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Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

There was blood everywhere around the Northman, having run down more than a few packs of killers. Gods, there were just so many! And that in and of itself was alarming. Whoever was sending these killer in clearly didn't want to leave a single thing to chance. The castle staff was boldly rushing to try and cut off the killers, but it was fast becoming a slaughter. These untrained people were getting cut down left and right. For every assassin they managed to bring down, four of them were brought low. It was an insane display, and Northman didn't want to get too caught up in it. He leapt for the window, and clambered up onto the roof, taking the shorter way.

He had to dodge a thrown knife, and found that the roof was occupied. He rushed the first few, sweeping them aside with his shield, and sending them to tumble to the ground, easy pickings for the others. He was more focused on stopping them from reaching the Empress' chambers. The men were fast, light on their feet, but they were not used to moving over a surface this angled and high up. It reminded the Northman of the mountains of his homelan, only not quite as difficult. Axe in hand, each slash sent men to their deaths. He knew he wasn't going to properly make it, that they would start the descent to her balcony before he reached them. But that they'd not make it to her before he did. She'd make it.

Sure enough, the glass door was popped open, but before the killer could take a single step inside, his head flew free from a savage axe blow from behind. Northman took a few steps back, forcing the remaining killers to come at him from the doorway, where he could fight them two or three at a time, which was fine odds by his standards. It only lasted another moment. BLoodied form all along the balcony, the bare handful of killers that had avoided death made good on their escape, fleeing the palace. Only two avoided the arrows that sought them. Shaking his head, Northman turned to the Empress, seeing blood on her robe, but she seemed to not be injured. She must have brought one dow herself. Her being a killer herself...and the rather bracing round of comabt always hadd an effect on him. He smiled at the Empress as he set his axe aside, and his shield with it. He started a languid approach to her.
"I trust you are uninjured?" He said calmly.
 
She would really have to make it harder to get to her balcony. In just the last four days people have made it there. While she wasn't going to give up the balcony all together, she would have to make provision. One by one she could hear as they landed on the polished stone surface outside the door. The five men backed her towards the wall, putting them selves between her and any would be attacker. Swords were drawn and at the ready for anyone who walked through those doors.

It wasn't long before the door was popped open, but the person was quickly dispatched. The rest were then lead out onto the balcony where Northman took them out in great numbers. From her vantage point or lack there of Severina could see much, but she was sure they had lost great numbers themselves today. Angrily she pushed pass her guards, "go... get out, help the towns people." She waved her hands at them. Unlike the last time, she wasn't a shaken mess. Her adrenaline was actually coursing through her veins. With shocked faces, the five men shuffled out of the room, sparing confused looks at the warrior their Empress insisted she needed to have.

With the door quietly closed behind them, she let go of her proper leaders demeanor. Her hands were still covered in the blood of the man she killed. At first glance at the robes she wore, someone might think it was her own. Norhtman was not fooled however, "no, not injured." Her hands were shaky, but not because she was on the verge of passing out. Approaching her balcony, it was a gory mess. And the grounds beneath it were no better. "I know who those men belong to," she said turning toward Northman. Walking back into the room, she pushed her doors closed, an attempt to hide the carnage outside.
 
The guards hustled out of the room admirably, and Northman looked around the room, taking in the surrounding furnishings. The bed post she'd been tied to. The desk he'd bent her over. Such good memories. And here, with blood on both of their hands, the thought of her killing a man, and the number of dead left behind him left him in a singular mood. She spoke of knowing who they were, and a part of him knew that was important, significant, adn even vtial! The best way to remove a threat after all was to take it out at the source. But at this precise moment, he felt...distracted.

He advanced on her calmly, his every movement measured and calm, and his smile wide.
"And I imagine you'll still know later. The blood on you means you've killed a man today. And I've killed many. And I admit to you now EMpress...that much bloodshed and battle leaves me craving something...and I think you might be in for quite a trip." he said idly, sidling his way up to her, and setting his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eyes before he leaned down to press a hard, heavy kiss on her.
 
She looked at her own robe now, her nose crinkled at the large blood stain. This was yet another robe ruined, if things kept going in this direction she would have nothing else to wear. Walking to her stand alone closet, she reached for the door. Then she saw him from the corner of her eye. The look on his face was familiar, the way he moved was as well. Turning she put the large wooden closet at her back, "I imagine I will yes," she said the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. Her eyes traveled to the blood on her clothing, "craving something...." Sev's breathing was already beginning to quicken, her pulse jumped when his hands touched her. Going into the kiss easily, she mewed softly in anticipation. Her hands going to his chest, "mmm, and what sort of trip would that be," she was urging him on and she knew it. Her hands then slipped to her robe, pulling it off her shoulders letting it drop to hang from her slender waist.
 
