<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/4IltC5z.jpg)</div><br/>She felt pleasantly sore and numb at the same time as she slowly came back to herself.  She didn't rightly remember what had happened at first that she had passed out, only that she felt deeply satisfied, so much so that she didn't want to get out of the simple cot's embrace even if it was a little cold and dreary in the space she found herself in.  That said, Zerxel slowly sat up and stretched, giving out a contented yawn as she felt her sore, overused but still quite sated body burn pleasantly from the movement as muscles relaxed and pulled taut from the stretch before what had occurred to get her here came back in a flash when she saw the crusted remnants of the Fiend's seed splattered against her dark skin.  "Fuck....oh wait, that's what we did."  She chuckled to herself, unable to help but smirk despite the mess they had made together.  She was far from complaining though as she gracefully swung her legs over the side and stood to her feet, her red eyes having spotted the buckets in the distance, one of which had soapy water, another clean water for a rinse.  The note fluttered to the floor when she moved, but she scanned it quickly before rolling her eyes at the Fiend's choice of wording.  She'd obey of course, having sung his praises loud enough to leave little doubt the demon was her new god, but in her heart that was far from the truth.  To keep up the facade though, she'd do her best to be on time for the duel between herself and Xara.  It was what she wanted anyway.<br/><br/>While the thought of leaving the room, covered in the Fiend's cum and her dried juices crossed her mind, Zerxel dispelled the thought nearly as quickly since Xara would likely just roll her eyes and come up with some seemingly witty remark about it.  She wouldn't give her the satisfaction as she went for the bread and water first and foremost.  She wasted no time in devouring and drinking the simple meal down before turning to the soapy water and the simple wash cloth that had been left for the task.  It didn't take her long to get cleaned up from the waist up, but as was to be expected, the mess between her thighs and her back side weren't so easily dealt with.  Still, the simple task of washing up gave her time to think and ponder what she had just went through a little bit ago.  It had been....amazing, to say the least, and while it likely would be far from the only time she'd be fucked senseless as she'd been once already by Malefactus, it did leave her wanting more, but that craving was easily pushed to the side even as she ran the cloth against her cum covered slit.  She trembled a little at the contact across her sensitive lower lips, but she didn't linger on it for more than a few seconds, the lingering soreness from the exceedingly pleasure filled abuse she had endured fading away as time progressed.  Even as she treated her rear end with the same care, her puckered, stretched asshole equally sore from the roughness it had endured, she couldn't help but grin as she threw the used wash cloth into the empty bucket before she grabbed the towel.<br/><br/>Drying off efficiently, she was glad the eyebots, having noticed their complete and utter absence, were not in the room as it gave her time to get her thoughts in order without the knowledge thousands of people were watching.  She had a few minutes yet, and while she still felt strange in some fashion, outside of her little desire to have someone stuff her again, she felt otherwise as she'd been before, just well rested and a little sore in certain spots.  The bread and water had done her good though, and while she hoped she was able to get her armor and equipment back before too long, if for no other reason than to get her blood oranges back, she felt ready as she started for the door.  It was time to get this little duel over with, and to put Xara down a few pegs.  Having her enslaved to the Fiend would be quite the reward in her mind, even if the added boon wasn't good incentive on its own.  No, Zerxel wanted that bitch mage put in her place since she was what was so wrong with most Drow.  Pushing such hostile thoughts to the side though, the Drow duelist left the chamber with two minutes to spare, her steps long and sure as she got a good look at wherever she was now.  If the throne room again, fine, but if Malefactus had chosen another space, she'd adapt as the need arose.  Either way, she was determined to put Xara down and see her chained to the Fiend's throne for the rest of her natural life.