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This is a work of fiction based on the film “Gladiator.”
There is no intent to infringe on copyright or profit in any way from the
original work. The story is strictly for entertainment purposes as a work of
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Copyright Isobel 2002.

The Spaniard’s Reward, Part II
By Isobel (isobel1013@yahoo.com)

Proximo’s caravan left Zucchabar heading north through the
desert towards the coast. From there we would load into ships and sail for
Rome. I rode in the covered cart at the head of the caravan with Proximo,
swathed in robes against the beating sun. Maximus and the gladiators followed
close behind us, caged in their wagon, drawn by four white horses. I served
them water along the journey and stole glances of Maximus’ brilliant eyes, or
the touch of his hand, when I could. I even caught him in a kiss once through
the bars of the cage and made him laugh. His comrades teased him about it
without end. As the sun sank below the horizon, I sang while we prepared the
evening meal.

After weeks in the desert, the open sea seemed like a
welcome change, but I saw little of the men, as they were locked below deck
with the exotic beasts and I was stricken with terrible seasickness. I was
never happier to see land than when we made port, and out rolled the wagons
again. Rome itself was a marvel, and I stayed close to Proximo for fear of
being lost and forgotten. We made our home at the gladiator compound near the
Coliseum and again Maximus was locked away.

I do not know all the events that transpired in Rome, but
one thing was certain: the young Emperor was not happy to see Maximus alive in
the Coliseum. A mysterious patrician woman visited the compound, and rumors
circulated about Maximus winning his freedom. Proximo gave entry to the woman
again, and I hid in the shadows to listen, though I could hear little. The lady
hurried out of the cell, and a nervous pall seemed to come over the household.

I entered the dark cell silently and came upon Maximus
kneeling at the barred window before his makeshift altar of candles and incense
as he prayed. I bowed my head and waited patiently for him to finish and
collect the avatars of his beloved wife and son into his pouch. He turned to
see me and seemed surprised.

“Sabina?” he asked, squinting in the dark.

I rushed to him and he crushed me in his embrace. I was
immediately lost in his warmth and his scent, and desire gripped me. I nearly
wept when I felt his soft lips on my forehead. I raised my eyes to meet his.

“Maximus, you will be free?”

“If the Gods deem it so, yes,” he smiled, more to soothe me
than of any real joy, it seemed.

“My heart will go with you.”

He bade me sit on the bunk with him, but instead I knelt before
him and buried my face in his chest. He raised my chin and kissed my lips
gently.

“I have not forgotten your kindness, Sabina,” he whispered.
“Your song lifted my heart in the desert, and I know it was you who left the
candles and incense in my cell.”

“I hope they have lifted your prayers to the Gods,” I
breathed to him. He smoothed my hair with his large hands and let me steal
another kiss from his lips. “They call you the Savior of Rome.”

Maximus sighed deeply with a knitted brow, and my heart ached
for him. He carried the weight of the world on his broad shoulders, and it
weighed on him heavily. I wished we could go back to our night together in
Zucchabar, to hear him laugh again, but I knew no amount of prayer would make
it so.

“I do not know if I can do what the Senators ask, but I must
try,” he spoke dutifully. “There is little time, and we are all in great
danger. You should go to Proximo, he will keep you safe.”

“Please, let me stay with you until they come,” I begged and
held him tightly. “I am safer in your arms than anywhere else. Your mind is so
troubled, let me comfort you if I can.”

I felt him chuckle, a low rumbling in my ear pressed to his
chest. He looked up as his friend and fellow gladiator Juba came to the cell
door. When I turned to look, Juba was smiling, and then turned back, leaving us
alone. Maximus was smiling too when I turned my attention back to him, and I
was surprised when he took my face into his hands and leaned forward to kiss me
tenderly.

“Stay a little while, sweetness,” he agreed. “But you must
obey me when I ask you to go, all right?”

I nodded and hid my eyes in his blue tunic. He drew the
blanket he wore over his shoulders around me against the chill night air. I
hummed a tune softly as I knelt before him surrounded by his strong embrace. I
would have been happy just being in his presence while he waited for the
Senator’s men to come for him at midnight, but my body betrayed my mind and
ached for him. My hands moved under the blanket and stroked his thighs, corded
with muscle. I watched his expression intently, and he looked to me with a
quizzical grin, but said nothing and allowed me to continue. Moving my hands
inside his thighs on either side of my body, I continued my quiet song and
caressed him gently, feeling the soft hair, the sculpted muscles under the warm
skin. Just touching him, reveling in his scent, was enough to make my sex weep.
Soon, I felt his breath grow deep and quick and hot on my neck, and I smiled
when I felt his phallus stir against my belly.

