<div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lady Lulia Vasily</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/lUpda7F.jpg)</div></div></div><br/>The judge of Cyril moved in from the edge of the curtain as the globe of darkness descended, keeping both contestant and sponsor within view of his or her hooded form.  But otherwise made no movements, it was not the role of the judge to interfere, but observe and stop any actions which might harm a contestant.  Lady Vasily's emerald green eyes sparkled, reflecting the light of the faerie fire as they sprung into life on Zerxel's body.  She watched with rapt attention, her pale skin gleaming in the dim light and reflected colors of the drow magic.  Her delicate hands caressing her own body as she watched the dark skinned elf reveal more and more of her lithe body, never lingering but always moving.  A stop to caress her nipple, or pinch the other, to cup her breast, or stop to press against her mound through fine silk.  The vampire woman's nose twitched, it's strong hunter's instinct immediately sensing the smell of the drow's arousal, and her eyes seemed to almost flare with passion.  For this was a different type of hunt in a way, and her prey was surrendering herself to her desires.<br/><strong><br/>"It pleased me greatly," </strong>Lady Vasily said with a smooth grin that seemed subdued, belying the rabid beast beating in her chest and loins,<strong>"And I accept your offering."</strong><br/><br/>With that the vampiress moved swiftly, far more swiftly than a normal human woman would, and was standing before Zerxel.  Her hardened nipples poked through the sheer silk of her dress plainly visible despite the barely there lace, rosey pink, hard and engorged, across lucious mounds of pale pink tit flesh.  She pressed her body into Zerxel and enveloped her in silk sleeve covered arms, one hand going down to cup dark flesh buttocks, the other going upwards to wrap into snow white hair.  Then she turned, pulling Zerxel along with her and pressing the drow back, and down till Zerxel was sitting against the cool leather of the bench.<br/><br/>Lady Vasily kept descending though, her mouth moving lightly, whisper thin kisses and tiny nibbling bites along Zerxel's flesh as she moved her mouth down the drow's body.  Stopping only for a moment to tease one black nipple before continuing down.  She knelt on the soft rug between dark skinned thighs and kissed Zerxel's soft, wet nether lips.  Her tongue extended, licking lightly at first, wetly, sliding up and down the moist slit, seperating the folds and tasting the juices within.  But then her mouth closed over Zerxel's mons, and her tongue danced circles around her clit, teasing and pressing in alternating patterns of frustration and delight.  Finally the vampire could take no more, and allowing her tongue to lick upwards along that moist passage one last time, she bit down.  Her fangs sinking into the puffy mound of flesh of Zerxel's mons even as her tongue completed it's licking trek up her slit, and found the drow's button again.  Then the red head suckled, drawing forth both Zerxel's life essence blood as well as drawing her clit into her cool mouth.  She suckled gently, but firmly.<br/><br/>There was a brief moment of pain when the fangs pierced her flesh, but it was only a moment, only a flash, and what followed was indescribably intimate and pleasurable.  Waves of pleasure flowed through Zerxel's body with each drawing suck that the woman took came with heady waves of pleasure.  Zerxel felt light headed and yet extremly aroused as her clit sent conflicting waves of intense arousal, she wanted to sleep and fuck at the same time.  Then, having lost track of any sense of time, the Lady Vasily raised her head, and wreathed in a crown of crimson locks, licked her lips, catching any last bit of crimson that might linger there.  Then lowered again and licked across the two wounds on the drow's mons, and planted a kiss on it, leaving no mark, no scar, no sign of the wound at all.  Yet leaving Zerxel feeling light headed, almost drunk, and still yet incredibly aroused.  But the Lady sat back on her heels and purred,<strong>"and now it is your turn to taste me my delicious drow pet."</strong><br/><br/>She sat back on the soft carpet and reached down, pulling her silken gown upwards, further and further, until it rode bunched around the tops of her thighs.  Not quite exposing her sex, but just enough for the drow's excellent night vision to see into the shadows of the dress and see the vampire's smooth slit, puffy and moist with arousal.  She crooked one finger as she leaned back on the carpet, directing Zerxel to come forth and service her.