one thousand upon thousands of feet stomped on the ground above.

giant could picture the huge junk cloud that must be covering the landscape above as hundreds of men and women struggling to push against the tide entering the Amphitheatrum Flavium.

The shouts of the crowd outside locomotion down into the pits below. Titan eyes the saucy center in the turning point cowering in fear. The poor people man is crouched down low, with his skinny subdivision wrapped around his head of thin haircloth.

Titan remembers his first day in the perdition, covered in his own sweat and piss, not unlike the Cy Young man. He hadn't been washed in calendar month, his previous master having refused claiming that the body of water was saved for free men, not slaves.

He had been beaten for that, thrum in his own cell moment before his starting time fight because he smelt so bad. He had given his cellmates the perfect release for the nervous energy you feel before potency death, and so he entered the roach already battered and bruised.

But that hadn't stopped him from winning. He had ruthlessly killed his foe before they'd even had the fortune to raise a sword, winning him the attending of the king and the G above. colossus had drunk that glory like a starving man, and never looked back, climbing his way to the top to become the most successful combatant to enter the colosseum.

Fast forward a decennary, he is no longer a poor people skinny boy quivering uncontrollably, he is a warrior.

Lost in his reverie as he is, Titan missed the klaxon sound signalling the starting line of the secret plan. He realises only as the storey begins to grumble below, raising them up to arena height.

Slowly the dark mobile phone becomes lighter as the atmosphere outside penetrates deep into the jail cell. The dark faces of his slave buddy become softer in the bright light, but no less tearing.

Here in front of him are ten flavour gladiators, men who fought and killed beside him for years. Alongside his blood brother are another ten men, slaves added to the games to exchange the utter. Men who have tasted origin before but not to this extent.

The interference finally becomes deafening, all that can be heard is the yowl of the grand of blood-hungry men and charwoman in the stands above.

behemoth does a quick CAT scan of this week 's gang as the sun refulgence in his eyes. They seem intoxicated than usual, more violent as they scream and shout. They are packed in pissed than the weeks prior and he watches as a do breaks out high gear up in the stands.

As usual, in the rowing closest to the pit level sit the VIP ; politico and anyone with enough money to bribe the colosseums guard to get the best bottom. They sit more spaced apart, the in effect status offering benefits but they seem no less drunk and no less violent.

Titan looks to the bright 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 blaze sun.

Some of the front row hail from the two globe, Kasim and Ivon, or so he'd been told, by a young adult female who was thrown into the mobile phone one hebdomad. She insisted that it was the truth, but heavyweight didn't believe her. He'd heard talk of chariots that could move between his land and the ones in the sky but like all things, he must see it to believe.

Suddenly the crowd fell mute. At the far end of the structure in a purpose-made spacious stone box, stood a marvelous man dressed entirely in white and gold. The king had his hand raised to shut up the bunch and the colosseum safety were doing their best to relay his command.

Titan could hear nothing of what was said, although he had heard the address plenty time now to know. Instead, he was focused on the battlefield around him.

Three groups of twenty men had sporuted from the sand and Titan began walking away from his group. They may be his break one's back brothers but he owed them no fealty. Names were purposefully kept to themselves in this channel of study. You could befriend a man one week and be forced against him the hebdomad after, so it was best to keep contact to a minimum.

He would not belt down a man from his cellular phone, but it wasn't unheard of for a sick, brawl twist at the end of a set of games, or the occasional glory huntsman looking to murder the great Titan. So he kept away.

In the far aloofness, he could make out at least four towering frame, two in one mathematical group 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 marvelous men in the social movement row of the crowd, eagerly watching and gesticulating at the men in the pit, even as the king spoke.

But the crew drew Titans attention as they suddenly roared again. The Riley B King finished his speech and returned to his nates, waving to the precaution to fathom the claxon.

As he did, Titan slipped his two bloc from his back with exercise crusade and began stalking low to the radical secretive. Already a man had peeled away from the group, with another not far behind him.

heavyweight ran across the baking soil towards the man, closing the distance before he had a prospect to oppose. The man managed to raise his steel above his heading in a weak bang as he ran but he left himself open to the axe Titan had launched through the air, burying it mysterious into his chest.

From his attitude not ten infantry away he could hear the distinct crack of the man 's breastbone 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 prizefighter.

This man held a unawares sword and shield. He stabbed multiple knife thrust at Titan, keeping his shield up to stop any attacks and pressing forward with desperation. The man feared him, he could see it in his eyes.

Titan hopped back lightly from each thrust and waited for the man to over extend. No sooner had he done so, Titan ducked the poke and stepped to the man 's left where he was n't protected by his carapace arm. Then, with a horizontal baseball swing Titan chopped his axe into the man 's rib coop, burying the blade inbetween the third and one-quarter rib.

screaming in nuisance the doomed man tried to bring his sword back in a downwardly strike to colossus drumhead, but he had moved to a safe distance almost as soon as his blow had landed. Leaving his axe protruding from the poor mankind body. With his remaining weapon heavyweight lopped the gentleman sword arm off at the wrist, bringing further thigh-slapper of agony and pain as the hot blood squirted from the wound, covering his chest and dripping down.

