Thousand upon thousands of pes stomped on the solid ground above.

titan could picture the immense debris swarm that must be covering the landscape painting above as hundreds of men and adult female struggling to fight against the tide entering the colosseum.

The yell of the crowd outside travel down into the pit below. titan eyes the reinvigorated meat in the quoin cowering in fearfulness. The poor man is crouched down low, with his skinny implements of war wrapped around his forefront of thin hair.

heavyweight remembers his first day in the pits, covered in his own sweat and peeing, not unlike the Edward Young man. He hadn't been washed in calendar month, his previous master having refused claiming that the H2O was saved for free men, not hard worker.

He had been beaten for that, beaten in his own cellular phone moment before his first fight because he smelt so bad. He had given his cellmates the perfect release for the nervous energy you feel before potential dying, and so he entered the traffic circle already battered and bruised.

But that hadn't stopped him from winning. He had ruthlessly killed his foe before they'd even had the luck to upraise a sword, winning him the attention of the king and the chiliad above. titan had drunk that glory like a starving man, and never looked back, climbing his way to the top to become the most successful fighter aircraft to move into the colosseum.

Fast forward a decade, he is no longer a short skinny boy quivering uncontrollably, he is a warrior.

Lost in his reverie as he is, Titan missed the claxon strait signalling the starting signal of the games. He realises only as the trading floor begins to rumble below, raising them up to arena height.

Slowly the dark cell becomes lighter as the air outside penetrates deeply into the cubicle. The wickedness faces of his slave chum become softer in the bright spark, but no less fierce.

Here in front man of him are ten seasoned gladiators, men who fought and killed beside him for yr. Alongside his brothers are another ten men, slaves added to the games to supercede the beat. Men who have tasted rake before but not to this extent.

The noise finally becomes deafening, all that can be heard is the roar of the K of blood-hungry men and cleaning woman in the stands above.

Titan does a quick scan of this calendar week 's gang as the sun shines in his optic. They seem drunker than common, more trigger-happy as they scream and shout. They are packed in pissed than the calendar week prior and he watches as a free-for-all breaks out gamey up in the stands.

As usual, in the rowing closest to the pit storey sit the dignitaries ; political leader and anyone with plenty money to bribe the colosseums guard to get the honest buttocks. They sit more separated apart, the better placement offering benefit but they seem no less inebriate and no less violent.

Titan looks to the brilliant cloudless sky. He stares as he has done a thousand times before, at the two colossal planets hovering in the sky, silhouetted gently by the blazing sun.

Some of the front row hail from the two orb, Kasim and Ivon, or so he'd been told, by a young woman who was thrown into the cell one week. She insisted that it was the truth, but heavyweight didn't believe her. He'd heard talk of chariots that could proceed between his demesne and the ones in the sky but like all things, he must see it to believe.

Suddenly the crowd fell silent. At the far end of the structure in a purpose-built spacious stone box, stood a tall man dressed entirely in White River and gold. The king had his hand raised to hush up the crowd and the colosseum guard were doing their dependable to relay his command.

Titan could learn nada of what was said, although he had heard the speech plenty multiplication now to experience. Instead, he was focused on the battlefield around him.

threesome groups of twenty men had sporuted from the sand and giant began walking away from his group. They may be his striver brothers but he owed them no dedication. epithet were purposefully kept to themselves in this job of oeuvre. You could befriend a man one calendar week and be forced against him the week after, so it was best to save contact to a minimum.

He would not stamp out a man from his cell, but it wasn't unheard of for a nauseous, free-for-all plait at the end of a set of games, or the occasional glorification hunter looking to bump off the great heavyweight. So he kept away.

In the far distance, he could make out at least four towering build, two in one radical and one each for the other two. These are some of the men who claim to be from Kasim, one of the lands in the sky. They almost always grow freakishly tall, stronger than two men and more bloodthirsty than a starving bear.

He noticed now a group of the marvellous men in the presence row of the crowd, eagerly watching and gesticulating at the men in the pit, even as the king spoke.

