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Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 01

By: blondeallover_00



I know it is forbidden of me as a sanctified scribe of the church, but through my secret allegiances to the gods and spirits of the old order, I compose this chronicle of how the remarkable Floin came to be naked and bent over, to be skewered by the lingum of another man for the first time in the presence of many of the high Druid priests and priestesses of Britain in the annual Samhain harvest festival of the Celtic New Year. This was only a great transitional moment in a life blessed to revel in many adventures of the pleasures of the flesh. If the old ways of the Celtic tribes ever come to revive, it is for this posterity that these tales must survive. 

If it is the Christian era that survives into remote ages, then I plead my case to the good people of how different a view of who we were as people and the blessings mixed with sufferings to live in the world. People were not, as is now, considered corrupt and sinful from inception and in need of some faith in one who could provide reformation. All the same, we were not naïive and knew that people are capable of great wickedness. Investigations and punishments were sorted out by the village elders and Druids for injustices done to others, on a case-by-case basis. Otherwise our flesh was considered a great gift of the gods, who like them, we could use our reason to devise ways to shield from the extremes of winter cold and summer heat, find remedies among the herbs of the garden and plants of the forest to assuage our sicknesses. There was not the need to cover up for any sanctity of decency and so in may ways, we were more practical then. Why add to the expense of the fruit of the loom, the frequent scarcity of large game, and the burden of laundering, unnecessarily? In the warmth of huts in the evening, families would routinely disrobe and enjoy their dinners in the nude. Sleeping nude in all seasons of the year under the warmth of unshaped animal skins was mandatory. In the warmest weeks of the summer, sometimes into the beginning of the harvests, everyone worked in the communal fields naked. Late in the day, people relaxed by bathing in the nearby ponds and lakes together before supping. Small children liked this time of the year the best because it was then that their elders were the most playful, especially the men. The Druids were always covered in their white robes in common presence, but as Floin would learn, most of the rituals among themselves were in the nude or very scantily clad.  

This was the time that gifted and lusty Floin lived. It was in my grandfather's youth, when the Romans returned to our Britannic isle and, this time, meant to secure it. The Celtic tribes throughout the isle were beginning to coalesce and would be in need of a great many soldiers. Floin was one of those alert and skilled boys that any village may have in their midst once every 5 generations or so. He had all the characteristics that suggested a special blessing by spirits and gods. He was a quick learner for many of the crafts including the forge. In his 12th year he was sent to Winchester to be instructed in Greek mathematics and mastered its essentials ahead of all in the class. But most of all, he developed physically, precociously into the flower of manhood long before most boys do: tall, muscular, broad-shouldered and a broad chest, large hands and feet, and a full thick red beard. 

His parents were very pleased, because it was known that the oldest witch among the Druid priestesses would come to the village and investigate. If Floin passed her test that was applied to unusually advanced youths of 18, he would join the ranks of students in Druidic education to enter the priesthood. This was usually only an honor that was passed to those in heredity of Druid families of many generations. Her arrival at the village was greeted with a great feast, but she ate very little and spoke few words to the commoners. The next morning, Floin was awoken at dawn by her attendants and told not to don any apparel despite the chill of the morning. As he arose, the women complimented him for his horn, still nocturnally stiff from his slumber, and informed him that it would be regarded as a good omen by the witch. But it withered to normal pendulous lingum before she caught sight of him. Oddly, he was blindfolded and guided down the village path to another unknown hut. This must have been some old ritual that had lost its purpose, for he instantly identified the hut of his arrival when his sight was restored. What startled him most was the presence of the old woman nude, as well. He had never seen a woman so old like that. She was completely shriveled and skeletal, her long wrinkled titties with permanent large pointed nipples had probably been robust and of great interest among males many decades earlier. There was a great thatch of salt and pepper hair where her otherwise disappeared yoni should be. 

"Come here, lad. I have investigated your records and am satisfied that you are in your 18th year. There is much that I like what I see, but I need to inspect you closely like your betrothed maiden will one day. " Floin did as ordered and approached the old woman seated near the blazing hearth. He posed himself at her commands so that she could peer into his mouth and check the condition of his teeth. He pulled back his long red hair for her to inquire of his ears and even their canals. He knelt down and raised his arms, so she could sniff his pits and account for the growth of hair in those parts. Both standing still and bent over, she spread his firm buttocks to check the disposition of his anus and inserted her bony finger to assure that the grip of his ring would be grasping and tight. Last of all, she had him stand close while remained seated so that his lingum and stones hung close to her face. She was very pleased that with her fingers she could instantly stimulate his manhood to thicken and stretch to an impressive bulging straight heated man horn. The fingers of her other hand confirmed that the crinkly thicket of hairs about his man parts were unusually dense and long for one so young. The stretched back foreskin uncovered for her a very healthy pink gaping male opening with more than a hint of stimulated male wetness about the head. 

"Excellent, my lad! Now I want you to stroke yourself in my presence to a climax where I can observe closely as you squirt out your increment of wet seed." She handed him a little ceramic cup. "Make sure you catch the seed in this. The most important part of the examination is that I can test it for your virility fresh from its discharge from your excited loins." She watched intently as the naked youth fervently gripped his turgid roll of man flesh and stroked rapidly in different places along its length. He revealed all the best signs of good pleasure in manipulating himself despite being in the presence of a degraded old woman. She listened carefully for all his soft grunts and moans . She found the flushed open-mouthed facial expression of other-worldly swoon as revealing of the great intensity he pleasured himself in complete abandon. An acute sensuality was imperative for any successful candidate. It was to his credit that he would find pleasure in occasionally setting the cup in his other hand and use its fingers to fondle his low hanging stones. 

She prompted him closer as he raised the cup near to the end of the exercised bone for the last time. She moved her head in for a better look in as he groaned his ecstasy of ethereal release. She watched very intently as the young horn throbbed again and again to shoot little portions of rich smelling off-white seed into the cup. The throbs continued apace even as he released smaller droplets or nothing at all with each hot spasm. In the end, he had discharged a great emission and an outstanding specimen of frothy fresh congealed liquid fruit of young male passion for her scrutiny. But she had to work fast. She had her secret ingredients of potions and powders to mix into the effluence on hand and she did so to precise measurements. The mixture was set on a small scaffolded container inches above a single candle flame. Within minutes it would be known if the subject was of sufficient virility to pass the test. 

"Now, my young friend I want you to see something else that you have caused that works in your favor for passing this examination." She spread her legs open and he could see the old thatch of witch hair was matted and sopping wet astride and about two swollen ancient yoni lips. "I have been cold many years and have not known the warm touch of a man for ages immemorial. It is rare that a candidate such as yourself, in doing the things necessary to release his seed in my presence, has this profound effect on me. It shows that you have the innate magic of great sexual prowess and other affairs of the flesh. You could be a great healer and Druid priest if you apply yourself to the instruction of it."

If the emulsion heating above the flame turned no other color, or a color other than a green of fresh spring shoots, then the candidate would not be of sufficient virility to be acceptable. But in his case, the mixture turned to a luminescent light green. Quite literally, Floin had passed the exam with "flying colors." 

By this time the attendants had returned to the hut and helped the old woman into her robe, before they all left the village. "Now listen carefully my young friend. The studies and attentions required to be a respectable Druid priest are long, rigorous and demanding. You best be diligent. Upon inquiring of the villagers here among your faults, they concede that on some occasions you can be arrogantly disobedient, that you know better than your elders. I sternly recommend that you cast these flaws in your character aside. " She ogled the naked youth one last time. "You are a very beautiful man, with or without garments. Do not think this earns you any special privileges in your upcoming studies. Your passions of the flesh can one day be of great credit to you, but failure could bring pains you are not accustomed to, tortuous ones. . Instruction starts just before the beginning of the harvest. Be sure you are present at our academy no later than then. Take heed of what I say".

to be continued. . . 

Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 02



It was unusually warm late that summer. Floin had his haughty and vaguely disrespectful introductions all planned ahead. He thought the Druids a formal and stiff lot. He traveled by mule to the west country where the academy was located, not far from Salisbury plain, Stonehenge, and others of the mystical stone circles.

He stood before the registering priestess at her desk with his satchel of belongings attired in his riding sandals and nothing else. He smirked as he introduced himself. "I hope I have not offended anyone, but among us commoners in the hot days of the year, we think it imprudent to be clad in our garments lest they be soiled especially by our labors that provide for the abundance of all the good tribes' people." 

To his surprise, she replied nonchalantly and almost approvingly. "Of course, no offense taken, Novice Floin of the east. To the contrary, most commendable. We all have our responsibilities and obligations to our communities at this time of the year and must conduct ourselves accordingly. It is not uncommon at all for new and returning novices to arrive bereft of any garments under the circumstance of a warmer than normal late summer. But you must understand that to advance beyond this point into the classrooms and cloisters of the academy, you must wear a novice's robe." Naturally, she glanced just enough to observe the form and character of his male parts as people of both genders do when acquainting themselves with a young man in his nudity for the first time. 

At this point, a somewhat older priestess who was busy scratching something on a parchment and hardly noticed him, pushed back her chair to pad part way down the stone-lined hall to a small pantry along one wall and pull out a garment. "This should fit him." 

While the older woman was retrieving the garment, the registrar informed him of greater details. He was to pay his compliments to the dean in the old tower and be instructed of his schedule for the first term at his earliest convenience. "Classes start in 6 days. Perhaps you would enjoy a soothing bath at the bathing vats just beyond the men's dorms where you will reside at the end of the left hall. You can be shorn of your robe and any other garment to your heart's content in the baths." 

"Men's dorms? You mean all the students will not be in residence and bathing together?"

"Absolutely not," the registrar sternly retorted. "That is the privilege of only the accomplished and senior novice students after several months." 

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Before I continue on, to those readers who know only the Christian ways of civilization, at about the time that boys and girls turn to men and women, there was much more freedom for Celts in acquainting themselves with those body parts that were opposite their own in sexual identity and how such flesh could be handled and embraced to countenance great pleasures and entertain deep curiosities. Especially among Druid folk, such study and exploration was encouraged to initiate and fortify what would be great powers of magic in strengthening the always necessary fertility and good health among the tribes' people. The one invocation of restraint and prohibition was the sacred merger of lingum and yoni before a betrothed couple was actually joined in wedlock. Even the stimulations of tongue and lips or the merger of lingum with his selected woman's anus (sometimes called "false yoni") were deeply discouraged, as these actions only enhanced the temptation to do that which was forbidden. 

