<div class="floatleft">(http://i1326.photobucket.com/albums/u649/wigglebiscuit/Lydia/HumeFemale_zps9b0dc3da.jpg)</div>Lydia decides right then and there she doesn't like the woman. She is too condescending, too aloof, too...dispassionate. This is her virginity, godsdammit!<br/><br/>Not that there is anything she can do about it now, though she can do little to control her temper.<br/><br/>She wipes her mouth, glaring at the Marchioness. "Fine," she says. "Though you could at least try to pretend you care. I know you go through maidens like most men go through socks, but at least have the decency to lie to me."<br/><br/>"Tell me," she says as she mounts the petal throne, "are all fey this condescending, or is it just you?"<br/><br/>She takes the cock in hand and positions it over her opening. "On second thought, don't speak. If this is how it's going to be, keep the chatter to a minimum, mmky? And try not to look at me, either."<br/><br/>With that, she slips the head between her moistened lips, and gently lowers herself. "OK--<strong>ouch</strong>!--that's not bad." Her eyes go wide, her mouth opens, and she gasps. "Fuck that hurts!"<br/><br/>She gingerly settles down on the cock, accepting its girth into her. She is very, very tight, and the cock is swollen and engorged. Instead of looking at the Marchioness, Lydia directs her gaze to Lex and Dex. "Oh, there you are. If you're wondering this at home, laying a fey isn't all it's cracked up to be." She starts to rock her hips back and forth, winching as she does. "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."<br/><br/>She goes faster, rocking her hips. sliding her body along the length of the cock. "My only consolation is that after the blowjob maybe she won't last that long."