The Marchioness's hands come down to stroke Lydia's hair as the contestant seems to worship the futacock in front of her.  A light bead of slightly glowing opalescent cum begins to bead up upon the head of that fey dick, and it is only when Lydia looks up and smiles wickedly does the Marchioness realized what the human is up too.<strong> "Oh sweet hunter's moon, I thought you were scared, hesitant, like most girls who come here.  But you aren't are you?  You're trying to entice me further!  Good work Lydia," </strong>The fey creature smiles back down,<strong> "Maybe you would have a temperament better suited to the succubus, but no matter, you have already pledged your body to me.  I appreciate the guile, but now I give you this warning.  You will want to make sure my cock is well slathered, because in a few moments it will be pushing into you, and this is your opportunity to lube it up with your mouth.  Unless you'd really like your first time to hurt that is..."</strong><br/><br/>She gazed down at Lydia even as a soft whimper came from beneath the throne, a possible suggestion that the contestant beneath her knew exactly what such a deflowering could feel like.