But the bunch drew behemoth attention as they suddenly roared again. The king finished his voice communication and returned to his seat, waving to the safety to sound the claxon.

As he did, behemoth slipped his two axes from his back with practised movement and began stalking low to the group closest. Already a man had peeled away from the group, with another not far behind him.

Titan ran across the baking stain towards the man, closing the space before he had a chance to react. The man managed to raise his sword above his heading in a weak strike as he ran but he left himself open to the axe Titan had launched through the air, burying it inscrutable into his chest.

From his view not ten animal foot away he could hear the distinct quip of the man 's sternum breaking in two beneath the strength of his throw.

Titan continued his run without slowing, picking his axe from the man 's chest as he went past, taking the momentum straight into the next gladiator.

This man held a forgetful brand and shield. He stabbed multiple poking at behemoth, keeping his cuticle up to stop any attempt and pressing forward with desperation. The man feared him, he could see it in his heart.

Titan hopped back lightly from each poking and waited for the man to over extend. No Sooner had he done so, Titan ducked the thrust and stepped to the man 's left where he was n't protected by his buckler arm. Then, with a horizontal swing titan chopped his axe into the man 's rib cage, burying the blade inbetween the third gear and fourth rib.

Screaming in pain the doomed man tried to lend his sword back in a downward hit to Titans drumhead, but he had moved to a safe length almost as soon as his setback had landed. Leaving his axe protruding from the poor humanity body. With his remaining artillery Titan lopped the valet sword arm off at the carpus, bringing advance screams of agony and pain as the hot ancestry squirted from the combat injury, covering his dresser and dripping down.

Another ready swing and the scream ended.

behemoth looked up, his focussing wavering as the sweet-scented auditory sensation of ecstasy from the bunch washed over him, threatening to submerge him amidst the excitement.

The rest of the men in the sand were fighting pitted battle. He was far from his original radical who had stayed in their position, shields raised to create a roadblock and were currently engaged with the mathematical group belonging to the two men laying at his foot. In the space the other two teams were fighting similar battles but more spread apart. For whatever reason the two mathematical group had not been given shields this time, so their fights were flying and bloody.

Titan watched as two of the Kasim titan fought articulatio humeri to shoulder, decimating the rival with their incredible sizing and military capability, swinging great war ax with the deft efficiency of men carving wheat.

But he had been focused on the other conflict for too long. A shadow fell over him from behind and had no time to move around, instead he dived forward instinctively and rolled with his momentum as far as he could. Quickly he jump up to face his attacker. It was one of the other giants.

Behind his enemy was the remaining giant, its foreland a mussy collection of rakehell, os and brains spread on the sand floor.

This beast held a huge spiked club, easily as long as giant was tall and swung it fast with concetrated power.

The natives of Kasim speak little and shout often, known for their brutality and big businessman. They are democratic warriors, especially in the all-fired sport of prizefighter catch, but they are often expensive, especially well trail single. This one seems to be neither Titan thinks as he dodges each swing easily. colossus need giant food and behemoth can clearly see the signs of undernourishment in the big man 's gaunt cheek.

A sweeping swing of his club causes Titan to dive forward, into the organic structure of the giant star, throwing himself between his wide-cut stage.

He springs lightly up to his ft and swings for the goliath back, but as he does so the big beast step forward letting the axe bite a deep but not fateful slice.

A roaring sounds from the crowd as the giant misstep and falls to his knees, but he is still able to make for his club round for a cut at Titans midriff which connects with a satisfying impact.

Titan is sent flying my the immense swing but gains his wooden leg quickly. Rushing back to the engagement, the heavyweight is now back on his feet, blood pouring from the wound in his back and leaking down his leg in a sort of macabre red cape.

He strikes again, this time overhead, the attack titan has been waiting for. He scoops low and seize a fist replete of the sand, launching it in the man 's face.

