The fiend was more than pleased with how this little drow slut was behaving.  Even he couldn't tell the line where her acting met her genuine love of getting drilled by his fiendish cock.  The fact was she came to him a perfect blend of circumstances for his desires.  Her carnal lusts were almost at the breaking point before she entered his chamber, her need for orgasmic release so high that almost anything would have set her off.  But then to have her virginity taken by a fiend who had lived for hundreds of mortal lifetimes, who had tempered his sexual skill in the silken honey pots of countless succubi, and who could give her the power she knew that she needed... it was too much for her.  In the demonic tongue she was experiencing the state of Kakzoakitzu, the state of perfect malleability where her pleasure and lust overwhelmed all logical and rational thought.  She hadn't even noticed when he'd summoned shadowy whisps of smoke to encircle her wrists and solidify into fel iron manacles, or again later her ankles.  All she knew was the repeated and overwhelming pleasure that rocked her body as his hard cock relentlessly slammed into her.<br/><br/>Her ultra tight virginal passage had begun to feel much more comfortable by her third orgasm, as the her cunny stretched to accomadate his girth and length.  Likewise her lustful secretions not only eased the way for his merciless hammering, but also lewdly squelched out around the junction of her dark lips and his fiendish shaft.  He moved her body to suit his desires, rolling her around like so much a rag doll.  But by the time she came for a fifth time, trembling, her juices spraying from her cunt, her mind nearly blanked because of the pleasure, the fiend finally admitted he could not hold out much longer himself.  Normally the thought of spraying his demonic seed into her slick and gripping slit, filling her womb with his fel spunk, and possibly leaving a half demon half drow legacy in her stomach would be something he would cherish.  But he knew that even in his own domain, such a thing were not possible here.  The silver stamp, backed with the powers of the god Cyril himself, would prevent such a thing.  But there was one other thing he could do to make Zerxel his, claim her in the last possible way.<br/><br/>He lifted her off his dick and dropped her to the ground.  Then dropping to his knees behind her, he grabbed her hips and lifted her up till she was kneeling, her face flat against the cool stone floor, her arm out above her head still manacled.  Then kneeling behind her, he moved his hands back to her fleshy muscular ass and pulled the cheeks apart.  There her last sacred hole, the tightest and most painful entrance.  His cock was literally dripping with her lustful secretions, and she might be thankful of such a thing, were she able to consider it.  He placed the fat head of his cock against her tight knot and gripping her hips pushed forwards.  The resistance was great, far greater than that weak maidenhead he'd shattered.  But he was relentless and she too weak to fight back.  Inch by agonizing inch he pushed into her tiny tight ass until he had all eight buried inside her guts.  His heavy hot testicles lay against her dripping gash, and then he began pumping.  Each thrust causing her to jump forwards, but unable to, so captured in his grip she was.  Each thrust causing his heavy nutsack to slap against her pussy, slamming against her swollen clit.  Each thrust a measure of pleasure and pain.  Each thrust forcing her closer and closer to a ridiculously powerful final orgasm.  When that sixth orgasm did rock her body, brought about by a mixture of pleasure and pain, he could resist no longer.  The way her already tight ring tightened down on his cock was too much to bear.  He roared and released, firing hot demonic jizz deep into her bowels.<br/><br/>That was the final straw for Zerxel, that demonic heat deep inside her coupled with the shameful anal orgasm.  Her world faded to black and she knew nothing more.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When she came too, the overwhelming lust had faded, she felt back in control of her mental facilities.  The first thing she noticed was that she was completely nude, save the magical rings which pierced her nipples.  The next thing she noticed was the sore ache she felt in her body, especially her pussy and ass, it wasn't anything she couldn't handle, but it was an uncomfortable and yet at the same time very satisfying ache.  She sat up and looked around the room, taking stock of where she was.  She was sitting in a small room, no more than seven feet on a side.  There was a small simple cot, upon which she had been lying when she woke up.  A trio of buckets in one corner, one filled with soapy water, one with clean, and one empty.  As well as a simple linen towel and wash cloth.  There was also a small table with a note and simple meal of bread and water upon the top.  The note simply read<em>"prepare yourself for the duel, you have fifteen minutes."</em>Based on the way the bodily fluids had dried on her skin and begun to flake, she'd been unconscious for at least a few hours, and knew that there was likely a good chance she'd been kept unconscious until that exact moment.  Something else tickled her mind, it was hard to figure out what it was exactly.  Part of it was the way her body felt, slightly different now, and somehow slightly desiring more of what she'd experienced with the fiend.  But no, that wasn't it.  It was the eyebots.  She looked around and saw none.  For the first time since entering the dungeon she saw none of the flying golems that were recording her every move.  No doubt that would change soon, but at the moment, she had her first real taste of privacy in over... how long had it been since she'd entered?  She wasn't even sure.  But she was sure that she should get moving to prepare in these fifteen minutes.  Of course, entering the arena covered in the dried cum of the fiend might actually be a tactical psychological advantage over her opponent.... though... maybe not.