Relia complains about her seat

With each stroke of Swift's wings your body is lifted against the soft thighs and back of Lady Relia. You see her shifting in her saddle trying to create a gap between the two of you, but with her calves securely fastened and the proximity of her saddle to yours, there is not much she can do. In flight, the long tunic that you sliced is flowing back over her hips and her thighs both her legs are fully exposed. You can see the lacy edges of pale slip riding high on her thighs despite her attempts to pull it down with her hands.

Having just had fantastic sex with her ****, you do not immediately respond to the constant rhythmic rubbing of your bodies, but you sense that Relia is not finding it easy to ignore the feel of your muscled thighs under hers or your codpiece that bumps regularly against her round ass. After about five minutes of first shifting her body into various positions and then trying to ignore the feel of your two bodies rubbing together Relia explodes in indignation.

"What kind of moron would design a saddle like this! This is the most uncomfortable seat I have ever had. There is no modest way for a lady to sit." You had wondered if her first words might have been to thank you for saving her from the fall of the city, but with this complaint her fate was sealed.

"That's because this saddle is not designed for modesty, it is called a '**** seat' and it was designed for the pleasure of the rider, not the passenger. When a woman is in the seat I can enjoy her body in several different ways; it makes long flights much more pleasant."

"Then you must do something. Land and rig a better saddle, or at least place a quilt between our bodies. This is no seat for a free woman of my standing."

"I agree my lady, and I have thought of a solution that will remedy the situation, but I am not sure you will agree..." you add hesitantly, totally enjoying the position fate has placed you in.

"Just do it! Anything is better than this outrage." Interrupts the lady.

"OK, sit up straight and lift both your hands above your head." Her body did indeed create a small gap as she straightened herself out, but she had no time to wonder how this could help before two light bronze manacles were clasped to her raised wrists.

"What are you doing!" Relia cries in panic, but in her heart she already knows.

"I have resolved the conflict." You say softly with your lips touching her pretty ear, "you are no longer a free woman and therefore you can ride in the **** saddle."

"You can't do this!" Relia's protest sounds hollow despite the strength of her voice.

"I just did, my pretty captive." You tell her as you lean forward pressing your chest against her soft back. "In fact, I can do pretty much anything I want."

"No wait, I can pay you to take me to safety!" She begs, but you have had enough of this noblewoman and her haughty ways.

"I don't need your money, but I am somewhat interested in your body." Even as the words sink into her brain you reach both your hands under her butt and squeeze her bare cheeks with your strong fingers.

"No! How dare you? You pig!" hisses Relia but you have wondered about her ass from the moment she climbed so gracefully onto Swift's back. It is soft and smooth, yet as firm and toned as an athlete's. Grabbing the two flapping strips that used to cover her legs you rip the tunic the rest of the way up her back all the way to her high collar, a few careful cuts with your knife and in no time at all she sits before you her wrists in chains and wearing only a lace trimmed slip made from a pale pink satin and a heavy necklace around her neck.

Her tunic flutters in the air as it falls to the ground, but you are more interested in the sturdy chain that is clasped behind her neck. It seems completely out of character for this woman. Reaching around her ribcage you pause to caress one of her full round breasts through the satin slip before investigating the lump hidden in the sweet valley between her tits. The protesting woman's nipple tightens into a hard nub under the silk, her ready response hints at a sexual potential that you had not dared hope for, but there will be plenty of time later to toy with this proud young noblewoman. A careful tug pulls free a soft leather pouch still warm from her body; holding it securely with your right hand you use your left hand to release the clasp at her neck.

A quick look inside the suede pouch reveals two or three pieces of tightly folded parchment and about twenty fine cut gemstones. You are a rich man. Taking the time to secure this prize in a safe pouch you only half listen to Relia alternate between begging for you to return her valuables and threatening you with dire consequences if you refuse.

"Enough." You tell her after a while, "You have only yourself to blame for your fall, Lady Kiriakolis." With a handful of her soft hair you tilt her head back until her eyes meet yours and you continue with a sense of rough justice. "As unpleasant as I find your haughty personality, I would have delivered you to safety for even half of the gems in that pouch." As you speak your hands slip down to her ass, squeezing her firm globes as she squirms on the **** saddle. "However, you tried to keep it all and now you have lost everything. And I do mean everything." One finger slides along the crack between her spread cheeks, over her tight little puckered ring, and into the damp folds of soft skin beneath.

"Oh!" she cries in surprise as your fingers find her, but she almost immediately resumes her complaints. "You can't treat me like you treated my slaves ..." but you can, and do. Your fingers tease her hard nub until she is jerking against her straps, and sensing her growing loss of control she starts making you offers. "Wait, I agree! I will pay you half the gems." As your fingers continue their exploration she tries again "No, stop! Please! You can have all the gems... " Your other hand circles her waist from the front ignoring her attempts to pull it away with her bound hands and fingers from both hands meet just at the tip of her slit. Relia twitches as you return to the little nub hidden within her damp folds "Ohhh, please don't do this. You can have it all!"

Relia is straining against Swift's neck as you stroke her clit. Her hips are bucking against your hands as you finger her and you know she is about to explode. It is a long ride, do you want her to start the trip cumming all over your fingers?