Round two

"I hope I didn't hurt you badly." Relia is kneeling once again on the blankets by your side, and you gaze up at her from the bedding as you run your palm along her smooth thigh that has a streak of blood marking her arrival to womanhood. She doesn't answer, but you remember how she had winced at the moment of entry. "I tried to be gentle," you tell her as your hand leaves her leg and travels up over her hip and along her ribs.

"I know Rider," Relia assures you, "but you were, after all, a warrior breaching his pristine prize for the first time. If I hadn't felt like I was being torn open, it wouldn't have been quite right."

"It will be better in the morning." You offer, committing yourself to making her cum before you when you take her again, but Relia turns her attention to your spent manhood stroking it with her fingers like she did in the apartment when you first met.

"Do I have to wait for morning Rider?" I've heard many of your fellow drakesmen boasting of how quickly they can recharge after expending their full quiver of bolts. Your cock responds as one might expect to the combination of teasing words and gentle caresses. "That's more like what I was led to expect from such a virile example of the Rider's caste."

It takes almost no time to position yourself behind her her and with a soft kiss you pull her firmly back against your chest while your right hand reaches around her and traces her naked form. Relia's breast quivers as your fingers run along the soft skin teasing her nipple with the ball of your thumb until it is a hard little peak once again. - Ohhh!"

Her gasp as your hand reaches its target is an indication of how eager Relia is for your touch. Her labia part like petals as you run your finger along the slit gathering moisture to lubricate her clit; soon she is once again jerking softly in your arms as you tease her hard nub with gentle strokes. Her response to the stimulation has your cock twitching as well, but your member is still only half hard - just as well - by concentrating on her pleasure this time you can be sure of your commitment to having her cum.

"Oh yes!" She gasped "This is just like when you touched me for the first time while we were riding." You remember how Relia had responded to your touch, that was when you knew you had picked the right woman to take with you from Athenapolis. Just like when she had been riding before you your stiffening member is scissored between your belly and the gentle curve of her back, and each time she jerks in response to the insistent exploration of your fingers it sends waves of pleasure up from the sensitive member.

"You are a hot little slut." You whisper in her ear as you escalate the pace of your finger.

"Oh yes, I know." She gasps "A hot slut trapped for years in a virgin's body." Relia twists in your arms arching her back to allow your mouth access to her tits. "Locked away like a holy relic until you smashed open the seal and set me free!" Her response is amazing and you have to concentrate to keep building the pressure as her hips twist and rock under your hand. Relia's words come in small gasps now but you can still make out what she is saying. "If I had... known it would be like this ... I'd have let myself ... be carried off by ... a Rider years ago." Again her back arches, pressing her breast deeper into your mouth and her thighs clamp together allowing your fingers just enough room for your fingers to work. "Ohh...Ogghhh...Oagghh!!!" It takes a few minutes for the last tremors of her orgasm to subside, and by then you are as hard as you were the first time.

"I really am just a common whore." Relia whispers in stunned surprise when she finally recovers her senses.

"I'd say you were a quite uncommon whore." You joke trying to reassure her, but she is not convinced.

"No Korban, I mean it." It is the first time she uses your name and you find you like it. "I thought as a Lady of Birth that I was above that carnal need, but I'm just like my slaves. Oh Goddess, I could be a sex-****, used again and again by men like you - and I wouldn't be able to help myself." Her gaze falls to your lap and notices the rampant erection straining at your loins. "You don't have to be gentle this time Rider. Take me any way you like." Relia's eyes sparkle brightly even in the moonlight. "Use me for your pleasure, like you would have used my slaves if you had taken them instead of me."

You don't need more of an invitation than that. You aren't rough with her, but neither are you gentle as you push her to her knees and climb behind her. Relia is still sore from her first time, but as you push in and out of her from behind her passion builds as quickly as yours, in less time than it takes to saddle a drake both of you cum hard. For Relia, what pushed her over the edge was when you used a fistful of her long blonde hair like reigns on a drake to ride her and no sooner did Relia's pussy clench down on your cock as she screamed into the night that you lost what little control you had left and you filled her once again with your cum.

A few minutes pass before you climb off of her. Now that the two of you are not rutting like animals, the cool mountain air is more noticeable and you turn your attention once more to getting the fire started. The combination of the old tinder in your box, the damp conditions and lack of practice have you increasingly frustrated as once again the spark lands on the tinder but fails to catch. Relia is watching your growing anger, unsure of what to do.

"Use some of this paper." Relia suggests handing you the heavy envelope with the message to Crown Prince Anochises. After only a heartbeat of hesitation you nod in agreement pleased at her resourcefulness. Taking the outer envelope you slice a strip the width a two fingers from the folded paper and with your knife shave about half the paper into wispy strips until you had a nest the size of an egg resting on the rest of the strip. Carefully refolding the message into the envelope you hand it back to Relia and in just a minute or two an ember from the flint settles on the shredded paper and you blow it into life.

You transfer the nest of burning paper into the kindling and in less than a minute the cavern is lit and warmed by the light and heat of a small fire. It is only as you put away your fire starting kit that you nice that the scrap of paper that you had held the nest of embers on was now covered with faint writing.

"Relia," You cannot hide the urgency in your tone and Relia looks up at you alarmed. "Get me the letter's envelope again." She is wide-eyed as you hold the outer envelope to the flames and words gradually appear on the plain white paper.