ax, turn around.

No wonder they called me Two Axes.

Having dodged the blow of a spiky club, I find myself behind him and squeezing the ax with both hands, like a woodcutter hacking a mighty spine. I pull out the ax and strike a new blow. Then another. And further.

A huge body, like a plucked oak falls heavily to the ground. I stand over him, spattered with blood, clutching a bloodied ax in my hand.

Tribunes are crazy. The roar is such that it lays the ears.

NORTH!!! NORTH!!! NORTH!!! FREEDOM !!! FREEDOM !!!

Few people decide to go against the voice of the crowd. Even the emperor.

The emperor stood up. The noise gradually subsided.

- The voice of the people, the voice of the gods. Gladiator North Mad, henceforth free man and citizen of the Great Rome.

I glanced at Tiberius Carr. Chagrin in the eyes. Fool, he does not know that I never forget anything. And do not forgive.

The dim light of an oil lamp illuminates a small cell. Under the Arena such full. Survivors in the Arena can rest and heal wounds.

This fight did not pass without a trace for me; a new scar on my right breast was assured. When I received it, I do not even remember. Most likely ripped the edge of the shield of the Greek when pushed him. Blood is not flowing much, but ...

Old Pullius brought a bottle of healing ointment. Giving it to me said

- North, there ... They came to you ... Well, yours ...

- Thanks, old man, I understood.

Pullius went out, and a hurricane burst into the closet. Junia Carr.

- North, how was I afraid for you. North ... When you stood in the arena full of blood, I almost rushed to you ... North, are you hurt?

- Nonsense, scratch.

She pulled away my hand with a sponge, ran her hand over her chest. My blood remained on her hand, she raised her hand to her lips and licked it. Her eyes clouded over. She leaned toward the wound and began to lick it.

In Junia's brown eyes lust. I put my hands on her shoulders, and press down. My legitimate prize, the wife of my enemy, meekly kneels before me.

Junia Carra's nostrils quiver, greedily breathing in the strong spirit of the sweaty loins and fresh blood that have soaked my dressing.

She presses her face against a damp cloth and, with trembling hands, tries to reach the contents. The knot on the belt is blindfolded, and Junia gnaws at it with his teeth.

Finally she managed to cope, and already good-for-nothing rag flies off to the side.

The beautiful face of a sleek Roman patrician rubs against the filthy member of a former slave.

Lips open and eagerly clasp it. She literally swallows my phallus, it penetrates the very throat. Yes, in the art of fellatio, the wife of Tiberius Carr, the patrician, will plug all the harbor whores on both banks of the Tiber by the belt.

And she is not alone, I know that. How many of them, mothers, wives, daughters of noble Roman patricians passed through my bed. And how much through the bed is the same as me. Do not count. But Junia Carr, the best among all.

Having swallowed the spit that sprang up and having recovered a little, Junius again attacks my member.

Her black-haired head slides back and forth along the trunk, gradually increasing its pace. And when my stress builds up, she stops and starts to play with him. Her dexterous language does such wonders that I wonder if she didn’t take mastering lessons from bazaar circulators acrobats?

My eggs are already shining, so she polished them with her rough tongue.

I can not stand it anymore, the rage seething in my veins there, in the Arena has not gone away.

In one sweeping motion, wiping everything off the table.

Grab Yunia for hair and lift from the floor. With a jerk I tear off her table and tunic. I grab her waist and put Nude on the table in front of me. Her hips spread apart, inviting me to enter.

The rage is still boiling in blood, clasping her hips with my hands ...

BOOO

I drive a live blade into a supple female body. She throws her head back and groans.

- Yes-ah ... North ... Yeah ... Stronger ... NORTH ... Do not regret ... I am yours ... I want you ... Seweeeer ...

Scream. Scream as much as you want.Thick walls extinguish well sounds, and behind the door old man Pullius guards, although what an old man he is. Forty yet. Quarry.

Turned legs in elegant sandals with high braided almost to the knees, hug me. Her hands with sharp nails dig into the shoulders. I do not feel pain. Rage boils in my veins. Rage battle and intercourse. They are so close. Like two shoots from one root.

