Chapter 7: Fireeyes

Fireeyes – Northeastern Shore, Lake Esh – The Magery of Thosi

The crew of the Mermaid's Lover rowed the riverboat to a sandy shore. I stood on the prow, gazing at the peaceful countryside of Esh. The sun set behind us, painting the fields with crimson. When Angela's business in Esh-Esh was concluded, she would head north. Beyond the horizon lay the highway that ran between Esh-Esh and Allenoth.

I planned on being on that highway waiting for her.

The sailors on the Mermaid's Lover made not a sound as they pulled the oars below deck. Silence was such a wonderful thing. Before I had dominated the entire crew, their constant, coarse talk and bawdy songs had grated on my nerves. With life magic, I had stolen their minds and given them a new will.

The ship lurched as the prow hit the beach. Wood groaned as the ship came to a shuddering stop. The crew moved automatically. They still knew how to sail a ship, I just removed all the other pesky knowledge from their minds.

Most men really only needed one part out of twenty of their brains. They wasted too much effort on such mindless drivel thinking, reflecting, and lusting. Most of the sailors slipped off the ship while a few others attached lines and threw them down to the crew on the beach.

Silently, the sailors heaved the boat onto the beach, pulling it out of the water completely. In the morning, the nearby farmers would pray to the gods, thinking one of them had delivered the treasure of the ship and its cargo to them.

I really didn't care what they did with it.

My simulacrum moved to my side, her head properly bowed. She carried my belongings. Like a hound, she heeled me as I moved to the gangplank the sailors ran out. I descended down to the sandy strand, my dominated sailors forming up around me. They carried an assortment of truncheons, sabres, and boarding hooks as weapons.

Not the most well-armed group, but even a mob could take down a monster. Or a knight.

Acolyte Sophia – Esh-Esh, Magery of Thosi

The change in Faoril was amazing to witness. She had been a broken woman when she led me to this bedroom, ready to prostitute her body to me. Her pain had been so raw. It was cruel what happened to her.

And then I gave her hope. Her back straightened, a strong smile crossed her face, and her silver nose ring caught the light. An inquisitive gleam entered her brown eyes. She was a petite, beautiful woman with short, light brown hair framing her delicate cheekbones and pink lips.

A stirring of heat formed between my thighs. She was a beautiful woman.

"When do we—"

I cut off Faoril's question with a kiss. My lips pressed hot against hers. I had hoped the mage we were here to recruit, following the prophecy of the Lesbius Oracle, would be a beautiful woman. I was so glad I was right.

Faoril was only startled for a second before she tilted her head, closed her eyes, and kissed me back. Her tongue was aggressive, pressing against mine and playing with my tongue piercing. I could sense what she needed. She had degraded herself for the last few days, allowing disgusting men to rut in her body without any say in the matter. She had been passive as she satiated their lusts, but now she was returning to who she was, rising out of the fog of her depression.

Faoril was a confident woman who knew power. She was a journeyman mage of the Collegiate Tower and came so very close to reaching the highest levels of her order. She needed to be assertive again.

So I became passive. I was trained to read and please a woman, to give her what she needed. The training was to serve as temple prostitute for the women of Shesax. They would make love to me as part of worship to the Virgin Goddess. But Faoril didn't need worship.

She needed confidence.

I moaned into her kiss and shuddered as her hands went to the ties holding my white robe closed. The ties came undone and my robe opened, exposing my pale flesh. Her hands pressed inside, caressing my belly. I moaned into the kiss as tingles ran through my body.

Faoril's kiss grew more passionate as her hands slid up my body to my small breasts. Her fingers were light and delicate. She was not a stranger to a woman's body. My pussy grew hotter. I pressed my thighs together as I knelt on the bed before her.

I gasped as her fingers pinched my hard nipples. Faoril pressed me back as she kissed me. Her fingers tugged on my nipples as I slipped my legs out from beneath me and stretched back on the bed. Faoril was on top of me.

"You are a wicked little slut," Faoril panted as she looked down on me, holding her body up with both her hands planted on either side of me.

"I just couldn't help myself," I whispered, my breasts rising, a flush coloring my cheeks. "You're so beautiful."

Faoril shifted her weight to lean on her left arm as her right touched my side and stroked up and down, sending ticklish delight through me. She reached up to my arm and pressed my robe off my shoulder. I wiggled to pull my left arm of the sleeve as she leaned down and kissed at my shoulder.

