<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/4IltC5z.jpg)</div><br/>One thing she had forgotten in her arrogance and pride at having so easily gotten Xara to beg like a common whore, the contest wasn't over until it was truly over.  By not taking measures to protect herself against a counter, much as she'd done to have turned things around as she had in the first place, Zerxel only had herself to blame when Xara, upon receiving her second orgasm that had had her trembling from head to foot and screaming her lungs out, turned the tables quite unexpectedly upon her.  It would have been one thing to have simply been forced off the necromancer, she could have easily recovered from that and been back in the fight pretty quickly, but Xara had timed her assault perfectly and, like she'd done first, blasted the rogue into the shadow beam.  What happened next left the rogue utterly confused, save for the raging need that was now burning through her entire body, drowning out anything resembling rational thought, let alone any thought of trying to escape.<br/><br/>What little remained of her rational mind let a stream of curses fly in both Drow and Common at the mess she was in as the magically created skeletal hands quickly pulled her limbs apart and held her fast to the sand.  From there, Xara, as she'd done already, took her time in drawing out the moment before all the rogue could do was beg for the very thing Xara had once already.  Talk about humiliating, to be forced to endure the same mind shattering pleasure from your opponent, in nearly the exact same manner, not that Zerxel was in a position to complain about it.  Xara had to give her credit, even as she begged and whimpered for release, Zerxel tried valiantly to resist the bony intrusion as best as her betraying body would allow, but the fight was over almost as quickly as the forced pleasure left her breathless soon afterwards.  And while the first climax gave her clarity and focus, it wasn't long before the two hole assault on her body was breaking what concentration she could muster in an attempt to try and use her magic to escape.<br/><br/>She was no mage, at least not when taken against the likes of Xara.  She'd always have the advantage in that regard, but Zerxel still had one last trick up her proverbial sleeve.  She'd thank Lady Yulia, many, many times if this worked in her favor, but first she had to endure the bony, electrically charged fingers currently sawing away at her holes.  Xara was a good actor, but rogues were naturally better at playing whatever part life required of them, so she took her 'helpless' act a step further and opened her mouth wide to receive her mistress's juices on her tongue for a moment or two before trying to lean up as far as the bone hands would allow to 'share' in the pleasure.  Of course, she planned to do more than fake obedience and an eagerness to pleasure her so called mistress, but Xara would take a step back when she felt Zerxel's tip of her tongue tease against her nether lips.  As far as distractions went, it wasn't much of one, but even as a second orgasm rocketed through her body, Zerxel was making good on her escape.<br/><br/>Burning her last vampire blood, supernatural strength flooded her body, and the bony hands were soon clinging to nothing but air as she pulled herself free before seeming to blur out of sight completely.  In reality, Zerxel had moved so fast in such a short amount of time, that she seemed to disappear.  Even the eyebots would have lost sight of her for that split second, but Xara would have only three seconds more of rational thought before an all too familiar feeling of overpowering lust would consume her mind once again.  Holding her aloft with one hand wrapped around her throat, Zerxel made it a point, while her strength lasted, to hold her in the beam despite the fact that same energy was cascading down into her as well, at a far lesser degree though, before finally dropping Xara at her feet.<strong>"Sorry, I didn't get that last bit.  All I heard was you moaning like a whore."</strong><br/><br/>Casually kneeing the necromancer in the face so that she was forced on her back, Zerxel grinned wickedly down at her proned opponent before she plopped herself down in front of the mage's spread legs, her feet trapped somewhat underneath her butt, which made getting to her juice soaked nether lips so much simpler.  Looking up towards Malefactus for a moment, Zerxel leaned in and claimed her reward for a contest about to be well won.  Victory, and Xara's pussy, never tasted so sweet as her tongue soon had the once proud necromancer screaming her name.  But more importantly, the victory was hers, and the counselor's promised aid was also hers, but the real reward was the memory of seeing Xara's pleasure wracked face before clarity returned, and with it the knowledge she had been beaten by a mere rogue.<strong>"Who's your better, bitch?"</strong>Zerxel asked, just to drive the point home before grabbing her by her chin and turning her head to look towards the Fiend.<strong>"Our time was fun, but he'll be sure to break you in ways I'm sure neither of us could begin to imagine.  Have fun, and remember this day for the rest of your new life."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lol does that answer your question?  Sheesh, that was bloody tough, but oh so satisfying.  I had to actually think about that one, well done indeed Rhev!</div></div>