It's a humble creampie for all three of you

You are enjoying it enough that you decide you won't mind changing positions for a minute, to give the guys a chance to cool down and draw out your own pleasure. After all, even though this Duran fellow, from one of the lowest status guilds, is far from the most attractive man (he seems like he enjoys sampling his own wares a bit too much), at least his midsection's thickness is matched by that of his cock, so you won't mind screwing him for a minute too. "Come on, Tula - you remember how much those knights from earlier this year enjoyed getting to see both of our charms at once? Let's see if these peasants can show discipline with their eyes even if they need none with their hips." You use a foot to kick Gregor away as he humps away at you from behind and give Tula's chest one last lick for good measure before rolling onto your back and laying down alongside her.

You've noticed that a number of prostitutes who are good enough friends with one another that they enjoy a group romp to keep things interesting like this position. You and your baroness are both laying on your backs, shoulder to shoulder and side by side at the edge of the bed. Thanks to your amusing view of Tula, the feel of Duran's hairy, flabby torso starting to push up against your thighs makes you giggle rather than sigh in annoyance. You tingle pleasantly as he fumbles with his cock around your nethers. From this angle Tula is rolled slightly towards you, which gives you the opportunity to smile and lean forward, pushing your face completely in between the soft, cushiony expanses upon her chest which are the true reasons behind her small legend as a lancer. "So this is why, hmhmhm, you excel at the cavalry charge, Baroness. Your chest has so much momentum behind it, your lance must strike like a battering ram."

It's a moment later that you realize that you may have actually stolen that joke from Marzena. That she doesn't react is a testament to how much she's enjoying her dirty, exotic liaison with that dwarven miner - she's being quite a lot noisier and less articulate than the noblewomen in the room.

To your surprise, for the first time in a while Tula's resolve cracks and she gives a soft, throaty giggle as she feels Gregor pull her hips up and slide his cock inside her. "Gods... godsdamn it Zoe, you're always like this. No.. . unfff... no matter how I try to not encourage you, you... hannhh... just keep saying nonsense until I laugh.. mmmhhhh... in a moment of weakness and then you're so very pleased with yourself the next day..." She squeezes your hand again. In truth this isn't far off from how your relationship with her has always been, constantly testing one another and, in an unguarded moment, admitting how much you enjoyed it all.

She reaches over your hip to give your backside a spank with her rather strong hand. When you yelp in surprise, she squeezes your ass and slips her fingers up to spread your slit wider. "Come on you worthless spear carrier, I want to see this prissy, arrogant high-class whore fucked until she can't stand! I dare you to cum inside 'er!"

Before you can vocally object the man groans hungrily and jams his entire, thick pole inside you in a single thrust. He leans forward to press against your abdomen as he forces himself in you and continues a series of hard thursts, spaced out so that he can grit his teeth and will himself to hold on after each time. "Auuugh fuck mate," Duran says to Gregor next to him. "She's so tight. I can feel her squeezing the life out of me..."

Gregor bares his teeth excitedly as he moves at a much faster pace. After a few hard thrusts he about topples forward onto Tula, laying against her to feel her perfect body against his and squeezing your face between him and Tula's huge breasts so tightly that you can barely breathe. Ever the loyal vassal, Tula rolls slightly and puts her foot in his face disdainfully, forcing him back a step - but Gregor doesn't mind at all, and in fact begins licking lasciviously over Tula's foot, taking her toes into his mouth and making her giggle again.

He then pulls up Tula's thighs and squeezes them together to make the tightness around his cock even greater. Mischievously, you reach over in turn and first feel up Tula's firm backside, appreciating the springiness and feeling her squirm a little. Then you work your fingers up until you can feel the tight seam between the militia lieutenant's greatly-tensed testes and Tula's sopping slit while he saws himself up and down, hips pressed tightly against her ass. The feel and sight excites you so greatly that you lose your little contest, shaking and quivering as you let the whole inn know that you're coming with a high-pitched squeal.

Tula tries to wriggle away from the lanky man screwing her, but, having picked up a few tricks from a certain lothario of a crownlands baron who prided himself on being able to make you cum with his fingers while the two of you were still fully dressed on the ballroom floor, you manage to tease and quiver your finger against the stretched edges of her slit until she tosses her head from side to side and sings out her own pleasure. Tula is VERY loud in bed, even compared to you and Marzena. Gregor doesn't seem like he minds at all.

