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Chapter 12 by Manbear Manbear

Do you choose privacy or comfort for the night?

You want to be alone with Relia

Privacy over comfort tonight you decide as you nudge Swiftwing towards the ledge. As soon as he sees the cliff side ledge you let Swift do the final aerial maneuvering, flying a drake you think to yourself is just a matter of getting them to do what they naturally want to do. After that it is just a matter of holding on. As your drake circles the site losing altitude with each pass you have a chance to check for possible dangers, the site looks good. In fact, back when drakes still lived wild in these hills this might have been one of their roosting spots.

As soon as Swift's talons have landed on the ledge you slip from the fighting straps and jump from his back. The cave is more of a deep depression in the wall than a actual cave, but at least you don't have to worry about rock trolls or other nasties creeping up on you from deep below. It must have rained recently because the detritus covering the floor is damp, however if the next two missions go as planned the moisture wouldn't matter. Moving back to Swiftwing you loosen the leather straps that held Relia so securely during your examination of her body and lift her from the drake's neck into your arms. As her breasts brushed your face the scent of jasmine once again tickles your loins and you feel your cock jump in your armor. Relia too you notice has responded to the touch her nipples have hardened again into tight peaks and her face is flushed with color.

"Stay in here." You motion to the shallow cave, "I'm going to get us some firewood." Jumping back on Swiftwing you sense his annoyance at not being able to settle in for the night. "Soon my friend, let's get some of that wood." Flying easily with the lightened load it takes little time to reach the two dead trees that you saw clinging to the cliff face above the campsite. Getting a drake to land on a tree that is too weak to support his weight is not something that they naturally want and it took two tries before Swift could be convinced to use his weight to snap off a log limb from the tree urging him to hold you glided back down to your camp site dropping the twenty foot branch with a crash on the ledge.

"One more trip, this one will take longer, about ten or twenty minutes." You tell Relia as your drake perches on the edge of the ledge flapping his wings to keep his balance. You can see she is not excited about being left alone stranded hundreds of paces above the valley floor below, so you add before you drop away:

"Don't worry, this will be worth it." And with that Swift drops into a steep dive away from the campsite. Turning back along the road that passes along the far side of the peak you soon come across the caravan, stopping for the night along the mountain road. It takes a few minutes of negotiation, but in exchange for the news of the fall of Athenapolis and the promise to scout the area around the camp the merchant-captain was willing to give you several thick horse blankets and a soft quilt as well as an ax and some food and drink. You were able to fly the scouting mission as they gathered the promised supplies and after assuring the merchant that he was relatively safe from bandits and beasts you had what they promised. In less than ten minutes you were heading back to your campsite with the supplies needed to make this night much more comfortable.

Relia was happy to see you return and even happier when you showed her the supplies that you had procured. As you used the ax to knock some of the smaller branches from the tree Relia laid the heavy horse blankets inside the cavity in the cliff face and then covered these with the thick quilt. You smile to yourself as you watch her preparing the bed. She must realize that you plan to take her on the makeshift bed, indeed she glances in your direction as she tests how soft the bed will be and seeing your eyes on her the color rises in her cheeks. She looks fantastic; her smooth legs are clearly visible through the rip in her dress as she kneels on the soft nest. The arrogance and sense of entitlement that had irritated you so much when you first talked to her in your chambers has been replaced with nervous excitement. No doubt the fingering you gave her on the quiet ride from Athenapolis helped loosen her up in more ways than one.

You had hoped to light a fire, but the dampness of the wood is frustrating your attempts and it is impossible to concentrate when you keep seeing Lady Relia stretching on the pile of bedding. Luckily it is a fairly warm night and you have blankets and a sizzling hot companion to keep you warm. Swearing in disgust you set aside the flint and remove your armor slowly letting Relia see your body as you strip off more and more of your clothing. When you are wearing nothing but a sleeveless tunic and loincloth, you sit by her side and lift her hand to your lips.

"Maybe we should wait until it is dark." Suggests Relia suddenly more nervous than you've seen her all day. "We should each have something to eat." Smiling devilishly, you agree with her but then push her back against the padding. "Wait! What are you doing?" She protests weakly as your hands slip to her thighs. The need to have her again was as strong as ever; after being pressed up against her all during the ride you are more eager for her than ever, luckily Relia looks as eager for a repeat performance as you are.

"I'm having something to eat." And with that you pull her legs wide apart and bury your face between her musky thighs. Her thighs press together but your mouth is already at her pink slit, as you touch her little bud with your probing tongue she cries out and opens to you. As soon as you feel her surrender you pull slowly away from her treasure and sit again by her side, this time drawing her lips to meet yours kissing her with the need that has been building in you since your escape from Athenapolis. With a moan she throws her arms around your neck and her lips return the passion.

"That's better." You tell her with a laugh. "I didn't rescue a prim and proper old maid, I want the wild woman who was squirming on her **** saddle as I teased her hot little pussy."

Is it finally time to enjoy this beauty?

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