Now, you want answers

God that felt good! Relia's tight ass had opened up to your gentle stretching but it is still a tight sheath squeezing your cock as you slowly let the last of your cum spew from your cock. What made the fucking particularly good was Relia's enthusiastic surrender, you wonder if some dark part of the noblewoman's mind had hoped for this to happen. Riders were known for their rakish behavior, and stories of chaste young maids taken on flights only to to land hours later naked and thoroughly used were used to discourage young noblewomen from consorting with Riders and their drakes. Lady Relia must have know this could happen, although she probably expected her hymen to be at risk, not the tight puckered rosebud that you had opened instead.

You pull slowly from her, eliciting a moan as you pull free, and turn your attention to the letters Relia had been carrying.

"Tell me about this property in Apollopol." You order as Relia trembles in shock in your arms. Her voice is weak and hard to hear from where you sit behind her, but you've had plenty of practice and as she recovers from the intensity of her reaming it becomes easier and easier to make out what she is saying.

"... a small holding. My family has owned it for years, but I've never visited it." As she speaks, you caress her plump breasts, squeezing thee warm flesh softly and toying with her nipples. You can feel Relia's stiff-necked pride growing as you stroke her tits but she is able to continue her rambling description of the property. "My father told me that it was where his family would vacation in the summer when he was a boy, it overlooks the Southern Sea and there is a path down to the water..." Relia stops with a weak moan and she pushes her back against your chest and tries to twist her breasts from your grasp.

"Go on," you order Relia to continue, wondering if this Apollonian estate sat high enough above the sea for Swiftwing to take off from. "Is it a big estate, and is it walled?"

"I told you," Her response is sharper than before, "I don't know, I've never been there." Apparently, Lady Relia is recovering her pride - too bad. You like her quite a bit better when she is begging for your cock.

The city of Apollo is as good a final destination as any you can think of; but first you need to get this haughty bitch to Helios and make some money off of her eager young body. The high hills that drop steeply into the ocean below continue for the next several hours and you know a several good spots to spend the night along the way. You spend the next minute checking Swiftwing's flying for any sign of weakness from to the injury to his wing or lack of conditioning, but if anything Swift is as happy to be free of the doomed city as you are. Lady Relia on the other hand is less pleased by her new situation, the attractive softness that you had noticed after her fuck is slowly replaced with the arrogance you remember from your first meeting hours ago.

"Do you know many other young women in Athenapolis?" You ask Relia wondering if it would be worth risking returning to her city after her sale to bring back another prize for the men of Helios to plunder. "Pretty ones like you with round tits and tight little asses for men to fuck?" She doesn't answer until your sword hand finds her tit again, this time instead of caressing her soft flesh you grab the plump mound and squeeze it hard.

"Aigh." She cries out. When you release her breast, you can't help but notice how swollen and tight her nipple is. The reminder of her situation weakens her resistance, and you can start to see cracks in her prideful facade. "Yes, I know of a few." She tells you without hesitation, "some of my friends were invited to the citadel, but I'm sure many others are being hunted down and ravished just like me."

"They'll all be on their backs getting fucked if the citadel falls as quickly as the city walls." You chuckle at the thought of this many lovely prizes all taken at once by the men of the United Armies. However, thinking over the tactical situation you realize that there is a good chance that the stronghold won't be taken at all and those pretty young women would be spared the fate of the other lovely females of Athenapolis. As you ruminate, you hold the noblewoman against your torso and let your fingers find their way back to her dripping slit.

"Please, not again..." Relia moans softly when she feels your teasing, but you pay little attention to her words as you evaluate the situation in Relia's home town. Athenapolis fell surprisingly easily, but the citadel is an imposing natural defensive position that will be a tough nut to crack. As you stroke your squirming captive you pay special attention to her sensitive nipples squeezing and twisting them until both stand up like soldiers at attention. Between the stimulation of her breasts and juicy cunt, Relia's objections soon turn to moaning in need and pumping her sex against your fingers, but your fingering is only half-hearted as you try to anticipate the fate of the city.

In just a few days the United Army might have a real problem. Few merchants will risk bringing huge shipments of food into the city if they fear their caravans will be looted, but without the influx of grain to feed the masses the city will erupt into chaos. To make matters even worse, while the citizens of the lower city starve as their food supplies run low there will be a mass exodus of mercenaries who will be well pleased with the plunder they find sacking the many homes and businesses of the city. Without the strength of the private mercenary companies, the regular army will have a nightmare on their hands.

"The United Armies are going to need help bringing in and distributing food." You sense Relia's confusion and pausing your digital stimulation you explain what you've been thinking about for the past few minutes as you toyed with her responsive body. In spite of her aroused state, Relia quickly grasps the implications of your assessment. Only the most powerful families in Athenapolis would have the contacts and clout to keep the peace among the starving masses of the great city.

"But those are the very families that are the power behind the Council!" Exclaims Relia, even as she unconsciously spreads her thighs wide inviting you to continue where you left off, "They are the ones that developed Athenapolis' **** trade in the first place. The leaders of the Unified Armies would never make a deal with them."

Rewarding her good behavior you spend a few more minutes stroking her softly until once again you can feel the tension in her body as she approaches her climax. You remove your hands again, smiling behind her back when you hear her moan of frustration, and you go back to your earlier conversation.

