It took half a moment for him to stiffen fully between her lips and ooze more of that unwelcome precum, and another half moment for him to snatch his head. General etiquette ought to dictate that - while it was apparently, disgustingly acceptable to have a blowjob while they ate - it would be bad manners to draw undue attention to it. But even to the other lords, Stayan could be a repulsive figure. He could -afford- to be, and they wouldn't say anything, but that didn't stop each noble drawing an unwelcome face at what happened.<br/><br/>Each hand closed around Zoey's head, dissatisfied with her efforts however good they might be. He didn't seem to care that she was trying - and doing respectably well, for a rookie - in the same way he didn't care about the feelings of his co-nobles... Instead he began thrusting his hips against it. At first it was a peculiar and slightly awkward sight to see him with his hands beneath the table and his body squirming uncomfortably, coupled with the lewd wet noises. They continues to converse - mostly the elder lord and Quentin, considering Stayan's disposition and continued gasps for air - but soon this was stopped.<br/><br/>His hips worked faster. Each push sent Zoey bouncing up and more than once either Stayan's porky belly or Zoey's head would knock the table, making it shudder and one occasion even spilling a too-full goblet. At this point noone could talk; Stayan because he was lost in a world of his own, and the other two because his constant -grunts- of excitement were too vocal to speak over, even without considering the knocks of the table and the squelches from Zoey's wide open, well stuffed mouth. For her it was worse yet; a constant stream of precum, most of which spilled from her lips, coupled with the constant and heavy push of a foul prick against her throat. It made her realize that Quentin - and even his servants - had rather reasonable, respectable cocks. Maybe that was his intent; but judging by the grimace on his features it suggested he was as displeased as she. It was only his business that kept his - and Sir Mathias' - lips sealed.<br/><br/>It continued for a few thankfully short minutes, until cum was bolting from his cock and his pig face was curving up into a satisfied grin. His feeble dick fell from between her lips, shrivelling back down to size but now wet, like her chin, chest and the insides of her mouth; and not with the normal saliva.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>