It always came down to blood. Blood was what made it all work. It was what bound the clans together. It was what one bore on their skin as proof of their war deeds. And for a few, the shedding of blood had the effect of firing ones passions. And Northman had long counted himself amongst them. He'd half expected to be choking her half unconscious while he forced himself onto her, the last time might have been a fluke. But no, she reutrned the kiss, throwing herself into it, and he felt, more than saw, her robe sliding half off of her body. He was not in the least inclined to do anything besides what his instincts demanded. And it seemed she was agreeable.

His hand was on her collarbone, making sure she was pressed against the closet door, and then his hands came to her breasts, rough hands offering rough treatment, as he worked on her a moment before trailing down, pushing her robe to the floor. His kilt came next, falling with a quick motion. His hands gripped her thighs, adn he spared her a choice grin before hoisting her up, bringing her up to eye level with him, and pressing his lips to hers again. He wanted her badly now, badly enough he could scarcely stand it, but he also had the thought she might be in the same kind of mood, and if that was the case, one shouldn't rush into it. He lowered her down slowly, until he felt her sex starting to touch his member. He left them at that level, touching her, gently rubbing himself along her entrance, teasing her along. He lowered her down a little more, but still not enough to penetrate her, still teasing her along, loving the feel of trapping her body between his own and the wall. He broke away from the almost savage kiss he'd be in the midst of.
"Are you ready...empress?" He asked her with a wink. He waited until she opened her mouth to reply, adn then dropped her onto himself, spearing up into her in a single motion. He groaned a moment, before he strated to work his hips, keeping her off of the ground and pouding into her.
 
With the robe around her waist, Sev's hands went back to his chest. She had stopped trying to rationalize this since he had her bent over the desk earlier that day. So instead of fighting it she decided it was better to put her whole self into it. She gasped as his hands roughly handled her breasts. Sighing softly when his hands trailed down to remove her robe. It felt as if he were taking forever, when he finally lifted her to eye level. Moaning softly at first as he rubbed himself against her hot sex. Her nails digging into his skin, as she anticipated his next move. Though every time she thought it was coming he continued to tease. When she would have answered him he suddenly dropped her onto his length.

She leaned back against the wall, as he pumped hard into her. Her moans growing louder with each thrust, her walls contracting around him with in seconds. Four years ago she thought she had enjoyed the slow love making her and her late husband shared. Now she could scarcely remember what she found pleasing in it. "Ah, you feel so good," she breathed between moans.
 
"Glad to hear it..." Northman mutterd, curshing her mouth with his, and thrusting hard into her. Every motion made the closet door shake slightly, he was driving into her with all her had, that hot, smooth feel of her wrapped around his shaft driving him to distraction. ANd passion. He began to grunt as he pounded into her, each movement bringing him closer and closer along. He broke off the kiss to lean down and bite, but this time lower, his teeth dragging along the top of her breast where it would be covered by her robe normally. A private mark. One just for them. Northman began to wonder if the closet was going to hold up under the assault they were putting into it.
 
Her hands held on tighter to him, her tongue brushed against his. Her moans came in time with each of his thrusts. She could feel that familiar heat begin traveling through her body as he brought her closer to the edge. Her walls began to contract around him, her fingers digging into his skin as he dragged his teeth along her breast. The sound of the closet hitting the wall would more then likely be heard on the other side. She could hear as the contents inside fell to the floor of the closet itself.
 
Each thrust drove them harder, and brought Northman closer to his ending. He could feel her contracting, getting closer herself, which only spurred him onwards. With a grunt, then a long, satisfied groan, as he plunged himself into her to the root one last time, feeling himself release inside of her. The thrust was enough that the closet door gave a crack, a fracture line appearing in the middle of the finely tooled wood. He held her close to him a moment before pulling back, and finishing things with another fierce kiss, his tongue touching hers gently before pulling away, and lowering her to the floor. He smield at her.
"Not quite what I expected to be doing when you took me out of the pits." He admit to her with a wink.
 
Crying out again, as they both found their release. Sev couldn't help but wonder if she would have a few bruises on her back. If it was enough to crack the hard wood of her closet, there would surely be some sort of mark. He set her to the floor, she had to use the sturdy closet to keep from sinking to the floor. "Mmm, I wasn't planning on it going this way," she said with a smile. Her breathing was heavy, and her pulse pounded in her ears. She looked down at the new mark that he gave her, glad that it was now able to be hidden. With a deep breath she gave in, slipping to the floor down the front of the closet.
 