"They may have to, If Athenapolis goes for more than a week without food, the citizens will riot, and the mercenary troops and volunteers will be leaving for their homes, their pockets full of plunder." Lady Relia's body is still squirming hoping for more of the gentle explorations of your fingers. "I doubt the United Army's soldiers that remain will be able to control a starving city." You move both your hands up to her breasts and resume pinching and twisting at her nipples until she's whimpering like a hungry puppy. "The only real choice they'll have will be to negotiate with the Regent and his Council to get as much as they can in tribute before declaring victory and retreating back to their city-states with wagons of plunder and coffles of beautiful naked women." Relia's body shudders against yours but it is hard to tell whether it is in response to the rough handling of her nipples or the knowledge that like her, many of the young women of Athenapolis would be spending the next few years of their lives paying for the greediness of the city elders.

"I wouldn't be surprised if within a year Athenapolis looks very much like it looked before the siege." You tell her as she rocks against you desperately. "Many of the prized possessions of the lesser houses who could not seek sanctuary in the Citadel will be missing, and of course, some of the most attractive young women of Athenapolis will find themselves in the **** markets of distant cities." You feel Relia shudder in your arms as you mention her fate. "But those powerful families in the citadel, the true power behind the regent's High Council will be almost as wealthy and powerful as before the fall of the city. No, if the citadel can hold fast for more than a fortnight, my guess is that the United Armies will have to negotiate a settlement." Your hands slid down over her firm belly and you can feel Relia stiffen in anticipation.

"What if it does fall?" Relia asks with a moan as your fingers push against her sex. Her pelvis wiggles desperately against them trying to reach the point of release that you have been denying her. With a chuckle you return to your slow teasing. Relia whimpers in frustration, but accepts your unspoken control of her body.

"I doubt it will. It is defended by the cream of the troops left in the city," you ignore the pleading of your passenger as you continue, "didn't you notice as the citizens of Athenapolis were armed and sent to the walls, many of the elite mercenary troops were withdrawn into the citadel?" Relia shakes her head and you wonder how many other of the lesser nobles, merchants and guildsmen in the city didn't even realize they had been sacrificed to keep the elite in power.

"To answer your question though, if the Citadel does fall, all your friends hiding high up in that fortress will be in for some good hard fucking." Relia's gasp makes you wonder if some part of her is glad to think about those other aristocratic maidens being ravaged just like her. "The troops that finally fight their way to the top will be hungry for the sweet flesh of those sheltered noblewomen. In a way you are lucky that I captured you; those young maidens will be fucked by two or three men at once, and without the gentle teasing that you received to prepare the path."

"Oh goddess!" Lady Relia bucks futility as you finger her, is she imagining what it would be like to be dragged out from a hiding place by a group of lustful warriors eager for the spoils of war? One final time you pull your hands away, this time pushing your fingers one at a time into her mouth as you talk.

"Of course with the fall of the citadel, there could be real change in Athenapolis. New merchants would arise to fill the void and old policies could be changed. There would also be a new Regent or maybe even a king will be placed on the throne with some farfetched story of how he is in fact the last of the royal bloodline. The real power would be held by the new noble houses ruling the city. These no doubt would be founded by high officers of the conquering army, legitimizing their claims with **** marriages to the pretty young widows and captive daughters of the old defeated nobility." Lady Relia stiffens at this.

"The same poor women that they plunder when they take the citadel?" She sucks briefly on another of your fingers before pulling her mouth free and finishing her thought. "You mean my friends might be **** to marry the very same man that violated them when the citadel is taken." The pace of her breathing is increasing noticeably, whether from your patient stroking, or the thought of the shameful fate that her friends would have to endure. "Then their new husband could summon them to his bed and spread open their knees whenever they felt like enjoying their sweet bodies." She is close to breaking and you slow the pace of your fingering as she squirms and moans in your arms. "Refined aristocrats bred like brood-mares to start a new bloodline, their wombs swelling with the sons of their conquerors." Her voice breaks as she describes the fate of her friends and for a second you fear you've given her the release she's been begging for, but with a moan of frustration she returns from the edge of the elusive climax.

"I hate you! I hate all men, even the men of Athenapolis who started this with their sick desire to take slaves from other cities." And then to your astonishment she captures another of your fingers soaked in her juices and sucks it into her mouth as she twirls her tongue around it licking every last bit of flavor from it.

Your other hand returns to caressing Relia's most sensitive areas; tweaking her pebbled nipples, gently brushing her clit and running up the soft curve of her throat to her face softly touching her sensitive ears and eager lips. Relia is writhing on your fingers **** for the orgasm you've been denying her and with a concentrated effort you send her over into one of the biggest climaxes you have ever seen a woman have. It takes nearly a minute before her twitching body finally stills and she relaxes again against your torso. After enjoying the warmth of her body against yours for several minutes, you turn her head to meet your gaze and you return to your questioning.

"Why were you given an unsealed message of common greetings to deliver to Prince Anochises of Apollopol?" While Lady Relia lips tighten in silence you pull the message out to look at it more carefully. The envelope is thick and crisp under your fingers and after unfolding it from the protective outer layer of parchment the message inside is as you recall, a trite greeting from a nobleman in Athenapolis to the crown prince of the city of Apollo.