Neri

Celtic Warriors

Hmm may have a thought do you want us facing each other or working together.

What about being brothers, but being rivals, perhaps some old feud?

Brothers in arms.

Yes. We do something together, but each of us knows he cannot trust the other.

Sounds like a working idea.

Now the period.

I'm thinking either knights, or Celts.

Celts could be good. Swords and daggers and human sacrifice.

Two of the warrior elite of our clan rivals since childhood.

Yes, each of us would like to be the best warrior.

Both admired.

Constantly be compared to each other by the clan.

Yes. I admire you, too, but I would like to kill you, to remain the only great warrior. And, even if I don't tell anybody, I desire you.

I cannot help but admire and lust after you as well.

Yes. A mix of different feelings.

Now the king is old. He will be soon sacrificed, as it is usual in our tribe. Each of us desires to become king.

The druids have decided that we must prove our claim.

Yes. The best will become king after the sacrifice, the other will die.

The druids send us off to prove our worth either by bringing the heads of our enemies or by being the only survivor.

So we decide to attack a group of warriors of another clan, to kill them and cut their heads.

We gather our weapons; paint our bodies and wear or gold torcs, two hairy Celts take off to find glory or death.

We are naked and I admire your strong, hairy body, your big cock and nuts. My throat is dry. But I must concentrate on killing.

I also feel a lust for your body, cock getting hard. Then we spot four warriors ahead.

We move silently towards them, hiding behind the trees. When we are near them, I look at you, but seeing your body troubles me.

Big muscular and hairy, I grab my spear and look at you nodding that I am ready.

I nod, too, and I move quickly. The warriors see us, but my sword cut off one head. One of the warriors faces me. We fight.

I charge in next to you I toss my spear impaling one through his gut and draw my sword.

In the duel, my sword falls, but I grab my dagger and I hit the second warrior in his belly. He grunts. I hit him a second time. The killing intoxicates me. I am hard. And lusty.

He drops his sword grabbing your hand in his gut and the other on your shoulder, I take the head of the man I speared and turn towards the other, cock hard and bouncing, ass cheeks flexing.

I smile. I like the feeling of his hand on mine, the blood pouring from his belly on my hand. I like the grimace of pain and lust on his face. I stab him a third time, his hand still grabbing mine.

His eyes go wide and he grunts coughing up blood that sprays on your hairy chest. You hear swords clash as I engage my last opponent.

I look at you. I see your back, your hairy ass. The desire is too strong. I look at you hitting your opponent.

Your opponent sinks to his knees all but dead, my back muscles move under my hairy skin as I swing at my opponent.

I move towards you, the dagger in my hand. I don't know what I am doing. Pre-cum dripping from my hard cock.

Leg muscles bunch as I stab my sword into the belly of my opponent.

I look at you, without moving. I look at the blood running on the dying man belly and on your belly, too.

I grab his head by the hair and run my sword through his chest.

I stagger, as you had wounded me. Blood on your body, mixing with your hair.

With a swing I remove his head, his body shooting cum and falling at my feet.

I nod. I cannot stand. I kneel near the body of the warrior I killed and I begin to cut his head off with my dagger. But I look at you, at your strong body covered in blood, at your cock, so hard, so big, at your balls.

I drop my head next to you and go to collect the head and my spear from my other kill. "Looks like we are tied again".

I nod. I cannot speak. I grab the warrior's head by his long hair and I look at his eyes. Then I look at you.

Big, massive, pulling the spear from the body, grabbing the head.

Turning towards you, cock hard, blood running down my chest.

Suddenly I stand up. I move towards you, my dagger in my right hand, and the severed head in the left.

"Two heads each. How do you think we should settle this?"

I gulp. "Only one of us will come back, with five heads." And while I say this, I look at your big hard cock.

"So you think it’s time to settle this, do you?"

"Yes, it is time. Time to fight. I'll fuck you while you are dying, Dan. Then I'll cut your head off and I'll take your torc."

I drop the head, gripping my sword. “You think so?"

I nod. I don't know what will happen, but I want to kill and fuck you or to be killed and fucked by you. "Yes, Dan. You are a dead man."

"So be it." I step in, thrusting my sword at your belly.

I jump, avoiding your sword. I try to hit you with my dagger, but you manage to grab my wrist. I kick your balls with my knees.

I grunt in pain twisting your wrist, as I bend over in pain.

I push you and we fall on the dirt. You lose your sword, you have no more weapons, but you still grab my wrist. Our bodies touch.

Hairy bodies wrestling in the dirt. I grab your balls in my free hand.

I grunt. In the fight your body is behind me. I can feel your chest against my back, your cock against my ass. The pain in my balls is terrible, you are crushing them. The feeling of your cock troubles me.

Pulling you against me I thrust my cock into your ass.

I scream the pain and the pleasure overwhelming me. I feel feeble. Your cock so hard, so big, ravages my ass and I know I want it. Your hand crushes my balls. I cannot resist anymore. I slowly yield. Your hand grabbing my wrist moves the blade towards my belly. My cock is hard.

Now to impale you twice, I shove my cock in to the base, and stab the dagger into your gut.

I scream again, in a frenzy of pain and pleasure. I know I am a dead man. "You are the best, Dan. You are the warrior, the male, the king."

”Fuck, yes, I am!” I start to thrust back and forth in your ass the dagger doing the same in your gut.

I grunt and I groan, in endless pain, but pleasure increasing, your hand still crushing my balls. The suffering is terrible, but I want it. I have yielded, completely. I am only your slut.

Suddenly I pull both weapons out, flip you on your back spread, your legs and shove my cock in your ass again.

I scream again, looking at you, the warrior, the winning, the male. I am dying.

I start ball slapping, as I thrust and pound your ass I shove your dagger into your gut just under the sternum.

I scream in pain, the world is fading. "Dan... You..."

“Say it, fucker, say it!” your body jiggling with my pounding.

I try to smile in my agony. "You... are... the male". Pain in my ass, pain in my belly, pain in my chest, pain in my balls. I crave for death. I look at your face. You are enjoying killing and fucking me. It is right. It is good.

Fuck, yes, I am enjoying it, now your death will make me shoot; I pull the dagger and shove it in your heart.

I groan, the pain strong, but the pleasure even stronger, my cock shooting a large amount of cum, falling on our bellies and chests, even on my beard.

My asshole twitching and milking your cock.

