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Chapter 37 by Manbear Manbear

Do you honor her request, or do you have something different in mind for this pretty young servant.

You do your best

"I'll do my best, girl. But," You tell her after a deep kiss that makes your toes curl, "I'm not from Helios and I'm a Rider. I'm not one of those common foot soldiers who are going to eventually see through Lady Sabella's disguise and enjoy her sweet pussy."

"Oh, but they can't." Sandrine pulls away from you long enough to shake her head in dismay. "My mistress is still a maid, she's never been with a man."

"She won't be a maid for long." You laugh as you roll her onto her back and position yourself between her thighs. "Let's not worry about your former mistress. You have far more pressing concerns."

"Oh, I can feel that pressing concern now, Sir." Sandrine giggles nervously. "You're bigger than my other lovers, but I imagine you'll enjoy stretching me open."

And that is exactly what you do for the next several minutes, rocking gently deeper and deeper into this young servant's wet slit. Through the closed door of her small chamber you heard the sounds of men plundering the occupants of the tower as one by one the pretty prizes are dragged from their hiding places. Some of the cries are angry and defiant, others sound more like futile pleading and several times you hear the sharp cries of young maids as they receive their first lessons in pleasing men. The sounds from this small chamber however are the gasps and moans of a man and woman sharing the blessings of Aphrodite, and that suits you just as well.

When you've satisfied yourself and Sandrine, you roll off the panting young servant and kiss her softly one more time. She lacked the experience of a practiced whore, but clearly knew more than Lady Relia about what was expected of a woman when she lay with a man. You wondered briefly about who her other lovers had been and if any had cared for her at all, but before you have a chance to ask her, the sounds of angry men moving down the hallway outside the door reminded you of your unusual position.

"We have to be on our way Little One." You tell the curvy brunette. "I imagine there are still some soldiers around who didn't find what they were looking for, and I for one have no intention of sharing you with that lot."

Are you able to leave the Citadel without incident?

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