<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Marchioness's new form</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ignore the horns in the image<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/NDXm00i.jpg)</div></div></div>The barely audible hum of an eyebot zips past Lydia's ear as her lip touch the fey queen's foot.  It feels hot beneath her lips, far warmer than she'd expect a fey creature to be, far warmer than a human's skin.  The Marchioness sighs loudly, though it is unclear if the soft slurping on her nether regions or the kiss on her foot that brought about the exhultation.  What is clear is the way the Marchioness's dress falls apart, made entirely of petals of flowers, it simply loses it's cling to her body, revealing the deep purple skin of the fey creature, exposing her body in all of it's glory.<br/><br/><strong>"Your pledge is accepted contestant, first I shall take your virginity, then you and the other will compete to see who is most deserving of my gifts."</strong><br/><br/>She slides down in her throne slightly, changing the angle of her 'seat' on the other contestant's face.  Yet from the sounds beneath the fey creature's rump, the other contestant does not stop licking, simply having changed her target from the Marchioness's moist slit to the tighter hole between her cheeks.  As Lydia kneels before the Marchioness's throne, she is face to face with the saliva slicked and aroused slit of the fey creature, but before she has a chance to react to the heady scent of the fey's natural honey, the Marchioness trails a finger down to her mons.  With one delicate finger she traces a pattern along her puffy mound, glowing blue fairy light following in the wake of her finger as she chants quietly in a language that seems to slide through Lydia's mind.<br/><br/>Then she brings a hand down to her swollen button of a clit, and it too begins to glow in blue fairy light.  Then amazingly, before Lydia's eyes it swells, growing rapidly, the size of her pinky, then thumb, then larger, swelling both wider and longer, stretching and growing as blue veins of magical light etch along it's side, throbbing with arcane power.  Two heavy looking testicles, in a smooth sack, bulge from the top of her labia, until she gasps with pleasure, her dark purple nipples hard and swollen showing her ultimate arousal. Lydia can't help but gasp as she looks at the Marchioness now, a true futa, with a glowing purple blue cock, heavy nut sack, an aroused slit that drips her juices down onto the woman's face below who is even more eagerly tongueing the fey's asshole.<br/><br/>The Marchioness smiles and says,<strong>"Show me your instinct with a cock, if you please me, I shall take your virginity easily before the contest.  Fail and I shall be more inclined to she who has been pleasuring me quite well until your arrival."</strong>Somehow Lydia knew this was a special case, this was a moment that could make or break her career in the dungeon.  Pleasing the Marchioness would help her in the contest to see who she granted favor too.  While she had little experiencing sucking cock, she knew that if she really focused, pulled up all her depraved thoughts, and gave it her all, she might gain a slight advantage... maybe.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">You have to make a "sexual" roll in your next post as you describe how you pleasure the Marchioness.  However, this is a magical room, if Lydia channels all of her sexual experience, all of her depravity, you may roll one extra die and add it to the roll  (so roll 4d6 not 3d6).  However there may be a small cost to fully committing to such wanton thoughts, only you can decide if Lydia thinks it is worth it.  It might be safer to play it safe and try to stay cool and practical, though her performance will suffer.</div></div><br/>