"The Bravelle family?" Jasper gasped beneath Gareth's thrusts. "Are they not the merchants who deliver to the Royal palace?"
"They are. More importantly, they are loyal subjects who use wagons to deliver goods to many parts of the kingdom."
Jasper caught on quickly. "Wagons? Ah, so we can disguise ourselves as mere beasts of burden to-o-oOOOH!"
Both stallion and mare whinnied in shared climax before finally separating. "Exactly, my Princess," Gareth replied with a chuckle. "Though I had expected to smuggle you out inside the wagon, not pulling it. Still, this works just as well. If we are stopped by rebels wanting to search the wagons, they will find nothing."
"Indeed." Jasper sighed, only half listening. Her body still wanted more from the handsome stallion, but her heat had been sated just enough for her to resist for now. Time was of the essence. Once they were away from here, they could pick up where they left off. "So, where are we to meet the Bravelles?"
Gareth turned his head to indicate the direction. "Their warehouse is located south of here, near the merchant's gate. Using their connections, they ought to be able to pass through. Then, we can hopefully meet up with the others."
Jasper nodded. "Right, then. Lead on, Gareth."
"As you command, my Princess."
With that, Gareth led the way through the chaotic streets of the capitol.