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Favoured of the Crowd (Alvis & Last Breath)

They started to get more aggressive, the more aggressive they got the more pain there was. Each of them began to pulse at the same time, she knew what was coming next. Sev whimpered a little as one took a nipple into his mouth and the other began rubbing roughly at her clit. Apparently thinking he could get her to enjoy this. He would be sorely disappointed. Another sound of pain as their thrusting got just that much more aggressive.
 
Knees hit the ground, Northman finally pulled down, ropes stretching from hsi limbs, keeping him in place. Four men were left, adn they were panting. ROpes had been tied off to trees, adn anythign else they could quickly get to, managing to immobilze him. One of them, the least wounded stepped forward, and shook his head.
"Your time in the pits did you credit Northman. We very nearly could not contain you." He said calmly, readying a short blade for a downward stab to slay the man. He hesitated. "And yet you smile. WHy is that?"
"My ancestors await me on the other side. ANd they smile at my victories. Can you say the same?" Northman replied. The other man shook his head, adn stabbed down, aiming at the face of the big man. Northman smiled as he saw teh aim. Amateur. This tam might be very good at capturing people, but they clearly had no experience in killing their quarry.

The man in her mouth pulled her face down onto him, pressing his cock into her throat, and holding it there for a few moments as he let himself release, straight down her throat. He sighed as he did so, and then withdrew. The half frantic movements of her hands brought the two she gripped to their end, shooting their seed onto her arms and sides. The last two grunted, the one behind her jamming himself into her ass, adn letting himself loose, cumming inside of her ass. He held himself in place, providing the extra tension of his presence, while continuing to rub her clit. THe last of them began to pant, letting her know he was almost at his end.
 
She felt as each hot spurt hit the back of her throat, she would have pulled away if she could. When he finally withdrew himself from her mouth, she took a much needed breath. Just in time to feel the two in her hands release. Gods she was going to make them suffer. Barely able to keep from crying out as the other thrust hard into her, it was at least almost over for now. All she needed was to get to the dagger she had in the table beside her bed. She kept her eyes from traveling to it's location. She then felt the last of the five begin to pulse inside her.
 
As the blade came down, Northman jerked tot he side, putting his head out of the way. The blade lanced down, piercing into his body, but severing no less the three of the ropes. His hand came up, stabbing fingers into the eyes of his attacker, and pulling the blade from his shoulder. A few quick swipes severed the ropes from him, and he threw it at another. His hand swept low, gripping his axe, adn charging forward, pulling a man from his feet. Fast, brutal moves slew the last of the team. He took a few deep breaths, steadying himself, and takign acount of his wounds. The last one was bad. He knew it would cause more than a few problems soon. But right then, he had his strength. He caught a runner, who finally had the courage to approach.
"Send the Praetorians to the Empress. Now." He ordered. As the runner fled, Northman made his way to the balcony.

The Praetorians approached the chambers of the Empress. A dead guard lay, and the others looked wounded.
"Stand! What attacked you?" The lead Praetorian shouted at the guards. Their voice was loud enough to carry into the main chamber.

The voice made the killers hesitate, looking at the doors. Time to go. The man beneath the Empress began to grunt in time, his thrusts coming faster and harder, and he grinned, about to relase himself...When a whistling sound came, sending two of the men falling to the floor, small axes in their skulls. The two men not inside of the Empress leapt back, seeing a bloody Northman on the balcony.
"Sorry I'm late." He snarled, adn advanced. The man under the Empress scrambled, trying to extricate himself from her to help in the coming fight. He pulled free of her, spilling onto the sheets, the Empress momentarily forgotten.
 
As expected someone came down the hall, lucky for the Empresses guard they had already finished with wounding each other. The man in charge spoke up, "there were just to many of them.... they came out of the shadows." His face looked stricken with grief as he looked upon the body of the man he had just killed. "They took him out first, we barely had time to react."

