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With the first spurt of seed, Relia shudders and lets out a soft moan. "Oh goddess!" The second and third ejaculations completely fill her and you can feel even more wet heat as your seed lubricates her passage even more. "Don't you care at all how you've ruined me?" Her voice cracks softly and you feel a bit of sympathy for the once proud noblewoman.

"No, my beauty, you have it all wrong." You tell her as she lies quivering under you with her tight inner muscles still pulsing around your member. "I haven't ruined you; I've made you even more desirable, trust me. Men are going to be lining up for a chance to be with you." You can see the skepticism in her gaze, but at least she's not crying.

"Really?" This poor thing really doesn't know what men want. Picturing her with milk-filled breasts and her hips widened by dropping a babe, you know that you're not lying. "But I'll be swollen like a wineskin left out in the sun."

"Just for a few months, Relia." You roll onto your side still holding her firmly, refusing to pull out until you had to. "Not every man wants a girlish virgin to deflower, most prefer a fully mature woman like you with the experience to treat a man right." Not that you minded popping this proud beauty's cherry but that is a one-time thing; by the time you're done training her she'll be a fine prize. Almost in conjunction with the thought, your cock withdraws from her sex leaving a trail of blood and cum dripping out as you pull free.

After a few minutes of silent thought as you play with Relia's puckered nipples, you carefully pull free. Now that the two of you are not rutting like animals, the cool mountain air is more noticeable, and you turn your attention to getting a fire started. It doesn't go well. The old tinder in your firebox refuses to take the spark in this damp weather; after months of living in the comfort of a tower apartment starting a fire in the wilds is proving more difficult than you had expected. Relia peeks from under the blanket watching your efforts silently.

The sight of the former freewoman reminds you of the heavy envelope with the message to Crown Prince Anochises. After only a heartbeat of hesitation you determine that the envelope at least could be used to keep you warm. Taking the outer envelope, you slice a strip the width two fingers from the margin of the folded paper and with your knife shave about half the paper into wispy strips until you had a nest the size of an egg resting on the rest of the strip. Carefully refolding the message into the envelope, you return it to your belt and in just a minute or two an ember from the flint settles on the shredded paper and you blow it into life.

You transfer the nest of burning paper into the kindling and in less than a minute the shallow cavern is lit and warmed by the light and heat of a small fire. It is only as you put away your fire-starting kit that you notice that the scrap of paper that you had held the nest of embers on was now covered with faint writing.

"Drake's eggs!" You swear in surprise unable to hide the urgency in your tone and Relia watches wide-eyed as you hold the outer envelope to the flames and words gradually appear on the plain white paper.