Her lips were soft and I moaned as she nibbled down to my breasts. Her hair caressed my tit as she worked up to my nipple. Her lips circled the aching nub before she latched on and sucked hard. I gasped when her teeth nipped me between her hard sucks.

"You're so aggressive," I gasped. "You're going too fast for me."

Faoril giggled. "Don't lie to me, little acolyte. You've been with more women than half of Esh-Esh."

"But it's what you want," I told her, stroking her cheeks. "Ravish me. Be dominant and devour me." Then I added a trembling cache. "Please, these feeling are all so new to me."

Her lips attacked my nipple, nipping and biting. The pain was pleasurable. I squirmed beneath her, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I resisted the urge to give myself an orgasm by just rubbing my thighs, but it was hard.

Faoril let out a growl as she kissed and nipped to my other breast. She left small, white teeth marks on my skin. I gasped and moaned with every nip. Her right hand squeezed my breast as she climbed up to the summit where my hard, pink nipple waited.

"Please," I moaned. "Don't. I'm not ready for this."

"Oh, you're ready, slut," moaned Faoril as her fingers squeezed harder on my tit. My nipple stood tall and hard, aching to be nibbled on by her. "You want this. You want me to fuck you until you cum. And then you're going to eat my pussy and give me such pleasure."

"Oh, Goddess," I gasped as she sucked my nipple into her lips.

I stroked her cheeks as I squirmed beneath her. Faoril's cheeks hallowed as she sucked my nipples into the depths of her mouth. Then her teeth bit. Not too hard, but just enough to send a jolt of pain zipping through me and mixing with the pleasure.

I groaned and squeezed my thighs together. My pussy was so wet and on fire. While she sucked, her right hand stroked my stomach, her fingernails scraping lightly against my skin. She neared my bellybutton and discovered the ruby piercing. She played with it as she moaned about my nipple, her eyes growing even hotter.

With a hesitant hand, I reached for the red ties of her robes. The crimson hue marked her as a journeyman mage. My hand tugged and her robe fell loose. I pressed inside and found her own breast. I didn't squeeze hard. It was almost a hesitant squeeze, like I was afraid of what I was doing, but too caught up in the passion Faoril inspired in me to stop.

"Mmm, that's it, little slut," purred Faoril as my fingers squeezed her round tit. She had bigger breasts than me even though I was taller. "Play with my nipple. I can tell how hot you are for me. You just want to please me."

"I ... I don't know what's going on," I moaned. "You made me so hot, and my fingers ... they just itched to touch you. You're so soft, Faoril. So beautiful."

Her lips returned to my nipple. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. I groaned and squirmed beneath her. The hand playing with my belly piercing moved lower, reaching to my bare pudenda. My thighs parted just enough as she pressed between them and found the wet folds of my pussy. I groaned and squeezed on her breast as her fingers stirred through my lips.

"You are so wet," Faoril purred. "You like it when I play with your body, don't you?"

"Yes," I groaned. "I can't help it. You make me feel so ... hot. So sexy. My pussy itches."

Faoril held up her fingers. They glistened with my tart juices. "Look at how wet you are."

"For you. You ... make me feel so womanly. So wonderful, Faoril."

Faoril smiled as she smeared her fingers around my nipple and areola. I groaned at her delicate touch. And then her hungry lips swallowed me. Her mouth sucked my nipple into her lips as her fingers returned to my pussy.

She shoved two digits into my depths.

"Faoril," I gasped, my hips bucking into her pumping fingers. I groaned and squirmed on the bed, her brown eyes flashing up at mine.

"That's it, little slut," purred Faoril as she kissed up to me. "You just can't resist my touch. You want me to fuck you."

"I do," I moaned as I stared into her eyes. My fingers found her nipple and rolled it between my digits. "I just want to please you, Faoril."

Her lips smiled and we kissed again. I tasted my tart juices on her lips as her tongue thrust into my depths. Her thumb rubbed at my clit as she inserted a third finger into my pussy, stretching my tunnel out. I groaned and undulated my hips, moaning in to her kiss as the pleasure built inside of me.

"Are you going to cum, little slut?" purred Faoril after breaking our kiss.

I let out a whimper of pleasure.

