Your reward

"Free-Rider Korban," The balding clerk bobs his head in what could be mistaken for a bow if you were feeling charitable, "The Lord Marshal has not forgotten your service to the United Armies." From behind you Relia's snort informs you of her opinion of the Lord Marshal's treatment of you, but the clerk pays no attention to the interjection. "Lord Raxius instructed me to make known his gratitude, I'm sure he would have preferred to present this personally, but at the moment he is otherwise occupied.

This time it is your turn to snort, a quick glance at the raised dais where the council had been seated reveals the important business that has the supreme general of the United Armies occupied. The same slender brunette who earlier had been struggling in his arms is now straddling his prone figure and is gyrating slowly on his groin with his hands resting on her hips. The young woman's head is thrown back with half-closed eyes; her mouth is half open as she grinds her pelvis on the general's hips, and she looks like she might be approaching a climax.

The Lord Marshal too is grunting and his hands move from her hips to the firm round tits jiggling above. The clerk reclaims your attention by pressing into your hand a scroll bearing the newly minted golden insignia of the United Armies, alongside the official seal of the Temple of Helios in addition to several other City-States and Holy Churches.

Scanning through the proclamation you pause as Lady Relia's name catches your attention. Actually it is her full name 'Lady Relia Sophia Ariana Kiriakolis of the Riverbend Nidaniaus family' - thank the gods that Riders don't have to carry around weighty names like those, their drakes would never get off the ground. The import of the proclamation is to recognize the Lady of Athenapolis as your legitimate prize as well as all of her properties, possessions and privileges. You hear Relia's gasp as she reaches that same line as she reads over your shoulder. Her fingers bite deeply into your arm as the details are outlined and acknowledged by representatives from all the major alliance partners.

"Well, Master," Relia stresses the word deliberately, "I see the Lord Marshal has rewarded you for your service to the cause. He seems less concerned about my wellbeing."

"It's not all bad," you counter with a gentle squeeze of her hand, "because of this, you will not be led out in chains and sold naked in the grand auction." Her fingers tighten around yours and you see her nod slowly, "And you still get to live in your house and sleep in your bed." Her second nod is a little smoother, but she still is not happy.

"I had hoped to be granted my freedom by this proclamation, Korban, not legally enslaved and stripped of my possessions." You can see the pride in the noblewoman rising once again to the surface.

"To be fair, my Lady," You remind her, "you relinquished those properties when you hired a free-Rider to help you flee from the city." She stiffens slightly as you pull her into your lap and hold her against your chest. "Do you dispute your capture?" You grin as you remember the leisurely flight with this proud woman squirming on your cock. She huffs indignantly but does not deny the recent change in her station. Hoping to lighten the mood you point the cadre of older advisors surrounding the Lord Marshal. "Perhaps you hoped to be claimed by one of the United Army's noble-born officers instead of a scoundrel like me?" The clerk interrupts before Relia can answer.

"These two hoplites have been assigned to get the woman to your new estates safely." He tells you as he points at the two stoic looking veterans who would probably much rather be looting the Citadel than playing guard duty. "But after that they have other duties," one of the pair flashes a toothy grin at the mention of these other duties, "so if she runs off, that will be on you." He reaches for a notepad, "Do you wish to accompany them to secure your prize or stay here for the breaching of the lower levels?"