You're literal-minded about the 'ass-kissing'

Out of the various sorts of debauchery that Undrek condones it should surprise no one that those with a desire for their own sex get along there without much scrutiny. That isn't to say they don't get looked down upon by the lower classes - simply that there are so many categories of depraved pleasure seekers for salt-of-the-earth laborers to look down upon that they don't stand out much. In any case you've never felt the need to go seeking out women for pleasure since, after all, you already get used for someone else's pleasure often enough. That said, you have always had a penchant for watching others being degraded - especially ladies, and the prettier the better.

So it comes to pass that when Tula gulps, balls her fists and gets down on her knees, dropping her mace and silently beckoning you with a resigned expression, you briefly consider correcting her... but don't.

Why not, after all? It isn't like your citizens haven't seen you having sex in public before. Why not add a a little taboo display like this to your retinue? You somehow suspect the menfolk watching won't be offended. You turn around and, with great pomp, flip up your skirt.

Looking back, you can see that Tula is looking utterly disgusted. She wrinkles her nose, looks back up at you, and then down to the ground, going back and forth like that a few times before she at last sighs and places her lips on your (still pale and delicate even after a fair few days of rough use and treatment) bottom cheek. She makes it nice and loud, sucking noisily, then pulls back with a grimace.

"Ah ha ha ha...." you give a mirthless, condescending laugh, tossing your blonde locks over your other shoulder so you can look back at her. "That's not good enough. You're going deep," you bend over further and widen your stance so that your puckered asshole and pink gash are visible in the afternoon sun, "...deep into the valley."

"Wh-what?! I... I can't!" Tula sputters, less confident than you've ever seen her in your life.

"Don't tell me you're becoming some kind of prude now. I mean," you say in your proper, highborn tone of voice, sounding very dissonant indeed when discussing such topics, "we have fucked together on more than one occasion. We did it the last time I saw you, in fact! We had our arms around eachother! And you had no problems using your mouth then!"

The crowd overhears and hoots uproariously. Tula blushes beet red as she responds. "Oh come on, that is very different and you damned well know it! I had a man behind me, taking me, and you had a man behind you! That's not 'fucking together', that's... I don't know, a friendly hug while fucking other people! And besides Zoe, you've been trudging through the swamp for three or four days without a bath! I don't want to smell that, much less taste it!"

"Enough excuses!" You reach back behind you and grab the front edge of her wavy brown hair, dragging her face forward. "You wanted my THRONE, didn't you, bitch? Well HERE IT IS!"

You can't claim to have aimed it on purpose, but fortune is with you and her nose goes right up against your anus. "Hrmmfff!' she tries to protest - but her words are muffled by your crotch. Rather than have mercy you back up further. Even a rather slender ass like yours proves sufficient to **** off her objections, and soon her lips are pressed right against your female flower. You are still throbbing and sore down there - you get to feel pleasurable sensation as she dutifully inserts her tongue and stinging pain from your bruised lower lips at the same time.

"GOOD FOOKIN' SHOW!" a coarse, probably drunken voice shouts from the crowd amid applause. "She's really doin' it, she is! Makin' a slutty knight eat her arse! Hahahah! Long live 'er, I say!" The chorus of approving cheers, and jeers at Tula's expense, keeps on growing. Pulling her hair higher, you **** her to drag her tongue over your anus - still a bit sore, too, on account of Ross's ungentlemanly conduct.

After a few moments of that, Tula falls to the ground, flopping down. Being in armor, she can't even wipe her mouth off with a sleeve, and resorts to spitting and coughing. You still feel piqued, so you use your foot to push up the hem of her maile skirt, revealing her frilly, loose-fitting panties. "Yes, you see? It's not your weak sword arm that's important. It's land and money. You could beat me with an iron club but it doesn't matter, because I have the key to your petty kingdom, and that means I can do THIS!" Even though Tula, still bright red, mouths an objection, you do not relent and shove two of your fingers up inside of her cunt, waggling them up and down vigorously.

After a few minutes you can feel your fingertips getting moist inside her folds. You don't really have much experience with pleasuring yourself that way - nobles don't do things like that for themselves - but you must be doing something right. Or perhaps it is the motion itself that is responsible. Either way, every time you start feeling sorry for her, you remember the pain she has inflicted on you and her acts of treason - and you push on ahead humiliating her.

A half hour later Tula has slunk off to a room at the nearest inn and you are 'surrendering yourself' to captivity by the mercenaries again. They all seem rather chagrined. Belatedly you realize that you left Ross unsupervised for a bit too long during your show there. One can only hope he was too interested in watching to start spreading the ugly truth about Marzena's little heart-ripping spell to the others.

"Hm hm hm... Did you enjoy watching, you mutt?" you ask him as the warriors set up a little bivouac in the town square to wait for their payment to be brought out. "What she lacks in mental acuity she makes up for with her tits, don't you think? If you don't mind the fact that even more men have gotten their beaks wet in that particular blossom than mine, you are free to have a turn at her, too, if you continue being obedient."

"Shite." Ross shakes his head, sounding exasperated. "A wee, delicate maiden, soft and solicitous, ye were in my dreams... helpless and afraid. Oh how I wish it had been so. What'll be next, then?"

"Pretty simple. My servants bring out a few bags of gold. Cadh distributes it. And tonight, your men give all of that gold to a couple dozen girls in scanty costumes who come out to bring your 'lads' plentiful libations and ride their cocks until morning. Cadh announces you all work for me now. Marzena's wicked girls affect the minds of those other mercenaries encamped outside. Then we go south a few days, and I do to Aldergrove what YOU did to ME the other night. Speaking figuratively, that is... hah, hah, well, figuratively if he's lucky."