Take control

You sympathize a little with the enslaved girls who clearly have a beef with their mistress, but it is not a good idea to allow slaves to start ordering around free citizens. You grip each of the pretty ****-girls by their hair and pull sharply, turning their taunts into yelps of surprise. Lady Relia is still blustering in protest, unaware of your sudden intervention.

"Slaves!" Your sharp voice silences all three at once. "Go stand by the door. Now!" The pair react immediately scurrying for the far side of the room leaving Lady Relia sobbing on her knees.

"Thank-you, thank-you, Rider." The teary-eyed woman clasps your hands in hers and pulls herself to her feet. You can't help but approve of the skillful modifications made to lady Relia's tunic; with her sleeves removed you can see her smooth shoulders and the shortened hem is high on her thighs exposing nearly the full length of her long legs. Her skin is fair, but evenly tanned to a golden hue. You wonder briefly where Lady Kiriakolis finds to sunbathe and if any of the Riders who have flown over the city have seen her scantily clothed figure lying in the sun. You have heard of Riders lucky enough to spot vain young women who are willing to risk capture in order to bring this glow to their fair skin. Many of those lucky Riders have returned to their roosts with a nearly naked prize kicking helplessly on his lap. Brushing the tempting image away you return your attention to the noblewoman who is still rambling on "- thought, they were going to make me service you like a trained pleasure ****..." her voice gradually trails into silence as she sees the look in your eyes. Lady Relia may be innocent in the ways of men, but she recognizes the hunger in your gaze and steps back hoping to put a little distance between you. With a cruel smile you step forward closing the gap causing her to move backwards again.

"I should put my robes on." She offers hopefully, but you continue to back her towards the window between the bed and your weapons rack.

"Oh, I disagree, Lady Kiriakolis." Your chuckle is not exactly wicked but it is hardly reassuring either. "I think you look much better this way." Her eyes widen at the inappropriate compliment and you see her lips tremble as she searches futilely for words. Instead of the rebuke you are expecting she lets out a soft whimper of surprise as her retreat is halted by the window ledge at her back. You step forward one more time adjusting your stance so your right knee pushes between her legs, forcing them apart to accommodate the intrusion of your thigh between hers.

"Now, we were talking about what you could do to convince me to rescue you from your sorry plight." Her nervousness only adds to the anticipation you feel as you watch her biting her full lip between her glistening white teeth. With a finger under her chin you lift her face until her eyes meet yours shyly and grind your thigh against her mons. "Do you know what Riders expect from pretty young passengers like you?"

"You can't, I just couldn't." Her blue eyes blink once or twice before she tries to elaborate. "I'm not like that … no man has ever..."

"Ever what, My Lady?" You demand softly, "ever stroked you?" You run your hands up along her bare thighs and squeeze her ass beneath the shortened tunic. The **** of your grip lifts her against your body and pin the full length of your erection between your two bodies. "Ever fingered your tight little pussy?" You lift her foot off the ground with one hand as the other reaches between her warm thighs to tickle the labia of her hidden sex. "Ever made you climax? or No man has ever gotten balls deep in your nasty cunt?" To your surprise, in spite of her obvious ****, the soft lips of her sex are slick with juices. Instead of waiting for a response that was unlikely to come, you continue your **** on her dignity.

"How about you?" Still fingering her slit, you capture one of her small hands and gently but firmly drag it between your bodies until her fingers wrap around the lump under your tunic. "Have you ever used your hands or mouth to bring a man pleasure?" With a quick nod toward the two slaves watching you add one last barb. "Or are those two right? Did you let your suitors get all worked up and then ran away, leaving behind one of those pretty little things to relieve the men's lust instead of taking care of them yourself?"

You can sense the poor woman's confusion as she experiences a man like never before and decide to test just how far you pushed her from the proud but chaste noblewoman that first entered these chambers.

"Is that what you're going to do now?" You offer her the choice, do you want me to go fuck one of those pretty slaves, or are you going to finally pay the price yourself for what you are asking for?"