The cave

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 mostly 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 wild drakes still lived freely in these hills, this might well have been one of their prime 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 hold your lovely prize and lift her struggling body from the drake's neck and wrap her in 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. You hold the squirming woman tightly; the last thing you want is for this stubborn aristocrat to hurl herself to her ****. You notice however that in spite of her struggles, Lady Relia is responding to your firm touch; her nipples have hardened again into tight peaks and her face is flushed with color.

It takes only a few minutes to secure your prize, binding her arms and legs with straps of leather like a lamb for the market. You cannot resist the urge to run your hands up under her short tunic groping her soft ass as she switches back and forth between threats and pleas for leniency. It takes a little effort to pull away from her tender flesh, but you have a couple things you want to get done to make this night go perfectly. 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 long limb from the tree. Urging him to hold it, you glided back down to your camp site dropping the twenty-foot tree with a crash on the ledge.

"One more trip, this one will take longer, about ten or twenty minutes." You tell Relia as she stares up at you from where she is tied like a lamb waiting for the butcher while your drake perches on the edge of the ledge flapping his wings to keep his balance. You can see she is confused about being left stranded hundreds of paces above the valley floor below, so you add what may be a bit of consolation before you drop away:

"Don't worry, girl, your pretty ass is worth far too much for me to leave you here." 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 might have even been happy to see you return, because she makes no attempt to continue her verbal ****. She is even happier when you loosen the ties that bound her arms and legs replacing them with a loop of rope around her waist that you secure to the heavy tree limb. Relia kneels quietly on the thick horse blankets as you use the ax to knock some of the smaller branches from the tree.

You had tossed the thick horse blankets inside the cavity in the cliff face in a heap, but as you work on gathering firewood Relia spreads out the coarse blankets neatly over the damp leaves and then covers these with the thick quilt. You smile to yourself as you watch her spreading out the quilt on the bed, her long bare legs still clearly visible and her eyes following you as you prepare the fire. She must realize that you plan to use her again 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. At least some of the arrogance and sense of entitlement has been replaced with nervousness and you can't help but wonder if her prized virginity will survive the night.

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 waiting on the pile of bedding. Luckily it is a fairly warm night, and you have blankets and a sizzling hot captive **** 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.

"Oh goddess, not again." Whimpers Relia softly as your intentions become clear. "Haven't you done enough?" Smiling devilishly, you push her back against the padding. "Wait! What are you doing?" She protests as your hands slip between her thighs spreading her open before you.

"I'm continuing your training." 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 even as her thighs clamp tightly against your ears. In spite of her best efforts to deny you, your tongue continues to lap at her until you feel her surrender. By the time you pull slowly away from her treasure and sit again by her side she is panting rapidly and no longer resisting as you take her in your arms. This time when you draw her lips to yours, she submits to your kisses without protests allowing you to plunder her mouth, even responding a little as your tongue teases hers. The need that has been building in you since your escape from Athenapolis is stronger than ever, and you lower her onto the bedding covering her body with yours as you settle between her soft thighs.

"That's much better." You tell her with a laugh. "A few more days of this and you'll be one of the most fought over girls on the auction block." Your words must bother her a little; she turns her head to the side when you try to kiss her, but you ignore her weak protests as you lift the torn remnants of her tunic over her head, you are eager to see her completely naked for the first time. Lady Relia is as tasty a treat as you could have hoped for; her breasts are round and full, not nearly as large as her curvy **** had been, but plenty big for your tastes. She has a little softness in the curve of her belly and flare of her hips and overall, she is a fine-looking woman. Your cock rests against the mound of her sex and you feel her legs open in an unmistakable act of womanhood.