The Marchioness was a title, and each year among the fey, there was actually competition to represent their realm in the dungeon.  It was considered a bit of an honor to be considered the marchioness for each dungeon.  So when Princess Antinia Telilitia Morningdew Serestillia Blossomglow, the fourth daughter of King Hemtemier the Morning Lord, Heir to the crystal throne of the frost people was spoken to in such a manner, it offended her.  So offended was she by the command not to speak, that she was quite literally stunned.  Her entire body tensed up and her eyes went wide.<br/><br/>Condescending?  She thought as this haughty mortal creature lowered herself down onto her glorious and royal futacock.  Of course she was condescending!  These mortals came here to seek the aid of counselors.  They were not partners, they were not lovers, they were simply amusement!  Were they not?<br/><br/><em> "I was expecting some wine and music, maybe a little--ouch! dammit!--bit of Pan playing on the pipe, faires and pixiedust and all that. Instead I get this."</em>the mortal said as she began to fuck herself on the Marchioness's cock, bringing Princess Antinia back to where she was, snapping her out of her stunned haze.<em>"My only consolation is that after the blowjob maybe she won't last that long."</em><br/><br/>The nerve!  How dare this mortal!?  This was not a wise woman, not one using cunning and strategy.  Why did she enter the chambers of the fey, she seemed more in line with the Abject Lord, so intent was she on alienating her as an ally.  Or the Dragon, brutal and lacking guile.  Well, the Marchioness would not stand for this, not in her own chambers.  In an instant, she dismissed the enchantment that had caused her flesh to swell into a futa cock, just as the crass mortal slid up the length.  The pole of turgid flesh vanished in an eyeblink and at that same moment the Marchioness gave the foul little mortal a vicious shove, causing her to overbalance and tumble to the ground below her throne.  She stood up with figurative thunderheads rumbling about her head as she weaved magic from the fey realms about her.<strong> "You DARE?"</strong>She screamed in the voice that only a privliaged princess might be able to muster.<strong>"You DARE to insult me in my own chambers?  Think me a common whore that you may simply use for your own gain?  You came to me little human, seeking my power, my aid, my advice, and you deign to speak and act so?  Well, your end comes early then, enjoy oblivion!"</strong><br/><br/>She reached one arm back even as Lydia struggled to turn over on the ground, and in her arm a long and warped branch of ash wood appeared in her hand, one with a very pointed tip.  The long spear of ash wood began a swinging arc, descending towards Lydia's belly between the garments of her chain bikini armor.  But it stopped half way, smashing against open air and splintering against nothingness.  Lydia crabbed back another few steps, bumping into something, and looking up over her shoulder to see the purple garments of a judge, a priest of Cyril.  It was obvious who had saved her, who had stopped the blow from the wooden spear.  The Marchioness looked furious and demanded,<strong>"She has given herself to me, she is mine to do with, you have no right to stop..."</strong><br/><br/>But the judge waved his hand and silenced the fey creature and spoke in a neutral voice, one that gave no indication of it's gender beneath the hooded cloak,<strong> "You are wrong Marchioness.  You are bound by the rules the same as she.  You may grant your favor or not to this contestant, but her life is not yours to take.  Release her into the next level if you do not wish to test her for your favor."</strong><br/><br/>The Marchioness seemed like her head was about to explode, and she fumed for a moment before a sly look came across her face.<strong> "But the method of my testing is my own, is it not?"</strong>The judge simply nodded once,<strong> "and if she perishes in a fair test of my devising, then that would be allowed?"  </strong><br/><br/>The judge paused for a moment and then spoke,<strong> "Name your contest, if Lydia chooses to accept your challenge, she chooses to accept the consequences, no matter what they might be."</strong><br/><br/>The Marchioness nodded and stood up straight.  With one hand she gestured to a nearby tree.  A glowing portal opened in the bark of the tree and she spoke down to Lydia,<strong>"Little human, you've already proved to me that you do not deserve my aid, but as per the rules I shall give you a choice.  You may exit now, leave my chambers and continue to the second level.  Or if you still wish to curry my favor despite your insults to me, I will give you that option.  My normal test of wit and cunning that I had planned for you and the other contestant will be shelved this year.  Since she has pleased me greatly and shown the proper favor, and you have insulted me so, I will make the test one of stamina as well as wit.  I shall bind you to my throne with roots and vines and grant your opponent a magical strap on cock.  She will sodomize and fuck you for as long as I deem necessary while I ask the two of you questions to test your wit.  For each question she gets right, I will give her a sip of moonglow nectar, which will give her energy and soothe aching muscles, allowing her to continue longer.  For ever question you answer wrong, you receive one lash from my whip of rose vines.  If you survive long enough to please me, and if she fails to prove her wit, I will forgive your slight and grant you my blessing.  So make your choice, exit my chambers immediately through yon portal, or kneel in front of me and we shall begin."</strong><br/><br/>The fey creature smiled wickedly however and Lydia knew for a fact that such a contest would be very.... very one sided.  One sided and potentially lethal for her, she doubted the judges would intervene again.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">hope that seems like a good 'out' that keeps in character with the fey I wrote and also gives Lydia a way out of the situation.</div></div>