Sev heard the shouting from outside her chambers, it wasn't Northman but at least this would be over. The man beneath her became frantic, in a race to finish himself off. Her hands now free gripped the blankets. She heard whistling first, then she watched as two of them fell. He came for her, she knew he would come for her. As the man pulled himself from her she fell to the bed for only a moment. The retrieved the dagger from the bedside table. As he stood to face her warrior she thrust the silver blade into his back. The mans eyes went for a brief second before falling to his knees.
 
The leader of the Praetorians was not a stupid man. He was in fact a very sharp one. He had served more than one Emperor, and had seen war and assassins in plenty. As a young man, he'd acted on orders to remove an Emperor from power by the edge of his sword. And he'd long learned to read a scene. Attacked. But there were no fallen enemies. No blood stains from where they had been wounded. And the men looked to be not even out of breath. his was not a furious battle. This was treason. A set up. And if he was wrong he'd accept what came to him. A swift gesture had his team in motion, and all of them let fly with the pilum javelins they carried. THe weapons hit hard, punching into the front of the shields that teh guards threw up to ward themselves. The Praetorians advanced on them, and brought feet up to stamp on the pilum. The act dragged the shields down, adnt he men off balance, exposing them to the vicious stabs of the Praetorians.

Blood misted inthe air as the killers who had lingered attacked, the Northman barely able to stand, but each blow of his axe still a lethal strike. He was breathing hard as he looked over to the Empress, seeing her holding a bloodied blade. He smiled at her, and sat on the floor.
"I am sorry. I was...beset. Took longer...than I wanted to get to you." He half mumbled. His shoulder was burning now, the wound no longer being supressed by the surging adrenaline.
 
Sev crawled to the floor with him, taking his face in her hands. She kissed his lips before looking at his shoulder. "They tried to tell me you were dead. I told them it was impossible, you can't die." She tore at what was left of her robe, pushing the bunched up fabric against his shoulder. Outside the door, she could hear the fight going on with her guards. She would ask about it later, for now her attention was on Northman. Resting her forehead against his she looked into his eyes. "You better not die on me Northman, I can't loose another man that I love." The words left her mouth before she knew they were coming, but she wouldn't even try to take them back.
 
Northman looked at her as she pressed the robe to his wound, slowing the bleeding. He smiled.
"Ragnar." He said quietly. "I am Ragnar, Son of Disa, of the clan Silverfire, of the tribe of the Wintermoon. Northman was what they called me when they could not force my name from my lips. I give it to you no...Sev." His voice was quiet as he lifted his hand to touch her face. He smiled at her, blinking, feeling leaden and tired. He knew that was not the best sign he could have felt.

The Praetorians forced the door open, seeing the Empress and Ragnar on the floor, ad crossed to them quickly.
"Empress. The palace is secure. We need to get the Northman to a healer, and quickly. If you will allow us?" He said, gesturing to the large man.
 
Sev smiled as he spoke, of course he would have been a pain in the ass when they tried to get his name. She kept her forehead against his, using one hand to stroke his cheek. "Well that makes things a little easier," she frowned when his voice grew quieter. She used her free hand to hold his to her face. Kissing his lips, just as the Praetorians forced there way into the room. She never even looked in their direction. "Take him, and make it fast." She didn't care what protests he might have on the subject, she would listen to them. He could be mad at her later for it. Reluctantly she sat back allowing them room to lift him. Ragnar was was a large man, and it took all men available to carry him through the door and down the hall.
 
The wound was deep, and would have likely felled a lesser man long before. But Ragnar was not such a man. It took some time before he was back to his full abilities, and in that time, Rome was not idle. Identifying the assassins had been accomplished, and punitive army had been sent to destroy the country, and had started the war that the country had been hoping to avoid with the removal of the Empress. They were paying for that now.

Ragnar, the Northman, stayed within Rome, living his days as the COnsort to the EMpress, having no desire to supplant her as leader of the nation. Her spirits lifted by the solid presence beside her, the Empress had several children with him, much to the displeasure of the senate and noble houses. None of this mattered, as the children became powerful members of the senate, and other skilled warrior within the legions. The line started with Sev and Ragnar would endure for an age to come, and change the very fabric of Rome.
 
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