No, he shoots his load inside you

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.

Unfortunately, Marzena chose the worst possible moment to knock on the door. You heard Sir Giles groan in frustration and pick up the pace, **** to get to finish before any possible interruption.

"Ahhh, JUST A MINUTE!" you shout, nervously tapping his hip with your free hand and starting to try to squirm away from his thrusting hips, "Don't forget, you need to cum outside me..! I, mmmmf, I want you to appreciate me and influence your liege for me... not for you to put a child in me."

That seemed to crack the otherwise solid willpower and concentration that had allowed him to plunge himself into you so for so long and give you such a satisfying orgasm... he sawed his hips up and down against yours, holding himself deep and squeezing your hips so that you instinctively clenched your folds around his intruding cock.

Just as he started to back out of you, Giles tensed and gasped, and you let out a sharp squeak of alarm as you felt his cock spasm and felt your well-fucked pussy suddenly get a lot wetter and stickier inside - the unmistakable, strange-feeling sensation of a man coming inside you.

Giles doesn't even apologize, just slumps back, sinks down to his knees and starts pulling his leggings on. Squeezing your legs together and squinting irately at him, you try to think of what to say to him. You settle for giving him a sharp slap on the chest, causing him to startle away from you as he jumped to his feet and mumble some vague apologies. You just winced and turned towards the door, knowing you didn't have time to chastise him before Marzena would come bursting in. And so she did.

"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.

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

"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.

"Well, go ahead and start to tell me about it - but first, turn around and avert your eyes." You brushed some sweat off your brow and retrieved the (mercifully clean) chamber pot from under the bed, since Hannah had run off anyway. You put it on the floor and hiked your skirt up, positioning yourself over it and squatting down over the aperture in the brass pot. A little trickle of urine came out along with several globs of the knight's pearly off-white seed. You squeezed as hard as you could, trying to rid yourself of it.

Marzena giggled impertinently. "Oh, yes, I've been there... from my conversations with the other ladies of the tower, young traveling knights like that never listen when they're asked to pull out. Too damn entitled, y'know? Ahhh... I wouldn't worry about it, Zoe. I've lain with a dozen and three men just this year and I've been alright so far. Anyway... are you ready to hear the juicy bits on Count Lamar?"