Northman looked down at her as she sank to the floor. He pulled his kilt from the floor, and fastened it into place. He smiled, adn stepped to her, lifting her up off of the floor. He carried her over to her bed, adn set her down on it, taking another kiss from her as he did. He stood.
"You should rest Empress. I'll deal with the trash on the balcony. Your peopel will likely want to make sure that you're safe come the morning." He said in a lazy drawl. He had to admit that there was nothing better than a bracing fight, and bout of rough, passionate sex to follow. The Empress was proving to be a very...beneficial employer. He pushed open the glass dorrs, adn began to toss the bodies off of it. It would be easier to deal with them below than up here.
 
The Empress went easily into his arms, sighing as he kissed her one more time. Nodding as he suggested that she rest. Even with her late husband she had never been this exhausted. She barely heard his words before her eyes started closing, "mmm come back to me when you are done." Her words were but a whisper, but loud enough for him to hear her.

Hours later she felt him join her in the massive bed. Barely opening her eyes she curled up next to him, enjoying the heat from his body. "I didn't think you would actually come back to me," her arm draped over his waist and her head rested on his chest.



***one week later***

The first rays of light streaked across the sky, as The Empress laid in her bed. Fast asleep after one of Northman's passionate sessions. Her people were more then aware of what was happening with in her chambers on any given day. None said a word about it though, none really dared to. Fear of Northman's retaliations kept them quiet about the whole thing.

As always he had already left her bed, it seemed to be his way. The days had grown hotter in the last week, making it necessary to have the balcony doors open. The soft fabric that hung from them blew in the light breeze coming into the room. Severina was sleeping heavily, something she rarely did. Anyone coming into her room would go unnoticed, at least by her. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling with each.
 
Northman looked around the training area. His work had been ratyher intense. It was a good thing to be doing, teaching these guards more effective combat techniques. Each of them had been issued an axe to supplement their weapons, giving them a way of hammering through armour. And each of them was getting stronger from the training. The only ones that didn't attend the training were the ex-Praetorians. Northman had nothing but respect for those men. Cold, hard, and merciless, he'd sparred with them but once, and found them the most professional warriors he'd met. In these men, he had confidence. He moved away from the training field.

The last week he'd settled in nicely to his role in this place. Patrol the area, train with the guards, and then spend time with the Empress. Vigorous, exhausting time. He was getting used to this civilized woman, and he admitted that he was ready to vent his displeasure on any who questioned him. He was far easier going lately though. Apparently part of his belligerence was pent up frustration. And regular sessions with her was sorting that out. The hair on the back of his neck bristled. SOmething was wrong. He flicked his eyes around. There it was. Forms on the roof. he started to run when he skid to a halt, bringing his shield up to deflect a tthrown axe. There were nine of them, and they attacked as one. These men weren't here for her. They'd come for him.

Five forms drifted down the ropes tot he balcony, moving quietly. The goal was to remove the Empress. They looked within, and saw her sprawled out on the bed. And the thought of simply sticking a knife in her faded. It would be such a waste. They advanced, and in a single, smooth motion, pounced on her, four men going for her limbs, pinning her to the bed, while the last came on a little slower, letting her see him coming.
 
There had been no other attacks, and it allowed for The Empress to relax a bit. This routine that she and Northman had fallen into already feeling familiar. Sure they got a few side ways glances from the towns people, but for the most part they were shy smiles. They could see the change in their Empress, and weren't about to ruin the smile that seemed to permanently be on her face. After the death of the Emperor, she seemed melancholy. With warrior around that all seemed like a distant memory. She was and always will be loyal to her late husband, she had grown to love and respect him after all. This last week with Northman was different, something she hadn't felt four years ago.

Severina was sure if she was ready to call it a feeling of love, but it was a deep fondness towards the large male who shared her bed. When ever she would catch sight of him from a distance she would blush like a school girl. Maybe it was the way he looked at her across that distance, there always seemed to be a promise in his face. A promise that tonight would be just as passionate as the one before it. That night had proven to be just that.