Your spasms as you die grip my cock and I shudder as I shoot in your ass

You lay on me, and then you slowly rise yourself. You look at my corpse. You despise me, now.

You proved to be weak. Standing over you, cock dripping, blood in my fur.

You think I was not a real male, only a slut. You spit on my body.

Taking your head won’t be a trophy, so I leave it. I gather my heads and grab your feet to drag you back to the clan.

You take my torc off my neck: I don't deserve it. You move, dragging my corpse, with the four heads in a sack.

The victor, a powerful Celt, ready to take power.

The dead man, a corpse to be left to the wild animals, after the men of the tribe have pissed on it.

Our tribes are enemies and we try to kill the other tribe's warriors and to take their heads, to put them on poles in front of our houses.

Of course your head is a great trophy, as you are a champion.

I have managed to defeat five of your warriors and your head would be a great triumph

Each of us wants to avenge his friends and kill the other, to have his head. But each of us admires the other one, his masculinity.

Both of us big hairy examples of our tribes.

Yes. I am an ageing man, still very strong, grey and black hair, bearded.

Shaved head thick beard, hairy and tattooed

Yes, I am tattooed to, but I have long hair, because in our tribe we use so.

I walk in the wood. I know you are not far. I have a spear, a sword and a knife. I hope to find you, to kill you. I am horny.

Knowing we must finish this I await you in the woods, naked and ready.

I’m naked, too: so we always fight. I think that I'll kill you and fuck you, while you are dying. My cock is stiffening. I smile. I move cautiously.

I stand in an open field waiting like a warrior, no sneaking. "Come out and face me, Black."

I see you, but you cannot see me. Looking at you, at your massive body, at your big cock and balls makes me hard. I silently move behind the trees. I am planning to throw my spear.

Head down. Listening. Taking deep slow breaths, I know you’re near.

Now I can see your huge, hairy back, your big hairy ass. My throat is dry. I grab my spear and I throw it at you.

I hear your movement as you throw; I step to the side spinning with my own spear and knock yours aside.

I jump on you, my sword in my hand. "I'll kill you, Dan, and your head will be my trophy."

I slap my spear butt across your head as you charge in, staggering you long enough to pull my own sword and face you.

The blow stuns me, but I quickly recover. I move my sword, trying to pierce your belly. "I'll fuck your ass, Dan. You'll be my slut." I laugh.

I block your attack and try to return it "Your ass or mine, one is getting raped tonight.”

"Yes. And when I have raped you, I'll slice your cock and balls and put them into your mouth." I laugh again. It is one of the usual menaces. But your naked, strong body arouses me.

“You can hope" I attack with a series of slashes and thrusts, my cock hard and waving around as I move.

I fight, moving back, and then attacking. I look at your huge hard cock and I am more and more troubled.

You attention is focused on my big cock and balls, I duck under your swing and stab at your belly.

I scream in pain, my belly bleeding. I move quickly backwards. "Fuck! I'll kill you, Dan. I'll kill, rape and castrate you!"

"Doesn’t seem likely." I laugh and attack.

I fight you back, but I feel the pain in my belly and I know I won't be able to fight long. I hate you. And I look at your cock. "Shit!"

Cock hard and dripping huge balls swinging, you see my sword flash in and stick you in your pubic bush.

I scream in pain. My sword falls. I stagger. I fall on you. My hands on your hairy chest, my body against yours, knowing I am defeated.

I grab your long hair and pull back your head "You lose, fucker."

I nod. "You won. My head will be your trophy. You deserve it."

"Damn right I do" but first I throw you to the ground.

I fall. My belly aches, but my cock is hard. I look at you. I know what you are going to do. And I know I want it, even if I wouldn't admit it.

I stick my sword in the ground and stand over you.

I look at you, at your huge hard cock, at your hairy balls, at your belly. Such a man!

I start to piss on you showing my lack of respect for your fighting skills.

I am astonished, but I accept my defeat. I let your piss run on my body and on my face, I drink some of it. When you stop pissing, I say: "You are the winner."

"Yes" I kneel between your legs.

I slowly nod. It's the last humiliation, your triumph.

“Spread your legs, bitch!"

I obey, knowing you despise me.

I get between your legs and push my cock inside you.

I almost scream. It's painful, but I know I want it; I want to feel your huge cock into my ass, my killer's cock.

I push it in balls deep.

I grab your nipples and twist.

I grunt, I groan, waves of pain and pleasure in my body. "Dan!"

I start to fuck you hard, pounding your ass, my balls slapping.

I feel your cock ravaging my ass, the pain increasing, but my cock is hard and I am going to cum. "You... you..."

I grab your cock and my dagger still fucking. “Cum for me, you bitch!”

I feel the pleasure growing. I nod. "Yes, my lord." I cum, a great amount of load falling on my body and yours. The best orgasm of my life.

As I see your cum shoot, I slice your hard cock off, then shove it in your mouth as you start to scream.

I scream, but my cock suffocates my scream. The pain is unbearable. The humiliation is terrible. Tears in my eyes.

Pounding you hard, my own orgasm building, I push the blade in your throat.

The blood suffocates me; I drown in an ocean of blood and pain.

As you slowly die, you grip my cock.

Your huge cock, my killer's cock, a real man's cock.

I start shooting my load all across your quivering body.

Covering my bloody body with cum.

Sweating hair sticking to my body I sit and watch as you slowly stop twitching

While you look at my agony, you hear a noise, but before you can turn, you feel a strong pain in your back and belly and lowering your eyes, you see a spear protruding from your belly. Someone hat hit you from the back.

“Aaagh!”, grabbing at my belly

Someone approaches. A man of another tribe. He laughs. "Two great warriors for me. Two valuable trophies."

Coughing up blood, "You coward".

He laughs. He knows he is coward. He should have fought against you. "You are going to die, Dan, and your head will be my trophy. But before finishing you off, I'll fuck you, as you fucked this slut." He laughs again.

I try to stand grabbing at my sword.

He takes his own sword and he plunges it into your belly. You stagger and fall.

“Gaaah. I’ll be dead before I let you fuck me." Rolling, trying to get a weapon.

He jumps on you, he stabs you in your belly again, then he throws away your weapons, he extracts his spear and he forces you to lie on your belly.

Bloody hole in my hairy back, trying to crawl.

He is on you. You can feel his body on yours, his cock pushing against your asshole and finally entering it. He grunts and he begins to fuck your ass.

