<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/ljYAgW2.jpg)</div><br/>The little mini orgasm that she received from Xara lapping up the remnants of Malefactus's seed from her fucked silly slit was only shadowed by the fact that it was the necromancer forced to do the 'cleaning'.  Having drawn out as much time with the downtrodden drow as she could, Zerxel let a sigh escape her when the Judge appeared, silently beckoning the Fiend and his new slave out of the room.  Still, she sat up on the couch and nodded respectfully to her counselor, not about to push her luck with the gift of his Imp and her ability to control the entity now that she had it under her power, such as it was.  She was no mage, but she had felt it'd be the more useful over the ability to jump between shadows, since shadows might not always be present where she was going.  Whatever the case, she watched as both he and Xara soon disappeared into a shadowy door, only to smile darkly at Xara when she turned her hate filled glare at her before they left the room completely.  Zerxel sighed in no small amount of contentment and sexual satisfaction, having never been so pleasured save by Lady Lulia perhaps, which reminded her.  Once she was situated in front of the Aethertube and had 'tuned' into Lulia's channel, Zerxel crossed her right leg over her left knee and was soon rewarded with the powerful vampire's presence once more.  She did indeed look just as she remembered her, and it warmed the rogue's heart quite a bit to hear her thoughts regarding her fight with Xara.<strong>"I wouldn't have made it to where I am if not for your aid, Lady Lulia, so for that I will always be grateful.  And the feeling's mutual, since I seem to recall having quite a bit of fun when we met what feels like a month ago now."</strong>She mused, but didn't waste time in bantering words, instead choosing to listen to her patron as she offered her assistance, as well some bits of wisdom.<br/><br/>Lady Lulia did raise a good point, and while she knew about the gold key and the treasure room it would unlock, the fact she had kind of rushed through the first level wasn't lost on the drow rogue.  Still, Zerxel smiled gratefully for Lulia's advice, and was about to reply, when the connection went blank.  She sighed and stood from her chair, seeing little point in fighting with the device further.  Besides, she had other things to worry about anyway, such as getting something to eat, a soak in the tub, and her equipment at least cleaned up and her blades sharpened.  Having taken care of her more basic needs in short order, although the hot water had tempted her to stay a bit longer in its warm embrace, Zerxel stepped out, feeling far more relaxed and contented in another way entirely, she wasted little time in getting something to eat before doing some basic stretching.  Once that was done and she was dressed, she stopped when she realized that her armor had....changed in some fundamental way.  Raising an eyebrow, the rogue futily adjusted the g-string a few times, before smiling and shaking her head before giving it up for a lost cause.  It wasn't a bad change in her opinion as the string nestled snugly against her nether lips, it was just...unexpected.  It felt good though, in its small way, to have the string nestled more firmly between her 'lips', as well as against her clit, so there was little point in messing about with it more before she went to the bed to get a couple hours of sleep at the very least.  Or at least the elven equivalent thereof anyway, which was indeed somewhat different from what most of the other races did.<br/><br/>Either way, the elven trance like sleep gave Zerxel time to process the last day's events, and to get some much needed sleep at the same time.  A lot had happened, to say the least, and while yes, she had some minor regrets about having not spent more time in exploring the first level in gathering more equipment and magical items, or in failing to save Esther from the minotaur, there had been some significant wins in her favor at the end of it all.  Xara's public, utter defeat and subsequent humiliation at her hands was the most present, and most pleasant, to say the least, but having befriended Kirsta and helped her reach her destination had certainly been a highlight worth remembering.  Even if they didn't see each other again before the end, or they were forced to fight each other for one reason or the other, Zerxel had felt quite good in having helped the human woman although she had also helped her at the same time.  That had been the greater victory for the drow who had hoped to foster better relations between her kind and those on the surface, although from a personal standpoint, Zerxel had simply enjoyed the human's company.  The Dungeon got lonely afterall, so having even one friend to call upon was better than none at all.  Speaking of though, Zerxel couldn't help but let a little moan escape her as she turned in the comfortable bed, remembering her time with Malefactus, as well as Xara shortly afterwards.  Which unsurprisingly led her to visualize the monsters and creatures she'd likely run into along the way, and the many possibilities for naughty fun if she were lucky enough to find more....cooperative Dungeon dwellers in the future.<br/><br/>For some reason, although she had no experience with them, Zerxel couldn't help but think about futas.  She knew what they were, but she had not met one herself thus far, and changing her own body with magic was out of the question given her lackluster skill in the arcane.  Still, the idea of having been able to fuck Xara with a cock forged of magic had her positively drooling in her sleep.  It had been enjoyable enough to have done what she did to the necromancer true, but something about splitting the haughty bitch's ass open with a cock, as the Fiend had done to her, had Zerxel groaning softly in her sleep.  It didn't arouse her more than what she was, mainly because the alarm for her to wake up stopped her dreams from becoming more erotic than they had, but she woke up with a lingering desire to find herself a sexy futanari to have a bit of fun with.  Shaking off the image was easy though, and Zerxel was able to gather the last of her equipment without any further distractions to slow her down.  Taking about several minutes to run a whetstone across her blades' already sharp edge, she passed the time allowed her to scrape away the rough edges on the scimitars' steel, smoothing out the few nicks they had collected from the fighting she had done thus far.  When it was time to go, she was ready as the door opened and she was allowed to leave, to traverse the deeper levels of the Dungeon at last.  Now, to see where her path went from here.