I again and again rush into her bosom, claiming my right to be the winner.

Her eyes look at me, the eyes of a female giving away to the strongest. And I deserve this right. Deserved the Arena. And now I get a legitimate reward.

She shudders at my thrusts, elastic breasts swaying in time with my movements.

I'm moving away. Her surprised look in my eyes.

Squeezing her waist, I take Yunia off the table and lower it to the floor.

I turn around to my back and pushing on my back I put my chest on the table.

A contented sigh, and she spreads her legs slightly.

I am weaving a juicy slap on the noble Roman woman's tight ass.

I spread my buttocks with my hands and spit on the compressed little ring of the anus.

Junia begins to worry, but having received another weighty slap obediently freezes.

My phallus abruptly breaks into Yuniya from the back door. A loud cry, to which I do not pay attention, and continue to hammer over and over again and again, the submissive ass patrician.

Her hands scrub the uneven planks of the table, moans and sobs announce the closet.

I can no longer stop, my thighs time and again loudly slapping the female buttocks. Junia howls softly. I grab her by the hips and that is urine pull on myself.

Everything. I can no longer hold back. The rage accumulated by me pours hot sperm into Junia's ass.

In exhaustion, I fall on the bench. Nearby the Roman steps down to the floor.

She sits sideways on the floor, puts folded hands on my thigh and rests her chin on them looking at my face.

- You know the North, I think I fell in love ... You can guess who? - she looks at me with perfectly calm eyes. The lust is gone. And I didn’t even notice when she finished.

- I have no idea...

- Fool ... Wild barbarian ... One word, gladiator ...

I'm grinning. Junia is beautiful, depraved, like most noble patricians of the Eternal City, and intelligent. And this is already a rarity.

- Well, what do you want from a savage?

- And to whom are you telling this? Savage ... And the "Notes on the Gallic War" who hides under the mattress? If you put me on this mattress, it does not mean that I didn’t look under the mattress.

- Junia, tell me about the vineyards in Campania, because if you suddenly have something to happen with your husband?

- Under the contract, both the vineyards and the winery, as well as the villa under Kapuya, will depart for me, just what will happen to this hog? Healthy as a bull for three years. Won another young slave bought himself.

- You know, Rome is a dangerous city, the robbers divorced, it became dangerous to walk the streets. Especially in the evenings.

- Yes you are right. Rome is a dangerous city. Especially in the evening. - Smart little eyes stared at me with ever-increasing interest.

I do not forget anything. And do not forgive.

Epilogue. Five years later.

They are coming. Caligi knead road dirt. The endless snake of the legions, flashing steel scales Loric, bristling with the teeth of the pilums, covered with scutum, creeps into the forest.
The Romans ... They, like lice, drink the blood of my relatives. They devour their flesh and poison their souls.
I get up to my full height. I have no armor. Armor for cowards. My armor, speed. I only have leather pants and soft boots. My scarred torso is naked. Only a wolf skin on my shoulders. I lift up two axes. Yes, I am no longer North.
I am again, Ragnar. Ragnar Two Axes. If One saves my life today, maybe someday I will become Ragnar the Skald again. The circle will end.
From my throat breaks wolf howl. Legionnaires look around, scurrying around, I see fear in their eyes. No, you do not have time, do not have time to meet me with a solid wall of shields. Today will be a fight, according to my rules. Today there will be no steel fist of the legions. The Romans stretched along the forest road. They can be beaten in parts. As then, in the Arena. Armini liked the idea.
I throw myself from a hill, my legs tear the ground, they carry me on. There, where they are built. The romans Today, I drink plenty of their blood.
I'm running forward.Behind my back grows hum. Yes, today I am not alone. On the slope of a hill, behind me on the serpent of the legions rolls many thousands of waves of those whom they scornfully call barbarians.
Yes, WE BARBARKS, and today, here in the Teutonic Forest, WE will take THEIR life.

My legs push off the ground, and I throw my body forward. In the thick of enemies.

BOOO ...