Groan, laying under him, bleeding, feeling his cock in my ass, the cock of a coward, its size not causing me pain. I laugh.

"Why are you laughing?"

Spitting blood, "I'm waiting for you to enter me, bastard."

"Fuck!" I rage. I take my cock out. I grab my dagger and I push it into your asshole, up to the hilt.

“Aaaagh!” I buck in pain. "Fucking coward!" "Can’t kill a real man in fair combat and can’t fuck him either."

"I am a coward, perhaps, but you'll be killed and fucked by this coward!" I am in a fury. I take the dagger away and I push my cock in. I begin again to fuck your bleeding, wounded ass.

Groaning, feeling your cock in my ass, “Yeah, but you won’t be bragging about this kill."

"I will, I will! I'll say I have won two warriors in a duel." And while I tell you this, I cum into your ass.

Coughing. Laughing.

"I know something you don't."

I stand up. I turn you on your back with my foot. "What are you saying, you, fool?"

You can see my body, your blood on my cock.

Laying there, big hairy chest and bloody belly heaving, huge cock hard and dripping, big bull balls. "I didn't come alone you stupid fucker."

I look around, worried. Nobody. "You lie!" I kneel, I take my dagger and I move the point to your chest. "Time to die, you are a dead man."

Looking you in the eye "Do it, kill me, but know this I brought witnesses to watch and report to my tribe if I fell." "Kill me, you coward"

I laugh, worried. I push the dagger into your heart.

"Fuck" I buck as you tear into my heart, cum shooting across my belly and chest.

I look at your beautiful, strong body, my dagger into your heart. I look at the cum mixing with blood. I look around. Nobody. I begin to lick your cum, every drop of it. I lick your cock, I take your cock into my mouth, and I taste it. This is wonderful.

Strong salty man seed.

Yeah! Then I turn you on your belly and I begin to lick your asshole. It is great.

Big man flopping around as you enjoy my body.

I lick it, I sniff it, and I caress it, taking pleasure in your dead body. Then I take my sword and I cut your head off. A beautiful trophy for my cabin.

Bearded, eyes staring.

I look at the other body, at his cock into his mouth. I see he is twitching. Not completely dead, yet. I shake my head. "You are only a slut, but your head will be a good trophy, too." I turn him on his belly, I grab my spear and I push it into his ass, up to the heart. Then I cut his head off, too.

Two big bear bodies and two heads for your collection.

I am proud. I have killed two great warriors and I have their heads. I am brave. I'll be the hero of my tribe. Before leaving with the two heads, I piss on your corpse. I look at the piss mixing with the blood. "Such a man! And I killed him!"

You go back to your tribe, proudly carrying the heads. The druids have guards grab you; two men from my tribe stand there. The druids ask what you did.

I am shocked. "I kill these warriors, I am a great warrior. Why did you grab me?"

"These men say they witnessed the fight. Dan killed Black and while he was taking his trophy you attacked from behind. Is this true?"

"No, it isn't. They lie because I killed their best warrior." But I am afraid, now.

"You will be held until we can investigate this matter.” "We will examine the bodies."

I bend my head. I know I have no chance.

You are held in your hut for an hour then they call you out to face them.

"Do you have anything to add?"

I shake my head. I know I am a dead man.

The bodies are brought out. "Dan was clearly stabbed from behind with a spear do you deny this"

"No, I don't" I know it is useless to lie. I am going to die and not a quick death.

"You admit your part in this."

"Yes, I do." What else can I say?

The head druid nods at you. Guards they drag you to the sacrificial alter.

I don't try to resist. No way of escape. The drums begin their music, the druids their song. A traitor's death... I shudder.

First they castrate you, taking your balls in one quick slice.

I scream in pain. Tears in my eyes.

A druid steps in front of you with a blade.

I look at him, shuddering.

He stabs you in the chest a quick thrust in and out, then they throw you face down.

I scream again. I lay on the dirt, in my agony.

The druids watch your death throes reading the future in your spasming back muscles as you die.

The world slowly fading. I hoped to be considered a hero and I die as a traitor.

When you stop moving they take your dead body and lay it on the slab.

A traitor's corpse.

Chanting they cut your heart from your proud warriors chest and toss it in the fire.

Then they leave my body in the forest, to be eaten by the wild animals.

III

Been a while since we did something Celtic or maybe something with a war?

Both are good. Celtic could be daggers and swords, a war guns. And of course hands for strangling...

Strangling, is that something on you mind?

Yes: I have a large range of ways of dying I love. And you?

Oh, you know me, while I love being shot or stabbed in the heart, I can work with anything.

So I'll manage to shoot/stabbed you in the heart and you can slowly strangle me while you fuck me...

We can work with that, any preference on era or setting?

No, I like every epoch. What do you have in mind?

Hmm thinking.

I think some kind of soldiers, just need an era.

It could be Romans against Celtic warriors, for instance. We are two Celtic warriors.

That would work, a battle, sneaking into the enemy camp, or a random encounter in the woods?

Sneaking into the enemy camp. You are the best warrior of our tribe and we want to kill the Roman officer leading the troops.

We will kill him and get his head for the honor it will bring.

Yes, this is our goal.

The Romans are very arrogant about us Barbarians; they don't fear a night raid

Yes. They have some sentinels, of course, but they are sure nobody will dare to approach.

Looking at their camp, "You think we can sneak in?"

"Yes, there are two sentinels. I'll kill the one near the tent there; you'll kill the one under the tree." I grab my dagger.

“Agreed.” I pull have my dagger in hand, ready to move.

We move slowly. The sentinel doesn't suspect anything. I reach the tent. I am behind the sentinel, now. I put my hand over his mouth and I stab his belly: I like killing, I like my victims' pain. He grunts.

He stiffens in your grip thinking: ‘Fuck! I should have worn armor’. He struggles

I stab him again, his belly twice and then his crotch. I know you don't like my way of killing, but it doesn't matter. I am hard, now, really hard, and I stab his heart.

He grunts and squeals like a stuck pig, but your hand over his mouth muffles it, after you stab his heart, he bucks in your grip, then goes limp, cum dripping as you lower him to the ground

I approach my guard; he is relaxed, not suspecting I am there.

He didn't hear any noise. He looks around. He needs to piss. He moves to the tree, he fishes out his cock and he begins to empty his bladder.

I slip up behind him. Smelling his man stink and piss, I get hard. I grab his mouth and pull him back onto my wand in his back.

