The priestess, but there is a price for her arrogance.

The voluptuous blonde dismounts the prisoner and nearly collapses unto his chest. Both combatants are panting heavily, their bodies covered in sweat, yet the Kushite's manhood remains proudly rigid. Aisteja reaches up and kisses the gladiator on his cheek. "By Crom's cock you're truly a champion of men." She gasps. "Thank you warrior, I will remember this day during the lonely nights in this temple." Pulling back the priestess looks coolly into his eyes. "But now it's time for this contest to come to an end." Aisteja goes to her knees. "You have fought well," she smiles while taking firm hold of his cock, "and so I will make your end swift."

The Kushite groans in shock as the priestess with one purposeful motion puts his shaft into her mouth and swallows a large section of his manhood.

"Umm, mistress?" The startled Sonja quickly looks to her side, surprised by the robe figure standing next to the table she is hidden under. "Mistress," the Khitani priestess called Julri has reentered the cell. "Don't forget . . ."

"Quiet, Julri!" Aisteja angrily lets her lips go of her opponent's weapon to silence her underling. "My victory is near." The chief priestess adds before returning to ravage the defenseless Kushite.

"My apologizes, mistress." Julri answers with a contemptuous voice. "Of course you know best."

"How can she swallow such a thing?" Sonja wonders in amazement that the buxom blonde is able with a few head bobs take the warrior's cock fully down her throat. By the shocked look on the Kushite, the she-bandit surmises that he too as never seen such a skill in a woman.

The doomed prisoner at first looks about for escape, and then tries to break his bounds, all to no effect as the blonde below him sucks away with ravenous desire. The proud Kushite holds out as long as he can, but no man could win this battle. His muscles lock, as he screams on final defiant war cry into his gag, before his body surrenders to his gorgeous opponent.

Aisteja swallows every last drop before she releases her prey. Standing before the defeated gladiator, who slumps in his bounds gasping for breath while the serpent painted on his abdomen fades away, the chief priestess licks her lips clean with a triumphant smile. "Know this, gladiator," she gloats, "The name of the only person to defeat you is, Aisteja Palvova of Aquilonia, chief priestess of Bel."

Picking up her robe Aisteja commands, "Sister Julri, recollar the prisoner."

"Yes, mistress." Sonja watches Aisteja put her robe on while Julri places the silver collar back on the Kushite, causing him to fully slip into unconsciousness. The Khitani priestess then picks up the bronze bowl left empty at the gladiator's feet. "Mistress." She slyly asks, "What should I now do with this?"

"Do with what?" The blonde asks as she turns around. "Oh no," she gasps in a horrified voice at the sight of the container. "The offering! What have I done?!"

"You have put your own hubris above our great lord's commands and Thoth-Amon's purchase." Sister Julri dryly answers. "I doubt either will be pleased."