<div class="floatleft">(http://i1326.photobucket.com/albums/u649/wigglebiscuit/Lydia/HumeFemale_zps9b0dc3da.jpg)</div>With her mouth, Lydia continues to delicately lap the folds of Lady Verde's sex. Her hands, however, work the buttons and ties of her dress. She groans when she feels Lady Verde's fingers twine her hair, and she feels the gathering tension in her loins.<br/><br/>It is pleasant work, and Lydia can't help but fantasize about how nice it would have been to find herself in the employ of such a handsome couple, servicing them both, as the need and desire might be. It is a fair better lot than spending ten hours a day on her feet as a bar wench--or having her soul devoured by the Void.<br/><br/>The Lady's first orgasm is several long minutes in building. Lydia doesn't rush her, despite the time, but when the Lady finally starts to buck and press her face into her sex, Lydia responds by vigorously sucking and lick the Lady's swollen clit--and she is rewarded with a smeared face. Again, there are far worse things. The woman is clean and pleasant tasting, and smells wonderfully, even here, with her face between her legs.<br/><br/>The Lady's second orgasm follows quickly on the first, and is much more powerful. Lydia grins despite herself as the Lady is forced to leave off the ministrations of her husband as the orgasm takes her, leaving her quivering and gasping and entirely helpless.<br/><br/>She is working on the third climax when the husband stiffens and leans forward. Lydia has pulled her dress down low on her waist, so that her shoulders, chest and stomach are exposed for the couple to behold. As Lady Verde pulls away to attend to her husband, Lydia presses her breasts together in an offer of presentation, but, going a step further, she cocks her chin and opens her mouth, giving the Lady and her Husband a different possibility, if they so desire.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=79611)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body"><em>Lydia of Faullen's Creek</em><br/>Lydia is tall for a woman, blessed (or cursed, depending on the viewpoint), with an hour-glass shape and a mane of red hair. Her lips are full, the color of ripe strawberries. Her eyes are pale and focused. Her face is youthful and beguiling--she is not as innocent as she appears to be.<br/><br/>Lydia is athletic and light on her feet, and favors martial combat over erotic encounters. She hopes to defeat the dungeon with a combination of skill, stealth and diplomacy. In her opinion, one Contestant could never defeat the dungeon, but a coalition of them could, and that is her goal.<br/><br/>Unlike many Contestants, Lydia knew from an early age that she would enter the Dungeon. She never doubted it, even though in her country Contestants were chosen by lottery. She started training well before puberty, and watched as many feeds of the Dungeon as she could--not to be titillated, but to learn. <br/><br/>Now that it is her turn, she cannot wait to begin.<br/><br/><em>Cliches</em>:<br/>Martial (4); Sexual (3); Dungeoneering (2); Charisma (1)<br/>Willpower (4); Purity (3)</div></div>