Your friends are about to pounce but you show mercy

The Count of Luxem is silent for a long time before he finally speaks. "You may have me at a disadvantage, you harpies - but I'm still a man, not some ox for you to lead around by the nose. You think that telling me I've been cuckolded and made guilty of **** would make me want to touch you? I almost feel pity for you - you all must be truly broken inside to expect such a thing. I don't truly blame Marissa for any of this, and I still love her, not that I expect you to understand. If King Bryce took advantage of her at a time she was feeling **** and powerless, then he is the sinner, not her. With his title, Marissa probably had little choice except to do what he wanted."

Lamar seemed to have found some surprising font of mental fortitude, and though his words and face were stern, he was calmer now. "It gives me hope to think that, hopeless though our circumstances might appear, the fault is less with Marissa or myself and more with the Kingdom itself. This land, and most of its neighbors even, seems poised to destroy itself out of its own corruption. We can hold our heads high even if we must compromise our ideals to survive such sorry times. Now! Countess, I hope you will forgive me if I sound insincere when I bid you good night, but I am leaving immediately."

Marzena rolled her eyes and let her oversized hat tilt to the side on her head. "Oh, blah blah blah! What is this man, a church neophyte who's been repeating catechisms all day and night?" You couldn't tell if she was genuinely shamed by Lamar taking the high road - if she was, she hid it well under a cloak of annoyance. "I don't recall Countess Zoe giving you permission to leave, little lord." she said, grabbing Lamar's wrist again before he could walk away.

"You've pushed my **** to hit a woman as far as it will go, witch. Let go of me immediately or I'll put you in your place by ****."

"Flora, get over here!" Marzena said with a whistle. Sure enough, the other tall woman came over and started circling around behind him. "Help me get his trousers off. I think everyone deserves to see the truth about how his wife's situation makes him feel."

Count Lamar tried to jerk his hand away, but Marzena just stepped aggressively closer to him, pinning his arm to his side against her body - stunning Lamar for a moment at the touch of her soft breasts despite himself. Flora grabbed his other arm by the elbow, giggling.

"By **** you said, Count?" Marzena laughed viciously. "There's three of us and one of you in here. Even if you actually have any experience fighting, which I doubt, your manly strength is no substitute for a little help from good friends. I've always wanted to see a real knight-in-shining-armor type get tied down and **** by a wicked, home-wrecking bitch of a woman, and as it so happens we have one of those right here! Does that sound like fun to you, Flora honey?"

Flora at Lamar with devilish eyes. "You should have accepted me into your bed when first I offered myself, Count. You could have had it all. But nooooo - I wasn't as young or pretty as your little wife, was I? Wasn't from a good family, didn't have your courtly manners. I would've rather seen you as a jester in a demoness's court. But forcing you to cum for me will be a decent consolation. Would it please the Countess to hold his legs for a minute while I help 'my lord' out of his clothes?"

Lamar really started to struggle now, and you saw a hint of genuine fear in his eyes as he realized Flora and Marzena weren't just playing.

That was a touch too far. At least, without better cause - he had, after all, agreed to your demands, and you didn't want him to push him too far into wanting vengeance. "Alright ladies," you said casually with a dismissive wave of your hand, "That's enough fun for now. Let's let this poor fellow go. "

Both Flora and Marzena whined and groaned theatrically with disappointment, reluctantly releasing the struggling man (who hadn't yet been using his full strength, luckily for them).

Not wanting either of the two witches to think you'd gone soft, you rubbed salt in the Count's wounds one last time. "We don't want to send him back to his beautiful, sexy sister with a bruised manhood. Well, at least not his physical manhood. I suggest you let her suck in her gut, spend the next week in bed with her, and celebrate begetting 'your' child, dear Lamar. I mean, if your mother had let your father do the same, you wouldn't be in this mess! ...Or, maybe you'd still be fucking her enthusiastically if you had known she was born from the same mother."

You give him a wave and unlock the door, allowing him to leave. "Have a wonderful night now. Send a messenger to the tower here if you change your mind about wanting to even the score with your wife and the king by trying to make a bastard of your own~" He brushes out immediately, too rattled by the final near-**** to even throw any more angry imprecations back at you.

"Well," you say to the two of them. "That was rather theatrical, wasn't it? Mother was right, I do have a knack for these dramatic confrontations. Let's have a drink to celebrate, shall we? Sorry to spoil your fun, but if you two still have a lust for Crownlands cock don't forget about the other three vassals wandering the halls up there, assuming the other girls haven't eaten them up already."

"Are you ready to discuss some of my potential powers, great Countess?" Flora asked, grinning ambitiously again. "That is - I presume that the official ban on working our magics in the Crooked Tower will be... selectively enforced?"

You giggle as you uncork a bottle of cognac and pour some for the three of you, touching a finger to your nose.

Flora continues. "Mmm... well, as you know, I summoned a succubus of great charm and power. It... may not have been the wisest of ideas after all, since I had no way to control her and, quite honestly, I was hiding for my life by the end of it all. But part of the reason she broke free is because she taught me some of her forbidden arts."

"Some of it is rather mundane, although practical. Special cosmetics and makeup made with the blood and body parts of various animals and magical creatures that can temporarily reverse aging or disfigurement... perfume that increases arousal... potions that will remove armpit, nose or other hair and stop it from returning... that sort of thing."

"But the greatest among them is the the magic of nightmare, or nightmarism as some call it. By traveling mentally to the dreams of another, hidden lusts can be discovered, inflamed, or even created from nothing. The best part? If the spell goes awry, it's the targeted person who is at risk of being demonically possessed, not the witch casting it. We needn't summon any succubi or other unpredictable beings to use it - it is merely a skill that can be taught. Once a witch has met someone in person she can send a nightmare upon him or her from any distance. If only I'd learned it sooner, I wouldn't have needed to summon a succubus at all."

You nod your head and sip your fine liqueur. "Very interesting, my new subject. I would like you to begin teaching this magic to those inhabitants of the tower who aren't 'working' on any given day. If we can sneak our proposal through the royal court, having the King sign onto it whilst he's distracted with something else, I imagine we'll get a flood of additional inmates for the Crooked Tower - probably a dozen right away, and another dozen trickling in over the next year. Then when an opportunity to expand our power presents itself, we will be ready to capitalize immediately."

Finishing your drink, you rise to leave. "Well. I shall bed down early tonight, I think. That knight rather fucked me into exhaustion. Be ready to get up bright and early tomorrow - the next few weeks will be a flood of rich, thirsty, horny merchant caravans."