Perhaps to mitigate impending frustrations among young flesh, but also to soothe the aggressive dispositions and competitions between young men and avoid rowdy violence among the aging youth within tribes that needed to maintain peaceful order, activities of the most intimate and close association were tolerated between men and sometimes even encouraged. This is not to say that such events and displays of physical passion did not create problems. Sometimes such attachments and bonds would ensue such that men would couple as devoted lovers and lose interest in their wives and betrothed altogether. Druids would intervene with magic and spells to reinstate families, but only with limited successes. It was known that many Druids who lusted only after those of their own sex were among the most skilled and powerful in the practice of their craft. In fact, they were held in greatest esteem. 

It was for this reason that the first returning student who sighted Floin disrobed again in one of the smaller bathing vats of the dormitory rooms took an interest in pursuit of intimacies. "I would wager you are one of the new novices of commoner stock. I am Erwynn of Salisbury. I just arrived and want a bath something terrible. Would you mind if I join you?"

Floin was frowning. "The water is unreasonably cold. I don't know how much longer I am going to stay in this rotting tub."

The senior student laughed. "The instructors say that it builds character. I think it is just because the academy does not want to pay the expense of proper heating. Wait until you feel the water in these vats in the winter months. We would do better to dunk ourselves in the beer these things were originally made for brewing." Erwynn was short, pasty white, and excessively slender, with a dusty colored mop of curly hair. He was instantly attracted to the man of a more chiseled bearing he was going to join by climbing into the vat of shoulder deep water. He gave a brief shudder to the shock of the cold wetness against his bare skin. "You are quite a looker. I would like to suggest that to pass the time, we enjoy some passionate kissing." 

Floin gazed at his bathmate incredulously before responding. "I do not know you. Why would I want to do such a thing?" He did not think himself as attracted to other men. He enjoyed flirting with the women of the village who obviously admired his good form. Erwynn responded almost in alarm. 

"Oh, I did not mean any offense. I meant the suggestion as a sort of friendly peace offering and a way that we could help boost each others' powers before the start of classes. Believe me I have been betrothed to a woman novice from a family of good priestly bearing and we look forward to all the passionate intimacies of fervent connubial bliss. But we novices of the dormitory often enjoy intimacies with each other to help develop the magic that applies to pursuits of the flesh." Erwynn sensed that his bathing partner was still uncomfortable with the suggestive circumstance. "Well, if nothing else, perhaps you would like to hear the tale of how it was that I came to enjoy passionate kissing with other young men?" 

Floin sort of shrugged his shoulders signaling a false indifference. In truth, like most men of his age, he was always curious to learn of the exploits of the flesh by others. 

Erwynn beamed again with the opportunity to explain his joys. "Well among Druid folk who reach their 18th years and are betrothed to a maiden of the community usually of the same age, naturally the couple conspire to seek privacy and inspect each other in nature in privacy."

Floin nodded. "Aye, it is the same with common folk. The young couple find common free time among them and set off to the woods, where naked together, the maiden can closely familiarize herself with all the features of the horn and stones of the man she is going to mate with." 

"Naturally! For all the time the two will spend with his horn plowing her furrowed yoni, she is going to want to know its character in great detail, in advance. That is exploration my betrothed enjoyed the summer before last. Now, many couples are continued in their curiosity and excitement. . ."

Floin interrupted at this point. "And the maiden beckons her betrothed to stroke his horn until he reaches climax and squirts his seed. Yes, it is the same with common folk."

"Naturally! For all the seed that will be pitched deep into her up to the womb, she is going to want to know how it looks when he is at the fever pitch of his climax, and all the character of the seed as it shoots and spews forth from the end of his horn. Now, so many of us of the same year in our community being betrothed at about the same time and learning of our similar experiences contrived to be festive in the woods. . . "

Floin again interrupted. "And at a mutually agreeable time, set off to a secret location in the forest to all disrobe so that the men could watch each other and have their maidens watch as they stroke their horns to climax and pitch their seed. No doubt competitions were invented to see which fellow could pitch his seed the furthest and which could pitch the greatest amount in any given session. No doubt the maidens were especially entertained when the fellows would stroke each others' horns. In appreciation with the excitement of the moment, they would reach between their legs and with nimble fingers fiddle themselves about their yonis to bring themselves to their squealing female climaxes. Yes, some years this has been known to happen to the young betrothed of the common villages." 

Now Erwynn assumed an impish grin. "You are as knowledgeable about the world as any novice student, Floin of the east. But I bet among your folk, you have never heard anything so unusual as this. At one of the last sessions just before my betrothed and I set off to this academy for our first year, a friend of mine had brought along a pair of Roman ivory dice. We contrived a game of dare where the roller of a 7 would be both the loser and the winner. The roller of 7 would be dared by the previous roller to pursue something lascivious with someone else in the group. For instance, a maiden would be dared to suckle on the nipple of another until the shadows moved noticeably in the forest. Well in this one instance, the maiden who had done so, when I next rolled a 7 for the first time, dared me to kiss passionately, as I would my betrothed, one of the other fellows for the same period of time. Well we approached, both determined to be good sports and entertain the others in spirited sensuality. And sensuous it was." 

Erwynn assumed an enchanted and wandering expression as he recollected the moment. "Our lips met and broad wet tongues clashed and fenced visible to all others. As we pursed our lips and greedily exchanged noisy smacks with sweeping tongues tasted each others pitched desires, we embraced with arms and hands. I positively swooned in his arms and our exposed lingums must have swelled into sturdy horns once more. The others, especially the maidens with their high pitched hooting, cheered their noisy encouragements. My darling Gwyneth was touched and approving of it all more than any of the others. Well, sometimes Gwyneth and I think I must have the luck of the spirits because the very next player in our group to roll a 7 was the handsomest lad of the group. Naturally, I dared him to kiss me under the same circumstances. We rushed to each other and first held each other at the temples to sweep our tongues just centimeters between our lips. When he wrapped me in his strong arms we groped and swept our hands and arms over firm flesh where I could feel his strong back and even the firm tension at the top of his buttocks. Before we were made to disengage, I was in such a delirious faint, my head held back limp and the lad in his passions feasted on my exposed neck with fervent kisses and lusting nibbles. I do believe I was unashamed as to have gained a firm grip on his horn like we were in another stroking session." 

The slender youth sighed. "Everyone was so enervated from the experience that they all congratulated me and I think I must have felt all the hard nipples of all the titties from every maiden of my year in our community that afternoon, from when they hugged me." 

Now Erwynn looked directly into the eyes of Floin, who obviously had listened to the account with keen interest. "Now my Gwyneth encourages me to seek this intimacy with other novice students of this dormitory, and relate back to her the experience of all the lusty pleasures. But I would like to find a way that the three of us could sneak off between classes and she could watch as we revealed to her a feast of passions with tongue and lips involving such a handsome fellow as yourself." 

"You would have your betrothed witness intimacies of great passion between us"? 

Erwynn's pale gray eyes were lit up like torches now. "Yes! What say you? We are in private now and you could try the proposal out now to see if it would suit your pleasure to have the three of us rendezvous." 

The larger man moved in quickly for the pass with a great splash but his target held him back for softer affections. They slowly moved in where first just their lips pressed and Floin was impressed that these lips of a man were just as soft and encouraging as any woman's. They pecked pleasingly a number of times before they both started to part their lips and taste the sweetness of the soft wet tongue tips. The smaller man truly had devised a magical connection, for Floin started to go giddy and crave more of the sensuous pleasure. The lips pursed and began to explore of each other before Erwynn skillfully drew Floin's broad wet tongue into his mouth, the seduction complete, come back to meet it with wide sweeps of devoted mating. They splashed about now, Erwynn thrilled to have the strong man's arms about him, his tongue would dart back in only to lick about so smoothly when Floin's tongue would thrust to chase after it. Floin whimpered the soft moans of his pleasure and absentmindedly thrust his hips toward his partner when he felt first light soft caresses to his stones. Exploring fingers first plied their way up the shaft of the heated flinching horn, then grasp it with an acute sense of just the right pressure, and then start to stroke, slowly at first, and then more rigorously. 

Suddenly Floin came to his senses, pulled away, and with a great splash suddenly moved in very close to pin the smaller man to the side of the vat. Two naked men with completely clenched muscles shared a very tense moment in an old bathing vat. Floin's dark eyes blazed like a hot fire, scorching just inches from the gray eyes of his partner. "Now listen here, you strumpet. And you are a whoring strumpet even with what might serve as the paltry parts of a man. Listen when I tell you that if you are going to use your Druid tricks to inflame my passions so, I will lay you out and take you by the little tight hole between the cheeks of your scrawny ass and ravish it with my bursting and impatient horn for the snatching little yoni that it is. No doubt you have a real hankering cunt back there. I will thrust my teased roll of sausage into your saucy cunt and tear it up before I burst my load of searing seed deep beyond your bowels into your very vitals. Now, what say you to that?"

Erwynn's look of panic and terror gradually softened into a little smile. "I think that would be something that my dear Gwyneth would enjoy the witness of."

to be continued. . .



Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 03



The two novice men were disrobed, the ends of their flinching horns, the heads of which glistened in the shady filtered sunlight with the excretions of liquid excitement, they embraced tightly and their mouths were open and tongues extended for the duels of fevered kisses of passion. The audience of one, a maiden betrothed to one, was not herself defrocked of her novice robe. But she looked on with great interest, observing every scintillating movement of the two youths in their profound ardors of amorous flesh-to-flesh intercourse. Her eyes widened to the circles of silver Roman dinere upon being able to witness the unattired Floin in the flower of his manhood, complete with his proud and beautiful horn of such ruggedly proportioned length and thickness. Her concealed titties swelled and the nipples turned hard. Her yoni quivered, flared, and moistened in appreciation of all she beheld. She gave a little silent prayer in thanks to the love and fertility gods for gracing her with this opportunity of such witness.