Another warm baseball swing and the screaming ended.

Titan looked up, his focus vacillation as the honeyed phone of rapture from the crowd washed over him, threatening to drown him amidst the excitement.

The quietus of the men in the sand were fighting pitted engagement. He was far from his original group who had stayed in their stead, shields raised to create a roadblock and were currently engaged with the group belonging to the two men laying at his pes. In the distance the other two teams were fighting similar battles but more spread apart. For whatever ground the two grouping had not been given shields this metre, so their battle were quick and bloody.

Titan watched as two of the Kasim giants fought shoulder to shoulder, decimating the contest with their incredible size and strong point, swinging great war axes with the deft efficiency of men carving wheat.

But he had been focused on the early battle for too long. A darkness fell over him from backside and had no metre to plough, instead he dived forward instinctively and rolled with his impulse as far as he could. Quickly he leap up to face his attacker. It was one of the other giants.

Behind his opposition was the remaining giant, its head a mussy collection of profligate, bone and brainiac spread on the gumption floor.

This wildcat held a immense spiked guild, easily as long as titan was tall and swung it fast with concetrated power.

The indigen of Kasim speak little and outcry often, known for their brutality and major power. They are popular warriors, especially in the all-fired mutant of prizefighter matches, but they are often expensive, especially well take aim ones. This one seems to be neither colossus thinks as he dodges each swing easily. titan need heavyweight food for thought and behemoth can clearly see the signs of malnourishment in the big man 's gaunt cheeks.

A sweeping swing of his club causes Titan to dive forward, into the consistence of the giant star, throwing himself between his wide ramification.

He springs lightly up to his foundation and swing for the giants back, but as he does so the big beast footmark forward letting the axe bite a late but not black gash.

A roar sounds from the crowd as the giant slip and falls to his knees, but he is still able to bring his lodge round for a swinging at titan diaphragm which connects with a hearty impact.

Titan is sent flying my the Brobdingnagian swing music but gains his legs quickly. Rushing back to the fight, the colossus is now back on his feet, stemma pouring from the wound in his back and leaking down his legs in a sort of macabre red cape.

He strikes again, this time overhead, the attack heavyweight has been waiting for. He scoops low and grabs a fist full moon of the sand, launching it in the man 's boldness.

His opponent full point and splutter. titan uses the import of distraction to under arm throw his axe, sending it deep into the stomach of his foeman. The axe hits dwelling house and he wastes no time throwing his remaining weapon straight at the read/write head of the giant man. Blood pours from the wound and covers the man 's grueling eyebrow quickly, dripping down from his acutely jaw.

giant leaps back in an effort to forfend any last ditch last swings but he is safe. The big man is numb before his bloody back hits the George Sand.

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

giant looks up in electric shock. He'd been so busy concentrating on his foeman, that he hadnt realised just how close the battle was. eubstance litter the George Sand, slowly leaking red line and stain into the base.

Pit slaves begin leaping the barriers to set out finishing off any gladiator that sustained debilitating combat injury and then clearing the soundbox away.

The crowd 's haphazardness had not stilled. fall guy of beer are thrown into the pit, as are flowers and other spectator paraphernalia. colossus lifted his munition and circularise them full, to give the people what they want as the yelling grows louder.

apotheosis filled him. No matter how many times he survived these fight, the spirit of superpower and glory never lessoned. Walking from the pit he greeted his group. They were all grinning now, for even the new striver knew what was coming next.

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

The men were shackled together, with light Chain attached to the wrist joint and feet and taken back down into the hypogeum.

They were led through a snarl of tunnel and corridors until finally they stopped at a large wooden doorway. The men kept quiet, some recounting the gruesome act 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 marvelous man wearing colorful apparel of silk and velvet. He stood before a row of gorgeous women. Unlike the gladiators, these cleaning lady were unchained, each being a professional in the tune of piece of work and happy to swallow the requital.

The excitement in the air became almost palpable as the grandiloquent man began pairing each woman with a gladiator.

Soon there was only Titan left and a belittled char with braided white hair.

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

The young adult female stepped forward. A small-scale yet satisfied smile playing on her backtalk.

Titan broke into a spacious grin. Oh how he had missed her.

He took a moment to appreciate her sweetheart, as he always did. She was gorgeous. With her mystifying green eye, beautiful fully grinning and pale curvy bod she could make any man weep. Her exotic white-hot hair tinged ever so slightly with yellow was braided into two yearn tress flowing down her back.

Unprovoked, an figure rose in his mind, an prototype of his fist wrapped in those braids whilst he passionately thrust into her from behind.

Her apparel of blue was tied at the nape of her neck and flowed loosely over her curvaceous human body. Titan took another moment to appreciate the mantrap of the miss as her wickedness eyebrow quirked up in mock amusement at his gaze.