She slid up my body, her breasts jiggling as they drifted closer to my mouth. Her nipple was pink and hard. I licked my lips as her left hand wrapped about my head and pulled me to her breast. I opened my mouth and sucked her nipple into my lips.

"That's it," she moaned as I sucked and played with her hard nub with my tongue. The bed creaked as she undulated. Her fingers worked faster in and out of my pussy. "Show me how much you love my touch."

I moaned about her nub as the pleasure built inside of me. I sucked harder on her nub, my lips swallowing her areola as my cheeks hallowed. I brushed the hard, round end of my tongue piercing on her nub, bringing a gasp from Faoril.

Her fingers pumped deeper. My toes curled. I moaned again. My hips undulated into her pumping fingers. Faoril's thumb rubbed faster on my clit. Pleasure shot into my core. My pussy clenched down on her digits.

"Little slut," Faoril groaned. "Cum for me. You can't resist me. You have to cum for me."

My body shuddered. My lips popped off her nipple. "Yes, yes! I can't fight it! I'm cumming, Faoril!"

The bed creaked as I thrashed. The pleasure flooded through my body. My pussy convulsed on her fingers. I moaned and bucked as the rapture washed through my mind. My eyes closed shut as I wordlessly moaned my bliss.

"Such a little slut," Faoril growled, her fingers digging deep into my cumming pussy. "Ooh, yes."

"Slata's cunt!" I cursed as my orgasm reached its peak. "Oh, yes. Oh, thank you, Saphique."

Faoril ripped her fingers from my pussy and shoved them into my mouth, fucking me. I sucked on them as the pleasure died, reveling in my tart passion. Faoril's face was twisted with wild passion. She needed this release after all these days.

"Little slut," she moaned and seized my light-brown hair.

I gasped as she pulled me up. She stretched back on the bed, her thighs parting. Her red robe slipped further open, revealing her neatly-trimmed bush adorning her wet pussy. Her hands pulled me to her cunt.

I buried my face in and licked.

"That's it, little slut," she moaned as she humped against me. "Make me cum with that worthless mouth."

I licked and sucked through her folds. My tongue piercing caressed every bit of her spicy pussy. Her hips hump as she pulled me tight into her snatch. Her hot flesh pressed around me, almost drowning me in her wonderful pussy.

My hands reached beneath her. I squeezed her ass as my tongue pressed into the depths of her pussy. I fucked my tongue in and out of her hot depths. She gasped and moaned as I swirled through her sheath.

"Yes! Eat me! Devour me! Pater's cock, yes!"

The bed creaked as her hips bucked into my lips. My hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass. She groaned as her pleasure built. I could feel her excitement. She needed to cum hard and fast. My tongue flicked up to her clit, batting it with my hard piercing.

"Oh, gods, yes!" Faoril moaned.

My fingers dipped into the cracks of her ass. I found her sphincter and shoved in two fingers. I sank up to my knuckles in her tight, hot bowels. The bed creaked louder as her body quaked. Her fingers pinched and pulled at her own nipples as my tongue assaulted her clit.

"By the gods! Your mouth! Oh, yes! Pater's cock, I'm going to cum so hard!"

I continued my assault. I didn't let up on flicking her clit. The pleasure built and built inside of her. Faoril's bowels clenched upon my fingers. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts up into the air as the pleasure rippled through her.

"Slut!" she hissed. Her body bucked again, and then her orgasm crashed through her.

Spicy juices flooded my mouth. I drank them all down as she quaked and shuddered on the bed. Her legs shot up in the air around my head and then fell back across my shoulders as she fell limp. Her head lolled and she sucked in huge breaths.

"By the gods, I needed that," Faoril moaned. "I hope I wasn't too rough on you."

"I like it rough," I winked at her, pulling my fingers from her bowels. I popped them into my mouth and savored her sour flavor. "Do you need a minute to recover?"

"I need a day," Faoril groaned.

I beamed with pride.

Knight-Errant Angela

"This was a waste of time," I groused to Xera as we left the market behind. "I really hope Sophia's spell guided her to the mage."

"Yes," Xera smiled, "though staying in the city has been a pleasant surprise."

My eyes glanced down to her half-hard cock swaying between her thighs. The elf didn't wear clothing, and her cock was on full display for all the lust-filled eyes of the Thosian women. They seemed to have some sort of cultural fixation of elves and their cock.