But she had an inkling of fear that maybe a wicked spirit was aloof and about. "Do not hurt my dear Erwynn. The yoni of his backside has yet to be deflowered and the impatience of your great majestic horn could be like a fierce sword as it plunges into him."

Floin shot her almost a contemptuous sneer. "After all our conspiracy to create this event, it is too late now, wench to fear for the all the sensitive frailties of his yearning cunt. Now assist to raise and pull back and spread open his legs to enable my hungry monster easy entry to ravish the appointed hole."

The maiden in response took offense and was about to protest when the targeted man spoke up to assuage her outrage. "No distress is in order, dearest. I believe I feel quite ready for our friend's manly assaults. I have settled all the propitious rites with all the appropriate spirits and I affirm that with the assistance of good Druid magic, my alternate yoni is nearly likened to a female's. In the fevered pitch of my lust, the only mistake would be to delay our coupling. Please do as he says and let him be as fierce in his advances as pleases him."

Gwyneth positioned herself above her betrothed's head and pulled back his raised legs by the ankles so that the spread cheeks of his small ass made very visible the physical target of carnal delectation for both men. There were visible traces of preparatory goose grease that Erwynn had stolen from the potions closets about the anal opening. Floin's sleek form hovered over the lewdly available smaller man on his back, lining up the end of his impatient and hotly throbbing horn to the small aperture that was about to be pierced open. He felt the moist ring of the reclining man shift against his sensitive man head as Erwynn flexed his bowels to accommodate an easier breach. He pressed forward and for the first time plunged his sturdy horn into the grip of warm moist flesh, the steady friction of which would bring unsurpassed pleasures. The penetrating man was so afflicted with the greed of his ecstasy, he thrust his hips to rend into the small tunnel deeper until he was in up to the hilt in only two more forward strokes. The thick growth of hairy bush about his man parts flattened and pressed about the ass cheeks and crotch of the stuck man below him. 

"Ooooooooooph! Ooooooooooahh!" The impaled man cried out with abrupt and profound impact into the innards of his partner's deepest privacy. 

"Oh my dearest, we cannot let him hurt you so." The devoted maiden was nearly besotted with distress and worry that the man with whom she hoped to found a family was experiencing grievous injury. 

"No my maiden. He must ravish me with all the fierceness he can muster. I can feel the pain is giving way to the magic of great pleasing elixirs." He looked into the eyes of the man who had him compromised with greatest severity short of death. "My glorious monster of carnal assault, do not restrain yourself but use my flesh to exact the greatest glories for your own." 

It was then that the clearing deep in the forest let loose with great cries from the crows, rooks, and ravens in celebration of this first momentous union. While Erwynn gasped a "yes" with each forward jab in his sensitive innards, Floin focused on the superb tension and snug clasp on his swollen delighted man part. He stroked this way and that . He sensed the quivering and tightening and loosening of the impaled man's active ring and adjusted himself so that the clasping motions grasped every blessed inch. ~~ where the crown meets the shaft and where the crown itself would be pinched by another man's attentive flesh. He thrust himself deep and shallow, with pace both quick and hard, and soft and slow. 

Gwyneth marveled at the spectacle of the two naked grunting, gasping, groaning men with muscles all flexed, writhing in their ecstacies of splendid union. This was a magic of blessings from the gods and spirits of which there was no equal. She was in a state of bliss of unrequited fascination and she had witnessed never any arts or listened to music that had put her in such a spell of blissful attention. She watched as her betrothed complained not once but rather reveled in the splendor of having his naked form battered and pummeled by the larger man from vicious strokes and forward thrusts by a firmly implanted large and ominous truncheon of man flesh. He encouraged the assaulting man to merge tongues and lips and he wrapped his calves and locked his ankles over the small of his partner's back in favor of the deepest thrusts forward. 

Floin heard his partner let out a high pitched cry and felt a warm wetness on his lower abdomen. His partner was retching in such intense passions from pitching his seed. The heat had been reaching a bursting point in Floin's loins as it was, so when he felt that strongest squeeze and throb against his exercised member, his whole frame went into quivers of heat and pleasure with many explosions from his loins that shot through the length of his horn and gushed out a flexed opening deep into Erwynn's visceral center. Surely this was affirmation that the gods had meant men to couple with the same or greater fervor, passion, and intention of purpose as that between the genders. 

Gwyneth was beside herself with joy and excitement as Floin's softening lingum plopped out of his partner's hole and the two started to pull themselves apart. In the spirit of the moment she rushed to both of them and kissed about the face and eyes in her elevated enthusiasm, but she was more practical regarding the circumstance all the same. The men wanted to relax and continue embrace in the glow of satisfying fatigue after their exertions. But the energetic maiden prompted to cover themselves in their robes again and make haste to return to the campus as the sun faded and darkness started to descend upon the forest. With dead leaves and more tender leaves arrested from smaller bushes, she assisted them in wiping away any residual fluids. 

As the days cooled with the impending autumn, their reunion couplings were few in the forest with Gwyneth present. By now the two students were diversifying their positions so that on occasion Erwynn would hover and squat over his partner such that he could control the manner in which he would allow his little passage to be pierced and impaled by the bigger man. In the cold winter, the two youths had to consent to meet at the warm quarters of an aged and lecherous Druid instructor, who secretly availed his domicile for men novices who wished to practice such magic that entailed the passionate affairs of deeply personal intimacy. In a drooling stupor of benign lust, the voyeur would observe every detail of movement between the embracing flesh of two or more novices. Sometimes Floin would oblige another classmate or even upper classman by invading the backside orifice. 

Within days before the cessation of the first year, the weather broke out in glorious spring warmth and rendezvous between the 3 of them restored for 2 or 3 more sessions in their favored forest clearing. "By now, are you not aware that my betrothed is also skilled in the arts of suckling another man's horn?" Gwyneth was delighted to introduce a new manner of the intercourse of flesh not yet experienced between the two. "He did not relate that in that game of dice, he shook another 7 and was dared to suckle the horn of another lad present among us? We all learned he is a natural practitioner of this magic, as well." 

Floin smiled as the mock accuser and his lingum started to swell and straighten with life anew with the prospect of a new delight. "You mean you would restrict another fine Druid trick from me." He marveled and luxuriated the way lips and tongue swept and suckled over shaft, head, and opening with such perfect wetness and pressure as to suck up the heat of newly stirred loins and ultimately suck out a new increment of hot seed from the sensitive passage of his greatly flinching and throbbing manhood. 

"I am sorry for my rudeness to the both of you at the beginning of our year of studies." This outburst of contrition to his fellow rule breakers occurred just as Erwynn was licking away the last drops from Floin's horn of a profound new emission. "I can see the spirits have endowed you both with great powers and that you exceed me in skill and art in magic capabilities." 

Gwyneth spoke a soothing retort of great compliment and kissed her naked friend on the cheek. "Nonsense, it is you that have greatly instructed us. We will always think well of our comely friend Floin of the east and his beautiful horn. After we wed, we want you come to visit us. You can ravish Erwynn's tight back yoni to your heart's great pleasure. If you are wed by then as well, bring your wife and all that which is mine will be hers, as well. We will both bathe you and I will anoint your handsome lingum and stones with the finest perfumes of the British Isles, and maybe some from across the great channel in Gaul as well." 

Floin laughed heartily with the prospect. "Well I would have the sweetest smelling manhood in all the isles, to be sure. But surely there would be no grander hospitality even among Celtic peoples on the continent than if I were to visit the favor of our friendship." But the student was impatient and wanted to turn his attention to other things. He had been frustrated by the rudimentary and less exciting curriculum of the year. Also, the academy had switched its course of the 1st year from Greek to Latin because of the advancing Romans. Floin already was fairly well versed in Greek because of his sojourn to Winchester just before his advance into early youth. Now, Greek instruction would only be available to more advanced student Novices. 

It was time to advance into greater things, and that opportunity would present itself the day before he left the campus for his home village in the east. On that occasion, one of his maiden classmates of better looks and flirtatiousness, with height nearly his own, led him to a vacant lecture hall. "Listen carefully, my strong and comely classmate, Floin of the east. I am the daughter of one of the most respected priests not just of the isles, but among Druid folk on the continent east all the way to the plains of the Russe. My father had intended me to marry one or another son from very powerful Druid families, but their bearing has been such that I have refused. My father would not object to my betrothal to a Novice among commoners, but he would have to be of highest character. I have observed you closely and your occasional cheekiness toward the instructors appeals to my rebellious spirit. But your cheerful humorous camaraderie with all our classmates impresses me much more. You are very powerful on the game field and that stirs the sparks of growing passions within me. The gods have graced you with great intelligence, but I want you be more ambitious in your studies."

She moved in close enough where she had him wrap his arm around her waist. "I have decided that I will ask my father for our betrothal, all the same. I will be so bold as to tell you now that in my fantasy, you have made my breasts swell and my yoni flare and moisten greatly. In all affairs of the flesh, I am certain your magic is very powerful and the gods of love and fertility have made me greedy to be fortunate subject of it. I am deeply curious as to what it will feel like for you to pitch your seed deep into me, that I will become with child. Now kiss me" 

At this moment, Floin was glad to have had so much practice with Erwynn, and his gift for oral passions made the exalted young woman somewhat faint. Despite the fervent and tight embrace, she still had the presence of mind to reach up and feel for the character of his throbbing horn through the bunches of his robe. By touch alone, she knew its stature was everything she had hoped for. More than an icon of manly flesh that would surely bring her many pleasures, she knew that its intimate contact could be very empowering to her. She nearly had to struggle to pull herself out of his embrace. "Yes your powers are strong, Novice student, and if you strive diligently in study, you will make a very majestic Druid of wide renown." 

She cast a smile of pursed lips that mocked secret knowledge. "Now listen carefully of my plan. I will convince my father to travel with me to your village in the heat of the summer to interview your family and the other villagers about you. Before you know of our presence, when my father would meet with you, I hope to spy on your nude form for the first time as you labor with the other villagers or recreate in bathing." She let out a smug little titter. "I will know much more about you for many months before we wed than you about me. That way I can be confident that our powers will be somewhat equal when we do so." 

