<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;">Xara</div>(http://i.imgur.com/l7R8A3h.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">the fiend, nsfw</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/yZrOcA2.jpg)</div></div></div><br/>Xara stared back at Zerxel for just a moment, and in that moment the rogue again saw a flash of defiance in the necromancer's eyes, a glint of the woman that she had defeated.  But then it was gone, again replaced by a slightly glassy eyed look as she nodded and whispered,<strong>"Of course mistress."</strong>Was Xara's will strong enough that it had the ability to try to resist the Fiend's conditioning to her new life as a slave?  Or was that a part of his slavery, to allow her to retain just enough of her former self to make the slavery sting, or to keep her from being a completely mindless servant?  Likely Zerxel would never know, for she had avoided exactly that fate.  Also because at that moment Xara's head dipped, catching Zerxel's neck with a soft brush of moist lips.<br/><br/>Xara pressed her silk covered body against Zerxel's nude form as her lips landed a second, third, fourth, fifth, a dozen light kisses along Zerxel's neck, working from one side to the other and back, moving slowly lower.  Lower to the collar bone, again with light kisses against dry flesh, a dozen more light, quick, kisses.  But so many that the time stretched out and it was easily a minute or more before Xara's lips found that first bead of crimson wine on Zerxel's flesh.  Her tongue slid out to delicately lap at the single droplet before her lips finished that spot with another light kiss.  Then she was moving on, her hands on the couch under Zerxel to keep just enough of her light body from Zerxel, but not so much that the rogue couldn't feel the warm skin of her opponent through the silken garment she wore.  Over and over Xara repeated the pattern, moving slowly, methoidally, sensually across Zerxel's body, moving lower and lower at all times, replacing wine with the warm saliva from her lips and tongue, leaving dark drow flesh shiny in it's wake.<br/><br/>The fiend had been watching and growing more and more eager as he watched, and finally could take no more.  When Xara reached Zerxel's breasts, he stood and muttered in demonic, his clothing vanishing into smoke and shadow and allowing his erect cock to spring free.  His body was hairless and lean, though muscular, the way a runner or a swimmer might be.  He projected a strong masculine presence, though not one of overt dominating strength, but more of restrained finesse, of potential power.  He walked towards the two drow, his cock bouncing and visibly throbbing with lust.  At the same moment that Xara's mouth took the first of Zerxel's nipples in, he stopped in front of and just to the side of the two drow.  Xara's teeth lightly bit down on the nipple ring and tugged gently on it even as her lips sealed around the black nipple and suckled sweetly, causing roaring waves of pleasure to flood through Zerxel.  He stepped one foot closer, his cock now bouncing only a few inches from Zerxel's face he admitted,<strong>"I changed my mind, I've decided I will taste your flesh again.  Or maybe I should say I'll have you taste mine."</strong><br/><br/>There was no command given, but the implication was there.  After all Zerxel was his for this hour, and she was bound by honor, tradition, and the magic of the dungeon itself to serve her counselor for an hour each resting level.  By choice or by compulsion, it was up to her, but her lips opened and her head moved forwards to take the swollen head of his cock in between her lips.  In that moment Xara switched breasts and repeated the kissing, sucking, tug on her nipple and the ring there.  Again Zerxel felt an almost overwhelming wave of pleasure, and moaned around the fiend's cock in her mouth.  The next dozen minutes were a slow blissful frenzy of oral pleasure as Xara worked her way with licking kisses lower and lower on Zerxel's body, just as the fiend's cock worked it's way deeper and deeper into her throat.  He knew exactly when to withdraw and when to thrust, and she found no problem breathing around the thick, veiny, wide cock that literally stretched her throat.<br/><br/>When Xara had made her way down to Zerxel's pubic mound, she readjusted her position, sliding her shoulders under Zerxel's knees so that she could kneel with unimpeded access to her new mistresses sex.  Her oral attention on Zerxel's slippery cunny was superb, and the rumors that Xara had practiced with other female contestants during training was quickly proven truthful.  But Xara continued her task, moving down lower, spreading Zerxel's legs and burying her tongue in Zerxel's tight ass.  Xara's nose slid into Zerxel's slit even as she pushed her tongue in past the tight ring of the rogue's asshole, eagerly licking and tongue fucking the drow's tight backside.  Incase that wasn't enough, Malefactus reached down and caressed Zerxel's clit, even as her throat was full of his pumping cock, her slit with Xara's nose, and her ass with her prodding tongue.  it was more than she could resist and she came, explosively, all over Xara's face.<br/><br/>The fiend withdrew from her mouth and waited for Zerxel to finish her orgasm before pushing Xara away.  Then commanding the slave,<strong>"Sit to the side and watch, watch closely as your master fucks she who defeated you.  Watch Zerxel get the reward you failed to earn slave."</strong><br/><br/>"Of course master," Xara in a wine stained silken garment said, moving to the side and kneeling now, passively watching.  Malefactus took his place between Zerxel's legs.  He picked up her ankles and slid her knees so they were over his elbows, his throbbing cock sliding up and down her slick slit, bumping her quivering clit with each pass.  Then he adjusted and bucked, shoving his cock into her.  The way his thickness spread open her honeyed passage was intense, so thick was he.  She was still unused to having her cunt stretched wide like this, having only been a virgin but a short while ago.  Still the sensation of his hot hardness spearing her open, stretching her wide, was too much and she came again in less than a minute.  He waited, her quivering cunny spasming around the first few inches of his cock.  Then he began in earnest, driving himself deeper and deeper with long pounding thrusts that splattered her juices against his balls.  He seemed to big to fully take, and she could feel his cock battering her insides mercilessly, but finally he was fully ensconsed with every down thrust. Not for long as he withdrew at least half way and plunged balls deep again over and over and over and over and over.<br/><br/>Zerxel came repeatedly on the fiend's massive thickness, and lost track of time, until with a demonic thundering roar he slammed home to the hilt and she felt his warm seed filling her, flooding into her, splattering against the deepest part of her.  He held for a few moments before withdrawing from her with a long sigh.  His cock dripping the mixture of their juices, he turned to Xara and presented his cock to her,<strong>"Clean me slave."</strong>The necromancer quickly and eagerly took to his cock with her lips, licking and sucking their combined juices from his shaft.  As she did he sighed and looked at her,<strong>"Well my time here is almost at an end, but I have one more gift for you.  In the other room you'll find an Ætherscreen.  With it you can make one call, either to one of your mortal sponsors, to Madam Ravensoul, headmistress of the academy, or to the announcers of the main show.  Whatever you might gain from them, know that such a conversation would have to be quick, for you have but a few minutes.  Ahhh, nothing like having a slave clean you after a good fuck.  Would you like to have her clean you as well before we depart and give you your time to rest before the second level?"</strong><br/><br/>He gestured to Xara, who knelt, a look of eager anticipation on her face as she stared at the fiend's cock.  Zerxel couldn't help but notice that the necromancer was so aroused her pussy was literally dripping it's lustful juices on the ground below her, a small shiny puddle of arousal there between her knees.  Oh certainly it had been a certain kind of torture for her to watch unfulfilled, and she wondered if the fiend would see to her desires soon.