Fill her up

"I'm going to fill you with my seed." You growl even as you grab one of her legs and pull it up to change the way your cock rubs inside her. "Is your womb good and fertile?" It's hard to tell if Relia is excited or horrified by the idea of having your baby growing within her belly, but her back arches and her hips jerk as you pound into her as hard as you can. There is something about the idea of seeing this elegant noblewoman's belly and breasts swelling as she carries your son that pushes you over the edge and with a series of coarse grunts you spew your seed into her as she twists beneath you.

Only after the last twitch of your cock do you roll off Lady Relia and settling against her side huffing like a new recruit in training camp.

It takes a while for you both to finally be able to breath normally and when you do you are not sure what to say. Luckily Relia is the first to speak.

"You are a wicked, wicked man Rider Korban." She traces a finger through the short dark hairs on your chest still glistening with sweat. "Trying to plant your wild seed in my refined bloodline."

"I'm afraid your little scenario made me forget myself, Lady Relia." You are feeling a little selfish about what you did. As a refugee fleeing her home-city Lady Relia is not going to have an easy time of it, and carrying a bastard child in her womb will only make it more difficult. "I apologize, it was wrong of me to take the liberty."

"Don't Rider," Relia stops you with a quick kiss. "I asked for exactly that kind of experience, remember?" When nod silently she smiles mischievously, "What you should apologize for, you bastard, was getting me so close and then leaving me hanging." This time your chuckle is relaxed and easy.

"I think I can take care of that for you, Lady Relia." Placing two fingers on her soft lips you slide them slowly into her mouth and coat them with her saliva, "if you'll allow me to try?"

Her eyes sparkle in the moonlight and she pulls your hand down to her thighs. "Yes," she whispers softly as you begin to stroke her gently, "And as you do, tell me in detail what you randy Riders do to the innocent maidens who you lure onto your drakes."

"Why do you always want to hear the worst of my habits?" You grumble, "Don't you want to hear about the time I saved a puppy from drowning in a sudden downpour?"

"Not tonight, Rider." Relia seems adamant about this. "Tonight I want to learn about the strong ... passionate … powerful … merciless … Rider..." Relia punctuates each of the words with a kiss "who leaves a trail of broken-hearted maidens behind as he flies from one adventure to the next." Your fingers are already having an effect on the eager noblewoman because, as you start describing plucking the flower of the daughter of a copper-pinching Polhermes silk merchant, she is already moaning.

Relia gasps excitedly as you explain how her father tried to cheat you and your wingmate, and how you took your **** on the pint-sized girl with her curly brown hair and lithe toned body and the merchant's plump wife. "Did you make that proud debutant beg for your cock like I did?"

"I was too eager to claim her tight cunt for all that." You explain, and then before Relia thinks too badly about you, you add quickly in your defense. "She might not have been begging, but she was good and wet when I finally took her as we flew, and I went nice and slow because she was so tiny her ass barely filled the **** saddle."

"Oh goddess, that's what I thought you were going to do to me!" You wonder if Relia knew how close you were to doing just that as her soft body rose and fell in front of you. "I was terrified, but oh, I wanted to feel you claim me as your prize." Relia's eyes were closed, but she refuses to let you stop your story. "That innocent girl, Korban, are you sure you popped her cherry? Did she cry out like I did?"

"Oh yes, My Lady, there was no doubt about it." You pick up the pace of your fingers against her clit, "I knew, my wingmate knew, even the girl's mother heard her when I plunged into her tight cunt, she was a vocal one - and oh so tight." Relia moans wordlessly as you continue with the tale of how you broke-in the spirited teenager. "Not just her first time either, I had her twice more as we flew and again on a proper bed when we stopped for the night, and each time my friend and I spread her slender legs she squealed like a yearling lamb being shorn."

By now Relia is bucking against your hand, her back arched high and her eyes rolling in their sockets. "You let your friend fuck her too?" She gasps out even as her hand claws at her breast, finding and twisting her nipple fiercely. "Did you watch him take her as she squirmed in his arms?"

"No, by then I was too busy trying out the mother's tight asshole." Whether it was knowing that the merchant's daughter had lost her virginity to two complete strangers, or the image of the girl's mother taking it in the ass, or just the cumulation of your persistent fingering Relia finally releases the tension that had been building within her ever since you first landed with her on this mountainside campsite. You wonder briefly what the wildlife might think is happening as Relia screams in orgasmic bliss again and again into the still night air.