<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/A62tcJR.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/IQpMV1i.jpg)</div><br/>The doorway that was marked with a sign for the Fiend opened easily and silently, a dark room lay beyond.  Somehow it seemed strange.  After the challenges and trials Zerxel had faced up to this point, she hadn't expected the entry to her chosen counselor to be so... uneventful.  She stepped into the dark room beyond, her eyes adjusting quickly to the dim light as the door swung shut behind her.  She turned to see the door close, and then vanish leaving only a stone wall where it had been.  She looked around the dark room, unsure of what to expect.  The room itself was cool, a sudden reminder of how comfortable the temperature in the dungeon had been previously.  But here was a sense of cool air, not terribly uncomfortable, but enough to raise goose flesh on the flesh of Zerxel's body that was exposed.  The cool air also made her realize how sodden her silk thong was, damp with her own magically enhanced lusts, she had soaked through the magical silken panties with her lewd arousal.  Even in that moment she could feel the silky material clinging to her swollen and aroused labia, sliding up into that cleft, rubbing against the swollen bean of her clit.<br/><br/>A soft whir zipped by Zerxel's left ear as an eyebot floated almost invisibly around her body, taking in the panoramic view of her dark flesh, no doubt catching the raised nubs of her now pierced nipples beneath the silk corset.  Then traveling lower to catch the shiny flesh between her thighs, the dampness caused by her own lusts.  Zerxel stepped forwards into the empty chamber, which resembled a stone throne room, somewhat damaged for an unknown reason, and lit only by the moonlight filtering in through windows and holes in the roof.  She knew there was no escape from those windows however or roof.  As she approached the throne, she heard a voice, soft and smooth, like oil floating through her ears.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah Zerxel, the first of the drow in this year's competition.  I am glad you were able to find your way to my chambers."</strong>She whirled to face the voice but found only dark emptiness,<strong> "I was afraid when you passed up the shortcut I left for you that you'd decided to choose another counselor."</strong>The voice was again behind her and she turned again to see a man sitting on the stone throne which had been empty only a heartbeat ago.  There was no doubt that this was the Fiend, Malefactus.  His face noble and handsome, yet with an undeniable hint of evil to it that would be hard to describe but instantly recognizable.  Perhaps it was his eyes, or the set of his mouth or brow, for there was nothing overtly demonic about him, yet it was unmistakable.<strong> "You'll forgive me the enjoyment I will feel if your kin, Xara, also accepts my invitation.  For to see two beautiful drow fighting for my attention, well, that would be quite spectacular."</strong>He turned his head and spoke to the air for a moment, and Zerxel's eyes, now adjusting to the dim light barely was able to catch a small eyebot floating in the direction he looked as he addressed those viewing at home,<strong> "I think you all would agree.  To see two of these dark elves battle one another would be quite..."</strong>he turned back to Zerxel and fixed her with a penetrating gaze,<strong>"pleasurable."</strong><br/><br/>He smiled and gestured to the ground in front of his partially broken throne before intoning in a somewhat bored voice,<strong>"Contestant, you come seeking my favor.  Are you willing to do what is needed to secure it?  Will you accept my guidance if you are selected?  For the greater good of the mortal realms, the fiendish realms, as well as my desires?"</strong>There was a certain bored formality to the way he spoke those words, and Zerxel's calculating mind told her that her response could do much to sway his opinion for or against her.