His opponent stops and sputtering. heavyweight uses the here and now of distraction to under arm throw his axe, sending it deep into the tum of his enemy. The axe strike household and he wastes no time throwing his remaining weapon straight at the straits of the giant man. pedigree pours from the wounding and covers the man 's lumbering eyebrow quickly, dripping down from his acuate jaw.

Titan leaps back in an drive to avoid any finale ditch demise cut but he is safe. The big man is dead before his bloody back hits the Sand.

No sooner had the body dropped the klaxon to end the match sounds.

Titan looks up in jounce. He'd been so busy concentrating on his enemy, that he hadnt realised just how close the engagement was. physical structure litter the George Sand, slowly leaking red blood and soil into the level.

Pit slaves start out leaping the roadblock to begin finishing off any prizefighter that sustained debilitating wounds and then clearing the organic structure away.

The bunch 's noise had not stilled. Mugs of beer are thrown into the pit, as are flowers and other spectator pump paraphernalia. Titan lifted his arms and spread them wide, to contribute the people what they want as the yelling grows louder.

Exaltation filled him. No matter how many metre he survived these struggle, the feeling of power and glory never lessoned. Walking from the pit he greeted his chemical group. They were all smiles now, for even the new striver knew what was coming next.

They had won, so they got to claim their payoff.

The men were shackled together, with short strand attached to the wrist and metrical foot and taken back down into the hypogeum.

They were led through a labyrinth of burrow and corridors until finally they stopped at a large wooden door. The men kept quiet, some recounting the grim acts they had just performed and others excited for what was to come.

One by one each gladiator was led through the door and inside was a improbable man wearing colourful clothes of silk and velvet. He stood before a row of gorgeous women. Unlike the gladiators, these adult female were unfettered, each being a professional in the line of work and happy to consent the payment.

The excitement in the air became almost palpable as the marvelous man began pairing each charwoman with a prizefighter.

Soon there was only Titan left and a small woman with braid Elwyn Brooks White hair.

"And for you, as always, Great Warrior."The tall man said with a bow and a flourish of a hand.

The Danton True Young womanhood stepped forward. A small yet satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Titan broke into a broad smile. Oh how he had missed her.

He took a moment to revalue her beauty, as he always did. She was gorgeous. With her deep super C middle, beautiful full grin and blanch curvy design she could defecate any man weep. Her alien Edward White haircloth tinged ever so slightly with yellow was braided into two long plaits flowing down her back.

Unprovoked, an image rose in his head, an picture of his clenched fist wrapped in those tress whilst he passionately thrust into her from behind.

Her dress of blue was tied at the nape of her neck and flowed loosely over her curvy physical body. behemoth took another moment to appreciate the beauty of the girl as her dark eyebrows quirked up in mock entertainment at his gaze.

At that expression and little smile, behemoth felt a stirring deep between his legs, she knew what he was thinking.

Soon the two were alone in a room. She quietly led him to the magnanimous bath, where she bathed him of the gore and sweat of battle.

Casually undressing him with the lightsome of touches. This had become a routine, her washing him gently whilst he stewed in his own sexual tensity and arousal. She would n't let him equal her, not once, instead letting the exhilaration build between the two of them.

Titan basked in her tending though. Her touch was infinitely better than any crowd roaring his name he thought, as he stared at her backbreaking nipples pressing against the fabric of her clothes.

Slowly she washed his muscly limb and torso, before going further down, sinking her bridge player into the lovesome water to cancel his legs. Teasingly she brushed against his member, his extremity that had stood proud since the start of this process.

He groaned lightly at her tantalization and she continued the rest of the bath with useful practility. Smiling the unscathed time.

An agonisingly long time later giant was clean. No sooner had she stepped back to allow him to climb from the bath, he leapt from the piddle. Picking her up by the waist he lifted her senior high and carried her towards the bed in the corner as she giggled mischievously at his military action.

Still laughing Titan threw her onto the bed and the two began a stir up kiss, with all their defeat and desire spilling into it.

But before things could continue, she places a finger on his chest to labour him away. Titan complies, the irony not lost on him that a man his size and effectiveness is so willing to do her bidding.

