A close embrace with Baroness Tula while you're both being pounded

You plant a knee against Gregor's chest to signal him to hold back for a moment and look with amusement between Tula's spread legs. She is leaving her knees dangling over the edges of the bed. Each time Duran tries to grip any part of her legs, she huffs in annoyance and kicks him away. Hesitantly he reaches forward and begins kneading her full heavy breasts in his hands. When Tula doesn't object, he takes his fingers in deeper and leans forward, letting his thick fleshy club of a penis slap against her pelvis. In spite of her protestations, the smell of natural perfume in the air is more than you could account for yourself.

Perhaps its because it is tradition in your family for young heiresses to start secretly observing the goings on at brothel beds from behind a mirror beginning in their teenage years, but you have always found delight in watching the act of sex even more than participating in it. The spot between your legs grows hot and tickles with moisture as you watch that mushroom head slide up and down along Tula's crotch.

Like you, she is lucky enough to own a very fine set of razors and a personal maid with very steady hands, so Tula only has a dusting of dark stubble, giving you and the militiaman a perfectly unobstructed view of her pink lips being parted by the blunt object. Averting her eyes from you, she opens her legs wider and rests her hands against the mat of coarse black hair on the stout fellow's belly. Soon she is gently bucking her ass back and forth as he leans over her and begins thrusting forcefully. Each time he does so hard enough to produce a slap and a squish, she lets out a close-lipped grunt or squeak of pleasure. For all her coarseness, once Tula is in the saddle, her training at the hands of her previous aristocratic lovers kicks in and she submits to her current lover's movements, pressing her hands firmly against him but not enough to qualify as actual resistance.

Feeling suddenly playful you realize you can use that to your advantage. You hadn't ever really fantasized ABOUT Tula, as such. Rather, more often your thoughts regarding her unreasonably curvaceous figure, especially where the chest was concerned, were those of envy. But since she is seemingly so oddly insecure about her sexuality (perhaps because she spent so much time around the more arrogant and macho sort of knights who tended to, whether seriously or in jest, impugn one another's 'manliness' and accuse them of fancying boys... Tula seems to have gotten a notion that she should be similarly vehement about pre-emptively denying any deviancy), it gives you something to hold over her.

As Tula is gently, firmly plowed against the bed you bend over her and, face flushing, rest your hands on her navel, feeling her soft skin against her palms. Perhaps it's your imagination but you think you can feel tiny increases in pressure each time Duran's big cock slides past her shaved nether lips and lodges deep inside her. Tula purses her lips and shoots you an annoyed look but then closes her eyes again and regains her neutral expression. You begin stroking her bare skin, rubbing your hands further up along her chest. Since you are stripped bare except for your stockings, you push your small breasts up against her cheek. Trying to meet you half-way, Tula wraps an arm around your waist but doesn't do any more than that.

You sure intend more, though. As the officer behind you begins pleasantly exploring the cleft of your delicate bottom with his tongue and planting kisses along your tight rump you take one of Tula's huge boobs in your hand, squeezing and kneading it between your palms as it moves back and forth, taking advantage of Duran having shifted his grip to her waist.

The two of your bodies are at a sort of perpendicular angle, forcing Gregor awkwardly to the head of the bed if he wants to continue getting at your lower body (which he very much does). Pleasant shivers run through you as a hot, slimy tongue infiltrates your dewy 'castle gates' and runs around in your insides. Really getting into it now, smirk down at Tula.

"Mmm..." you look over at Duran, the stout man's eyes already bugging out as he bites his lip. "I haven't felt it myself... though without a doubt, if I'd been born a man, I would have taken advantage of this nubile baroness more than a few times by now... yet I imagine that an athletic lady like her has a real champion-class cunt. Do you think you'll be able to last very long?"

"Mmmff... nngh... he had better." Tula cranes her head back and looks up at him and you as she's fucked. "With Zoe annoying me and-"

As if worried about being forgotten Marzena reminds the two of you of her presence as she lets out a cat-like yowl as she grinds her hips against the captive dwarf's face, jerking off his stubby cock with both hands so energetically that the sliding of her spit-soaked fingers was the loudest sound in the room.

"-other distractions it's going to be... hmmfff... hard enough for me to find my pleasure with such a lowly cock. And," she looks Duran in the eye, "you'd better fucking remember to pull out before you empty your quiver. Try and aim for the Countess, I'll.. nnh... give you a bonus for good aim if you do."

"Oh, Tula," you say with a lilt in your voice. "So firey that you're jealous, being in the room with me yet having to give yourself to another. But don't worry. You can have your true hearts desire even while being mated by a chubby peasant's turgid cock."

You bend over and give one of her wobbling, jiggling breasts a loud, wet kiss with lots of slurping and suction, starting on the underside and working your way up over the nipple. Tula starts to protest, but before she gets an coherent words out she is letting out ****-sounding grunts and moans, and seems incapable of any more coherent speech.

The evidence that Gregor appreciates your little jest and is enjoying the show soon arrives in the form of a hard, throbbing protrusion poking against your slit. Thanks to how excited you've gotten with the show and all of his rubbing and groping, he needs only lean forward an inch and it slips in on its own, smooth as butter. But he's not exactly a master lover and it stops being 'smooth' right after that, as he begins ramming into you energetically, noisily forcing your cunt wide open with his tool. There's a squelch as he manages to drive himself in up to the base and you feel his hips starting to slap rhythmically against your ass.

Having a mouth full of soft, salty breast, exploring a truly marvelous set of breasts so intimately for the first time, is a more exciting, novel thrill than you'd expected, which means that you're soon almost burning up around Gregor's shaft, your pleasure building up faster than even one of these louts' could. You hear a third grunt of surprise as Marzena switches positions, throwing herself down atop Hod's lap and sinking onto his stalagmite.

You pull away from her breast for a moment, leaning close over Tula. In the place of her usual defiance you see a meek, almost pained look of surrender, eyes crinkled as she clearly teeters on the edge of being overwhelmed by pleasure.

"You may want him to hold back but there's... unfff," you let out a grunt yourself as Gregor's cock goes particularly deep in you again, "...no reason that you should, unless you're... enjoying this more than you admit. I bet that I can make you come before yonder peasant does and if I do, I'm sure he won't be able to hold back when he sees you arching your back in pleasure like a cat in heat..." You run your tongue down her neck as you move over to begin focusing your efforts on her other tit.

Behind you, you can feel Gregor picking up the tempo as well, building a heat in your own belly. It adds an invigorating challenge to your lusty endeavor... the faster you can make Tula admit that she's not beyond your erotic charms the better, since with your mouth full of her melons you can't very well monitor Gregor and give him the 2-3 verbal reminders that even the most well-meaning man seems to need in order to withdraw in time (each time you'd relied on understandings, tacit or explicit, reached before the act had begun, you'd gotten a cum-dripping pussy for your trouble).

Surprisingly, Tula shifts her grip on you higher and curls her hand round your back. Unlike most women she keeps her fingernailed trimmed short, which unfortunately just makes them sharper... when she drags them across your back painfully hard. Responding in kind you give her tender nipple a sample of your teeth. But rather than chastisement, in both your case and hers the harsh sensations only heighten the excitement. At this rate you don't think you'll be able to tell anyone to do anything - Gregor, Duran, Tula or otherwise, and you're not sure you'll care... but still, you musn't let the upcoming siege of Aldergrove out of your mind... you'd thought you were practicing so you don't reveal your inexperience in a three (or more)-way, but instead you feel like you need practice to not lose your mind...