You help Tula clean up by eating her pussy for the first time, and then chide Marzena

Marzena starts giggling at the show, because of course she does, her hands still on Duran's softening cock. Gregor smiles weakly when Tula pauses in her **** and looks up at her. "Is it because I... inside you? I'm sorry, but neither you or the Countess said that I couldn't!"

"I-" Tula starts to speak, then looks over and remembers she had specifically forbidden Duran from cumming inside of her when she was fucking him. Looking down, she bows her knees apart and spreads her legs. When she spreads her cuntlips with her fingers, a big, sticky white glob falls out and lands on the wooden floor. "FUCK!" she groans with a cringe. "You damned idiot! You come in here talking at length about history and strategies and logistics but whatever dirt-farming wench you had for a mother never told you where babies come from? You think I want to carry around your bastard?"

"I didn't think... uh... I think I should go." Gregor, seeing his chance as Tula turns back to you, hops to his feet and scrambles out the door. "Damn you, Zoe!" Tula shouts, tears welling up in her eyes, her earlier moment of affection with you forgotten. You feel a bit guilty as you see a rare expression of genuine fear in her eyes. "What were you thinking, offering me to these lowly scum? The very thought of... of..." she presses a hand against her firm, athletic stomach and grimaces, clearly not liking what she sees in her minds eye.

Marzena, still holding onto the other commoner's spent cock with one hand, swishes over and whispers to Tula. "Yes, I'd already decided on it... This is your fault, Zoe, and you're going to take responsibility for cleaning me up!"

Before you can ask much, Tula jumps forward onto the bed, squeezing your chest between her thighs. As you look up, not understanding, she sharply edges forward and shoves her crotch right into your face. "Go on, you wench of a Countess! Start sucking! Suck as hard as you can and get all of your idiot lackey's cum out of me before it goes too far!"

"Mfffff!" is your only verbal response as Tula plunges her sex into your face more forcefully than any man demanding oral pleasure from you ever did. Your face is buried between her sweaty thighs, smelling of sweat, sex and cum. You reach up and grab her ass as if to pull her away from you, but the feel is so nice that it distracts you... so, you go about it and purse your lips before giving her almost-bald cunt a kiss, extending your tongue.

That goes on for quite some time... you don't have any experience with eating a woman's pussy, but even though Tula claimed it's for practical reasons you do your best to give her a hard licking. Despite her anxiety about the danger of pregnancy from a commoner, Tula is still sensitive and soon she's wettening up around your tongue. A long lick that runs over her button of a clit is the key that tears down her already-once-breached defenses, and she nearly suffocates you by clasping her thighs around your face as she belts out her second noisy, echoing orgasm of the evening. Although you'd only had a few salty dribbles hit your tongue up until then, it seems that the wetness that came along with your earnest efforts at licking your baroness out helped things along, as a big salty stream fills your opened mouth. In an odd sort of way, Tula just filled your mouth with cum, and you're so surprised by the suddenness of it that you gulp it down without thinking - immediately regretting it when the bitter flavor touches the back of your tongue.

At last she topples back off of you, panting, her huge breasts heaving. You spit on the floor and shake your hair. "Alright then. Judging by how MUCH I just had to swallow, you don't have to worry any more, Tula - I sucked all of his cum out of you. I see you're not the only one who's heard or seen brothel girls having to resort to that after things go awry with a client, hmm?" you say. Tula just stares down at you with a cool smirk.

"Ech... Well, Tula? Are you going to return the favor?" you ask.

"I should rather think not!" Tula huffs. "I've got no desire to see or smell your messy cunt up close. Besides, you're the one who suggested this. It'd serve you right if your frivolous teasing and habit of tempting fate left you with a little something to remember this smelly roadside inn by. May as well make so that both sides of the next ruler's family tree can be traced back to a roll in a wooden frame bed alongside some copper-a-dozen oaf without a surname, hmm?"

Belatedly you look back to Marzena, who is kissing Duran on the mouth before pushing him out of the room, sending him out with a spank on his backside. "And Marzena... what were you thinking? Damn it, I was counting on you to be watching out for me."

"Ah, you spoiled princess." Marzena says cheekily. "Can you imagine what it's like for us witches? I've only been in the Crooked Tower for a year now and I've had to wonder if much worse sorts than him were going to leave me pushing out their bastard in 9 months. But you know, misery loves company, Countess. You ought to come with me and at least let Olivia, Rima, Yara and the others know that you appreciate their service, even though we've kept the numbers to a reasonable five-per-night, I think they're still having a hard time of it... and do be sure that you are being kind about it!" You stand and follow after Marzena, putting on a simple nightgown rather than bothering to put your elaborate dress back on - after all, it's not like it will be any great mystery or surprise to your troops that you've just been in bed with someone.