Get the saddle

"This is your saddle." You answer as you carry out and attach two curved plates to Swiftwing's harness. One of each of the leather-bound metal plates to either side of Swift's thick neck no more than ten inches from your saddle. Each plate is about a handspan wide and almost twice as long and shaped to hold the passenger's thigh firmly against the drake's neck.

"You must be mad!" I can't sit in that contraption, "Get me a real saddle!" Her voice has taken on its commanding tone again.

"You can stay here if you like. I'm sure I can find someone who wants to come." You look into the room at the curvy **** whose body you had been pounding only five minutes before, you see her slipping handfuls of gold from the chest into her tunic. A greedy little bitch but so so sweet, or the blonde with her tight pussy and small sensitive tits would make a most pleasant companion for your escape, you imagine that by the time you got to any other city she could be well trained and ready to be bought by a man. Your musings are interrupted by Lady Relia's protests:

"Well, I can't sit on that! Look at what I'm wearing!" Her heavy brocade robes would never let her straddle Swift's neck.

"Then take that off" you order "and be quick, they are at the door." Any argument that she would have given you melts like ice on a summer day when she hears the pounding on your apartment door.

"Sorry sweets" you tell the curvy brunette in the other room. "You were good - too good. I'd get lazy and fat if I had a woman like you any time I wanted. Now get back on the bed, and maybe we can increase your chances for survival." The slavegirl nods and slipping her tunic back over her head she lies back in one of her 'Fuck me' poses, the blonde **** mimics her as best she can. When both girls are lying naked on the bed, you take a double handful of gold and silver coins you sprinkle them all over the two slaves and the bed. Maybe that will slow some of the men down.

Carrying the rest of the coins still in the chest back to the balcony you close the thin wooden door behind you; those flimsy panels couldn't even stop an angry woman, and would barely slow down a warrior, but every second could make a difference. Relia's body is far more visible now that she is wearing only her inner tunic. She's slender with a narrow waist, full breasts fill out the top nicely and the shape of her thigh draped by the long tunic is promising. However, her undertunic falls nearly to her ankles and is much too tight to allow her to straddle Swift's neck.

"Hold still" you tell her as you draw your long knife. The blade is about eight inches long and sharpened to a razor's edge. The woman steps back in panic and cries out as you lounge at her. The knife rips through her tunic about halfway between her knee and her crotch, and in one slice the front of her tunic is split to the bottom. "Turn around" you command, and trembling she turns her back to you. A second slice cuts the tunic open in the back.

"That's better. Climb on and hold still as I strap you in." She steps into the passenger saddle with more agility than most, but she starts to protest as you strap her calves to the rigging with strong leather bands. Her calves are smooth and tanned, and tremble as you wrap the leather straps tightly around them.

"Why must I be bound into this saddle?" She asks angrily. You understand why she is not happy as you pass the binding strips several times around her ankles and tie her leg to the harness that encircles Swiftwing's chest. Those thin straps are the same ones that slavers use to bind the limbs of new captures as they prep them for transport; strong, flexible and easy to fasten, in another situation you could be using these same straps to tie her open onto her bed, but that's not why you are fastening her down.

"Do you think you could stay in that in the middle of Rider combat?" She bows her head in defeat and lets you strap her other ankle securely. Just in time. You hear the sound of your apartment door shatter open and the scream of one of the slaves. Time to go.

Hurling the chest of coins off the balcony, you leap onto Swiftwing's back. As you slide into the saddle you feel Lady Relia's body pressed to yours, her thighs resting on yours, her ass against your crotch and her soft back under your chest, no time to enjoy the feeling though as Swiftwing leaps from the tower. Hopefully any archers below will be scrambling for the coins as Swift starts swooping down into the crowd, gaining speed as he falls.