He tries to fight, to scream, but you are too strong.

His struggles only make me harder; I pull the blade and stab him higher into his ribs, as his piss runs.

He feels the world vanishing, he cannot resist anymore. He knows he is a dead man.

I twist the knife into his heart.

He goes limp, dead.

I hold him against me for a little bit feeling the cum dripping from his cock on my hand before I let him drop.

I approach. I am still hard. Killing is great. I sniff the odor. "His last piss". I laugh. "And cum, too". I laugh again.

“Yes.” I lick it off my hand, and then look around the camp, no one is the wiser.

"The officer's tent is there. Let's go and kill that son of bitch."

“Yes, let’s get the bastard.”

I start moving quietly towards his tent.

I follow you. I look at your large, strong back. Such a man! I am hard and the idea of killing makes me harder. We reach the tent.

Stop outside listening.

We hear a heavy breathing. Someone grunting, moaning. "What the fuck?" We peep inside. Two shadows on the ground: the officer is fucking a soldier. "Shit!"

I look at you smiling. “Do we let them finish?” I whisper.

I laugh. "No, better if they cum dying."

“Well, we don't want them screaming; any thoughts on how we stop them?”

"Hum... we should kill the officer cutting his throat. The soldier won't have the time to understand what's happening."

“Works for me; you want him or the soldier?

"Him. Is it OK for you?"

“That's fine, the soldier looks worthy of me” I grab my cock and smile.

I laugh. We slowly enter the tent. The officer is fucking and he doesn't notice anything. We slowly approach.

Sword in hand, I wait for you to grab the officer before I kill the soldier.

I look at the two shadows fucking in the dark. I bend, I put my hand on the officer's mouth and I pull him towards me, while I stab his chest, twice.

He jerks coughing as you stab him. I slip by and shove my sword into the soldier’s chest.

The officer is still alive. I throw him on the ground; I push my dagger through his heart. He coughs blood and he lays limp.

The soldier yelps when I stab him grabbing the sword in his chest. Just as he is about to scream, I twist the blade, ribs crack and his heart is destroyed. He shudders and goes limp.

With my dagger I begin to cut the officer's head off. Then I grab his hard cock and his balls and I severe them, too. I put them into the officer's mouth.

I grunt as you work. Unable to resist, I slip between the soldiers legs and push my cock inside.

I look at you. I grunt. Seeing you fucking is great. You are such a man! I am very hard, now. I could fuck the officer's ass. I turn is body and I push my cock into is ass.

Being an officer he has a tight virgin ass for you still warm, I grunt as I cum inside the soldier.

The feeling is great. I look at you, now standing near the dead soldier, your huge cock still hard. It's dark, but I can see it. It's wonderful. I cum into the officer's ass.

I watch you finish, admiring your back and ass. “You look good.” I whisper.

I laugh, a hoarse laugh. I am troubled. "Time to go, Daniel. We have the head."

I rub my chest. "Yes, we do, but you sound troubled."

I smile. "Shit, Daniel, seeing you fucking, your hard huge cock... Shit!" I laugh.

I grab it, massaging it, you want to try it?"

"Shit, Daniel... I don't know... I don't think I could stand it... Shit!" But I am tempted.

I step close, you are a warrior, you face swords a lot bigger than this every time we go into battle.

"Swords kill... and your cock too... I never... Shit, Dan..." I can feel the warmth of your body, your strong male odor.

I grab your shoulders bringing you closer, cocks rubbing each other.

I feel feeble. I cannot stand. I slowly kneel in front of you. You cock is near my lips. I can smell it.

I rub your head. “Taste my power, Brian.”

I nod. I begin to lick your cock, slowly. Then I take it into my mouth, sucking it.

“Mmmm… fuck, yes! Enjoy that warrior’s cock.”

I suck, my hands on your ass. I know I am humiliating myself, but I want to taste it.

I moan slowly flexing my ass, pushing into your mouth.

It almost suffocates me. I go on licking and sucking, and then I stop. I look at your face in the darkness. "Do you want to fuck my ass, Daniel?"

“Yes, I want you.” I get on my knees behind you and holding you across the belly I start to push in.

I manage not to scream, but the pain is unbearable. "Don't, Daniel, don't. I cannot. It is too painful!"

“It’s too late, now, be the man you are.” I push in deep.

I close my eyes. I grunt in pain. I cannot bear it, but as you say, I am a man, I have to bear it. I say "Shit". The pain is strong, but my cock is stiffening again.

I start to pump in and out slowly my hands on your shoulders and back.

I feel the pain, like a dagger into my ass, but the pleasure, too. The humiliation of offering myself to another warrior and the consciousness that I want it. I am not a warrior anymore; I am your slave, your toy.

I fuck you, feeling your ass gripping my cock; I slip my hands to your neck.

"What are you doing, Dan?" I sense that you have something in your mind.

“Well, Brian, you know there will be great honor for the one who brings the head of the commander home.”

"Shit! Dan, we..." I don't go on. I know it has to be so. You are fucking me, I have to die and you'll be the hero. "Shit! I deserve it. I am not a man anymore."

I clamp my big hands around your throat.

"Shit!" I feel your huge cock into my ass, my cock is hard, I breathe, but breathing becomes more difficult. Your big pawns around my neck. "Shit!"

Fucking harder, flesh slapping, balls swinging; I start to crush your throat.

Breathing becomes impossible. I open my mouth. Pain in my neck, a fire in my lungs. Pain in my ass, but my cock so hard. I am going to cum.

“Yes, Brian, cum! It will be your last.” pounding you hard now, my own cum ready.

The fire in my body is hell, but for a short moment the pleasure is stronger, while I cum for the last time in my life, for the only time in my death, because I die cumming.

You spasm as you shoot and die, I hold you as I too unload in your ass. When I feel your weight I let you slump over my cock still in you.

You hear some noises in the camp. One soldier found a dead sentinel.

Shit! I pull out of you standing; I grab my sword out of the dead soldier’s chest and look outside.

Three soldiers are coming. They have their swords. Other soldiers are coming out of their tents.

Fuck! I look around the tent, maybe I can go out the back. I start cutting the tent.

You hear some soldiers screaming: "There are enemies in the camp." All the soldiers are out now. Some reach the officer's tent and they see the three dead men.

Shit! Caught, I attack the first man, aiming for his chest.

He tries to stop you, but you manage to push your sword into his chest. He screams, but the other soldiers are all around you.