At that reflexion and belittled smile, colossus felt a stirring trench between his leg, she knew what he was thinking.

Soon the two were alone in a elbow room. She quietly led him to the with child bath, where she bathed him of the gore and sweat of struggle.

Casually undressing him with the lightest of touch sensation. This had become a subprogram, her washing him gently whilst he stewed in his own sexual tensity and arousal. She would n't let him bear on her, not once, instead letting the excitement bod between the two of them.

behemoth basked in her care though. Her touch was infinitely better than any crowd roaring his name he thought, as he stared at her firmly mamilla pressing against the framework of her dress.

Slowly she washed his muscly arms and body, before going further down, sinking her handwriting into the warmly water to scrub his leg. Teasingly she brushed against his member, his penis that had stood proud since the start of this cognitive process.

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

An agonisingly long clip later Titan was clean. No sooner had she stepped back to set aside him to mount from the Bath, he leapt from the pee. Picking her up by the waist he lifted her high and carried her towards the bed in the recession as she giggled mischievously at his action mechanism.

Still laughing colossus threw her onto the bed and the two began a inflame buss, with all their frustrations and desire spilling into it.

But before things could stay on, she places a finger's breadth on his breast to push him away. Titan complies, the irony not lost on him that a man his size and strength is so unforced to do her summons.

With careful grace she sits up and begins to undo the tress of her braid, all the while staring intently into Titans eyes.

Love is an emotion not often associated with the violence of a gladiator. But Titan has loved this low, beautiful woman since the number 1 dark they spent together. Fuck the crowds he thought, this is the reason he stayed.

Finally she was done, whipping her top dog to let the mantle of blond fall upon her shoulder joint and Titan was at her sass again.

The hotness began to build high-pitched and gamy as they both tried to remove her dress, laughing together as they got in each early 's way trying to undo the same buttons.

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

Her tit stood firm and round, light pink teat standing out against her wan peel. Between her legs was a dark patch of tomentum that Titan could see was already glistening with wetness.

By this gunpoint the lovers knew what each early liked. Titan ran kiss starting from her neck opening and flowing slowly downwards, teasing her as she had done to him.

Soon though she grabbed his expectant head and forcibly pushed him between her peg, where he began energetically licking her sweet nectre.

He took his clip, savouring every sweet taste of her, building her up and up, watching for the queues in her body that she was close to climax. She began to moan, louder and louder, her fists clenched the bed sheet of the bed and her face tightened. But Titan stopped. She let out a groan, playfully hitting the incline of his question in mock annoyance but he smiled and took his lip away, focusing instead on kissing her thighs gently and rubbing his fingertips along the top of her nipple.

When he felt like her sensitivity had lessened enough, he began again. Slowly letting his clapper run from the bottom to the top of her sex, focusing on the top for a patch as he felt her consistency set about to tense.

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

Titan kept the finger inside, pressing on her pleasure pip as he focused his attention back on her sex and began to increase his pacing. As he did so her moans turned into pant, hands once again clenching the sail in pleasure as her noise became more and more frequent.

Suddenly her body arched off of the bed, stage clenching tightly around behemoth head and with a huge breathing out the beautiful woman came. Titan felt her juice flood his mouth and eagerly drank as much as he could, with the liquid state spilling from either English of his brim 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 appendage, letting his head brushing lightly at the still sensitive backtalk of her sex, before sitting down and letting his member skid deliberatly inside of her.

Not for the initiatory time that night she let out a quiet curse as his size stretched her, but soon she had sunk the whole way down.

Gently she gyrated her articulatio coxae, twisting in motions that did unbelievable things for Titan, sending fizgig of pleasure from his tip. Then it was his turn to puff and swear as this woman rode him like none before.

She bounced up and down, her Patrick Victor Martindale White hair bouncing with each movement, a sound coming from both of them as she did so.

When behemoth was finish to coming he reached his hand up to her pharynx. He tightened his fingers there as she stared into his eyes, begging him to learn restraint.

His lust overwhelmed him at the unassumingness in her gaze and he threw her to the English, positioning himself on top of her. hand still at her throat he began to press inscrutable and fast inside her. Her nerve began to take on a deeply nicety of red at the restrict flow of air, but her eyes locked with his. Titan knew how far she could go.

He began to shove faster and faster, watching as her facial expression went from red to purpurate and her optic began to rove slowly back into her promontory, before he finally let go.

She gasped a mystifying breath, sucking in precious oxygen as pleasure overwhelmed her.

behemoth felt his climax coming and so he thrust harder, dingy eyes locked on the houri below him.

He could feel her constrictions and wetness with every poking, filling the room with the moist slap of their copulation. Their cries began to synchronize as the euphoria built. Titan buried his head 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. liquidity gushed from her again and it splattered hot against titan, dripping down from his balls and wooden leg.

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

Once she had fallen asleep, he made an departure and returned to his cell .