"You're just surprised how popular your cock is," I laughed. "Good timing on when you came into heat."

"It is not something I can control," Xera pointed out. "It was just coincidence that we arrived at the right time in my cycle."

"Let's head back to the inn. The sun's setting. I don't think we're finding any helpful mages."

There had been plenty of journeyman mages looking for work in the market place. But when I mentioned the Ritual of Reclamation and fighting the Dragon Dominari, suddenly they were a lot less desperate. Most claimed they couldn't even cast such a powerful ritual.

"We might need to find a master mage after all," Xera pointed out. "Perhaps if we talked to a different one besides Saoria we would have better luck."

I grit my teeth. We wasted most of the day waiting to talk to Saoria at the Collegiate Tower, and then she brushed us off claiming that no master mage had the time or interest in helping with my Quest. She might have been telling the truth.

Mages seemed like a cowardly bunch.

"Well, let's hurry, we can't deny the serving maids at the inn your cock."

Xera's laugh was a beautiful tinkle. She enjoyed being in human lands with her cock. Back home, she could only fuck her wife's pussy. Here, she had all the pussies she wanted. Elvish marriage practices and what they considered infidelity were so strange. In most human kingdoms, a married couple decided on whether to speak monogamous vows or to have an open marriage.

It was rare for the monogamous vows. Most couples didn't want to be that tied down even if they had no intentions of straying. Luben, God of Marriage, did not take kindly to those who broke his marriage vows and would often send his priests and priestesses to punish the man or woman who did.

I think I hoped to marry ... whomever I had loved. I tried not to think about the fuzzy holes in my memory. I gave up my love for ... that person to receive the Lesbius Oracle's prophecy. If I had been looking for marriage, there was no way I would pick monogamy.

There was too much fun to be had.

Though the sun had set by the time we reached our inn, the beacon glowing atop the Collegiate Tower kept the city lit. It was strange. There was no true night in this city and the traffic on the streets didn't seem to dwindle as it grew later and later.

"Unnatural," Xera sighed, shaking her head at the artificial twilight gripping Esh-Esh.

"Everything mages do is unnatural," I answered.

"A true shame your kind does not know how to live in harmony with the natural world."

I chose not to answer. I had traveled through her forest and stayed in an Elvish city—I would take this over nature any day.

We stepped into the inn's common room, and I spotted Sophia waving energetically. A red-robed woman sat with her, sipping a steaming cup of tea. I smiled. Sophia's spell actually worked. Xera and I threaded through the common room, the serving maids all sighing as Xera passed.

"Faoril," Sophia said, motioning to us, "this is Angela and Xera."

The mage stood. "Knight-Errant, I would like to offer my services and skills in your Quest. Sophia has explained the situation, and I believe I am more than capable of casting the Ritual of Reclamation. That is, if you would have me."

I glanced at Sophia and she nodded her head.

"Just Angela," I said, extending my arm. "We shall be companions and the road is long." "Yes, Sophia has explained the circuitous route you have to take. I do agree with your travel plan. It seems the one with the most efficacy."

"Good," I nodded. What did efficacy mean?

"Let's eat," Sophia smiled. "It was ... hungry work recruiting her."

A naughty gleam entered Sophia's green eyes. I glanced at Faoril and color tinged her cheeks. It was clear that Sophia had already seduced the mage. I rolled my eyes as I sat down next to her. I leaned over and kissed her on the lisp before whispering, "How was she?"

"Hurting," Sophia whispered back. "But this is what she needs to overcome her grief."

"Madam Elf, you are in heat," Faoril purred. "My, oh, my. After supper, would you care if I performed an examination on you, purely for scientific research."

Sophia groaned and rolled her eyes. "Not you, too, Faoril. What is it about elf cocks that gets every Thosian maid wet between the thighs?"

Xerathalasia

"Just sit on the bed," Faoril purred as she loosened the ties on her red robe. It parted, revealing her flat stomach, the inner slopes of her breasts, and her neatly-trimmed bush. "And I will begin my examination."

"Of course," I smiled. "I am glad to help."

I removed my belt and set it carefully down, making sure my quiver of arrows did not spill out on the floor. I sat down on the bed, leaning back on my arms, and spread my legs. My cock was half-hard and twitching. I had cum many times today, mostly at the Collegiate Tower where a seemingly endless line of female mages wanted to harvest my seed.

