He's a gentleman and cums outside, to your friend's amusement

There was a bit of friction as the mushroom-head of Giles manhood brushed over the tickling stubble of your well-trimmed bush and began forcing your gates open. Breathing heavily and whimpering faintly, you lifted one of your legs to the side, allowing him to hold it up at an angle, allowing him to slide more of his impressive girth into you. He wasn't as much of a boor as some of your previous partners. Never before had a man teased you for so long and gone so slowly and gently to begin with.

Sadly, it seemed that once again, the young Hannah had gotten the short end of the stick, as the long session of rough groping Sir Raymond had given her was more for his own benefit than her pleasure. He lasciviously licked his palm and fingers to wet her up and slick his own shaft in his hand before pouncing on top of her, not even bothering to fully remove her dress, and starting to pound her like a blacksmith working a piece of iron.

You beamed with satisfaction all the same. The best was reserved for you, as it should be. Sir Giles slid his hands up to cup your modest breasts and pressed his muscular chest down against your back as he grew bolder and faster, draping himself over you as he fucked you like a bitch in heat.

As always, the thin walls and floors of the Crooked Tower allowed your shrill cries of delight with each squeeze and blow of Giles hips against your ass to carry to all the adjoining rooms. It was a little embarrassing, but also exciting. Besides, if you had to fulfill your duties as countess sexually, you much preferred to do so in a place besides your family estate. The one time that you'd invited a man to your bedroom, half a year ago, he'd started acting as though he owned the place (and you) almost immediately. Better to get what you wanted from them on neutral ground, as it were.

At the moment, the reasons of politics and intrigue you'd had for wanting to charm Sir Giles were not foremost in your mind. His skills as a lover and the delights of his body were surpassing your expectations, and right now your prime concern was hoping you got to come.

"Oh! Auhhhhh, nnnh!" you moaned shrilly as he started bucking more sharply against you. "Oh you've been on the road too long, you stallion, I can tell you're far too pent up. Keep going, keep going... give me your hand..." you take his hand and position it on your crotch, encouraging him to rub your clit.

Giles starts to go very deep now, delighting in the slapping of skin and slick squishing sounds produced when his hips buck against yours. Your cheeks burned with sinful arousal as you allowed this man who you'd just met to sheath himself in you as deeply as he wanted, even unto the point that you could feel his dangling balls start to bounce against the spot where his fingers were toying with you.

With a bit more confident direction from you, Sir Giles showed excellent control and attention to your pleasure, and both you and he were rewarded with a shuddering orgasm running through your hips, which you announced to the whole of the tower with a banshee-like wail. He was no longer capable of speech, only making heavy, lusty grunts through gritted teeth as he started to slam into your soaked cunt hard enough to leave your bottom cheeks reddened and stinging.

You heard a loud groan and looked back over your shoulder at Giles - who was still balls-deep inside you - but he was merely lingering on the edge. It was Raymond who had just reached his climax, filling the cute young witch under him with his seed and then collapsing on her, both of them panting.

Seeing your beautiful eyes looking back at him pushed Giles over the edge, and he hurriedly backed out of your pussy, releasing his grip on you and stroking his slick shaft instead. A jet of hot cum sprayed across both cheeks of your bottom, making you flinch with surprise, followed by a satisfied giggle. You were quite correct about him having a lot saved up - unfortunately a lot gets on your dress.

Sir Giles, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, takes you in his arms again and sinks into the chair with you. The two of you sit, exchanging more tender kisses, for a good long while before Marzena barges in without knocking on the door, causing Giles to jump and grab for his clothes and Raymond to roll off the bed in surprise. Hannah takes this opportunity to leap up out of the bed and scurry off to go wash herself before Raymond can recover enough for a second round.

"Hey there boys," Marzena says with a flirtatious giggle. "Just been treated to some of the finest hospitality in all the lands, haven't you? Lucky, lucky. Although - and don't get all smug, hearing this - I'm also glad to see such a quality kind of visitor coming to our halls. Or is it, IN our halls?" She gave Sir Giles a playful swat on his bare ass before he could finish pulling up his leggings.

"Hmm. I think both I and that girl Hannah could use a rest, good sirs. Why don't you return to the Count of Luxem and tell the rest of his entourage they have leave to 'explore' the tower as well? I have to confer with my advisor here. Hopefully there is good news."

Giles and Raymond, quite won over to your cause now, depart through the door, a new spring in their step.

"What do you have for me, Marzena?" You ask hopefully. "Are there any mitigating circumstances? A sick mother, a needy child, anything like that?"

"Nope," Marzena says with a smirk. "In her words 'I just wanted to see those arrogant prigs used as a demon's playthings'. But! Our scrying did reveal some very, very interesting information about his wife Countess Marissa that might make him reconsider if we were to bring it up in the right way..." her smirk progresses to an evil smile.