Floin never objected or suggested any qualifications to their pursuit in the slightest. All through the night and into the next day when he was packing his satchels saddled to his mule for the return to his home village, his horn raged with excitement with the prospect of this passionately curious maiden who would spy on him unawares in his naked state. Would she perhaps observe him, when he is unaware, when he was in high spirits skuffling with the other young men who playfully challenged him at the shores of the bathing ponds. She would see how his mature lingum and stones would wiggle and flit about in the great commotion of merriment. "Yes!" he thought. "That would be a good eyeful for her. That could be magic that would arouse her to female climax right where she was crouching." to be continued. . . 



Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 04



"Why would you be away when such a noble Druid, and the daughter who seeks to wed you come to make their introductions and interview us for suitability of betrothal?" The older man's dark eyes flashed with impatience for his son. 

"Did I not alert you that a Novice maiden would seek our betrothal from her father?"

"Yes, but when you announced your plan to venture to the far off Isle of Anglesey for a month or more, I thought they would plan not to pay call until the winter solstice holiday or after the end of your next year. And I still cannot comprehend why you would need to journey to such a distant library when the academy should have all the books you require for your studies." 

"But the effect of my journey off to the finest collection of books and papers for scholarship in all of Britian had the desired result didn't it? It has all worked out for the best, so why should you complain?" 

"Aye, it did that lad." The tone of his voice only became more irritated and exasperated. "But the result was from such haphazard thinking. Like what you have been about all your life, it seems. Your mother and I, nor any of the rest of the villagers were prepared to receive such fine people. You know it is the dirtiest and most. . ." His father struggled to conjure just the right words. ". . .least dignified time of the year for our village."

"Aye, but the others said they were very pleased and understanding about the conditions for the industry here in tending to the crops and the herds. The maiden's father said he would have good things to report to the High Druid Councils." 

"Don't change the subject, son. That is not the point and you know it. We have our pride. I turned the corner of the village path past our neighbor's house and there were the two of them waiting for me in their spotless white robe finery. And me, naked as the moment I was pushed from your grandmother's womb and a full day's grime about me. You're lucky your dad has not fainted dead away with shame and embarrassment." He turned red in the face and shook his finger at the son who knew that if he spoke another word, the old man would lose a violent temper. "Aye, very gracious they are. The man who would be your father reached out to console me, and spoke that he would not have expected anything else from me. The maiden who would be your wife curtsied about and addressed me as a noble wearing the finest silks spun in China and woven in India."

The old man's wrath cooled, but his disappointment was unabated. "I'll tell you for all your manly bearing and the smarts endowed to you by the gods, I will always be wracked with doubt that you are good enough for such fine people with pleasing temper. They spoke very nice to your mother and I, and the father spoke jokes about the Druid people, that they are not so formal as we common villagers would believe. At least we had some of the best fresh brewed beer from the small early harvest for them to sample. At first the two of them were disappointed that you were not present in the village. But when I told them that you had made off two weeks earlier with expensive ink and paper to Anglesey, the maiden's dad brightened greatly. 

"'Daughter, why did you not tell me that the fellow you seek to wed aspires to be so ambitious a scholar?'"

The old man squinted with suspicion. "The daughter smiled sweetly to her father but did not reply, as if this were a surprise to her too. Aye, this great Druid was pleased that I agreed to the betrothal, but something is not right here." The old man lunged and reached up to grab the worn collar of Floin's travel garb. "Now listen my boy, you will not bring dishonor to your mother or this village for all your schemes of easy advancement. In the upcoming year at that school, you will be every bit the laboring scholar that great priest thinks you are. . . ., even if it means that pretty refined maiden thinks you have gotten very boring." The old man pushed his son away with disturbed impatience 

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"And who were the mad spirits who sent you to Anglesey and for what reason on their green earth?"

"Now listen my pretty, if you think the upcoming year at this dullard's paradise will be one of worshipful study, I have much to tell you, daughter of venerable priest, that will disabuse of you such placid notions." Floin was in no mood to argue about the improprieties of not being present to suit the expectations of so exalted a brat. What he had learned on his sojourn to the north changed his whole agenda of expectation for the shared future with this maiden of great sophistication. "I thought much on my continued novice study here over the summer. Last year, one of the instructor's confided to me that the concordances between Greek vocabulary and the symbols used by many of our Celtic tribes were incomplete and that this has led to poor interpretation of treatises on engineering, philosophy, and magic." 



"What concern is that of yours, . . . " She was about to protest that Greek instruction would not begin for another year, but Floin interrupted the maiden he was promised to, to communicate his urgent message of what he thought their urgent destiny. 

"That is not important, now. The instructor related to me that the only complete concordances are at the libraries in Anglesey. But what I have to tell you is what else I learned as to why the gods have led us to meet and the great obligations you will fulfill as a daughter of such noble stock." She glanced at him as if he was losing his senses. "I spoke at length with an old blind man who is the oldest librarian of the catalog. He interviewed me and when he learned that I would likely be betrothed to you, he spoke of the dark days and challenges ahead for native Britons. He speaks with and hears many travellers. More than one has related that the great tribal chief, Caractacus was never killed by the Romans after they captured him but lives in that city still. He has even come to befriend the old lame but crafty Emperor. The Emperor believes he has many enemies, most especially in his family, and that they will eventually kill him. His successors led by his brutish great-nephew, Nero will bring many disasters on the Empire, but that also they will break all the agreements with the Celts here in the isles. The Emperor believes that if all the tribes unite, we Britons can defeat them and send them packing for good and all." He knew she wanted to interrupt with many questions, but he suggested they separate to the dormitories and refresh themselves in the baths before meeting after the scheduled dinner and continue in an empty lecture room afterward. It was still a few days before classes started and he wanted her attentions of the next days to change drastically. 

"I am told that the Emperor thought he could restore the honor and virtues of the old ways to his people and be fair and just with the peoples of the provinces but now realizes that he has failed." 

Gwyneth tittered. "You mean they have become even worse barbarians than the barbarians they have contempt for." Yes reader, she too is a "Gwyneth"., Gwyneth, daughter of Balderic of York. The Erwynn and Gwyneth of this tale did not return for the new year to the academy, and no one knows why not. 

"But the old man told me that from the accounts of the Gauls who were defeated at the hands of Julius Caesar, the Druids among them suffered terrible fates and such would be our lot if we do not resist them successfully. Everywhere here they defeat us, we can expect them to disrobe the Druids and deprive them of any trinkets of jewelry including what has been pierced into them. If the land is at a forest they will sling noosed ropes and hang them naked, one by one up from high branches ~~ even the little ones will not be spared for slavery. But if the capture is a young woman of at least her 18th year, the soldiers will be allowed first to inspect her, and if she is of their liking, she will be lashed, legs spread open, to a device of wooden boards carpentered especially for the purpose, and raped by all who have the urge to pitch their seed deep into a woman. If the capture is by a lake or large pond, they will not bother with the rope, but escort each one with enough soldiers to overpower him into the water just deep enough to drown them one at a time. They will take the mass of dead flesh and burn them in large numbers in great bonfires as quick pyres."

He guzzled the watery mead he had brought with him from his home village. "They plan to wipe out our ways and worship. All papers and parchment with our varied symbols will be burnt. Those that are images on stone will be smashed." 

The serious youth suddenly brightened. "But there are prophecies. The old man told me of the Verses of the Oracles of the Druids in Flanders which speaks of the coming travails of Celtic peoples everywhere. I was told where they rest on the shelves and found them to be written in a mix of Celtic symbols and Greek alphabet. In Britain, they speak of a great princess warrior, of many skills, arts and magic, who will lead all the tribes against the legions of Empire. She will be aided by a lover of great cunning and manly bearing."

Gwyneth was profoundly unconvinced. "For all your brilliance and gaming excellence, you are an impatient and impetuous commoner if you believe what I sense you are thinking. My father would never have consented to my being trained in the soldierly arts." 

Floin responded with urgency and optimism in his tone. "But I have known many here and elsewhere, great instructors in coaching these things, who could teach you. You have the bearing and already have some blessings of the battle and warrior gods I am sure. Even if I am wrong and the prophecies apply to another couple of great powers, it is our duty to prepare to defend our people in their certain great danger." 

The maiden of high birth was becoming convinced by this youth in the powers of his conviction and profound intention. She knew if he did not lapse into substantial misjudgement, he would be a Druid leader of great charisma. She not just lusted for him, but lusted to benefit from the charm and charisma of his great personal bearing. 

"No doubt they will first move to monopolize access to a great source of our magic at the hot springs in Bath. By then, we Britons should be united and be prepared to defend it, the villages with our iron works, and prepare for assault at the main garrison in Colchester. Any subversives and spies in the south should unite the tribes' people for surprise attacks at the enemy's new massive trade center on the Thames, London and to drive them into the channel from safe harbor in South Hampton and Portsmouth. . . . As for ourselves, our instruction here is of little use except one class this term, 'mushrooms and herbs for magic fortification'. We must use every opportunity to practice propitious rites and prayers to the appropriate gods and spirits to boost our own powers in sacred unity. This will mean that before the first frost taints the locality, we must blessedly merge my lingum with your yoni in acts of enthralling sensuality in the presence of a river goddess."

"But that would mean violating our vows as Novices of the academy and my vow of Druidic betrothal." Gwyneth was greatly seduced now, but still alarmed by the proposal that circumvented well regarded convention. 

"But don't you see, with the proper prayers and observances, the gods will forgive us our violations, and instead sanctify us with powers to their defense and worship against invaders who intend to desecrate and defile their bonds with us Britons. Besides, I have been to two sanctified libraries to learn the magic of how we can practice these mergers and with great relish, without you becoming with child." 

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They were so excited that first early evening, they almost forgot their necessary prayer to the goddess of the nearby narrow and gently flowing river at a bend of a very small clearing and tall reeds, that it was unlikely they would be spotted there. They laid out their blankets for reclining and between urgent kisses and heartfelt hugs and embraces, the daughter of Druid priestliness was helped out of Novice robe so that her lover could feast his eyes on her natural state for the first time. Floin was rendered speechless with the charms he beheld, creamy smooth skin with swelled titties and her nipples very hard and pointed. Smiles of joy, she quickly reclined and spread her legs open, knees bent in a gesture of willing receptivity, showing off the dewy readiness of swollen ruddy yoni lips with glistening attendant bush. Floin at first thought her so perfect, for seconds he believed he would be merging with the river goddess herself. Impatiently, he tugged up his robe and pulled it away to reveal his nakedness to her. 