Cock slapping my thighs, I dodge and attack, I may not live, but I am taking them with me, I stab at another and punch at the third.

You manage to kill five men, but they are too many. A strong Roman warrior is in front of you. He is naked, he was sleeping. His cock is almost hard. He fights. You are weary.

Can’t help but notice his body and cock, impressive for a Roman, but I will kill him too, and I attack.

You manage to wound his left shoulder, but he moves quickly his sword and he pushes it into your chest, through your heart.

My sword drops as I grab the blade in my chest, I cough up blood as my cock gets as hard as ever. I look at him, "You honor me."

He smiles and he pushes his sword deeper, until it comes out of your back.

I stiffen in pain; I shudder hard as cum shoots, then I go limp.

You fall. The men look at you. They think you were a strong warrior: you killed five men and the three in the tent.

Big hairy barbarian, but a good fighter.

They grab your body and they hang it at a tree, head down. Then they dig the grave for the officer and the soldier. They leave my body in the wood, to the wild animals.

Swinging from my feet, arms dangling, cock hard. They drag you from the tent.

They bring me to the wood. They piss on my body, before leaving me there.

Bodies left as a warning to others, but it will only enrage them.

Of course. Our tribe will attack and destroy the Roman camp.

Good. We can be both Celtic warriors. We have to fight against Germans. They outnumber us.

Our tribes clash over territory.

Yes.

Dan, the battle will begin soon. It will be our last battle, you know.

If the gods call us home today I have no regrets, my friend.

Nor have I. Or perhaps...

Out with it. I will not have secrets on this day.

I nod. "Dan, you are the best warrior and the best man of our tribe. They say you are the best stallion, too." I smile.

Yes they do, why do mention it?

I shake my head. "I am a warrior and a man, but today we are going to die. And... I admire you Dan. I would like..."

Yes, today we may die, I refuse to accept it as unavoidable, but what is on your mind? I lay a hand on your shoulder.

Before dying, I would like my body to be yours. I know it is not worthy of a warrior. I am a free man, not a slave...

I grab you and kiss you, stopping you from talking.

I kiss you back. I hug you.

I look you in the eyes, "You call me stallion and that is true, I fuck women to sire children, but I fuck men for pleasure.”

Before the battle I want to be your slave.

I lead you into my tent, furs on the ground and push you down on them.

I lay naked, a little afraid, but desire growing in me.

I kneel between your legs and massage your cock and balls.

I moan in pleasure. I look at your huge cock. I smile.

I look at you, “Have you ever enjoyed a man?”

I fucked many men, Dan. I am a warrior and my slaves and the defeated warriors tasted my cock. But I was never fucked.

“So, that is the forbidden fruit you desire today.” I smile and position my hard cock at your hole.

I look at it, afraid. I slowly nod.

There is pain, but relax and it will not hurt as much and you will feel pleasure.

I nod. Yes, Dan. I accept the pain, too. It is what I deserve.

I go into character for you, 'YOU HAVE BEEN DEFEATED, WARRIOR, SO NOW YOU WILL SHEATHE MY SWORD IN YOUR ASS." I push in.

I am astonished, but I accept your idea. I nod. I feel your huge cock forcing my asshole and it is like a sword, it is true. They say the German finish the wounded enemies so. "Shit!"

I thrust in to my balls "Feel my power."

I am your prey. You are the winner.

I start fucking slow at first

I am sweating, pain and pleasure mixing. "Yes, master. I am your slave."

“Yes, slave, and you will enjoy my cock in your ass.” I grab your balls in my fist.

I grunt. I like this humiliation. I want more of it. I am confused. I know you are playing, but something in me wants it to be serious.

Fucking faster, sweating as I use you like a slave.

I grunt, pain and pleasure mixing, knowing that the pain is pleasure, too, wanting more of both. I grunt again. "Master!"

Moaning, you feel my cock swell in your ass.

I grunt, your cock so hard in my ass, my balls in your hand. The pleasure growing.

“You ready?” I grunt.

I nod. "Yes, master, your slave is ready."

I squeeze your balls then with a growl I arch back and shoot my seed in your ass.

I feel the pleasure exploding. I cum on my belly, feeling your jism filling my ass, your hand pressing on my balls.

I sit back breathing hard. “Anything else you want to try?”

I look at you, at your big cock that fucked me. I am ashamed, but I wanted it. Your cock is so big, a little dirty. I think it was in my ass. "You are the master, Dan"

I lay on the bed. “You should clean my cock; I would not want to go into battle with your shit on it.”

I tremble. This is the last humiliation. But I offered myself. I am your slave, now. I nod. I approach. I look at your cock. I smell it, and then I begin to clean it, licking it.

“Mm, fuck, yeah, lick it and suck it, slave.”

I go on licking it, then I take it in my mouth and I begin to suck it. I am ashamed, but you are my master.

“Mm, fuck, yes, enjoy a warrior’s cock, slave.”

I go on sucking. I enjoy it, it is true and it is humiliating, but I want it. I like its taste, its warmth, its getting harder and bigger.

“Fuck, slave you’re going to get me to cum again, you will like that.”

I have your seed in my ass; I'll drink it, too. The final act of submission. But I want it.

I grunt arching up on the furs and fill your mouth.

I drink every drop of it. I go on sucking your cock.

I flinch and jerk as you suck my sensitive cock.

I stop. I remain there, kneeling near you. I had what I wanted and I am not a warrior anymore, just a slave.

Covered in sweat, I look at you. “You seem sad, warrior.”

I look at you. “I am not a warrior. I am your slave.”

Inside my tent you can be a slave, but out there you are still a warrior of our tribe, you have not been defeated, merely fucked.

I nod. I don't say a word. But I feel my shame. I'll look for death. But we all die, today. “There are eight Germans for each of us.”

“Then fight as if you need 8 German asses to fuck.”

I nod. "They say the Germans fuck the dead warriors. Sometimes they castrate them... This is what I deserve."

“Yes, they say that, and I have done that as well, you feel shame that I fucked you, but I feel honored that you chose to have my seed in your belly, it will give you strength.

I look at you. “Thanks, Dan. You seed is an honor for your slave.”

We hear the horns it is time, I grab my sword.

I grab my sword, too. We fight naked.

We go join the rest of the men in our tribe.

Yours is not the only ass showing use.

The Germans are approaching, a huge amount of warriors, covering the plain. They have tattoos, like us, and helmets with horns.

