Getting ready to leave

"Take me," Relia suddenly breathes out, "take me now!"

It's not a proper response to your earlier question, but you must admit to finding it much more preferable and you even spend a few seconds considering doing what she asks you to before finally deciding against it.

As willing and as eager as she is now, Relia will most likely be even more adamant about offering herself to you once you've brought her safely out of the city. The only other option is that you and Swift will fail to escape the Riders up above, and then you'll all be dead, so it matters little.

"I will," you promise her, "but not here."

As if to show her that you mean it, you pull your hand from Relia's ass and lean in to plant a soft kiss on her forehead while your fingers slide through her lustrous hair.

"Why not?" Relia asks, her head bowed so that her eyes are aimed down at your satisfied cock, though her question is inquisitive rather than protesting.

"Because when I do," your response suggests that you're fully confident that the occasion to take Relia's virginity will come to you again, "I intend to take my time doing it, ad I expect you'll be screaming your head of when I get you excited enough." Relia blushes even more deeply than before.

The mere prospect of you doing so is enough to make Relia squeeze herself up against you, and again you're brought to wonder whatever happened to the haughty noblewoman who stepped into your apartment just minutes earlier, though you would never dream to complain about what she's been replaced with, particularly not when Relia begins to plant kisses up the right side of your neck.

"I'd hate to have those screams attract any unwanted visitors..." You remind her softly of your precarious position as you take a loose but strong hold of her right arm and **** her to stop embracing you, "I really must get prepared."

"Why didn't you keep my slaves and the gold here?" Relia asks moments later, observing you as you stand in front of the weapons rack, "And use them to try to pressure me into whatever you wanted."

From the way she speaks, you guess that this is the first time that Reilia realizes that you could have chosen such a course of action.

"Because I wanted you to give yourself to me willingly," you offer as an answer to her question, though you're still not sure why you're so eager to have her consent, "and it seemed more likely to happen if you were alone."

"But you could have had one of my slaves, instead of me," Relia objects, "surely you must have guessed that they would be much more experienced than me?"

"They're not as beautiful," your reply suggests that that's the end of the discussion as far as you're concerned, and Reilia falls silent as she seems to consider your words, appearing almost stunned by them.

Doing your best to not think of the beautiful naked woman who's standing only a few yards away from you, you instead turn your head to the two suits of armor that hang on the rack. The heavier armor would protect you much better, and it is easily worth as much as the chest of gold that Relia's slaves took with them when they left. Still, it is much too heavy for Swiftwing to be able to carry you in it and still have the strength needed for Relia's added weight.

It's a good thing then that you got it cheap from the bereaved relatives of slain Rider, because it'll be the lighter armor that you'll wear. As long as you don't get hit by any heavy metal objects, sharp or otherwise, it's actually the preferable choice. The polished leather cuirass has over years of use formed to fit your torso perfectly and the straps that hang from the belt are much more comfortable than the fitted armor you are leaving behind.

Not only is it something that's much more endurable to wear during long flights, but its relative lightness means that Swift will be able to climb faster.

Relia is still standing there naked as you begin to dress yourself in your lighter suit of armor, plainly captivated by the sight of you as you slip into the soft leather and begin to tighten all its straps and buckles.