In fact, the degree to which he doesn't mind is a bit of a problem, and a powerful shudder runs through his back, followed by a surprised, shuddering gasp. He then lets out a pleased sigh and leans forward, still resting his hips on Tula's delightful firm ass and softly kissing her foot.

You roll over onto your side so that you can kiss and nuzzle Tula's neck, which she doesn't seem to mind either. She presses her hands against your small, delicate breasts and squeezes them, pinching your nipples between her fingertips just a bit too hard. "Nothing wrong with what you have, Zoe. They're actually quite nice. Good on you for not hiding them like that demon-baiting bitch of a henchwoman over there, celebrating the defilement of her race." she says.

Enoying what she's doing, you roll over onto your stomach so you're facing down over Tula again and let your chest rub up against hers. The feeling of her big, soft breasts squishing up against your chest is delightful. Duran, naturally, doesn't let up and takes barely a moment's pause in between pounding your cunt.

Indeed, the man behind you is tightening his grip on your ass cheeks and building up his tempo... but you can scarcely think of anything but the pleasure of it all. Duran gives a belly-deep grunt and his breathing quickens. Becoming bold, he gives your cute little ass a light swat with his hands before leaning forward so far that you can feel a bit of his gut pushing against your wide-spread asscrack. The feeling of being spread wide open as he goes balls deep, squishing the tense, hairy surface of those firm little nuggets up against your cunt lips, is blissful. The wiry hair of his privates is tickling your sensitive feminine mound, and as he slowly works himself from side to side it grinds hard against just the right spot on your clit. You let out a high pitched, girlish squeal as you cum around his thick cock. The gasp he gives in reply sounds deeply gratified, and a powerful quiver runs through his hips.

Tula murmurs and taps her hand against Gregor's hip as he rests there in a state of bliss. "Ahhh, whatever - though that does remind me... you there, lieutenant. You're making me nervous just leaning there with your low-priced family jewels pushing up against me... if you need this long of a break go ahead and pull back and let me finish you off another way. Don't you like the look of my chest?"

Gregor belatedly comes halfway back to reality and sheepishly wipes the back of his neck as he withdraws from Tula, his cock only half-hard now. "Oh... uh, sorry, Baroness. I'm already finished. I was no match for your knightly pussy."

"WHAT!?" Tula acts immediately, rolling forward and jumping to her feet. She is a particularly tall woman, taller than many men and only a few inches shorter than Gregor. Rather than an open-handed slap that many women displeased in the bedroom might deliver, she gives the ruddy-faced common soldier a hard punch in the jaw with a closed fist, sending him staggering backwards. Before he can even recover she bends over and delivers several more hard, uncompromising blows, forcing him to cringe down on the floor. "Baroness...! Please, stop!" he pleads.

Just as you are about to giggle and make fun of Tula you realize, coming down from the haze of your own orgasm, that Duran is still panting, and that his cock had been throbbing while every inch of his thick cock was buried so deep in your cunt that his balls were still pushing up against your sensitive womanly nether-lips. A cold realization tingles your spine as he finally pulls back out of you and you feel a droplet of something hot tickling the lips of your well-fucked pussy, dribbling down and making you gasp as it runs over your clit.

Your voice is a touch less confident than usual when you look back over your shoulder, worry in your eyes. "You... you didn't cum yet, did you...?"

The pudgy, conceited bastard is off in his own world as he pulls back out. "Nnnh... oh Lady... you got your pussy juice all over my berries. I'm going to need to wash that off before it gets sticky. The girls at the whorehouses always complain about it too, but like I always say to them, you just don't know how right it feels to let it out inside your nice, tight cunts."

You look back at the thoughtless pig of a man. What... what were you thinking, doing this? A no-name commoner just blew his load, saved up for gods know how long, deep inside of you... and that's without you having used the unreliable sponges or pessaries favored by the more experienced prostitutes of Undrek's brothels. Although you've been trying to put a brave face on it and joke about it with the likes of Marzena, the truth is that you're afraid of pregnancy, and looking at Duran's lumpy face wearing a dopey grin gives you a shudder-inducing vision of a miniature him in your arms crying, kicking, drooling and defecating... you feel a bit sick.

Gritting your teeth, you arch your back and thrust your backside towards him a few times. "Auuugh fuck, get it out..." you grunt to no one in particular, clenching your abdominal muscles. Your pussy and inner thighs quiver, and there's a faint but nasty bubbling sound as a bit of trapped air leads to your pussy blowing a small bubble with his slimy white cum before a large globule drips down onto the bed.