Her eyes widened with wonder at his swelled and flinching manhood. Her womanhood clenched and expanded with desire. She propped up part way to reach for what she yearned to fill her and felt its great warmth and velvety surface in her exploring fingers. She guided it to her womanly opening and he reclined, positioning his hips to enter her. Her virgin barrier, already stretched by ritual preparations, broke away easily and painlessly in the invitation to grip and take possession of a hungering man horn for the first time. Within seconds their great sensual excitations caused a mutual climax and she felt the splendor of his silky seed being pitched deep into her. 

Their couplings at the same locale were as frequent as their schedules and requisite secrecy would allow. After the frost, they would plan secret midnight meetings in dark corridors not too far from where fires were still lit. They diversified their lovemaking to many positions and styles. One of their favorites was to adjust themselves head to gender parts, where they could suckle each other to climax and savor the earthy flavors of each others' flesh favored to them by the fertility gods. 

Now somehow within the friendliest circle of maiden Novices the interludes of the handsome couple became known and Gwyneth would speak of bits of detail about their ribald activity in return for sworn silence among all of them. But one whom Gwyneth trusted was secretly jealous and would betray her oath. This other was a duplicitous wench who thought Gwyneth assumed a superior and regal bearing. But she never expressed her true feelings and would always fawn false friendliness and seek out little confidences from the taller woman. 

At the first break of good warm spring weather less than a month before the end of their second year, the young couple returned to what they thought would be their same clandestine secret spot on the bank of the lazy nearby river. They quickly bathed in its frigid water and recited their prayer of gratitude and request for increased powers. It was the maiden this time who hovered overhead to take her lover's rigid horn into her clasping yoni. The steady buildup of heat and pleasure from the passions of merged and mating flesh caused them both to explode in waves of powerful outburst. It was in the throes of the great eruptions from Floin's loins and stones that surged through his delectably pressured horn deep into the clutching grip of womanly reception that he looked up to see the Dean and other officers of the Academy peering down at them.

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Gwyneth wept deeply in her hasty retreat from the Academy following the disgrace of immediate expulsion. It was not tears of shame and contrition but self-pity for the contradiction that was her fate. The seduction and spell she fell under from the beautiful youth who was her mate for several months she felt no regrets. But that she was cast under such spells under such inappropriate circumstances in her life, causing such profound disappointment to her parents and much of her kin of her noble Druidic clan was the source of much sadness. 

Her father sent her to a Priestess sorority that had one of three British communities, this one located just outside of Hull. As a novice in good standing for two years, she was able to become an ordained priestess without completing instruction at an academy, but she was still bound to the vows of her order for the remainder of her days. As a full member of the order, she had the privilege of intimate couplings with her sisters in the manner of the famed women of the Isle of Lesbos. She indulged in these relationships from time-to-time, but as the saying goes, she "carried a torch" for her lover Floin until her last breath. Her vows forbade her from ever marrying, but she could prostitute herself to raise lucre on behalf of the maintenance of Druid shrines and magical sites. That she could never muster the inclination for. 

Fortunately, the community at Hull had the good sense to migrate into the great northlands of the Picts and Scots and not join the ill-fated last stand among the Druids at Anglesey, when the Romans were on the move again to take complete control of the Celts north into the interior of Britain. 

Floin was immediately taken custody by local soldiers and escorted to a secret fortress and training site about 75 miles northwest. All his plans for the ensuing weeks of holiday were dashed. He had hoped that both he and Gwyneth would tour many military encampments in central and northern Britain for instruction through the summer weeks. She would accompany him on his return to the library at Anglesey and he would read to her the "Military Tactics" of Polybius. 

Instead he languished in a small hut alone under constant guard for weeks on end. He feared that he had been selected as a candidate for sacrifice to the gods of war and protection. This he knew would mean that he would be taken to a sacred peat bog clad only in a sacramental robe. After the appropriate prayers and rites, he would be knocked on the head with the head of an iron hatchet, his neck would be lassoed with a small rope as if to be strangled, and his throat cut deeply, with a small cauldron ready to catch the blood of gushing flow. The movements of his death throes would be studied carefully for divination of future movement by their enemies. His naked dead body, as final offering to the gods would be dumped into the shallow bog for eternity. To enhance the proper energies for the grisly event, a maiden would be on hand to caress and fondle his man parts so that his horn would be stiff and raging with desire when its owner is struck down. 

Midsummer's Day at the summer solstice passed and his fears eased, but as the days continued and the guards still claimed ignorance for what would be his fate, he feared the worst for any upcoming festival. To one of the friendlier guards he confided his deep concerns. The guard however betrayed his confidence. He repeated it, more or less, to one of the camp commanders. The officer paid him a call a week or so later with an amused grin. "You may have been betrothed to one of the great princesses of the isles, but that still does not counter the fact that you are just a commoner. Aye, no doubt to seek the aid of the gods of war and protection there will be more than one sacrifice this year, if there has not been any already. No, a strapping lad such as yourself will be needed among the soldiers." 

He paused for a minute, smiling all the while. "They tell me you have some education about the Greeks. Do you know how in some cities they kept loyalty among the soldiers? They paired them off as mates, devoted lovers. You must know that in times of crisis we do the same here. You will be paired to a deserving soldier is my guess. They are just keeping you here until some initiation rite during a festival".

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Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 04



Floin had promised not to try to escape and was therefore escorted to the great Stonehenge in a more dignified manner than in restraints. In his earlier youth of cocksure days and great ambition, he had never imagined that his backside orifice would be sought as a desired yoni for another man's hungering horn. Worse yet, his yoni would be on display, open and available for deflowering by a priest reputed to bear a monster manhood when stretched hard into an assaulting horn, and before many of the most distinguished men and women of magic in the isles. Since relations were still officially in agreement, there would even be some invited Roman dignitaries present for the festival. The Celtic New Year was their great harvest event on the first day of November and the night before. Samhain is the occasion when the most gods and spirits are thanked for the bounty that allows them to live on in peace and community for another year. The night festival is when the dead ancestors are granted special thanks for bringing life to the living descendants and there were many different offerings of gratitude. That year it was decided that three young men would be deflowered in ceremony as offerings to both the gods of love and war. They would then each be paired off to a deserving soldier who is awarded a mate that could offer the warmth of firm warm flesh and opportunity to satisfy the urges in powerful loins. 

There was no dignity however when his sacramental cloak was removed and he was visible to a large assembly stark naked by the light of two bonfires save just a ceremonial necklace of polished amber stones. His ceremony was set off to one side of the stone circle astride some great pillars along its circumference. He was encouraged to bend over at waist level so that his torso and head rested on a rough hewn table painted with the images that Floin knew to be intercessory spirits. With large hemp cords laid across his back and arms, he was lashed to the table, so that he could not resist any assaults to his person. He could not see behind him, but he could see the small crowd from either side. The onlookers shared a mutual expression suddenly. Their eyelids raised, their eyes widened round like coins as did their mouths. He felt the press of warm flesh against his sensitive spot that is the circular opening to the yoni of the male. Two large hands had clenched him either side above his bare waist. After a brief incantation in another very old Celtic language of which he knew only a few words, he realized that the priest with the great truncheon of manhood, especially chosen for just this sacrament, had stepped into his place. His deflowering would occur apace as a very public spectacle. 

He winced in anticipation of the bawdy violation, but had the sense and presence of mind not to tighten his ring and hole as men will do when completely overpowered in the assault of rape. Rather, he flexed his bowels and pushed his ring out to make the puncture into his most personal opening as easy and accessible as he had the power to. This he hoped would make the inevitable somewhat less painful. The assaulting priest, his face streaked with what seemed like war paint in the flickering flames of the bonfire, thrust his hips and lunged his great monster horn, dripping with greasy potions, so that it to tore into Floin's virgin cavity up to the hilt in one quick forward stroke. "Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!' he roared as if in a battle cry. 

"Ooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!" Floin could not restrain himself from crying out, much to the delight of an audience of mostly social elites. He could feel how every centimeter of his ring, the tender linings of his vulnerable vessel up to his bowels, through and beyond into his vitals, suddenly had to stretch so wide as if being torn asunder in the impact of so violent a ravishing. All of his lower torso into his abdominal viscera seemed on fire. His eyes teared and he nearly cursed the gods for inflicting an injury on him that would be the end of his being able to eat again, no less deny him the ability to ever excrete his dirt. But as the priest behind began to stroke in his urge to pump the heat from his loins into the much afflicted anus and depths beyond, it was if the fire there cooled and the friction in those parts began a glow of great luxury and profound intimacy of contact. Floin realized that the potions about the gargantuan horn had magical properties that not only would enthrall him for this lusty performance, but could effect his intimate needs and the urges of his flesh for the remainder of his days. His whole naked surface began to glow with a desiring needful heat. It was a cool delicious heat that tingled all about him as the monstrous flesh that filled him thrust forward every time, and he was only in feeling of want if his assailant did no thrust forward with enough fervor and impact. It was a revelation to be skewered like this, so naked and defenseless, vulnerable under complete restraint. 

It was the greatest adventure of Floin's life and he thought himself never so alive as at this moment. The gods must have destined this for him. All his heroic plans for marrying into a powerful family seemed silly now. To be naked with a simple but fierce soldier and mated to him for life as passionate lovers, seemed on so many levels, so much more enthralling and fulfilling. The sensation of the great gush of seed from the assailing priest's climax so deep, yet so silky and cooling, was at the moment his own stones and loins had heated and tightened so that they erupted in heated waves of his own seed to surge through the passage of his throbbing horn and spew out on to the ground under him and under the table. He did not recognize the two novices who approached to cut away his restraints and assist him at the end of the ceremony. He was so enervated and transformed by the experience, so filled with a new confidence in the powers of his flesh, he did not care. 