Hairy bestial men, willing to die, to kill an enemy.

The battle begins. Our men fight like lions, but the Germans are too many. They kill many of us.

You and I have managed to fell a number of the enemy we have wounds but we still crave more.

I am killing a German warrior who has killed many of our men. I don't see another warrior is behind me and he is going to spear me. You see it.

I yell a warning but you cannot hear me, I pull my sword from the gut of my latest kill and charge towards you.

He sees you and he turns quickly to face you. His spear hits your chest and goes through your heart.

Gaaaah. I roar in pain dropping my sword, holding the spear as I sink to my knees, muscles bulge as I try to pull it out but my strength fails and I go limp on his spear my cock shooting my deathload.

I turn. I scream: "Dan!" I kill the German warrior. I kneel on your body. "Dan!"

Eyes staring, bloody chest.

I caress your body. The battle is going on, but the corpses and the bushes hide us. I look at your huge hard cock, at your heavy balls. I caress them. I bend on you, I lick your seed and I take your cock in my mouth.

Taking my strength again, my death seed somehow sweeter.

I suck every drop of it, tasting it. Then I press my hand on your belly, over the bladder.

Releasing the flow of my piss.

I drink every drop of it. Then I look around. Nobody. I take your legs and I put them on my shoulders, exposing your asshole. I look at it, my cock stiffening.

The deep hairy ass and the tight hole exposed.

I slowly push my cock into your asshole and I begin to fuck your dead ass.

Tight and warm on your cock.

Beautiful feeling, so good. Enjoying your ass, a real warrior's ass. My master’s ass.

Fucking my bloody body, your own covered in blood of your enemies.

I go on fucking, until I cum into your ass, grunting.

As you finish filling me with your seed, you hear movement.

I turn. There are four German warriors. One of them has a head in his hand, a Celtic warrior's head. "Shit!"

They look at you, smiling, covered in blood, with hard cocks.

I look for my sword, but one of the warriors has his foot on it. "A horny slave for us." They laugh.

Three of the men look at the youngest. “You take him, if you can.”

He nods. They grab me; they force me on your body, my chest against your chest, and my legs on the ground.

He grips his spear and stabs it into your back, pinning you to my body.

I scream in pain. But it is what I deserve. And certainly I don't want to live as a slave.

He gets behind you and spreads your ass cheeks.

I grunt. I don't want to be fucked by him, but it is what I deserve. I accept my fate.

He is young and has trouble getting it in your tight hole, one of the elder men stick a knife in your ass to lube it.

I scream in pain, feeling the blade cutting my flesh.

After he cuts you, the kid gets inside and starts to fuck.

Pain in my back, pain in my ass, death coming, I crave for it. The young man is a good stallion, not like you, certainly, but strong.

He grunts and shoots in you with all the vigor of youth.

His seed mixing with yours, my master's seed and my enemy's seed. He stands, blood and shit on his cock.

They rip his spear out and kick you on your back.

I look at them, bleeding, pain in my body, waiting for death.

The two biggest decide to take a turn one in me the other in you.

One of them turns you on your belly, opens your legs, puts his hands on your asscheeks and forces his big cock into your ass.

The other put your legs up and thrusts into your bloody hole

I scream in pain. They go on fucking and joking. "Is a dead ass better than a dead one?" They laugh. Then the one fucking you cums in your dead ass. The other one cums, too. He stands, his cock dripping and dirty.

They grab spears and all four plunge them in your belly.

I scream in pain, knowing that the end that I longed for is finally coming.

They twit their spear heads and pull them out pulling your guts out as well.

I scream in pain.

They turn me on my belly. One of them takes his sword.

Grabs your head by the hair pulling you up.

Another one laughs and says: "Wait! He liked our cocks. Perhaps he'll like my sword too!" He pushes his sword through my hole, deep in my ass, while the other one beheads me.

You barely have time to feel the sword in your ass, you try to scream but your head comes off.

They piss on our bodies, and then they behead your body: your head will be their trophy. One of them grabs my cock and balls. “He doesn't deserve them.”

With a quick slice he removes them.

Our bodies without head (mine without cock and balls, too) remain on the ground, to rot. Our heads will be put on poles in front of the winners' homes.

The proof of their kills and great honor.

Yes: A good warrior has many heads.

Ok. We are both strong warriors of a tribe of the North. The Vikings are menacing our village and the Gods want a sacrifice. We'll fight and one of us will be the sacrificial victim for the bloodthirsty gods.

Die fighting. Or have one's heart cut out.

Yes. We are friends and lovers, but one of us will kill the other tonight. We are now in the steam-hut, to purify ourselves, before dying. We are naked and it is hot, inside, vapor in the air.

Sweating as we prepare. Heads swimming with the vapor. Cocks hard.

My throat is dry. I look at your strong body, at your big hard cock, at your big, hairy balls. Soon you’ll be dead. And I’ll be dead, too. “I’ll kill you, Dan, I want to kill you. You know that.”

“Yes. I have always known. You desire to kill the best man here.”

I nod. "And you are the best warrior, the real male." My right hand grabs your hard cock and I smile.

I jerk as you surprise me with the firm grasp on my cock. “You will have me before we die?”

I nod. "Yes, Dan. I'll kill you; this is the deeper desire in my heart, but before dying... Yes! I want it!"

I push you back on the ground leaning over you. My massive chest sweating as I get between your thighs.

I nod. I know it will be painful, but I want it. I lift my legs and I can feel your big hard cock pressing against my asshole. There is no time; soon we'll have to fight.

I push inside you. My cock stretching you, as I fill you.

"Shit!" The pain is strong, you had no pity, but I wanted it so. You fuck me with fury, ravaging my ass. The pain increases. "I'll kill you, Dan. You know that".

“You will try.” I grunt. Before we entered the hut a young druid lover of yours gave you a secret. You can steal my strength if you swallow my seed.

"They are coming!" You stop and your big hard cock leaves my bleeding ass. You stand, big and beautiful in your force. The druids are not coming, outside there is silence. I look at your big hard cock, blood and shit on it. I kneel and I take it in my mouth. I begin to lick it and to suck it.

I moan as you start to suck.

I go on and I feel you are going to cum into my mouth. Finally you cum, filling my mouth of your load. I swallow it. Then I stand, facing you. "You are a dead man, Dan."

I grab your cock and balls squeeze them. I will have these before I die.

