Save a horse. Ride a cavalry girl.

“An adventurer? I see, so you’re one of those cowardly mercenaries who won’t do your duty in the King’s Army?”

Ouch. This is not going as you expected at all. You had approached the strong-looking woman nursing her sorrows at the bar with a refill for her pint and one of your own. After some consideration, you determined that going with unlicensed companions for your journey north would cover you in case you needed to take a few “wrong turns” with the mystical artifact now in your possession, but so far you haven’t even gotten the ex-soldier’s name.

She isn’t wrong. You had never had any attention of joining the army, getting stuck as an infantryman and dying in someone’s failed charge for the glory of the fatherland. You do have some cards to play, however.

“The Guild gets crown quests all the time. We might not be in a company, but we did plenty during the war. I was even in the group that took out that General who had been burning bridges, crops, and villagers on his march south,” you explain, dangling the bait.

She looks at you, obviously doubtful, “General La Porreaux? That fat, cowardly war criminal would never take the field!”

“Yeah, there’s a mage at the Guild who’s basically dedicated his life to the explosion spell, and was experimenting with anchoring one to an inanimate object. So my crew caused a big distraction while one of our rogues snuck a “special cigar” into his tent. Jackass did himself in when he tried to light up on some poor soul’s burning livelihood.” You love telling that story.

She sizes you up again, trying to rate your honesty, but then sighs and finally takes the mug you offered. “Then I suppose I can admit I’m grateful that swine never touched Old Forentian soil.”

“It was a big explosion. To be fair, some of him probably did.” The two of you laugh and knock back your pints. “So, again, I’m Alan. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Sec…former Second Lieutenant Roana Cori. I was a member of the 1st Cavalry Unit.” You can see the sadness flash through her eyes. “Now I move boxes from one wall of a warehouse to another. Tomorrow, I’ll probably have to move them back.”

“A horse rider named Roana? Did your parents visit an oracle before you were born?” She gives you the tiniest of smiles at the joke she’s probably heard before, but you see an opening. “If your work hasn’t been fulfilling, I might have an opportunity you’d be interested in.”

Still a bit wary, she gives you a frown. “Though my strength has not waned, I have no interest in becoming some hired thug. No offense.”

“None taken, but I’m actually talking about a quest on behalf of the King himself,” you say, before launching into a summation of your task; deliver the rock, appease the Temple, and insure the King doesn’t get bent over the table at the upcoming treaty negotiations. You try to give it a bit more gravitas, though.

She finishes looking over the writ you received from the archivist, and for the first time she looks at you with something akin to real interest. “This sounds too good to be true. A worthy quest from a scoundrel in the middle of a tavern?”

“I’ve always had a gift for meeting the right people for the job. Can’t say I believe in fate, but I’ll take luck, and I’ll offer a 1/5th share of the frankly ludicrous number on that writ. What do you say?” You offer your hand.

You’ve thrown caution to the wind before, and can recognize when someone else is doing so. Roana is bored, depressed, and angry at herself for not winning the whole war on her own. You’re not surprised when she clasps your hand at the forearm. “I say you’ve got a deal.”

The orb in your pack and the two in your trousers seem to stir simultaneously as your agreement is made, and you can’t resist. “Fantastic. Now, there is one more thing to get squared away…”

* * * * * * * * * * *

The two of you barrel into the tavern’s coat room with your lips pressed together and hands exploring each other’s bodies. You thought about leaving some gold for the owner to look the other way but remembered the disinterested reactions to your previous escapades and realized you probably could have done this at the bar itself, but the closed quarters add their own appeal.

Unlike Clara’s tentative acts, Roana is clearly a woman who has enjoyed the company of a lover and likes a more aggressive time. Her bad mood since leaving the army may have caused a dry spell, because she quite literally jumped at the offer as soon as you suggested it. More than a few buttons, your undershirt, and her panties had been sacrificed in your haste to get to the main event.

Releasing your bottom lip, which she had been biting, and firmly grabbing the bulge in your trousers, she asks, “How do you want to do this, scoundrel?”

The first thing you had noticed about the beautiful soldier was her firm, nicely sized ass and thighs, but with a better look you can see that she is also blessed in other ways. Her long brown hair and sizable breasts both likely took some effort to bind when she was in her armor, and she’s actually an inch or two taller than you. “Why don’t you turn around and put your hands on the wall?”

She smiles sultrily, and while turning, says, “Alright, but this better be good or we’ll be swapping positions, handsome.”

You can tell she’s used to being the one to take charge, and the fact that your blessing lets you turn those tables has you “rising to the occasion” more than ever. One hand finishes freeing your cock while the other explores her very wet channel, and finding it ready, you slide into her while she gives a low moan. “Well, giddy up, then.”

Roana laughs throatily, “I’ve kicked men out of my bed for making that shit joke, you know?” Your quite sure she meant that literally, but she doesn’t seem to be in mind to do so now as she begins pushing back against you with fervor.

Your equipment is over sized, and the two of you reach a pleasant rhythm as you press into her, seeking out her most sensitive spots. She is free with her groans and bucks against you when you land well, neither of you in the mood to be coy as you race each other to the finish line.

Knowing what you can get away with has you near frenzied, and looking down at the cavalry girl’s magnificent ass is far too tempting. You grab Roana’s hair with one hand and bring the other down in a loud slap on her behind.

“Mmmmm,” she lets out, making you wonder if she’s enjoyed this kind of play before. “If it’s going to be like that, I hope you can keep up.” With that she uses her internal muscles to tightly squeeze your cock, stopping a hair shy of truly painful, and the effect feels amazing.

The two of you enter into an unspoken contest, trading spanks and squeezes and driving each other to further heights of pleasure while your voices carry out into the tavern. Neither of you want to be the first to crest, and you wonder if the blessing can help give you an edge. With one more hearty slap, you firmly say, “Cum. Now!”

You’re not sure if it is coincidence, the blessing, or if Roana simply enjoyed your dominance, but she convulses around you as her orgasm overtakes her. The tremors are too much, and you barely have the presence of mind to withdraw before your cum is covering her now bright pink ass.

You pant into her hair while you both come down from your highs, before extricating yourselves and starting to organize the parts of your clothing that are still wearable. “Hmm, well if that’s a sign of our compatibility, I think we’ll make a great team.”

Roana chuckles lightly while she finishes re-situating her impressive tits into her top, “It can be fun to go slumming with a rapscallion at times, but let’s not forget the importance of our mission. I will see our Kingdom protected.”

You smile, knowing how easy it will be to convince her to keep “slumming” for the duration of your important mission, and the two of you head back out into the tavern.

* * * * * * * * * * *

You and Roana work out a meeting place and plan to set out the next morning, and Clara seems to have wandered off to find other things to focus on, so you’re left alone with your thoughts. If you wanted, you could still spin by the Guild building and see who’s in town, investigate more possibilities in the tavern, or try and look up your old flame, Layleen. The possibilities seem endless thanks to the Eye of Magada, as does your appetite for its benefits, now that you think about it. Perhaps that is a little extra perk? You can’t say you’re not looking forward to finding out.