Two other young male youths would follow him that evening to be subjected to the same sort of ceremony. Cloaked once more, he was hurriedly escorted by the soldiers who had led him to Britain's most mystical stone circle that auspicious night. He felt the priest's splendid seed slither out his anus and some on to his thighs. Already the initiated yoni began to feel the absence and void of lively man horn from within. He remembered that he had once mocked fellow students for their yearning "cunts". The delectable irony was that he certainly had one now. One of his soldiers in escort spoke to him as they marched across the dark plain that night. "You will make a fine wife."

to be continued. . .



Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 05



It was one of those damp cold dreary evenings that Britons know to be so frequent in their early winter, when Floin was escorted from training camp common barracks to the Spartan but warm hut of the training commander. He had been complimented well for so quickly taking to the soldierly arts. He hoped that this would be the night that he would be paired off with a brusque experienced soldier to be mated with until one or the other was killed in battle. 

He was fascinated with the commander, for he was a color of dark burnished ebony or mahogany. He was probably a little shorter than was customary among soldiers, but with muscles and stretched limbs, tight with bristling energy. His comrades related that their leader hailed from a Numidian tribe of Africa who had been loyal to Hannibal in the Punic Wars of hundreds of years earlier. After the defeat of the Carthageneans, they vowed that they and their descendants would always come to the aid of peoples anywhere who resisted the heavy yoke of Roman oppression. This exotic foreigner was evidently greatly skilled and would order his student inferiors in a thick accent, words often interspersed with Latin and other unknown languages. 

In fact, Floin took an interest in many of the other soldiers in encampment ~ interests and attractions that were unknown to him until that remarkable night at the famous stone circle only weeks earlier. It pleased him to catch brief sight of the exposed buttocks, lingums, and stones of his colleagues as they bathed briefly in the frigid waters of the nearby creeks and rivers. Some would wink back at him, knowing of the profoundly magical and transformative ritual that switched Floin to prefer men in pursuits of fleshly pleasure. 

Instead of introductions in the company of a small party, Floin was astonished to enter through the low opening and stand to be greeted by the commander alone, not wearing a stitch of any garb. It was a very pleasing image for him although soon he learned that it would not be the company commander with whom he would be paired. "Welcome my novice friend and warm yourself by the fire." The commander was seated smiling in his chair by the fire that burned in the center of his hut. "No doubt you are perplexed by my nakedness. Sit by the fire and learn of my intentions for you, and my privileges as your commander." Floin crouched by the hearth.

"I will soon introduce you to a fine soldier and veteran of past conflicts. You will be his wife, but he will also provide you personal instruction for the field of battle. But as part of my agreements of training command with the fighting Britons, I can choose which soldiers to couple with and what women who live in near villages who suit my fancy. " The naked dark man winked and continued a beaming grin. "I have chosen to sample you before I pair you off to a mate. No one, man or woman, has yet complained of my exploits to date. You Britons enjoy your pleasures of the flesh unreservedly. I can see you do novice, with your eyes so intent on my lingum." The naked camp commander opened his legs and thrust his seat forward some in his chair to better expose his well formed man parts. Floin understood the gesture and eagerly placed himself seated on the floor facing the naked man, to intimately acquaint himself with the pursuit of such available flesh in such ways for the first time. With exploring fingers and hands he was able to arouse the exposed lingum to a proud raging horn in seconds. He was enervated by the pulsing heat of the living sasparilla root that twitched and flinched in his grasp. 

His own horn throbbed with fervent desires in his soldier's garment. He licked and suckled about the horn's meaty texture,so firm in the long shaft, and more tender at the large head. With the salty ointment that leaked from the man slit, its saucy flavor compared favorably to the swelling lips of Gwyneth's yoni. He was astonished that it had taken to this late time in his youth before he would appreciate such a magical delight, one that he would hunger for increasingly in future days. 

The lean naked man moaned his approval of Floin's attentions and intermittently gently direct Floin's head down to be attentive with flicking tongue of the impressive walnuts that hung so langorously from his fulsome man sac. "Oh, my eager suckling friend, I know that in your vigors you would wish to taste my seed in my climax, but I would choose to enter you and sample your man yoni while my loins are still hot with lust. Remove your soldier's garment and lie back on my sleeping satchel, naked and available for my advances."

Floin was eager to comply. It pleased him to be watched as he stepped from his garment to reveal himself in his natural state, his own impressive horn swaggering with desire. At the intensely pleasurable suggestion of the moment, his "yearning cunt" squirmed with the need to be prodded open by insistent man flesh as he reclined and lay back on the satchel. He savored the moment when his now very personal but empty vessel would be filled and pumped by another's heated man flesh , for the first time since that night of great ritual at Stonehenge just weeks before. He threw up his legs and held them at the back of his knees so that his backside pucker was open and available in bawdy invitation. 

The still seated man beamed and laughed at the gesture of such willing lascivious contact. "You prove my point that you Britons are always eager and ready in your engagements of flesh and pleasure." In truth, he found Floin's form to be very exciting. He relished the idea of rubbing against this young soldier's obviously toned flesh and the abundance of hairs that sprung from his chest and mid-section. Those hairs that sprung in a circle around his deep-set navel and led in a narrow trail to plunge into a mature thicket of man bush sprouting even from the base of a thick proud horn, were so sensually pleasing to look at, he became giddy with desire. 

The dark commander stood to lay himself on top of the white skinned soldier at his disposal, to feel the warmth and glow of his firm body and embrace him for a deep kiss. This was an art of magic for which Floin was well versed. He knew how to move his lips and tongue to affect the greatest pleasure. The kisses spread to necks, shoulders, chests, and nipples. Embracing hands explored thighs, firm buttocks and man parts. They found themselves with Floin's legs raised and his posterior up and available once again. The dark man covered the length of his horn with spittle and tickled Floin's squirning pucker with more yet. At last, Floin felt the pressure against his most intimate portal and felt the slightly cramping but nonetheless exquisite sensation of his backside tunnel have to stretch and open to grip the meaty heated horn advancing to its hilt up into needful bowels and visceral vitals beyond. Immediately the dark man who hovered over him began to stroke and Floin swooned to be pummeled so in the fitful ravishing. He unabashedly groaned and yelped his pleasure with the sharp impacts of each forward stroke. The commander moaned with the delight of the firm grip of moist spasming man yoni against his hungering horn. 

Floin was completely naked, helpless, and vulnerable to his superior's fierce lusts and yet he never felt so alive, never so bathed in the spirit of the gods and spirits as he was to that point. Floin was wrestled about without ever being completely detached from his pursuer. His legs were shuffled about and sometimes he was on his back, sometimes supine on his side, and sometimes facing down. Finally, while on his back and posterior raised, his partner in pursuit kneeling while pumping him, picked up the pace with great fierceness. and grabbed Floin's horn with one hand to stroke with a firm grasp. He could feel the heat and tension build quickly in his stones, loins and the root of his horn, and yet his partner was reaming him to the point where he thought his insides would tear open. He could not help himself. He felt eruption of his loins and a blast of wet seed burst through the length of his horn and heatedly shoot from its small but flexed opening. Beyond his own scream of pleasure he heard his partner yell out the conviction of his own climax and Floin felt the flood of a great increment of wet seed squirt deep into his vitals. Surely this was the most splendid association between men ever devised by the gods. Floin silently offered a short prayer of fervent thankfulness for the inclination and opportunity to participate. The groans of passion abated and the two naked men of rugged build settled to heavy breathing, warm embraces, and intimate appreciative kisses. 

Finally Floin's superior in training spoke. "You are very excelled in the arts of coupling, Floin of the east. I see that the priest at Stonehenge worked his magic on you very well. I would take you for my wife myself, but there is a soldier who is more deserving than I who is in need of one to fulfill her wifely duties." This time the commander smiled to himself. "Besides, there is a young lieutenant of mine who has fallen in love with a prostitute in one of the nearby villages. His wife has relied on me to fill the void of a husband's coldness and she would be very jealous if I were take on a handsome soldier for a wife of my own."

Floin switched to a more serious topic. "Why would I have to be the wife in this arrangement of men as a couple?" 

The commander smiled in relaxation by a question he thought was unnecessary. "The deserving soldier is always awarded with another to serve as his wife. Their bonds of loyalty have always proved to be a valued fighting force for the regiments and communities." 

"But why not live together in love, friendship, and loyalty to our regiment and all tribes people as equals?" Floin secretly would have been happy to take on the role of wife, at least in the affairs of the flesh. He would relish the notion of always being the one to suckle his partner's horn and have his back side yoni always available for penetration by the other soldier's hungering horn. But he was intelligently sensitive to the politics of the arrangement. It would not suit his rank and standing as a soldier to be acknowledged so. If it was appreciated that he was an equal in a loving pair, he might advance in his career. 

"Hee hee". The commander let out a high pitched giggle. "You certainly learned some funny ideas at that academy you attended. Well, that would have to be an arrangement that was agreeable between the mate I award you to and yourself. There would be nothing I could do to advance that strange notion of yours." 

They both became aroused again by intimate and familiar caresses unrestricted in their applications. This time, Floin crouched over the dark man to maneuver his horn into his tight passage and skillfully wrest another portion of seed by seated motions. 

As Floin dressed to return to his barracks that night, the commander told him he would be ordered to report to his new partner's hut within a day or two. 

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It was a cold moonless night when Floin gathered his meager gear and headed off in the general direction of the hut that he was told would be his new home. The new partner he was assigned to meet him part way. 

"Floin?"

"Aye! It is I."

"Follow me." 

Floin bent low after his host into another warm comfortable appearing hut with a blazing fire in the middle from which the smoke escaped through an open hole at the top as was customary. "Welcome to your new home. I am Cael of Cornwall. The appearance of the one who has been assigned to be my new wife pleases me. You have a good form."

"As do you." Floin could hardly conceal his admiration. His host was shorter than most , bright red hair of shorter length, pale blue eyes, but with broad shoulders and short muscled arms, wide hands, muscles bulged on his legs even bigger than about his torso. 

"Well if you are to be my wife, I should inspect you closely. Remove your coat and all your garments."

Again, Floin was so excited by the adventure of exhibiting himself in complete vulnerability to a fearsome and fierce soldier that he knew that his lingum would be stretched out to a straining horn by the time he was shorn naked of any means to defend himself. 