She wasn't even aware of the five men that dropped onto her balcony, not that there would have been much she could have done if she had. Somewhere in her sleep she thought she might have heard footsteps, but she still didn't wake from them. What did wake her was the set of hands that grabbed her. They didn't grab her in the way that Northman would, these were rough in a different manner. Sev's eyes shot open, just as the other three sets of hands grabbed a limb, holding her to the bed. First instinct was to scream out and that is what she did. "Northman," she screamed his name as loud as she possibly could. Struggling as she caught sight of the fifth man, descending on her. She pulled hard against the hands that held her, she even tried to kick at the ones holding her ankles. 'Why wasn't he here already, he should have been here by now.' Her eyes moved to the door of her bed chamber. 'Where were her guards?'

The guards in question were in fact just outside the door. The moment they heard the screaming from outside, and the little bit of commotion coming from the chamber they looked at each other. The one in charge now cracked his neck, looking at four of the other men. Everything was spiraling just as planned. "Sorry about this man, it wasn't suppose to be you," he said to the newest one to the Empresses personal guard. Putting a hand on the confused mans shoulder, he shoved the blade of his sword just under the mans ribs.

With the body slumped towards the floor, each man got in a shot on another. It was a way to keep up appearances. The new guy dies, and the others look as if they were in a rough battle. The old leader was suppose to be in this mans place, but died unexpectedly last week. Now they would wait for the assassins to do with the Empress as they see fit before entering the room.

The Empress continued to fight and scream against her captors, anything to buy time. "Stop," she begged, she felt rough hands sliding up the inside of her thigh. "Northman," she cried out again, more desperation in her voice this time. Her body stiffened as the hand reached the apex of her thighs.
 
Steel on stone sounded loudly in the air as blades ran along his shield. Northman was not one to accept an attack like this easily. His axe swept out in a wide arc, and the attackers leapt back out of reach. These men were good. Very good. And that was going to be a problem. He picked a target, adn swept his shield at him. As the man moved to avoid it, the Northman let the weight pull him forward after him. He caught the widening of his foes eye as the Northman drove his fist into the bridge of his nose. Bone broke, and a crackling pop came as the blow broke vertebrae. The man slumped, falling to the ground. A blade kissed across his back, only momentum keeping it from being a killing blow. His foes still moved to circle him, keeping him in place. A faint cry came to his ear, letting him know that this was not only an assault on him. It was to keep him occupied. He needed to wrap this up.
"Unberogen!" He roared, and moved into an attack.

Each of the men that had come for the Empress had been handpicked for the job, hired from outside of the countries around them to ensure their efficiency. Their contempt for Rome was legendary, belonging to the areas still outside of it's rule.
"Queen of the painted whores, who whores herself to the northern barbarian. It is time to broaden your client base." He sneered at her. His hand rubbed her sex, finger lingering on her clit with a practiced motion. He kept moving closer to her, his grin plastered on his face, as he undid the trousers her wore, working to free his member. The other four did likewise, before using their free hands to reach out to get a feel for her body, hands sldiing across bared flesh. Breasts, nipples, her neck, her stomach, they seemed eager to find a good hold.
 
"No, no stop," she squirmed against the mans touch. Her breathing was coming faster, as panic started to rise. She pulled against the hands holding her again, tried squirming herself free as he moved above her. Tears formed slipping from the corners of her eyes. Her body jumped as the others each touched a part of her. 'Why wasn't he coming for her?' "Please... don't do this," she plead with the man. Now bared to her from the waist down. Her body shook with the sobs she tried so hard to suppress. "Northman, please" she closed her eyes, waiting. She was sure at any moment he would coming bursting through the door.
 
Nets flew to the Northman, wrapping him, and slowing his movements. He stepped back to guard himself as he ran his axe along the nets, shearing through them. But it was at this moment that he recognized the pattern in which his foes fought. It was the same as those who had taken him before. Those that had delivered him into servitude. He felt a moment of fear, before pushing that away. It would not serve him. It would not serve her. He had to get free of this press, get on the move, get to her. He might already be too late for anything besides avenging her, but if that was all he could do, then so be it. He had to try. Gauging his foes, he made a move.

The man advancing on her chuckled.
"Your champion is dead or dying by now. They sent the hunters that laid him low before to see him off. You are alone Empress." The man assured her. He was grinning from ear to ear in anticipation. He'd never dreamed before he might touch flesh this noble, might do what he was about to. He moved between her legs, adn rubbed his hard memeber against her entrance. With a wicked grin, he pushed himself inside of her, sighing as he did. No wonder the Northman indulged so often. He ground his hips slightly, and began to pump into her, while the two men holding her arms each began to prepare cords to bind her hands.
 
