Take a break

The two of you lay side by side leaving the bed only to refill your plates and winecups until the daylight fades and the sounds of the camp change. The marching of boot-shod feet, yelling of officers, hammering of bladesmiths, strident calls of signal horns are replaced by the relaxed sounds of men eating and taking care of their gear as they prepare for the night. Mixed in with the singing and laughter of the hoplites is the slapping of flesh on flesh. Grunts of pleasure from men enjoying the fruits of conquest and tearful pleading from women unaccustomed to their new duties that change gradually into moans of pleasure and even screams of pleasure. After a particularly clear girlish shriek followed by coarse laughter and raucous cheers come from a nearby tent Relia shudders and presses tightly against you.

"That one sounded young." She whispers, "So many free women serving so many men ..."

"It's not all bad," you assure her softly kissing the top of her ear. "Some women actually enjoy having a man between their thighs." Perhaps remembering her own uninhibited response to her first fucking, Lady Relia blushes sweetly as she takes your arm in hers.

"When I was that age, that was my greatest fear." Her head bobs in the direction of the loud cries of the girl in the nearby tent as she is stretched open by a man for the first time.

"My bed chambers in the estate in the city looks out towards Athenapolis' drake eyrie." Relia begins almost shyly as she toys with the hairs on your chest. "Far too often I've witnessed our own Riders return from their hunts with naked captives slung over their saddles or hanging from nets. Before I came to you I knew the risks I was taking."

"Really?" Actually, this doesn't surprise you as much as she might have thought.

"Over the years I made it a point to be in my room for the evening return of the wings, watching in particular for the Riders who landed in their roosts with a struggling prize in his arms. Whenever I saw one of these poor girls, I'd imagining what it would be like to be plucked from my life of luxury by a Rider from a distance city and **** to serve them as a woman."

"And how did you feel as you imagined being in the arms of one of those wicked raiders?"

"It terrified me, of course!" Relia responds without hesitation. "After the **** of my parents I seldom left my estate for fear of being snatched up like those unfortunate girls." Something in her voice makes you wonder how often she watched the Riders return, especially if the sight of their young captives was that disturbing.

"I'd hear about the more successful raids too." Lady Relia's voice softens as she recalls her adolescence. "As a young noblewoman I couldn't show too much interest, but people gossip especially when the catch is particularly good. One time," Relia's eyes almost sparkle in excitement, "our Riders came upon a wedding just after the ceremony had concluded. The bride, her maids of honor and several of the prettier guest were taken; four wings returned that night and each of the twelve Riders had a beautiful young woman strapped to his saddle." Her breathing becomes faster and shallower as she continues. "Some of the captives, like the bride were auctioned the very next day. I remember how the city was abuzz with excitement; the virgin bride's wedding gown was slowly cut away as men from every part of the city called out their bids - for a while it held the highest price record for the sale of a single ****." She pauses perhaps wondering if she's said too much but then with a shy smile she goes on. "Others took weeks to reach the auction blocks, and when they did, they were sold as trained pleasure slaves..."

"Did you lie in bed imagining what it might be like to be at a captor's mercy?" You prompt her and are rewarded by a look of guilty excitement. "You did, didn't you. You lay in your room and fantasized about struggling in the arms of a Rider who would **** you again and again until you were broken-in and trained to please men with your beautiful young body!" You may have hit closer to the truth than you first might have guessed, because Relia is now longer lying peacefully reminiscing about her young days.

"In my fantasies, I'd struggle of course." She whispers fiercely, pushing hard against your chest trying to roll from under you, but not before you grab her thin wrists and pull them firmly above her head. "a chaste noblewoman like me could never just surrender her innocence without a fight, but in the end the Rider would cut away all my clothes, **** apart my legs and claim me as only a man can claim a woman." You can feel your cock hardening against her belly as you pin her squirming naked body to the bed beneath you, and you decide you've taken enough of a break and are ready for more of this exquisite young beauty.

"You must have really enjoyed that little ride I gave you, huh?" Her unabashed scream as she climaxed was all the evidence you needed, but you want to hear her say the words herself.

"Yes, Korban." Relia's breathing quickens and her hips twist under yours, "You made my first time feel so good." Her struggles pause briefly "I always imagined that it would be savage, and that it would hurt more ..." The way Relia's voice trails off you wonder if perhaps she was hoping for something a little more like her girlish fantasies.