Faoril produced a small journal from one pocket of her robe and a measuring cord from another. It was twice as long as her arm and knotted in precise increments. There were other items in the many pockets of her robes, including some that were made of glass and made the minutest tinking sounds as she moved.

I doubt a human could even hear the noise.

Faoril wrote with a quill in her journal. She did not first dip in ink. "Is that a magic pen?"

"Magic?" Faoril asked.

"You did not dip it in ink."

"Oh, no," she answered. "The journal is enchanted with fire magic. When I press with the quill on it, the page is scorched and leaves behind black markings. It's not as clear as ink, but in the field one has to make do. Besides, I do not have to wait for the ink to dry."

"Oh," I nodded.

"Now, let us examine your cock." Faoril moved closer and set her journal on the bed beside me. Then she stroked my dick. "I need you to be fully hard."

The mage leaned down and sucked the tip into her mouth. I groaned and my toes curled as the pleasure radiated down my cock and into my body. My pussy clenched and my nipples ached as I hardened into full girth.

"Mmm, much better," purred the mage. "And I must say, your precum is a little sweeter than a human's."

"Thanks," I said, not sure if that was good or bad.

Faoril wrote it down in her journal. Then she placed the measuring cord against my cock and counted out the knots. "Ten and a half inches. Larger than the average human cock. Would you say you are bigger than the average elf cock?"

"Mmm, average," I answered.

"Interesting," Faoril purred. "So elf cocks are bigger than human's. I better not tell any of the men that, they get so insecure about the size of their cocks."

"So do some elves I know," I smiled.

"And your cock sprouts from your clit?" Faoril asked, her fingers stroking my dick.

"Yes."

"Wow. I wonder where all the mass for the dick comes from. Is it internal, perhaps."

"It just ... forms," I answered. "A gift from Matar."

Faoril nodded as she stared at my cock. "Now I need a sample."

"For your magic? Because elf cum is good for life spells."

"Yes, and to see how much cum you produce." Faoril grinned. "This is important research."

"And the fact you get to play with my cock is a bonus?"

Her hand stroked me again. "Yes."

I groaned as she sucked the tip back into her mouth. I groaned and leaned back, my large breasts rising and falling as the human worked her tongue across the tip. She was talented. I guess being a female mage required you to collect a lot of cum.

One of Faoril's hands stroked the base of my shaft, brushing up to her lips, while the other probed at the delicate folds of my pussy. I groaned as she stroked up and down my folds. Her fingers dipped into my pussy.

"Faoril," I gasped in delight as she fingered me.

"Pleasuring a hermaphrodite is interesting," Faoril purred. Her fingers curled inside my pussy, and I shuddered. She dipped down and licked her tongue across my pussy, moving around her thrusting fingers and back up to my cock. "Mmm, a flowery pussy instead of the more earthy taste of a human cunt."

"I like the taste of a human cunt," I moaned.

"So do I," laughed Faoril. Then she swallowed the tip of my cock again.

Her mouth bobbed in rhythm to her fingers reaming my pussy. I groaned as the pleasure raced down my cock and mixed with the delight her fingers churned in my cunt. My sheath clenched down on her fingers as a shudder of pleasure washed through me.

"Oh, you have a wonderful mouth," I groaned.

Faoril moaned about my cock and sucked more and more into her depths. My pussy clenched as the pressure rose. Her tongue swirled about my crown, and then Faoril worked more and more of her mouth down my cock.

I brushed the back of her throat.

"Can you deep-throat me?" I asked.

Faoril thrust her fingers deep into me as her throat relaxed. I shuddered, my hips bucking up into her mouth as she swallowed more and more of my cock. Her throat was so tight about the tip. She swallowed and massaged my dick.

Then she hummed.

I gasped in delight. The pleasure built faster in me. Her throat teased my cock. She worked her lips all the way to the base before she slid back up. She sucked and moaned the entire time. My cock was in heaven.

"Faoril," I groaned as my pussy clenched on her fingers. My orgasm built. "So good."

Her fingers curled inside of me as she popped her mouth off my dick. Her free hand darted into her robes and pulled out a vial. She popped off the cork with a practiced movement and placed it at the head of my cock as her fingers massaged inside my pussy.

"Oh, Faoril," I gasped as she brushed a bundle of nerves.

"You do have the spot," Faoril beamed. "And does it affect your cock?"

