<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/4IltC5z.jpg)</div><br/>The sound of the knight's screams that morphed from terror to ecstasy should have been more than enough incentive for Zerxel to run that much quicker, and under normal circumstances it would have been.  Except this was no normal situation, about as far from normal as you could get, and she wasn't entirely in her right mind at that moment either as the way she stopped to stare, to....lust after the minotaur's cum covered cock, said as much.  Once more, when Kirsta put her hand on her arm and hissed for her to get moving, the drow was quite grateful for her assistance and continued friendship as she put the damned pit behind her.  She couldn't dally there any longer, not without quite possibly throwing herself at the bull to be split open herself.  She wasn't about to do that, not while she was still able to think clearly anyway, and was more than happy to follow Kirsta off that bridge and out of the chamber as fast as they dared.  Even as they left the space though, Esther's scream followed them, and Zerxel let out a muttered whimper between clenched teeth even as she dug her nails into her hands in an effort to focus on the pain and rage over her building lust and arousal.  Only once they had stopped, a little winded and thankfully none the worse for wear, did Zerxel let out a breath of relief.<br/><br/>Once she started to look around, taking in the large room with their many doors, Zerxel let her red eyes fall on each one before settling on the Abject Lord and the Blacksmith.  The Dragon was also a choice, granted, not much of a choice, but she honestly hoped it didn't come to that as she let her gaze fall over the mass of doors before settling on Kirsta, a grateful, truly appreciative smile for all of her help as she held out her right hand to the human.<strong>"Then I'll wish you luck and that the gods go with you Kirsta.  Unfortunately our paths diverge here since I cannot approach the goodly Counselors due to the nature of my sponsorship, but even if that weren't the case, I doubt my presence would be appreciated.  I'll hope to see you deeper in the dungeon for that very reason my friend.  At any rate, take care of yourself, and thank <em>you</em>, for helping me get this far."</strong>Regardless of her answer, Zerxel would head for the Fiend, knowing full well he was likely one of the more popular ones that was often sought out, but there was a reason for that.  If not the Fiend, she'd try the Blacksmith.  She didn't have a third option immediately on her mind, but she'd cross that bridge, metaphorically speaking in this case, if she came to it.  For now though, she took a breath, hoped that her lust wouldn't get in the way, and proceed forward.