"What the fuck..." I feel the pain in my balls you are crushing. "Dan..." But I don't try to stop you.

“When I stand over your dead body, I will cut them off and take them to the sacrifice with me.”

I look at you. I nod, like in a trance. Then I shake my head. "No, Dan, I'll kill you". I feel your hand pressing more, but the druids are coming and you have to leave your prey. My nuts ache.

They enter and prepare us. With blue markings and sacred plants. We fight naked.

We receive a dagger and we enter the sacred circle. The druids remain outside. We hear the drums and a song of death. We know that we'll die both. "Your time, Dan". And I attack.

I react blocking you and stabbing at you.

You manage to wound my arm, but I free myself and I attack, aiming at your belly.

I see your obvious attack. But feel weak. And slow.

I see that you are losing your force. My dagger enters your belly, going deep inside. You grunt and you stare at me.

Surprised look. I gasp in pain.

I smile. I put my arm behind your back, so you don't fall, and I stab you a second time in your upper belly. "You won't have my cock and balls, Dan" I whisper.

Shock on my face. I drop the blade. Staring into your eyes.

I stab you for the third time, in your lower belly, the blade almost cutting your hard cock. "Time to die, Dan. You are my prey." I laugh.

Shudder, barely standing. I whisper “Kill me well, brother.”

I nod and I stab your chest, the blade going through your heart. I look at the grimace of pain on your face and I feel against my belly your cum mixing with your blood.

I spasm in your arms. Then I go limp.

The druids continue to chant.

I let your body fall on the ground. I look at your big body, at your hard cock, at the blood. The druids are coming. They grab me and they force me to lay on your body. I can feel against my ass your hard cock. I say: "Farewell, Dan."

They grab your arms and legs holding you on my body as your lover approaches holding the sacrificial dagger.

I look at him. I nod. He bends. The dagger opens my belly, from my cock to the sternum. I scream in pain.

He cuts you open spilling your guts before he cuts your heart from your chest.

He lifts my heart, offering it to the gods. Then the men drag our bodies to the forest, where the wolves will eat them. They are approaching, howling. The gods have accepted the sacrifice.

It could be so: a hunting where only one man can survive, so we know that if we kill all the other hunters, one of us will have to kill the other, even if we are friends.

The winner will be sacrificed to the gods.

We know we'll die, no way of escape.

Is it OK?

works for me

Very good.

Weapons: what about a bow, three arrows, a short sword and a knife?

Yes, three arrows, maybe gather more off our victims, but can’t waste them.

Yes. We have to be careful.

"So, Dan, our last hunting." I smile and I look at you. I am fond of you.

“Yes, Brian, our last one, no one get out of this alive today.”

Rub my beard and hairy chest. How many of us are there this time?

I nod. "Ten, Dan. We have to kill eight of them. Then one of us will be killed by the other and the last by the druid. If another warrior has to kill me, I hope it will be you."

We are naked and admire your body. Soon you'll be dead.

“Agreed, we will work to survive, so that one of us gets to kill the other”. I rub your hairy chest,

I caress your chest, my hand touches your belly and your cock, gently squeezes your nuts. "Before killing you, I'll fuck you. Before or after." I laugh.

“As will I, but we may both get fucked or a chance to fuck the others.” I chuckle.

I nod. We hear the sound of the horn. "The hunting begins, Dan. Our last hunting. Time to go."

I clasp your arm. “Victory or death.”

"Both, Dan, both." We move in the wood, cautiously. I look at your big back, at your big hairy ass. I am troubled and this is not good for the hunting.

We move quietly listening and watching for signs.

I whisper "There, Dan!" Two big warriors not far from us, near the marsh. "Take the bow, Dan, I aim at the one on the left."

I raise my bow and aim for the one on the right. “Kill shots?” I ask.

I smile. "You know, a warrior has the right to know he is going to die." I laugh. You know I like a slow killing.

“Yeah, I know, more danger and harder cock.” I nod at your stiffening too!

I laugh. "OK, Dan. Now." We put an arrow and when you nod, we throw it. My arrow reaches the bellybutton of a large red warrior, who grunts and falls, his hands on his bleeding belly.

I shoot planting my shaft in my target’s bush, He screams grabbing his crotch as he falls on his knees.

I laugh. "Great shot, Dan!" We reach our preys. I grab my knife. "Time to die, men!"

I move in with you and use my sword; I shove it in the man’s big pec.

I look at you killing the warrior. I nod. I am hard, now. I push my knife into the bleeding warrior's belly, twice. He groans. He looks at me: "Fuck! Kill me properly, son of bitch!"

Holding his bloody belly with the arrow sticking out, he looks at you with hatred, mine falls back dead, his cock shooting as he kicks and dies.

I stab the warrior twice more. Then I grab his cock and balls and I severe them. He screams. You shake your head. We are friends, but you hate this. I grab his hair and I begin to severe his head.

He jerks in your hands, gurgling as you cut his throat and continue by severing his head.

I stand over my kill, cock hard and dripping as you brutally finish yours.

I am very hard, now. Hunting and killing always arouse me. I look at your big, hard cock, my throat dry.

You’re a hot mean fucker, Brian; I kneel down and suck the deathload off my kill, believing I will get his strength.

I approach. I look at your big ass. I caress it. I bend on you. You can feel my dickhead against your hole.

I grunt feeling you on my big hairy back, "Now" I ask “seems like we might want to make sure a couple of more of these fucks are dead before we engage in sex.”

I nod. I know you are right. "OK, Dan, let's go. We leave here the heads, we'll take them later." I stop and I laugh. "One of us will take them later; the other will be without head." I laugh again.

I shake my head at your grim humor. I check them for any good arrows before we leave.

"They have only two arrows each. They have already used two of them." We move and not far from the place where we killed the warriors, we saw two dead men, their heads on their chests. "Good, they are only four, Dan."

“Yep, let’s head that way.” I point and walk off, cock and balls swinging.

I follow you, my sword in my right hand and my dagger in the left. We are moving quietly, when suddenly two men jump on us. One of them is going to stab you in your back, but I move my sword and lower it on his neck, killing him.

I duck under the other swing, grabbing my sword; I shove it into his big hairy belly

He screams in pain. I move quickly and with my knife cut his throat.

Hot blood covers both him and me as he grabs his throat and collapses.

Nice work.

I nod. "Yes. Two more. This is good. They have both shot their deathload." I bend on the man I killed first and lick his cum, cleaning his cock.