As Floin undressed, Cael related that as part of a small contingent of Celtic soldiers in custody of the Romans as part of the truce, he had been reported that his first wife had been killed in a training accident. But it had been rumored that when Romans had found male consorts among the contingents, they had gang raped and tortured them. This is what he believed was the cruel cause of his partner's untimely demise. Cael seethed with the need for revenge. Cael smiled when Floin was bereft of all covering. "Oh I see they have selected well. I see with the twitches of your damp and bulging horn, you are as agreeably excited by this arrangement as I am." He signaled Floin to raise his arms and flail his limbs about in a gleeful dance so that he could see how his muscles and ligaments moved and stirred about the flesh of the body. 

"All very nice, indeed. Now my friend, bend over that I may acquaint myself with the hole from which we will couple." Floin did as he was told. He felt his new partner with unabashed familiarity grope his round firm buttocks and spread them open to expose his flexing pucker. He became giddy with excitement when he felt wet fingers explore thereabouts and even breech the tiny entry. "Oh I feel the strong grip in those parts that will clench my fat horn with many pleasures. It has been so long since I have coupled, help me remove all my garments. I have need to avail you of your wifely duties right away."

As Floin fumbled to unfasten and strip away clothes for the desired nudity of his new partner, he planted his lips for magic kisses to the shorter but broad man. Cael moaned his approval and grabbed his new spouse with a bear hug. He later related to Floin that other soldiers when bathing at river's edge would call him "Cael Bear" for his bearing and the coat of soft red hair about much of his form. There was nothing in Cael's nudity that disappointed Floin. His horn was short but brutish in its thickness, like a short ham bone with succulent hot meat all about. Again, Floin's hind yoni was triggered to squirm for needful contact and opening by the man part that would be such an important focus of their passionate affections. 

It was as if the spirits of passionate love passed the same intuition to both naked men in their bawdy maneuverings. Floin instinctively bent over with posterior raised to accentuate the availability of his yoni. After wetting both his horn and the pucker of his new conquest with copious amounts of spittle, Cael plunged his throbbing fat horn into the firm grip of Floin's twitching portal of loving bonds, much to the great satisfaction of new lovers. The powerful standing man thrilled to the heat that surged through his loins in a sustained heated rapturous climax, forced flows of great increments of his wet seed deep into Floin's receptive viscera. They slept together that night, two soldiers of rugged manly form, in warm naked embrace under broad animal skins. Despite the cold nights that frosted snow bound Britain that winter, these two soldiers warmed each other intermingled in such loving lust and slumber. 

Mostly Floin would lie in a spread out and availing wifely supine manner to receive the form of his pulsating needful naked lover, but later they would experiment in the manner they would position themselves both for the ravishing of Floin, but also that he may suckle his master's horn to prompt seed of an earthy and fecund flavor. It was all a very loving and passionate adventure, but Floin knew he had to diversify the relationship that he would no longer be the wife, but relate to Cael in the flesh as equals. 

"You would have me switch to be taken and pummeled as a wife?" Cael's tone was one of more astonishment than offense. "Do I not allow you the need for release from your scalding loins as I ravish your yearning hole?" 

"Your physical attentions to me enthrall me with excitements perhaps unknown to the gods. But I am just suggesting we switch off our situations in activity of male and female from time-to-time, such that neither of us is 'wife', but devoted lovers in all respects and standing. You often compliment me for the breadth, length, and general form of my man's horn. I can show you what magical pleasures it can bring you, even though you have never been used to succumbing to one's spells."

Cael had grown to trust the loyalty of Floin implicitly. He had become convinced of an unbreakable bond between them. He responded in thinking that his new love was still given to a reckless liberality in the pursuits of youth. "You never completed your obligations to your academy for expertise in such affairs. How could I be confident that you could affect my lusts in this way that it could bring continued bliss and happiness between us? Even if my heart and flesh were desirous, I am a soldier of reputation and could never consent to be another man's consort for reception." 

"You told me your last wife was accomplished in soldiery and others here have spoken to me of his good reputation. I am not at all asking that you become a consort to me as wife, but only as receptive lover in the occasional female manner. It is true I am not an experienced practitioner of such healing and magic, but I know enough to be a good judge of others who are." 

The loving soldiers spoke no more of the matter for many days, but in their activities of heated intimacy, Cael became secretly curious as to the experience of having all the bawdy and lascivious things done to him with Floin's appealing and meaty horn, that he afflicts on Floin. 

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During a spring like break in the winter weather, word came back to the camp that small contingents of Roman soldiers had raided undefended villages in Cornwall, Cael's lands. Spies had arrived at camp to inform on the location of the Roman encampments bent on terrorizing the inhabitants thereabouts for their refusal to work in the tin mines. The commander met with Cael and other lieutenants to plan on an expedition to disperse the small encampments. 

A party of about 4 score men were deployed in the effort in hopes of fulfilling their mission before the return of wintry climes. They trundled quickly south, avoiding all best known roads and trails and stuck to single file along paths adjacent to field stone walls. Cael and other men of Cornwall knew the roads there and the party of soldiering Britons advanced stealthily from camp to camp. Scouts moved quickly and the word among the many surviving villages spread that all individual Romans at market and on the roads could be killed or disarmed. For months thereafter Romans lost supervision of the mines. Most of them were killed but prisoners were handed over to the villagers. There, surviving captives would be brutalized in a public spectacle. They would be stripped naked, bound, and gagged and the women had the freedom to beat each one with switches about his thighs, buttocks, and man parts. A priestess would then invoke blessing from the war gods before castrating each one. Allowed to rest for a month for their wounds to heal, they would be pressed to service on behalf of the communities or sold into slavery, outfitted only in ill-fitting gowns of sackcloth. 

The soldiers while resting for a few days to provision for the march north back to camp and warm hut, Floin made inquiries among the locals and arranged to meet with a priest from the Druid alters of Truro, of impeccable reputation but also disposed to attraction to other men in the affairs of the flesh. He assured both Floin and Cael that he could arrange all the best potions and spells that in the bonds of love between the two men that Cael would be eager to receive Floin's advances in a female manner. But he also advised that in view of impending difficult times for Celtic peoples everywhere, they should endeavor to seek out a fertile concubine in triune intimacy, that she may bear them children skilled in the ways to advance the fortunes of their people for posterity. 




Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 05



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The spells and potions had their sensual effect on besotted Cael. The cold of winter returned on their march back to the camp. He would huddle shivering against Floin and whisper hot-blooded endearments into his ear. "I am ready for you my love. I am in need of your long thick man horn, that it will stuff and pummel my virginal yoni to wrest your seed deep into my innards. You have fought well and now it is my desire that you be rewarded with my willful deflowering." 

Upon arrival and final orders at camp, the two lovers returned to their hut and stripped each other to nudity before even lighting the new fire. They laughed and danced about, rubbing their hands and arms about their naked selves and each other until the snapping logs warmed the hut sufficiently. It was then that Cael eagerly submitted his deflowering to skillful Floin. It would not be the first time that this initiate in the thrilling role of new seemingly unrequited lustful pleasures seduce his partner for sessions of his deepest personal and frictious penetration. Floin felt a grasping moist grip to his manhood at least as satisfying as any he had ever had with Erwynn and Gwyneth. Many was the night that they would set themselves supine, head to man parts and savor the rich flavors of each others' puckers, stones, and horns, percolating deep from within their loins warm seed that would explode fresh from twitching horns for their feasting delectation. The gods and spirits knew they were lovers in every respect now ~ from intimate acquaintance with every inch of each others' bodies from head to toe, from every wistful affection in love to the glad-hearted spirit of each other. 

After the equinox and the onset of the spring of the late winter, the camp commander and local tribal elders granted Cael and Floin their request of a comely woman servant. They were rewarded for their valuable service in defeat of the enemy at Cornwall. She had been captured from the Romans but was not of the islands or even the continent, but from the exotic east from the great sea. She would be devoted to her new masters and be deeply touched by the affectionate love and devotion they shared, especially within the confines of the small hut. But such recountings are for the next and final chapter of Floin's lively adventures in lust, love, and affairs of the flesh.



Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 06



"By Roman custom, it is your privilege to ask me to undress and reveal myself to you in my natural state for your intimate thorough inspection." 

"That is not necessary, pretty one. As best I know among Britons we only have that right if we consider purchasing you. But you are to be a gift to us by the Celtic soldiering auxiliaries. All the same, we can see you have a pleasing form." 

The olive colored candidate for servile companion to Floin and Cael dutifully kept her hazel almond eyes trained to the ground as she spoke through the interview in slow Greek interspersed with words which demonstrated she had some knowledge of spoken Celtic languages. It was for this reason that it was Floin who interviewed her among the 2 rough neck soldiers who regarded her a very fine and strange creature. She was not a young maiden, but far from aged either. Floin learned she was from the mysterious east in what I now believe was in lands near Damascus where the Apostle to our Lord and a founder of the Church, Paul of Tarsus started his itinerant ministry. They were impressed with tales of her widespread travels from which she had trained herself a serene and modest wisdom beyond her years. 

"You ought to know that we 2 are mated soldiers, that is to say we are bonded in matters of the flesh . Do such couplings among men offend people of your culture?"

Sarai did not directly answer the question. "For me people who couple for love are granted blessings by my gods. Roman men often couple for brutality and not for love, which all people of reason regard as abomination."    

"You are as thoughtful as a priestess in practice for many moons." For a moment Floin considered what powers of magic and healing she may have garnered just through life's experience. He found her inscrutability charming and even seductive. This led him to his most important and leading inquiry. "Cael and I are desirous of siring a son for whom we can pass on skills that would be useful to our tribes' people in future years. Would you be willing on occasion to open your legs to us and accept our man horns into your womanly embrace, that you may become with our child?" He nodded down to look into her eyes as he spoke, giving her permission to look them directly in the eyes by response. 

Just by her reply with a hint of a grin on her lips and eyes that smiled, Floin could see she would respond in the affirmative. "As your servant. it is my duty to open my legs to receive your manly advances whenever you desire, but you should know that I have only borne a son one year shy of a ½ score years ago and he died a few years hence. I cannot be sure I have grown barren since." 

