(If Ross came inside you) Side chapter: discussing your 'condition' with Marzena

You sigh with contentment as you wake up in your tent. The attack on Castle Alder should be ready to begin by tomorrow. You're far more concerned with thinking about how you're going to redecorate once it falls, and the best way to brag to the rest of the southern nobility about your victory without seeming crude or over-aggressive about it. "Well, since mother is already in the capital, that gives me the perfect excuse to go visit her, with news..." you say to yourself.

"HEY! Zoe!" Marzena bursts in rudely as usual. "You gonna give me permission to do that ritual yet? C'mon, you gotta change your mind eventually."

"GAH!" you cry in surprise, throwing your covers over yourself. "Marzena!! Damn it, why did my guards let you in? I'm sleeping in the nude here, you know? If you were a man I could have you lashed half to **** for this." you pause. "Actually, I'm pretty sure I still could." Marzena just laughs off your anger like always, so you roll your eyes and sigh. "NO to your damned ritual, we are not performing blood sacrifices or binding demons to create monsters. Not unless there's absolutely no alternative. Now, since you're already in here, help me get my dress on, would you?" You yawn. "At least that damn food poisoning or whatever I've had for the last month is finally done with. No nausea today." you stretch.

Marzena seems uncharacteristically quiet as she helps you throw on your dress and begins tightening the strings from behind. You feel a sudden unpleasant pinch and radiating soreness from your chest. "OWCH! Not so rough, you barn-raised barbarian wench of a witch!" Alas, you can't seem to get the top of your dress to cup your breasts as snugly as you'd like without causing a pinching soreness. "It seems like my body is rebelling against the celibacy I've had to settle for ever since that visit to the roadside inn. My tits are feeling like they've been kicked by a horse."

"Erm... Zoe..." Marzena says, sounding a little more hesitant than usual. "I know you love to complain. And I didn't want to make nothin' of it but you're really forcing my hand here. The thing is, seeing you every day as I do, not once in the last few years that I've known you have you failed to complain about it when you're having your monthly cramps. And... well, I've seen some of the side effects of the, y'know, liberties that guests to the Crooked Tower take with us witches... plus the reasons that several new slots have opened up in the other town brothels. This is on my mind since, well, I've had a few close calls myself lately and poor Rima has been getting antsy about when we'll be able to return to the Crooked Tower and have access to 'potion brewing' ingredients... and saw her get in a couple of lively arguments with Hannah..."

You groan and look around for the warm tea that your servants are supposed to have ready for you when you wake up. "What the hells are you rambling about, Marzena?" You've only been halfway paying attention.

"Oh, you want me to be crude?" Marzena giggles in her usual impish way. "Say no more, that's my specialty, Zoe!" she reaches down and gives you an over-familiar squeeze around your midsection. "You're getting a bit plump down here, too. Looks and sounds like you've got knocked up, Zoe."

Your mouth drops open and a chill runs down your back. You've been so focused on the siege and your coming triumph that you've been putting such things out of your mind. "Oh... oh shit!" Sure enough, your monthly cramps haven't been bothering you. Yours are often light and easy to deal with but you suddenly realize you've had no need for a blood rag, either.

You think back... back to a few months ago.

Ross is no longer listening. His eyes roll back in his head and he squeezes you painfully tight in his grip, making you yelp. But that little shrill yip is nothing compared to the long, drawn-out, grunting cry of frustration that escapes your lips when you feel his shaft throb and shudder rhythmically inside of you. Ross groans dramatically, mouth hanging open as shudders run through his muscular body. You can feel his hips shuddering too. And although you were plenty wet yourself, you are pretty sure that you can feel a hot, sticky sensation deep inside yourself. Looking down you see that his shaft is buried inside you all the way up to the root. When his balls brush against your inner thigh, you can feel them tense and flex. He isn't even trying to back out of you.