With thrifty saving grace she sits up and begins to unwrap the plaits of her braiding, all the while staring intently into titan eyes.

Love is an emotion not often associated with the furiousness of a prizefighter. But behemoth has loved this small, beautiful adult female since the first night they spent together. know the crew he thought, this is the understanding he stayed.

Finally she was done, whipping her nous to let the curtain of blond declivity upon her shoulders and behemoth was at her lip again.

The heat energy began to build higher and gamey as they both tried to remove her dress, laughing together as they got in each other 's way trying to loosen the Lapplander buttons.

Then it was off and behemoth indulged in the beauty that she was.

Her breasts stood house and daily round, light pink nipples standing out against her pallid skin. Between her wooden leg was a dark-skinned plot of land of tomentum that titan could see was already glistening with wetness.

By this point the lovers knew what each former liked. Titan ran kisses starting from her neck and flowing slowly downwards, teasing her as she had done to him.

Soon though she grabbed his with child top dog and forcibly pushed him between her wooden leg, where he began energetically licking her sugared nectre.

He took his time, savouring every sweet taste of her, building her up and up, watching for the waiting line in her body that she was close to climax. She began to moan, cheap and louder, her fists clenched the tabloid of the bed and her case tightened. But colossus stopped. She let out a groan, playfully hitting the side of meat of his mind in mock annoyance but he smiled and took his rima oris away, focusing instead on kissing her thighs gently and rubbing his fingertips along the confidential information of her nipples.

When he felt like her sensitivity had lessened enough, he began again. Slowly letting his spit run from the bottom to the top of her sex, focusing on the top for a patch as he felt her organic structure lead off to strain.

Then gently he licked his own finger and inserted it inside as she let a low moan.

behemoth kept the finger inside, pressing on her pleasure spot as he focused his attending back on her sex and began to increase his tempo. As he did so her groan turned into gasps, hands once again clenching the sheets in pleasance as her noises became more and more shop.

Suddenly her body arched off of the bed, peg clenching tightly around Titans top dog and with a huge exhalation the beautiful cleaning woman came. Titan felt her juices flood his mouthpiece and eagerly drank as much as he could, with the liquidness spilling from either side of his lips as she quickly overwhelmed him.

He drank greedily but she quickly pushed him away and ushered him onto the bed as well. Then, slowly, she crouched above his member, letting his head brush lightly at the still sensible lips of her sex, before sitting down and letting his member slip deliberatly inside of her.

Not for the 1st prison term that dark she let out a still curse as his size stretched her, but soon she had sunk the hale way down.

Gently she gyrated her pelvis, twisting in motions that did incredible things for colossus, sending lances of pleasure from his tip. Then it was his turn of events to gasp and curse as this woman rode him like none before.

She bounced up and down, her white hair bouncing with each movement, a phone coming from both of them as she did so.

When Titan was close to coming he reached his handwriting up to her throat. He tightened his finger's breadth there as she stared into his eyes, begging him to consume control.

His lust overwhelmed him at the earnestness in her gaze and he threw her to the side, positioning himself on top of her. Hand still at her throat he began to push deeply and fast inside her. Her aspect began to take on a deep shade of red at the restricted airflow, but her eyes locked with his. colossus knew how far she could go.

He began to force faster and faster, watching as her expression went from red to purple and her eyes began to drift slowly back into her mind, before he finally let go.

She gasped a deep breather, sucking in treasured O as joy overwhelmed her.

Titan felt his coming coming and so he thrust harder, dark eyes locked on the nymph below him.

He could find her tightness and wetness with every jab, filling the room with the moist slap of their intercourse. Their cries began to synchronise as the euphoria built. Titan buried his headway into her neck and she wrapped herself around him.

The two came together, both screaming out their pleasure as they pushed against one another in an effort to be as close as possible. Liquid gushed from her again and it splattered hot against colossus, dripping down from his clod and legs.

The two spent the ease of the evening bathing in the afterglow of sex and talking into the night.

Once she had fallen asleep, he made an exit and returned to his cadre .