You make good friends with the knights and Marzena comes through

As you were about to head up, Johari spoke up with a squeak as the third vassal's hand hiked the hem of her skirt steadily higher. "M-my countess! Could you perhaps speak with this guest of ours who has taken a liking to me and explain why it might be better to accompany you upstairs and procure some female companionship aside from me...?"

"Oh," you reply smugly, "but he looks so delighted to be able to put his hands on you... why not give the poor girls of the Crooked Tower a break and show him that your order appreciates the pleasures of life as well as the practicalities of ****? Go ahead and let him have you for the evening, I'll be sure that someone takes up the slack for all your accounting."

With that, you led Sir Giles and his other horny friend, Sir Raymond, up to the second and third floors of Undrek's premier carnal paradise. Some of the malefic women beckoned and made sultry gestures from the doors of their rooms, while others gave the men challenging sneers that were enticing in their own way.

Raymond seemed to have a particular type in mind, passing by several curvaceous, scantily-clad blondes in corsets. Sir Giles, you were fairly sure, was intending to make a pass at you before he diverted his attentions to anyone else, and kept making small talk and asking questions.

"So, I cannot help but notice how many of these doors are locked. Is that to keep the visitors and customers or away or to help keep control of the witches inside? Are the occupants in ill health?" Giles asks, curiously.

"Oh," you say, "Not at all. Sickness is quite rare here, thanks to the efforts of the herbalists and chirurgeons. About half of the women of the tower on on break on any given day - some only for a single day and others as part of a longer sabbatical. For a variety of reasons."

"Indeed, it must be... hard for them sometimes." He says with a chuckle.

"You know," you continue, slipping closer alongside Giles now and letting him take your hand, "So far as I am concerned, so long as the women here don't use their powers for evil any more, I don't see them as being any less proper citizens of our county than anyone else. It is a niche that has served Undrek well over the years... and in truth, most of them grow to appreciate it. They at least will never be completely under the submission of any single man, even if they must make certain concessions to the visitors of the tower."

A pale young woman with neck-length black hair and an innocent moon-shaped face (as well as a most impressive bosom barely concealed by her tight ankle-length black dress) suddenly happened across your path and blushed shyly, averting her eyes. That seemed to be exactly what Sir Raymond had been looking for. "Oh, oh, wait here a moment, my dear. The gracious Countess Zoe was just leading us up here to help find us some accommodations for the night." The mustached, broad-shouldered young knight stepped forward and willfully took hold of the silver chain linking the girl's wrist manacles together.

You recognized this girl; her name was Hannah, and she was another recent arrival, a fresh young face that you'd brought in alongside Marzena and a few others (including Flora, who was genuinely dangerous, if the Count of Luxem were to be believed).

"Hmmm," you say, "Since my advisor Marzena and the manager Griselda are occupied at the moment, if you would like to choose Hannah's room for the night, then I think it would be best if I spent some time helping you get settled in and guiding her through the process. I recall hearing from Griselda that this young lady's first time with a guest didn't go altogether well, so perhaps some guidance from her countess will help the process along."

Hannah forces a smile and swallows heavily, brushing her straight, middle-parted hair nervously and saying nothing yet. You give her a glance that is almost taunting.

The second knight, Raymond, rubs his hands together eagerly and looms over Hannah lustily, gently taking her by the shoulders and pushing her in through the door. You follow them inside... and amusingly, so does Sir Giles.

Sir Raymond begins stripping off his armor immediately upon getting inside, even directing Hannah the witch to help him remove his coat of chainmail. The rooms were quite luxurious, with satin sheets, feather beds, and fine upholstered furniture. Once Raymond was down to his undergarments, he wrapped his hands around Hannah's lower back and gently pushed the nervous girl down onto the bed.

Before things got too intense you laid a hand on Raymond's shoulder and called his attention to yourself. "Ahem... I can see that wise and noble warriors like yourselves appreciate what my family has helped to build, here in Undrek. I hope I can count on you to help convince Lamar that he should be lenient on Miss Flora and leave her here, secure in the Tower?"

"Sounds fine to me," Raymond said distractedly, roughly groping the meek young woman's hefty breasts in his hands and rubbing his knee up between her legs.

"Now, now, Raymond. Be sure to pace yourself and treat her gently." You then kneel by the bed and whisper in the girl's ear, stroking her hair gently with your hand. "And Hannah... normally you'll need to keep in mind a guest's preferences when it comes to cooking for him, grooming him and otherwise providing little domestic services. But for the moment, just concentrate on getting comfortable with the basics."

"Y-yes, Countess," she gasped meekly as Raymond's fingers started to explore the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and flick over her maidenhood.

"Don't worry, dear Hannah. The Countess of Undrek keeps the well-being of all her people in mind. So I'll stay around and encourage Raymond here not to go too quickly or get too rough with you. ... Yes, that is the way, sir knight. Keep touching and massaging her for a good long while, help her to get relaxed and ready for your..." you brushed your hand lightly over his trousers, "impressive sword."

Giles was staring at you intently now from his seat in a leather chair, leaning forward and starting to discretely doff his own armor. "Mi'lady... I agree that this is a wonderous town of yours. But Count Lamar has a temper - the Loon family is more serious than you might think, given the name - they are no flighty game birds, but loyal and ferocious hunting dogs of the royal court. You are asking a great deal from me and my fellow vassals, to make such a brazen demand of our lord."