Her eyes went wide for a moment at the words, but there was no way he could be either. She tried one last time to pull her arms free of the hands holding her. She tried again to squirm away from him. Whimpering a little as she felt him rub against her sex. "Please..." she cried out as he pushed into her. Eyes squeezing shut, as the tears began to flow. The grip loosened on her wrist for a quick second, only for the hands to be replaced by cording. "Please.... stop," her words hushed, knowing that they would be empty upon the ears before her. She turned her attention to the balcony doors, still left open. He would come for her, he had to come for her.
 
Northman pulled away, felt ropes pulling tight along one of his arms, knowing that this was actually not too dissimlar to how his peple hunted and brought down bears. The comparison was not entirely un-apt. He lunged into the rope, unbalancing the one holding it. That proved a fatal mistake, the huge axe splitting his head like a melon. Northman took a second to sever the rope on his arm short, making it impossible to grip without getting entirely too close to him. Other ropes spun out in loops. This was becoming very familiar.

His cock working into the Empress the man only smiled, watching as the cords were attatched to her wrists. The other all nodded, and reached down. The Empress was lifted into the air, The man inside of her shifting with her, putting her over top of him while they bound her wrists together behind her back. Her hands now out of the way, another got behind her, rubbing the head of his member against her ass.
"Are you ready Empress?" He hissed at her.
 
She tried to keep focused on the door leading to the balcony. She could feel every stroke of the man inside her. She could feel as her wrists were tugged and wrapped with the cord. She would whimper a little when he would grind himself hard into her. Sev's eyes never left the door, he was going to come for her. She couldn't help the flinch as they lifted her, placing her on top of the male. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment as the other prepared himself behind her. Why did he even bother asking the question, it wasn't as if she said no he would stop. Instead she stayed silent, and went back to watching the balcony. If she could keep quiet when Northman did this, she could do it easier this time around.

She refused to give them that bit of satisfaction at least.
 
With a grunt, he pushed himself inside of her ass. He gasped at the tightness he found there. ANy slack in her body was gone from the penetration to the front, and he rocked his hips, getting himself set up. Another man stepped onto the bed, and put a hand in her hair, bringing her face around the his member, standing errect and in front of her.
"Take it into your mouth Empress. And if I feel any teeth..." He warned, placing a dagger against the side of her face. "...I start cutting pieces off." He brought his member closer to her mouth as the two already inside of her started to buck their hips, moving her on their cocks. The one under her lifted his hands to her breasts, squeezing, giving her something to lean against. The one in her ass leaned around, a finger brushing along her clit, wanting to make sure that she felt this.
 
Her body tensed for only a moment, as he pushed himself inside her. She willed her body to relax, another whimper escaped however, as he adjusted himself. Her attention was forced away from the balcony door, and centered on yet another of the men. Her eyes stared blankly up at the man, she flinched a little as the cold blade was placed against her cheek. Sev gasped as she took him between her lips, both f the other men began moving inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut again, no longer having the door to focus on.
 
The man in her mouth kept his grip, adn began to pump his hips at her with a groan. He was loving the feel of her lips on his shaft, adn looked down at her with a smile.
"More tongue whore! Put some effort into it!" He barked at her. The pair of members inside of her worked in at alternating strokes, actually making it a little easier on her for a whle before one of them slowed, and began to move in synch, both shafts pushing into her, stretching her, filling her more completely. The last two men looked frustrated that they were denied access to her body, and reached out, untying her hands, and moving them out to have her hands wrap around their shafts. They gave her arms a pump to encourage her along, but get some grip on the cord to make sure that she couldn't move her hands very far.
 
'Why wasn't he coming for her? Could they have been right, did they actually kill him?' Internally she groaned at the command given to her. The blade at her cheek was the only reason she complied. Her tongue moved to the tip, circling the head a few times. When the two members began stroking inside her in unison she groaned a little. She would see them dead after this, even if she had to do it herself. Her body jumped when the last two grabbed her wrists untying them. Sealing their own fates by this action of forcing her hands around them.
 
All five of them at once, working the Empress like a common whore with grins. THis had not been part of the deal that they had made, but they certainly found it to be a good bonus to their deal. Each movement became more aggressive, each man beginning to groan as they felt themselves starting to tighten inside of her. They'd never had their way with a royal womaan like this before, andit was entirely too intoxicating for their senses.
"Almost...ready Empress...for our finish." THe man underneath her said, leaning forward, adn taking one of her nipples into his mouth, while the man in her ass, began to rub her clit far mroe aggressively, trying t see if they could get her off with them.
 
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