<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">As long as virginity=hymen, there shouldn't be a problem. A finger would be tight, but it would fit. I used tampons before I lost my virginity, and, ah, explored myself. You know.</div></div><br/>Though satiated herself, Lydia isn't quite satisfied at the end of the two hours. After spending that time between the sylph's legs, she is thoroughly hydrated by the constant flow of fluid from between the fey's legs. It is sweet and wholesome, like the spring the sylph guards, and it gives Lydia a devilishly practical idea.<br/><br/>She straddles the sylph, facing the slyph's feet. She reaches for her water canteen and uncorks it with her teeth, then she gets to work, fingering the sylph with one hand and with the other massaging her swollen blue clit to yet another orgasm.<br/><br/>Though she's tired, she doesn't relent. She keeps working both the sylph's clit and her g-spot, teasing her, denying her release until the poor creature is quivering beneath her. Then she brings her release as quickly and as forcefully as she can. Lydia smiles fiendishly as sweet, pure fluid gushes out of the sylph to the staccato beat of her heart. Lydia captures it in her canteen and stoppers it with the cork. Giving her clit a final, lingering kiss, Lydia climbs off of her.<br/><br/>"Hope you don't mind," she says with a grin as she dresses. "But I wanted something to remember you by on my travels."<br/><br/>She reaches down and kisses the naked creature passionately, with one hand lingering on her breast. "I hope to see you again, dear sylph, you have been too kind. I cannot stay, as I'm sure you know. I must press forward. Were it up to me, I would linger here, but I cannot."<br/><br/>Lydia isn't much for good-byes. She dresses quickly, thankful that her clothing and boots are dry, and departs, giving the sylph a final wink and nod as she does.