There was power in submission, and power in dominance.  Tialyn didn't know much about the goddess Ah'mie, but she was learning much quickly about the goddess of lusts.  She may not have had a full storage of primal energy to fuel the spell, she may not have even known the proper prayers to cast the spell, hells, she wasn't even one of the goddess's faithful.  But when she begged the silent prayer, there was one thing it was, and that was completely heartfelt and honest.  Tialyn felt energy racing through her body, it could be nothing other than the touch of divine power, as her aches, soreness, pain, washed away in that moment and she felt not just re-energized, but almost giddy with strength.<br/><br/>But the power had not come from primal energy she had stored, it had been granted directly to her.  For every gift there was a price, and this spell was cast on borrowed faith.  She hadn't enough primal power stored up to pay the cost, yet was still granted the boon.  As she flexed her fingers, felt the power surging through her, Tialyn had a thought.  It was one that was not in her normal line of thinking, a message from the goddess herself perhaps?  Tialyn's mind raced as her grip tightened on the wooden training sword and she thought to herself,<em>"I will not simply win.  I will not show everyone that I am the stronger.  I will overwhelm Anara.  I will beat her with a resounding ferocity.  I will dominate her, and when she lays in the dirt, I will humiliate her."</em><br/><br/>Tialyn knew that these were not the thoughts of a paladin of the Shining Blade.  No, these thoughts, while her own, came from somewhere else, somewhere darker.  Still, Tialyn's own mind couldn't shake the mental fantasies of holding Anara'd hair as the woman laid on her back in the sands, grinding her pussy into Anara's mouth.  Couldn't shake the mental image of sodomizing the muscular woman with the rounded pommel of the sword she held right that moment.  Couldn't shake the images of slapping Anara's heavy tits as she sat on the woman's face, forcing the defeated gladiator to tongue her elven asshole.  What was worse then the fact that these images would not leave her mind as she stepped towards the ring was the fact that her pussy ached with hunger and need.  Her whole body felt electric, on fire, hungry, and oh so fucking horny.<br/><br/>This was the price to pay for Ah'mie's spell.  Tialyn had begged for it, and she'd gotten it.  Behind it all, a promise of something greater, later, as well.<br/><br/>Anara held her Quarterstaff out to the side and bowed her head at Tialyn and whispered,<strong> "Master Sabin is in a mood.  Odds are whoever loses this fight will be using their bodies to do more than satisfy his lusts.  He may throw the loser to his guards and watch her get gang fucked just to prove a point.  I hope you understand that I must fight my hardest Mistress Tialyn, and I expect you to do the same."</strong><br/><br/>Poor Anara, she had no idea the strength and speed that flowed through Tialyn's body at that moment.  The only possible way that the elven paladin could lose would be if she chose let the gladiator win.