I pulled the shoulder of my garment down, letting it fall,
and offered my breasts to him, and I gasped when I felt the heat of his mouth
on my neck. Needing no further encouragement, I stroked his erection through
the rough linen of his clothing, then reached under his tunic and freed him of
his belt and loincloth. Maximus’ breath quickened as I caressed his long shaft
with both hands, feeling him swell in my grasp. His desirous moans were enough
to bring me to the edge of climax. He cupped my breast in his large hand,
circling my erect nipple with his thumb as he had before, and his slightest
touch sent waves of pleasure through me. The fingers of his other hand laced
through my hair, and he pulled me into his kiss, deep and lingering, his mouth
warm and sweet as it had been the first time. He still tasted of wine to me,
though I knew he had had none.

“Ah, sweetest,” he purred quietly into my ear.

Maximus drew my garment up in the front and his fingers
parted the flesh between my legs. His lips grinned against my kiss when he felt
my slick moisture already running down the inside of my thighs. He caressed my
swollen clitoris as I stroked him, and I climaxed almost immediately,
shuddering against his touch. He covered my mouth with his to stifle my moans
and smiled when I had calmed and quieted.

When I caught my breath again, I held his gaze and crouched
down between his legs. Grasping his phallus firmly, I ran my tongue under the
throbbing organ from base to tip, then took the wide head between my lips and
suckled him. He groaned when my tongue probed the opening at the tip, tasting
his sweet fluid, and then took as much of his long member as I could with one
quick movement and devoured him, stroking the root firmly. Maximus gasped when
he felt the back of my throat, and then deeper, my lips tight around the girth
of his phallus. I swallowed him greedily, sliding him in and out between my
lips faster and with more pressure, my tongue flicking the tip. I felt the
channel beneath his shaft begin to pulse with the first signs of climax and I
moaned with longing for his seed.

“Sabina, come to me,” he whispered with heavy rasping
breath.

I raised my eyes to meet his, beautiful blue-green eyes
dilated with desire, and he pressed his mouth to mine, consuming me with his
kiss. Maximus collected me into his arms and made a growling sound deep in his
throat as he pulled me back to lie atop his body in the small bunk. He moved to
roll me over, but I held him fast between my thighs, and he grinned as he
relented to lay back and let me take him. I slid along his soft skin until I
could feel the tip of his erection parting the slippery flesh of my opening. I
hovered there, holding his gaze and stroked myself against him, his breath
deepening.

“Do I please you still, Maximus?” I dared to ask him with
heavy breath.

“Too well,” he answered in a hoarse whisper. “Take me.”

I carried out the General’s order gratefully and moved my
hips to receive him. He watched intently as I slowly impaled myself on his
incredible shaft until it was buried deep within me. The pleasure of holding
him inside was nearly enough to send me over the edge, but I breathed deeply
and held on. I heard Maximus moan as I raised my body completely away and took
him again. He admired me as I pleasured myself with his body; my head back,
eyes closed, mouth open and panting, curls falling over my full breasts. I
rocked over him faster, leaning forward so my breasts fell close to his face,
and my mind reeled when he licked and sucked first one erect nipple, then the
next, tugging at me hungrily.

I groaned, my desire becoming urgent, and he grasped my hips
with his strong hands, pressing his fingers into my flesh, and guided my
movements. When my body began to tremble, I saw him grin before he pulled me down
hard onto his shaft, thrusting his hips up at the same moment, his thighs
straining. I shuddered and I exploded in climax, stifling my cry by biting my
lip hard. He groaned as my sex clutched him tightly, but restrained himself as
he sighed and pulled me forward to collapse over him, wrapping me in his
embrace as I trembled against his broad chest. I had never known a man with
such self-control and awareness.

“My beautiful girl,” he purred, and kissed my gasping mouth.
“You are a treasure.”

Maximus swept me beneath his body and crushed me deliciously
under his full weight in the meager bunk. He entered me again and filled me
profoundly, taking my breath with his urgency. I arched my back and wrapped my
legs around him tightly as he moved with determination, letting me feel the
full length of his rigid phallus withdraw completely before he drove into me
again.

He groaned as he battered me with all his life force, and it
felt to me as if his flesh raged against death itself. I moaned with each
thrust, writhing under him, until my body convulsed and contracted again,
drawing him even deeper inside. I pressed my mouth against his neck and nipped
him, struggling to restrain a scream as ecstasy overwhelmed me. This time,
Maximus was washed away with me, and he stifled his groan on the flesh of my
shoulder as his body seized and erupted deep inside me, his hot seed flooding
my body again and again, filling the minute space between our clasped flesh. I
gasped his name and shuddered beneath him.

I watched him through hooded eyes as he collapsed upon my
shoulder, gasping for breath. I held him as his weight pressed me into the
small bunk, cradling him softly against my breast, kissing his flushed face and
caressing his sweaty hair as his breath and heartbeat slowed and became
regular. Maximus rolled to his side and clutched me to his body in his embrace,
his hand entwined in my dark curls, twisting my hair around his fingers gently
as I trembled with pleasure. He kissed my forehead and sighed, and I drifted in
his warmth and scent as he drew the rough woolen blanket around my shoulders.

