to land a drake, it would simply be impossible to lift off from the open grassy flatlands even on a windy day. You don't tell her that if you had chosen to follow the coastline, she could have been on the ground by now. You aren't deliberately trying to sabotage this earnest noblewoman's plans, the shot to the hills was clear and who knows how many wings would be patrolling the coastal high-road.

"I'm afraid I can't land until we reach the hills, my lady." It serves no purpose to let her know either about the cliffs overlooking the blue sea along the coast or how much you are enjoying the way her slender body reacts each time you are lifted firmly against her.

"How much longer will that be, Sir?" She asks as squirms once again in the saddle.

"About an hour more, I'd guess." The involuntary moan that escapes her pretty lips makes you grin and with the next upward stroke you grind your cock as hard as you can between her cheeks. Once again you hear a stifled moan and you see the knuckles on her fingers turn white as she clenches the small handle on Swiftwing's harness.

"This saddle is so small there is no modest way for a lady to sit." You laugh out loud for the first time since the drake wires were strung over the city trapping you and Swiftwing.

"This saddle was not designed with modesty in mind." You explain to the naïve noblewoman. "In fact just the opposite, it's a ****-saddle and it's designed for the pleasure of the Rider on otherwise tedious flights."

"Oh!" She pauses for almost a minute digesting the information before she answers. "You'd be fucking one of my slaves right now if you took them instead of me." The thought had occurred to you as well. After a long silence Lay Relia surprises you with a new offer. "Would you fly me to the Lord Marshal if I let you use me like a ****?" After her repeated rejections of you in your apartment you wonder what has changed that Relia is now offering up her chastity.

"No, Now that I am free of the United Armies Riders not even your lovely body could tempt me to turn back." You answer quietly before you start thinking about how good this chaste noblewoman would feel jerking on your cock.

"Is it my 'lovely body' or the defilement of a noblewoman far above your station that tempts you?" Relia asks as she wiggles again in her seat. She must be trying to pull away from you but here attempt only succeeding in rubbing her firm ass against your stiff cock. "If I had been a common **** like the others, would you have been tempted by my soft curves?"

"I think I would have." You grown softly into her ear as she squirms. "Your brown-haired strumpet will have the High Rider himself eating out of her - uhm - hand by the end of this week, and the skinny-blonde just doesn't have your soft curves for a long flight like this one." Somehow this hits the right note with the proud noblewoman and you decide to test just how far you can push your luck. "Besides, you intrigue me much more than either of your slaves. " Relia says nothing, but she settles back against you more fully than before. The feel of her warm body against yours and the smell of her perfumed hair is causing your body to respond yet again. She must be effected too because her body continues to twist and wiggle on her saddle but now she seems to be adding to the stimulation and no longer trying to avoid it. Her next statement catches you completely by surprise.

"I know what Riders do to helpless women who fall into their clutches." Her voice almost cracks, but she forces herself to continue. "I used to see our city wings return to their eyrie each evening." She wiggles her round butt against you and explains. "Their lofts were only a hundred paces or so from my family estates and I watched in particular for the Riders who had naked captives draped over their saddles, their arms and legs bound in coarse rope." Your hand rests gently on her shoulder, you can only imagine how terrifying it must have been for a young woman to see girls her age taken, stripped and sold for the pleasure of men.

"Your city's hunters were hated and feared in every land, Lady Kiriakolis." You make no attempt to ease the guilt and shame she appears to be trying to hide. "They're largely the cause of this war, taking women from every town in the land, even raiding fortified cities for pretty prizes of your high standing."

"I know, Rider." Lady Relia moans softly as she places her delicate hand on yours, "I should have pitied those poor young women taken from their homes by men interested in the pleasure they could take from ravaging their nubile young bodies and the gold they'd earn from their sale." Her other hand now run restlessly on her bare thigh, "I should have pitied them but I didn't." Her breathing quickens as she continues. "In public my friends and mocked them for their weakness, but alone in my room, as I imagined what it would be like to struggle futilely in their strong arms" she pauses with her eyes closed, a fist at the junction of her thighs, and her voice so low you only just barely heard her words. "In private," she whispers, "I envied them."