Show her the letter

Your naked captive is kneeling on the blankets watching you with a mixture of curiosity, fear and confusion. You are surer than ever that this pretty noblewoman had no idea what she was carrying between her fragrant breasts. Even before you finish revealing the full message you decide to let your pretty captive read the secret letter. Especially the postscript should make it clear to her what the High Council of her city thought about her value to the city and Haradeus' cryptic comment as he was leaving.

At first, she is confused when she scans the letter, but as she reads the secret offer she had been selected to deliver, she begins to understand. You can see the proud noblewoman stiffen as the offer becomes clear and in fact tell the exact moment when she gets to the post-script, when her back straightens and her eyes narrow in anger.

"Those spineless jellyfish!" Relia is clearly incensed, pulling futilely at her bound wrists. "Are all men bastards like you?" You aren't sure if she is referring to the high council of Athenapolis, Haradeus. the operative that set her up, or Prince Anochises who could have very easily have taken her as his ****, but you agree none-the-less because essentially she is correct. If you are a beautiful young noblewoman, then yes, all men were bastards who wanted nothing more than to get their hands on her delectable ripe young body.

"That plan couldn't work, could it?" Her angry question reveals how much she still cares about what happens to her home city. Did this pretty captive hope the siege of Athenapolis could be broken so she could return home? Or is she, as it seems, really that offended by the council selling her home city (and many of the loveliest maidens who live there) to this foreign prince?

What surprises you even more than her anger is that you are nearly as disturbed as your pretty bound captive is by the treachery of these members of the High Council. Not that you really gave a damn about whether Athenapolis falls to the United Armies of Heliopolis' alliance or not, but the idea that a select group of Patriarchs could keep their positions of power while others pay the price annoys you. Those same demagogues who had first abandoned all of the citizens of the city except for the select hundred or so that took refuge with them in the Citadel have now compound their crimes. They are attempting to buy the favor of an arrogant young princeling from a foreign city with this offer of a throne and all the sweet young girl flesh that he wanted.

"It might," you lay Relia back on her back and amuse yourself by caressing her naked body as she trembles in the cool night air, "if Prince Anochises is able to make his way to the center of the United Armies camp without being challenged, and enough of his captains agree to join in his treason..." Your voice tails off as you try to assess the odds of a plan this audacious. It's hard to concentrate as you are more than a little distracted by the smooth warm skin of Relia's naked body, with each touch of your hand she shivers sending waves of pleasure everywhere your bodies are in contact. Already you can feel the stirrings in your loins as you consider how next to enjoy this eager young noblewoman, "... but would Prince Anochises even be tempted to take such a risky grab at power?"

"He would if it meant he could get his hands on Sabella, the Lord Regent's daughter." Relia must have sensed your confusion because as she wiggles and squirms when you played with her goodies, she explains that Prince Anochises had courted the sixteen year old Lady Sabella arduously two or three years ago and the Regent's daughter had rejected every attempt he had made to woo her.

"That explains why she was named in particular." You sigh as the possibility that this far fetched plan by the High Council of Athenapolis might succeed rises slightly higher. Burning the letter and forgetting about the United Armies and Athenapolis was the safe option, but there is the potential for real profit here.

"Who are the other five couriers?" You ask her, "If even one of them finds her way to his court he'll read this offer." Relia shakes her head and you don't even bother pressing her, why would Heradus tell her something like that? "Forget it, I can't very well hang around his court and abduct every beautiful refugee from Athenapolis who tries to deliver a message to the Crown Prince."

"Even if I did know, why would I tell you, Rider?" Relia clearly has not forgotten the postscript added to the end of the secret note. "So it can be you and not that prig Anochises that plucks their cherries like you plucked mine?" She shudders by your side, but you cannot be sure if it is her deflowering or something else that she is recalling. "I was only in court a few times when Prince Anochises was in attendance, but even so I was warned to stay clear of him and his cronies. He is a cruel man, and no one blamed young Sabella for her decision to reject the Crown Prince."

You briefly toy with the idea of creating your own harem of **** noblewomen from Athenapolis, a different one for each night of the week. You chuckle at the notion as your hands start caressing her soft thighs. Six **** maidens each waiting for our turn to be fucked senseless by your mighty cock. You finger her roughly and she moans softly arching her back as you toyed with her; the dilemma posed by the note from the High Council now seems much less important. You kiss her sweet lips again and settle between her thighs, she tastes like sweet wine and your cock jerks against her in anticipation. When it finally plunges into her newly opened passage she is wild-eyed with passion.

"Oh goddess, the things you do to me, Master." Her willingness to let you use her like this excites you almost as much as the tight grip of her pussy.

Relia's sweet body is strangely addictive, and you find yourself rocking in and out of her with an urgency that surprises you; after all you've had her twice already just in the past hour or so. The next few minutes are filled with the sound of flesh striking flesh and the soft moans and grunts of two lovers enjoying each other. When it ends you pull the blankets up covering your gleaming bodies from the cool night air and pull her close to you.

"I think I'll take you and this note back to the United Armies." You tell her after you are done tracing the delicate line of her jaw as you hold her. "The Lord Marshal should be very pleased to learn about you and your message." Even in the dim light from the night-stars you see her eyes widen in fear, but she knows enough to keep her mouth shut, she doesn't even protest when you tie her wrists together and loop the end of the cord around your wrist. The binding is not cruel, but you doubt she'll be able to free her wrists without waking you and it should keep her from jumping to her ****.

"Hopefully, once that arrogant prince of Apollo is put in his place, I'll be nicely paid. If the Marshall let's me keep you, I can still follow through with my original plan to sell your pretty little ass in Heliopolis."