A surprise waits for you at the camp

When you finally lift Alexia from your penis, the cold of the high altitude air quickly shrinks you back down to your normal size and for the first time you take note of just how high Spook has climbed. The air is thin like high in the mountains and below you a layer of clouds covers the land below like a fleece blanket. A normal drake could never reach this altitude with even one Rider, and Spook has done it with a double load. You are so high that even the United Armies high-guard are nothing but tiny dark specks beneath you.

"Ok, Spook." You lean forward to take the mighty drake's reins in your hand enjoying the softness of Alexia's bare skin against your arms as you pull her firmly to your chest. "Take us back down, my friend." With a contented sigh you turn your attention to your spymaster who is only now beginning to recover from this, her first time.

"Are you alright?" You remember how she cried out when you first entered her slender body, and the way her eyes rolled back in their sockets when you began thrusting into her with full ****. Her pretty green eyes take a moment to focus on yours but then she smiles contentedly.

"I'm a little sore, Your Majesty." She snuggles closer in your arms taking the sting out the words that could be seen as an indictment. "I still can't believe that whole thing fit inside me. I'll probably be walking funny for the next couple days." She waves off your apology before it leaves your lips. "Don't be sorry, Bruce. It was exactly what I've been dreaming of for the past six years." You make the descent in contemplative silence. For all your vaunted perception, somehow you missed the fact that this beautiful woman wanted to be your lover since she had first started her menses. In hindsight, you understand better why her father sent his only daughter from court for much of that time. You're not sure you would have had the moral strength to send a determined sixteen year old away if you found her waiting for you naked and eager in your bed.

Even before you and Alexia are able to dismount you see a most welcome sight. Two well dressed warriors are closing with Spooky. Under normal circumstances you might be alarmed to see heavily armored men approaching like this, but you recognize the pair almost immediately.

Crown Prince Barticus of Coreli the 23-year old blond-haired man with the slight build of a Rider and the Prince Victor in the blue and gold of Biessoi with his carefully shaved scalp and heavy build. Victor is only a year older than his companion but is always the wiser and more careful of the pair. You had no idea that your blood-brothers had joined forces with the United Armies, but you are not surprised. Wherever there is likely to be heavy action, the Coreli Strikers, and Biessoi's famed heavy cavalry are valuable additions to any coalition.

You meet the pair four paces from the mighty drake and sweep both of them up in your arms spinning the two grown men around like children before setting the pair down.

"My brothers! I didn't know you had joined this motley crew." You sense Alexia's exasperation as you greet the pair of crown princes; she never much cared for the way the three of you got into trouble every time you got together. Ignoring her for just a few more seconds you shake the two by their shoulders. "Why didn't you come see me yesterday when we first arrived?"

"Easy there, Your Majesty." Barticus laughter fills the open space. "Yesterday we were eight leagues up the river trying to put a spanking on the bastards that keep raiding the United Armies supply line."

"And did you have any luck cornering the raiders, my Lords?" Alexia is once again standing by your side and, as always, is looking for intel that might help her get a sense of the big picture.

"No, Lady Alexia." The pair lower their heads respectfully, they knew as well as almost anyone how important your spymaster is to keeping Kalion and her armies safe, not to mention keeping you out of trouble. "The bastards always strike in the dark, so the Riders can't follow them and the rocky terrain up there makes it almost impossible to track."

"But that's not everything we have to say." Barticus adds somberly.

"What is it?" You ask. Now that you think of it, Coreli and Biesoi are never that close to the rest of the United Armies in the first place. If they are here, then it's because of Kalion, because of you. And you know Victor and Barticus wouldn't have just helped the United Armies if they can just give you a message.

"What Barticus means is, we have a reason for joining this 'motley crew'." Victor explains. "Long story short... The 100 Tribes are starting to move, Bruce. And they are heading here."

That news is totally not what you would expect right before your meeting with the Lord Marshall, but gears in your mind have started to move on how you can use this to your advantage in your meeting.

"We... will talk about this again later. We still have a meeting to attend to first." You said. "I hope you two haven't told anyone else yet?"

"No, you are the first one we told about this. Pretty sure the United Armies' scouts will find out soon enough though." Victor shrugged.

With the matter of the 100 Tribes put on hold for bow, the four of you head into the command tent. On the way you let Alexia ask a few more questions about how much of a stress these raids are putting on the flow of supplies being barged down the river. She really is the smartest of the four of you; always listening, always thinking, and most of all always keeping you from jumping in when you should wait. Add to that the fact that she is the most beautiful woman you know and you wonder why it took you so long to see how perfect she is for you. But no matter, you now have the opportunity to rectify all of that and you won't rest until Alexia becomes your queen.