"Yes," I moaned as she attacked the bundle of nerves. My pussy clenched and relaxed as she stroked harder and harder. The pleasure shot up to the tip of my cock. Pressure built. My body tensed.

And then bliss erupted out of me.

Faoril beamed as blast after blast of my cum squirted into her vial. The thick, whitish liquid filled half the vial while I shuddered and writhed in bliss. Faoril pulled her fingers from my pussy and sucked them clean as I fell back on the bed, my breasts jiggling, my body buzzing with delight.

"Hermaphrodites are so fascinating," Faoril smiled. She held up the vial and swirled the liquid around before she recorked it. My ears picked up the faintest whisper. It reminded me of the voice I had heard during the wyvern attack and the fire.

There had been magic used against us.

"Now that is fascinating," Faoril said as she stared at the cum. "You produced twice as much as the average man. You come close to rivaling a simulacrum's output."

"What spell is on the vial?" I asked, not caring how much cum I produced.

Faoril cocked her head. "How did you know there was a spell?"

"I heard it. Your voice faintly whispering."

"And you believe that meant magic?" Faoril asked, slipping the vial into her robe. The cloth had slipped back, revealing a hard nipple.

"I heard a man whispering when we were attacked by wyverns far from the Rheyn Mountains, and then when our inn mysteriously caught fire on the road from Allenoth to Esh-Esh."

Faoril frowned. "You think a mage tried to kill you?"

"To kill Angela."

"Why?"

"I do not know. But you might be putting yourself in danger."

Faoril rose. "I'll need more cum."

"From me?" I asked. "I know you can cast that spell to keep me hard."

"No, no, there are plenty of men in the common room. I shall harvest them." A smile crossed Faoril's lips. "It can be fun. I will collect another vial from you before we leave in the morning."

Acolyte Sophia

"I can't believe she blew every guy in the inn last night," I grumbled to Angela as we saddled our horses. I stroked Purity's white snout and shook my head. "She loves cock more than you."

Angela flushed. "Sorry. But Xera's not going to be in heat for long. I wanted to enjoy her last night after Faoril finished her examination."

The elf moaned nearby. Faoril was on her knees, collecting the elf's cum in a vial. She had a dozen or more of those vials on her, all full of disgusting cum. Xera shuddered one last time as Faoril capped her vial and slipped it into her robe.

"Well, I am all set," Faoril smiled. She gave Xera a quick kiss. "Thank you for your cum."

Xera had a beaming smile on her face. "It was fun giving it to you."

Angela pulled me against her armor. "Tonight we'll stop in that blue inn and I'll tie you up and borrow the maid's feather duster again. I'll tickle you until you cum."

"Promise," I smiled, my body growing hot.

Angela nodded and gave me a kiss on the lips. I clung to her, my heart beating faster. I didn't want to break the kiss and almost fell over when Angela broke it. I gasped and shuddered. She always made me lose my composure.

"Your horse is saddled, Faoril," Angela said. "Have you ridden before?"

"Not much," Faoril admitted. "I've never left Esh-Esh before."

"You'll be sore by lunch," I giggled as I led Purity past her. I remember how much I ached after my first week of riding. Now it still left me tired but I was used to the strain. My thighs were a lot firmer and toned then before I left.

Angela had to buy Faoril a mount, a mare with a dun coat named Buttercup. She had not been pleased on the amount. I had to make a stop at a money lender and borrow money against my mother's estate. She wouldn't even notice the bill when it arrived in a month or more time at her manor house, though her steward would undoubtedly complain.

Despite Angela's dismissive attitude to my mother's rank, she was a duchess, it did have advantages.

Outside the stable, I mounted with ease. Faoril, not so much. Xera had to help her keep her feet from tangling in her robes and then she groaned as she hauled herself up in the saddle. She sat there like a sack of turnips, gripping the reins loosely in her hands.

"Grip the reins tight, Faoril," Angela advised, riding past on her warhorse Midnight. He was a large beast, a stallion trained to fight. "Your horse needs to know you're in charge, or she'll go where she wants."

I nodded my head. "And keep your back straight and your feet planted in the stirrups. You need to lift yourself with every step."

"Why can't I ride sidesaddle?"

I winced, remembering how disastrously that had ended for me. "Trust me, if we are attacked, you do not want to be thrown from your horse because you rode sidesaddle."