For a moment, nothing-<br/><br/>And then, the<em>power</em>. Strength, wholeness, coursing through her - More than ever before! She felt as good as she'd been...No, she felt *better*! The elven Paladiness's soft gasp purred from her full, pouting lips - Her body thrumming with vitality, with<em>life</em>- her wooden sword light as a feather in her hand~!<br/><br/>The heady images that flashed through her mind - they drew a heady moan from deep within, her lissome legs threatening to buckle against the arousal that coursed through her! Her breath became even more heated, her tongue darted across her full, pouting lips...A husky "Yessssss~" teased from deep within, her long, long lashes fluttering...<br/><br/>Ah'mie's price. She<em>knew</em>it was wrong - But she wanted it. She didn't just *want* to win...She *wanted* Anara to pay, wanted to *use* the woman...The heady arousal mingled with her own desire, her gaze dragging up, up and over Anara's form - Her mouth going dry, creamy thighs squeezing together...<br/><br/>"Oh,<em>yes</em>~" she whispered, low and sweet - Dipping her head in a bow~! She strutted rather than walked, now...Her breath coming faster, faster, as she twirled the blade in her hand - An almost parade-ground flourish. "...Then I won't be holding back, either..."<br/><br/>She<em>moved</em>. The clack of wood-on-wood filled the ring, as her blade met the quarterstaff again and again...Teasing, almost casual, flicks of her wooden sword - Testing Anara's defenses, letting her think she had a chance! She cut once, then again, high then low - Giving ground, as she parried Anara's attacks, looking for the right moment!<br/><br/>But the strength and speed she'd been endowed with *begged* to be used, to be unleashed - And riding the high of her own power, who was she to resist? The only warning she gave Anara was a slight narrowing of her dreamy eyes - that heady, hungry smile...<br/><br/>...As the wooden practice sword whirled to life in her hands! Now she was no longer giving ground, she was attacking, relentlessly - the<em>crack crack crack</em>of each impact coming faster, faster, overloading Anara's defense in a dazzling display of skill!<br/><br/>But even as she did, she fought for some self-control...She couldn't give in completely. She wouldn't disgrace Anara - But she<em>would</em>take her. *Take* her, use her...In every way possible~! Yes - She could do *that*. Surely, that wouldn't violate her beliefs, would it? She needed to feel - she craved...<br/><br/>The gasp that wrenched from Tialyn's lips, as her blade ripped Anara's staff from her hands, was a sound that mingled desire and deep, deep anticipation! She flung herself at the woman, a primal growl thrumming from deep within, sending them both over into the dust! In her savage regalia - that tight, tight green leather bustier, her hair done up in curls - the luscious Paladiness looked like a nubile savage...A comparison that was entirely appropriate, the look in her eyes hot enough to melt an iceberg as it locked with Anara's~!<br/><br/>"I<em>want</em>you," she husked - Her hand rising, closing on the Amazon's barely-there costume...Ripping it away, with a jingle of chains! Her neck arched, slim fingers sliding through Anara's curls, her lips sliding down...Closing on the other woman's, her legs circling her waist, her thighs squeezing down - Her moan echoing in her ears, as Tialyn's lips closed hungrily on the Amazon's-!<br/><br/>But only for a moment...It wasn't enough to sate the fires raging within her, her hands coming up to grope - to knead - those incredible breasts...Slapping at those heaving tits, relishing the way they *jiggled*, two fingers closing on Anara's nipple, *twisting*-! "<em>Look</em>at that body of yours~" she heard herself coo - low, husky - "No *wonder* you're a pleasure slave...I'd rather<em>fuck</em>you than<em>fight</em>you-!"<br/><br/>She didn't give Anara a chance to answer, her cheeks burning with eager heat - Pulling her head close, guiding it to the smooth join between Tialyn's legs...Her gaze capturing every moment of the gorgeous brown-nette's descent, her own lips parted, panting - a trickle of arousal sliding down her inner thighs...<br/><br/><em>"Pleasure</em>me, *slave*~" Tialyn purred - Her order heady, smoky with<em>lust</em>...Part of her appalled, yet delighted, at the sensation of<em>dominating</em>the woman - Slim fingers curling around the hilt of her sword, caressing the rounded head of the pommel in a distinctly obscene way! "Or would you prefer to be<em>punished</em>~?"