I attempt to wipe off some of the blood on my chest and belly, cock hard and dripping. I watch you.

I lick and clean. Then I stand, my cock hard and dripping. "Only two more, Dan, then it will be you or me."

“Yes. You see a lustful gleam in my blue eyes, it’s them or us.”

"Better them, Dan. I want to kill you... or to be killed by you. And to fuck." I laugh, lust in my eyes, too. "Let's go, Dan."

“Yes, let us bring this to an end.”

I move off.

I follow you, looking at your massive body, the hair, the blood of the men we killed, the sweat running in rivulets. My cock aches.

Wanting to clean my ass, we hear some noise ahead. We move quietly and look out, to see a fucking massive brute fucking the body of another big man.

I smile, I grab one arrow. You do the same. Two arrows fly, reaching the big man's back. He grunts in pain.

Arching back, he roars and stands, his cock hard and swinging as he turns to face us. We put two more arrows in his chest and belly.

He staggers, roaring again, and he falls on his back, on the corpse he was fucking. We approach. He looks at us, hate in his eyes. I smile. I look at his hard cock. I bend. I begin to lick it, while I grab his nuts.

He knows he is defeated and waits for us to kill him, enjoying your attention to his cock in spite of the pain.

I lick and suck, cleaning his cock. When I feel he is going to cum, I grab my knife. He shoots his load into my mouth and I cut his cock and balls off. He screams, cum and blood filling my mouth.

I get behind you, grabbing your hips.

You feel my cock at your ass.

I grunt. "Fuck me, Dan!"

I shove it in hard.

I groan. Pain and pleasure mixing. I can smell your odor; I can feel your hot hard big cock ravaging my ass. I can feel your hands on my body. "Yes, Dan!"

“Oh fuck, yes, I start to pump hard and fast, balls slapping your ass, pushing you against the big bear’s belly.

"You are such a warrior, such a man, Dan! Yes, fuck me hard, yes!" I grunt, I groan, I moan, feeling the flesh of the dying warrior under my body.

His belly jiggling as you get pushed against him, me grunting and growling.

My cock so hard, my ass aching, your weight on my body. This is the perfection, this pain and this pleasure. And knowing we are both going to die.

I pull you up, your back against my big chest, I reach around and grab your cock, stroking it as I fuck, "How will they sacrifice the last man?" I ask.

"The druid will fuck him, and then he'll open his belly and wait while he dies in pain."

Grunting, balls swelling. “Not a warrior’s death, then.” Stroking you as you feel me swell.

"No, it isn't." I close my eyes, wave of pain and pleasure running in my body. "Do you want me to kill you, Dan?"

“Do you want to face the druid?”

"I don't know, Dan. I would like to kill you, I would like to be killed by you. Death is good. I want the agony. To be killed by you would be an honor and a pleasure, to kill you also."

I hand you a sword as I continue fucking. "Choose our fate, fucker, take it and kill me as I fuck, or don't take it and I will run it into your belly, guess it depends on how much you want my ass”

I smile. I nod. I grab the sword. I feel the cold iron. I move it quickly, pushing it into your side.

I jerk against you as you stab it in under my ribs “Fuuuuck!” I moan and start shooting in your ass.

I can feel your load filling my innards. You are going to die. I smile. It is good. I push the sword a little more.

I shudder as you fuck my heart with the blade; you feel my cock exploding in your ass, hot blood running down your back as I go limp, my weight on your back.

I move, to shake you from my back. You fall on the dirt. I look at your big body, hairy and covered with blood and sweat. I look at your big cock, dirty. I bend and I begin to clean it, tasting it. It was in my ass. I lick every drop of cum, I clean it. Then I turn you on your belly.

Arms and cock flopping as you roll me over, a big hairy ass and back, my balls big between my legs.

I kneel and I lick your asscrack, pushing my tongue into your hole. I smell your odors, my hands grabbing your ass. Then I push my cock into your dead hairy ass. "Last fucking, Dan!"

My dead ass still tight, no groans or grunts of pain as you enter me, just a big hairy body lying under you with two more nearby.

I slowly fuck you, the pleasure increasing, until I cum into your ass. Slowly I move out. I look at your big body, at your ass, at my cock. I piss on your body, smiling. Time to go, now. Time to die. I severe your head. I grab your balls. I would like to cut them off, but I squeeze them and leave them. I am the winner, I am the victim. I grab all the heads, I tie them together and I drag them to the place of the sacrifice. "Here am I, the best of the warriors!"

The druids look at you and acknowledge your superior skill "You will make a good sacrifice.”

I nod. I wait, naked, my preys' blood on my body, the taste of your cock and your ass into my mouth, the smell of your body into my nostrils, my cock hard.

Young acolytes arrive and start washing your body

Each one touching you all over as they clean you, each one touching your cock, the symbol of your strength.

They wash my cum from your ass.

I smile. My body is going to be offered to the gods. I don't know all the details of the sacrifice, but I know that soon I will be a corpse that the wolves will eat.

Gripping your arms, they lead you to the sacrificial altar, they tie you down arms and legs spread to the corners.

The druids surround the altar chanting, burning pine needles and switching you with holly branches.

Death is coming. My cock stiffens. I smile, thinking at your big hairy body, at your cock into my ass, at your ass.

The head druid strips chanting, his cock not large but thick, he gets between your legs.

He pushes between your legs into your ass already stretched out by my big cock.

I look at him. Yes, the last time. He has something in his hands, an object. He puts it on his cock, which now becomes very big and hard, with a point.

You feel the pain as he penetrates you with this cockblade.

I almost scream, but I bit my lips and I manage not to yield to the pain.

He starts pumping, the blade tearing your insides.

I am sweating, blood running, the pain unbearable.

As he fucks, another druid stands beside you with a ceremonial knife, he quickly cuts you across your belly, spilling your guts.

I scream in pain, I am not able to remain silent. The pain is too strong. I am only a wounded animal, not more a warrior.

They chant and read the signs in your entrails as the druid rips your ass apart.

Slowly I lose consciousness, still writhing in pain.

As the druid cums in you, they slice your throat.

The world vanishes. My bleeding body will be dragged to a clearing in the woods, for the wolves.

First they cut out your heart and take your balls to be burned in the ritual fire, before carting your body to the same clearing where we lay.

And while my heart and my balls burn in the fire, the wolves come, to feed on you and me and the other two warriors lying dead in the clearing. Plenty of food for them.