He held me for what seemed like an eternity, and I could
have stayed in his arms in that cell for the rest of my life just listening to
his quiet breath, but I knew our time was growing short. I sang softly to him,
a sorrowful tune, for my heart already ached for the lack of him. I knew I had
to speak while there was still time, though fear gripped my stomach and
threatened to close my throat. His eyes seemed so far away as he twirled my
dark hair around his fingers, and it pained me to disturb him.

“Maximus, I must tell you something,” I whispered, still
dazed with pleasure.

“What is it, sweetest?” he breathed.

I raised my eyes to meet his, heavy-lidded, but so
brilliant.

“I am with child. Your child.”

I watched his expression intently and his slightly raised
eyebrows betrayed his surprise. I
thought I noticed a moment of doubt move through his eyes, then his brows
furrowed slightly, and his face quickly became solemn and darkened with
concern.

“Does Proximo know?” he asked finally.

“Not yet, but he will. And he will know the child is yours,”
I confessed. “In all these years, Proximo has never given me a child, though I
have prayed for one. And I have not been given to another since our night
together. Do you doubt me, Maximus?”

He took my face into his hands and looked deeply into my
eyes. He spoke gently but with grave concern.

“No, I believe you. But you must tell no one, Sabina,” he
insisted. “If the Emperor were to learn of the child, he would kill you, or use
you as a pawn against me.”

I sat up to the edge of the bunk and righted the shoulder of
my garment, covering myself. I could not look at him: I could not stand to see
the sadness in his eyes. Tears flowed freely down my face.

“I mean no insult to you, Maximus, or to the memory of your
family. I will cast the child out if you wish it. I would die before I caused
you grief.”

Maximus sat up and moved to my side at the edge of the bunk.
He drew me into his fast embrace, crushing me to his chest and rocking me in
his arms.

“Sweetest,” he whispered, “I do not ask this of you. You
were right to tell me.”

I raised my eyes to his again and traced the features of his
beautiful face with my finger, and he smiled for me genuinely, without effort.
His smile was my reward, and I leaned to kiss his tender lips gently in
gratitude.

“The child fills my heart,” I spoke quietly. “Your name,
your blood, should not be lost to the world. Please, Maximus, give me your
blessing.”

He grinned brilliantly and kissed my forehead, then touched
my flat belly with his hand.

“I bless you, Sabina, but I am afraid I have little hope to
give you.”

Maximus stood from the bunk and dressed himself, smoothing
his hair back into place. He paced the floor of the cell before me a few times
as he considered his next words carefully. It was at this moment that I
recognized the General in him, the brilliant strategist.

“I will kill the Emperor Commodus, the man who murdered my
wife and son. If I can get to my men, I will send for you when it is safe. I
will buy your freedom, but not yet. Will you be patient?”

“You owe me nothing,” I insisted, lowering my eyes.

“I owe the child,” he spoke simply. “My child.”

I was stunned when he knelt before me.

“Our child.”

He took my face into his hands and smoothed my tears away,
then kissed my lips tenderly. I drew my arms around his neck and held him
desperately, weeping again in fear and confusion, for the grievous duty ahead
of him, and for the loss of him I felt so near at hand.

Maximus ted ted when he heard a commotion at the gate of
Proximo’s compound. I released him and he rushed to the barred window in time
to see the Praetorian Guards working to pull the gate down. I stood and looked
to him for direction.

“Go, hurry,” he insisted.

“Maximus,” I stammered.

“Obey me!”

I turned and raced from the cell, terrified and weeping.

“Sabina, wait!” he called, and I hurried back to his side,
into his arms. He spoke insistently into my ear. “If anything happens to me, to
Proximo, seek out the Lady Lucilla. She is the only one I call friend, and she
will help you in my name. She will protect our child.”

“How will she know that you have sent me?”

“Tell her that when she was young and careless, she laughed
more, and that I loved her laugh. She will know these are my words.”

“Maximus, I love you.”

“Bless you, sweetest,” he said, kissing me deeply one last
time. “Now go. Go!”

I ran, my vision blurred with tears, from the cells back to
Proximo’s apartments as the compound erupted in chaos. Praetorians were already
flooding through the gates, and I hid alone in a dark storeroom amongst the
large jars of wine and oil. Soon I smelled the smoke of fires set and heard the
sounds of Maximus’ gladiator comrades clashing with the guards. I wept silently
and crouched down smaller, disbelieving the sounds of screaming servants as
they were slashed and burned. It seemed an eternity, but when the clash ended
and silence enveloped the compound, I hurried to Proximo’s bedchamber and found
him murdered. I wept for him and for myself and prayed that Maximus had
escaped.
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