You knew all-too-well what that meant. "FUCK, YOU FILTHY BASTARD! Get out of me, get out of me!!" you bark at him, pounding both of your fists against his chest frantically and wriggling your backside, trying to get his shaft to slip out of you before he finished depositing his load. It does no good - you're as helpless as a ragdoll in his grasp and he has none of the instinctive manners or chivalry that might make him reflexively let go when a woman in his grip started to panic.

The man is far too strong, of course - you're held firmly in place until he relaxes, an idiotic smile gracing his coarse features. You immediately give him a hard push with both your hands and your knees, and, surprised, he lets go of you completely. This is less than ideal, because it means you drop several feet onto the ground, landing ass-first in the itchy grass with a painful thump and scraping your back against the tree-back so hard it rips your dress. But that isn't the worst of it. The worst of it is that the sudden drop and landing resulted in some of the hot white seed Ross had blasted up into you trickling back down, and when you looked down, a perfectly-timed bubble of white cum was adorning the middle of your aroused pink pussy-lips.

And a few days before that...

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 feel the prickling sensation of tears welling up in your eyes and grit your teeth, letting out a deep groan. Marzena's voice is uncharacteristically soft as she puts a hand on your shoulder. "H...hey, Zoe, I wasn't trying to be mean, making fun of you or anything. It's alright, isn't it? I mean, most young noble ladies would be looking down the scandal of their lives being unmarried and pregnant, but for your household it's a happy occasion, innit?"

Opening your mouth to protest, you pause, then sigh and frown deeply a you rest your elbows on your knees. "The farmer has to harvest every year, but that doesn't make his backbreaking labor a happy occasion, you damn fool. Shit. I'm still only 20, I wanted a few more years to enjoy my life without such concerns." In times past, being with child meant coming face to face with ****, even for a noblewoman. Thanks to the techniques and sciences developed in your city and quickly spreading across Itheria, that's not so much the case - only a couple of women have died that way in the past 5 years across your whole county. But it's still not exactly safe, and certainly not pleasant. Besides, the idea of having a child already is quite frightening. A niggling vestige of your conscience reminds you that several other women are going to be facing these same burdens because of your own actions, with fewer resources than you have, but you put such thoughts out of your mind.

Marzena gives you a friendly hug over your shoulder. "C'mon, it won't be so bad. Maybe it'll be a girl and you'll have gotten your duty out of the way early, eh?" she gives you a gentle shake. "I mean, regardless of who the father is, I'm sure she'll be cute as a dumpling. You're lucky, you Orbans. Your mother could pass for your older sister, when she's wearing all her makeup at least."

"Mmmf." you grumble lightly. "The father... oh hell. I hope it wasn't that barbaric Gaelican commoner, Ross." You clasp your hands together and look upwards. "Gods, please let it take after Giles. And to think, I'd been telling him to pull out. Now I'm hoping he was as virile as a prize bull."

Marzena tries and fails to suppress her fit of the giggles. You glare at her. "Damn it... Marzena, you fuck twice as many men as I do, at least. No offense but it ought to be you in this position, not me. Do you have some reliable contraceptive you've been hoarding from the others in the tower, not to mention me?"

She puts her hands up defensively and smiles. "Well, I'm a little better than you at knowing when to take the initiative to pull off and open my mouth. And I'm not nearly so squeamish as some about showing the path to my secret rear entrance. But yeah, honestly, I'm a little surprised myself, but then my pa always did say I had the demon lord's own luck."

You finally allow yourself a little smirk. "Or perhaps it's the gods intervening to make sure the world isn't blighted with another wench as insufferable as you." You shake your head. "Well, this **** on the castle had better work. I want to be able to take a triumphant trip to the crownlands before I'm too big to wear any high fashion." You grab her arm. "Now, Marzena - I would tell you not to gossip about this, but I know that's pointless. So just... as a favor to me, keep it to the witches and no one else, would you? No joking about it to whatever infantry miscreant you're riding the cock of tonight."

"I'll do my best," the witch says with a twitch of her nose.