You raised an eyebrow and flounced your way over to Giles, making sure to show a maximum of leg through the very generous slits in your white and gold dress. "Might I favor you with something to convince you to undertake such a risk?" You ask with a flirtatious lilt in your voice.

"Oh, Lady Orban..." the strapping young man says, boldly grasping one of your hands and pulling you closer to him, "It is already all that I can do to restrain myself from invoking whatever law or custom that I can to bed you. I prize a woman with wit and fire as well as grace and beauty. I'd serenade you, were I a minstrel; instead I am a landed lord, and I'll lay that title on the line for the sake of your subjects... if you have no objection to me having you."

In spite of yourself, you show your youth and inexperience by sputtering and blushing a little, expecting him to dance around the issue a little longer. "Well, it is... I mean... You are sure you can convince the other men-at-arms, Sir Giles?"

"Oh yes," he says - though you figured he would say anything right now to stop you from pulling out of his grasp.

You flutter your heavily shadowed eyes at him. To bring these two fierce knights to heel by offering them a night with a pretty girl... and yourself. It was a delicious feeling of power, and the thought of literally screwing Count Lamar out of his vassals' loyalty made you tingle with excitement.

Giles, it seemed, could smell that his goal was near, and firmly pulled you towards him, guiding your apple of a bottom down onto his muscular hips and letting you feel the barely-constrained bulge in his leggings. His strong hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you in close enough to plant a kiss on your neck, followed by a nibble on your ear. You rested your hands limply against his chest, leaning into his embrace and closing your eyes.

The handsome knight murmured his smug satisfaction as he felt you growing moist and hot through your knickers in his lap, and kissed you hungrily on the lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth aggressively. When he broke it, you opened your eyes and met his gaze, your faces only inches apart.

Your cheeks were hot with excitement, especially hearing the soft moans and whimpers coming from Hannah being groped and squeezed all over in the bed a few feet away. Being enfolded in Sir Giles' muscular arms was delightful, and you had butterflies in your stomach as you wondered how far he might go.

"This is... Um, I mean, yes, good sir. I would gladly help to relieve the stress of your journey myself..." You slid slightly lower, out of his lap, and knelt on the floor, starting to loosen and unbutton his leggings. Pulling them down around his hips, the odor of sweat and saddle-leather was strong, but somehow also quite enticing. Nowhere near as enticing as his mighty lance standing at attention, however. Long and gently curved with a nice broad head throbbing eagerly at your lightest touch.

"Perhaps it would be best if you just sit there, sir Giles," you say softly, trying to sound casual and in control of the situation, "and allow me to bring you release with my mouth. It's one of the services the accommodating women of this town are famous for."

He doesn't object at first, and runs his fingers appreciatively through your silky blonde hair as you let his thick shaft slip past your lips and begin bobbing up and down on his lap. After a few minutes his weapon is throbbing even more urgently against your slithering tongue. The taste isn't great, and although sucking a cock is an interesting sensation, it isn't very gratifying to the excitement that has been tingling in your own loins.

"Ah... That's wonderful, Lady Orban." he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your hair. "But it can get so much better. Please... allow me to bend you over the chair and lay you properly."

"Ahh?" you blink in surprise. "But we've already been up here for some time... The Count will be starting to worry. And besides, good sir... That would come with certain, mm, dangers."

He pulls you up into his lap anyway. Trying to play if off with cool humor, you give a nervous approximation of the typical noblewoman's laugh. "That is to say... don't you think you might regret your hastiness if a bastard son of yours were to show up at your manor a few years later?"

Sir Giles just shrugs nonchalantly. "My fellow knights will no doubt be spending the evening in the company of women of their own. These witches who live and 'serve' in this tower under your rulership don't get pregnant?"

As a matter of fact they did, quite frequently, despite using a variety of methods to reduce the risk. Hannah gasped a little at such a turn of conversation, especially since Raymond had stripped his own leggings off and was pulling her undergarments to the side, aiming his erect shaft at her cunny. This topic of conversation was making you a bit nervous too, truth be told.

"Well, no king or duke is going to legitimize the child of a maleficar. But it's different when - AH!" you give a girlish squeal as he stands and nearly picks you up with a sudden firm grip on your ass-cheeks. He turns you toward the chair and bends you over it before lifting up the rear hem of your dress, followed by swiftly yanking down your knickers and poking the helmet of his erect cock against your now bare bottom.

You couldn't deny that after spending 20 minutes with his hands roaming all over you and your lips around his manhood, you were hot, wet, and slippery; Giles could easily see and smell your arousal now that your knickers were down.

"I suppose... you can enjoy me a little." You murmur to the baron, fluttering your shadowed eyes at him over your shoulder and looking apprehensively at his hard shaft with a red ring of your lipstick around it. "But... ahem... temperance in all things, yes? In other words, be sure that you pull out."

Hannah raised her voice and squeezed Raymond's neck softly for attention. "Yes, yes lord - as Countess Zoe says. I'd like to ask you to please withdraw from me as well, i-if you can."

You just had to hope your words made an impression, as you heard Sir Giles's feet shuffle a little closer to you and felt something hard and hot start to gradually work its way inside your vagina...