<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/4IltC5z.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">It's cool, and while I DID mention it briefly, I guess I didn't think about it being more...pronounced if you will.  I'll be sure to try and work that into my next post though.  Thanks for the fun times thus far though Rhev.  ;D</div></div><br/>The moment Malefactus deactivated the eyebots buzzing about, Zerxel felt the bottom drop out from her stomach since the few times such a thing happened in the past, more times than not, the contestants had done something to piss off their chosen Counselors.  She relaxed a little though, save to rub her thighs together as her heated, aroused, flushed body reminded her that she hadn't gotten relief in some time.  Still, she relaxed a little when the Fiend made his assurances that he had no intention of harming her.  It helped, and it set her at ease enough, and oddly enough because of her monetary terror, allowed her a measure of clarity, that she was able to listen to the Counselor's rather relaxed demands in exchange for his favor.  Acting the part of loyal follower?  She could do that, easily in fact, and while it might have rankled her pride somewhat to fake allegiance to a demon of any sort, he was at least not demanding her actual loyalty and obedience as Pandora might have done, or any number of less....open minded Counselors or demons in general.  He simply wanted a good show, that was all, and as for the challenge itself, it was reasonable in its own right, although fighting naked without her swords would be difficult, but not impossible.  Xara would also be limited without her staff, even if she had more magic than she did at her disposal, so that at least would even the odds to an extent.  She did however chuckle wryly at the last of Malefactus's commentary since her lust wasn't entirely faked as she ran a hand through her silver locks in mild exasperation at herself.<strong>"The last won't be too difficult given what I had to endure to get here.  I can do raw lust or terror for you easily enough, although the former won't be entirely faked for that same reason, but I'm sure you won't have a problem with that."</strong>She chuckled again before nodding in agreement.<strong>"As for your terms my lord, they're acceptable and more than agreeable to me.  My sponsorship demanded I seek out the Fiendish realms anyway first and foremost, and since I prefer to have a companion at my side when possible, the Abject Lord was out of the question.  I probably wouldn't have sought him out anyway just on principle, so if all you want is a good show of allegiance, to remind my people of who they used to worship and give deference to in the old days, then that's what you'll receive from me for as long as I'm able to fight on."</strong><br/><br/>She grunted and grimaced as she felt her nipples harden further and the moisture at the meeting of her thighs continued to slowly dribble down her legs.  The image of seeing Xara bound to the Fiend's dark throne was quite an enticing one, but it wasn't helping her current predicament.<strong>"I rem-remeber our arrangement before during our first meeting.  The terms of the challenge are also more than acceptable, even if the odds might be slightly more in Xara's favor."</strong>She shrugged though before hesitantly approaching the throne and the Counselor sitting on it before reaching out with her right hand.  Sealing the deal with a simple handshake might seem a bit mundane, but it was one of the oldest forms of consent she knew, and one of the more binding among those that understood such things as this.  Once the deal had been made, she'd back away from the throne and drop to her knees, her teeth gritted and her face darker as she let her 'arousal', again not entirely faked in her case, 'overtake' her while her right hand cupped a breast in an effort to find some relief.  Letting out a strained, slightly terrified moan as she averted her gaze from Malefactus, Zerxel panted as she pinched her pierced nipple between her thumb and forefinger, quivering as pleasure and feigned terror raced through her body.<strong>"I beg for-forgiveness for up-upsetting you my lord.  I ugh...meant no offense."</strong>She 'begged', while internally she was grinning slightly, hoping the audience back home were buying her act if nothing else as she slowly, dared to look up into Malefactus's face.<strong>"D-do with me as you wish."</strong>The less than subtle way she 'nervously' licked her lips suggested she had a few ideas, and wasn't at all picky as to how Malefactus used her.