Cael and Floin decided that they would take their chances and were not disappointed. While they were away during the day in training, she kept the hut tidy and prepared tasty meals as best she could for the dearth of ready spices. Floin assisted her in the early evenings for the planting of a nearby herb garden. At night she was very touched by the gruff but extremely pleasurable groans and grunts of the two men in their lovemaking, Her ample breasts swelled with pointed nipples and her yoni flared and flowed with womanly juices. She was moved to leave her satchel on occasion and join the other two, the three of them in their nightly nudity would frolic in revelry to combinations of heated flesh. It was her great delight to receive one and then the other between her wide open legs and listen carefully as the mounted one into her would groan his moment of ecstasy to thrust his portion of seed deep where hopefully the planted womb would spring new life. 

The boisterous good humored affections that the two men shared, hands and arms outstretched with hugs and firmly planted kisses were soon extended to her. For the first time since she was separated from her parents, Sarai felt truly safe. She dreaded the thought of ever being separated from her loving protectors. 

All the soldiers who had woman servants would have them to assist in the brief bathing at river's edge, and like the men, they would be bereft of all clothing. It would be the obligation of masters, through menacing looks and gestures that their bare women were unavailable to any but their masters. Sarai was a sensitive soul and she came to realize that the looks toward her from other naked men were not disrespectful but because they missed the women of their villages. While Cael was more reluctant, she convinced Floin into the arrangement of an innocent but enthralling entertainment. 

She would borrow jewelry from other soldiers, gold and silver bracelets, necklaces, chains broad enough to encircle a woman's enticing torso, and rings fashioned for both fingers and toes. These would be all that she would don in a performance at night lighted only by strategically placed campfires. It was not a dance she would perform, but a series of posed postures that complimented the beauty of her feminine litheness ~ toes and fingers often pointed, arms and legs stretched, and back arched in artful display. She professed this was a discipline of worship from far off India that she learned from other well-traveled servants. All her feminine charms in unrestricted display, the audience of soldiers from all the training camp would cheer and stomp their feet in enthusiastic approval and appreciation. Many would heartily thank her for her performance personally and entreat her that on some occasion she must journey to their villages and teach the women there these appealing arts. She came to be always accorded all the most mannered courtesies by the soldiers hence forth. 

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As it came closer to Beltane Festival, the waters of the river would not be quite so frigid, and so the men in their bathing time would linger just minutes longer at it's edge. There was one soldier thereabouts with white hair and beard, but the form of a somewhat younger man who would ogle Cael and wink at him on occasion. Once when the other soldiers had left the riverside to warm themselves by the adjacent open fires and clothe themselves back into light practice armor, the older man approached Cael to proposition for Floin. "Your new partner has a fine form and the loaves of his behind are very enticing, Would you both be agreeable to my thrusting into him? Of course everything that is mine would be shared with you, including any future loot in battle." 

Cael knew the lecherous but jovial old soldier well and all about his attractions to younger men. He had passed on the proposition to his earlier partner, but his deceased wife had balked and only wanted to remain true to Cael. "If it would entertain you and Sarai so to see me plied and ploughed into by the lusting old battle boar, aye, I'll lose my garb and spread my ass to be pricked there." Floin responded sheepishly, but sincerely. 

But Floin was ever blissful and joyous to be coupled with into his "yearning cunt" by another man's heated and pulsing fleshy hard horn of good stature. Cael and Sarai hugged, tittered, and laughed with the hearty amusement of watching their beloved Floin in naked raptures squealing with pleasure as he was tossed about in all different positions, to be ravished up his availing back yoni with unrestrained vigor by a known lecher of many scores of years. 

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In the old ways of the Celtic peoples when most of the plantings had been completed, the Festival of Beltane marked the beginning of the summer on their calendar at the first of May and the night before. It was less than a handful of days later that year, that the camp learned that the truce with the Romans had completely ended. All agreements were broken and it was surmised that a full force of legions would be landing from Gaul to the southern shores of Britain and at the mouth of the Thames. But trusted spies had alerted the Druid Councils and camp commanders that the first engagement would be a march to the hated Druids' spiritual center, to the isle of Anglesey just north of the Welch peninsula. The Councils asked for the support of only small contingents , that they would invoke the gods magical powers and craft stealthy battle strategy to defeat the full force of numbered Roman legions before they could plunder the remainder of southern British countryside. 

True to the prophecies that Floin knew, it was a tribal princess warrior, from just north and far east from where Floin and Cael trained., Boudicca, who emerged as the leader of British tribes in their hour of need and defense. She and her family were well known by Gwyneth's family. Later, it was learned that the old Emperor had been killed and as rumored by his own family as was also prophesied by the old man himself. He had been succeeded by his young great-nephew, Nero, whom it was thought in his idle incompetence would hastily plan an ill-prepared new assault on the isles. 

After much counsel, Queen Boudicca decided to take advantage of the absence of legions at their strongholds in the south and east, while concentration of legions marched to Anglesey in the west . Tribal troops would assault and maraud Colchester, London, and other Roman settlements thereabouts. She waa greatly heartened by the news that almost all the tribes' people aligned with the Romans in the initial invasion had abandoned them and would now unite with all other Celts. Boudicca was instructed carefully in the tactic and technique of Roman formations, how they were disciplined in heavy armor to stand together in tight regiment, as if to fight as a handful of thick skinned beasts. For this reason, she decided soldiers would engage in the familiar Pict style - burdened only with short sharp weapon and hard lacquered wicker shields, they would be swift in naked assault to force breeches in Roman formation quicker than the enemy had the ability to regroup. 

Wearing only mostly blue garish war paint and hair cut short and greased into color painted spikes, the mass of howling naked men in the seeming disarray would seem like so many wild animals to fright the Romans from the discipline of their ranks. If the perception was that the opponents of Rome in combat are so many savage barbarians, then why not exceed the expectation in horrid terrors? They would practice their nude battle maneuvers for only 10 days before group migration, not in marching formations but columns of swift hiking in song and battle chants. Their beards were cut short and their hair shortened and slicked into random spikes. Cael and Floin were painted blue by Sarai with intricate designs of wild beasts and birds of prey. She was able to bargain for a rare small fine bristled brush which she could use to paint small detail on the lingums of both men she loved with such fervor.  

Sarai assisted the other women servants and other women from nearby villages in gathering provisions including donations. She would be joining other women at the end of the parade of advancing men. The gods were invoked in prayer to bring good fortune to the soldiers every evening. The day arrived for the start of the advance to the south and the east, and the soldiers were in high spirits singing and yelping their battle cries. The assembly of phalanxes made good progress each day. When passing each village, the enthusiasm of the devilishly painted naked men was infectious. Young men in the village would grab a sharp weapon or farming tool, toss aside all their garments and join them. Young maidens would hoot and laugh at the cheeky painted designs on the bare buttocks of so many men, they would volunteer more food, animal skins or blanketed weave to join the other women at the end of the parade to assist the provisioning and nursing of their tribes' brothers in battle. 

In less than a week, the phalanxes joined up and it was only another day before they arrived for their assault on Colchester. Boudicca was astonished at how poorly defended it was. The whole garrison town was routed and set aflame. Almost the entire mass of Roman settlers thereabouts were killed. Just as her soldiers in command were grouping in preparation for assaults elsewhere, she learned from scouts that a legion of foot soldiers was advancing in the west to retake the settlement. Many of the phalanx marched out from the town to meet them and they were dashed and dispersed at the warrior woman's command. It was then that the Roman prelate to govern all the isles was killed by severing his head to be displayed as trophy. The phalanxes next marched further south and west to London. The great trade center was equally undefended , routed, and set ablaze. It was later learned that the leader of the legions, Paulinus realized that he could not assemble sufficient defenses in time and had urged the merchants and other settlers to flee to the west.  

The next target of the phalanxes was to be the nearby settlement of Veralamium to the north and west of devastated London. Cael and Floin were ordered to join a scouting party on horseback to survey in advance for the presence of legion soldiers who may engage the mass of tribes' men. It was then that a small party of Roman scouts surprised them and wounded Cael with a "gladius" on one side near his waist. It was thought that the wound was not so deep that Cael could survive the injury in travel. A gurney was hastily crafted and Floin and a provision boy hastened to move Cael across the landscape to home encampment and be nursed back to good health. 

In the ensuing days, they would spend nights at villages who hosted many of the wounded warriors attended by many of its women. Sarai was alerted to Cael's predicament and was able to ascertain after 2 days which village Cael and Floin were bivouacked for the night. The women were all affectionately devoted to their nursing charge, so much so that they were eager to administer the suckle to the man horns of the wounded, to affect the healing powers inherent when a man is prompted to discharge his seed. Cael's wound was considered not sufficiently healed for him to be privileged to submit to this technique. The next day they heard that Veralamium too had been routed, looted and burned. But bad news also came in learning that the great measure of the Druids had been killed at Anglesey, their treasures of magical icons, stone carvings, scrolled books of parchment and papyrus all ransacked and destroyed. The great mass of legions would soon be on the march to the south and prepared to engage the defending warriors in their naked rage of hostility, but a little weary from their previous assaults.           



After 10 days, Floin and Sarai finally arrived at their small hut in the mostly abandoned encampment. They managed to improve a sleeping satchel with more straw and coverlets for more comfortable convalescence. They were alarmed that while his condition had not worsened, their much beloved companion was little improved. Both Floin and Sarai prepared a salve made from the herbs of their garden to gently anoint his wound. Then Cael seemed to improve and even spoke in humor. Floin became bold enough to suckle the horn of his lover and was encouraged by the depth of the flavor and healthy quantity in the output of seed that burst from the quivering opening of a responsive organ. 

It was the next day however that Cael turned a chalky color and his breathing labored, The next day yet his color restored, he ate better, and he rested comfortably. As darkness flooded the encampment and the nightly fires were lit, the injured man became weak and complained of poor vision. Long before sunrise the next day, he breathed his last. 

Before the next dusk, other soldiers and nearby towns people assisted to cremate Cael's remains in a dignified funeral while Floin and Sarai grieved bitterly for a soldier they knew of tremendous warrior reputation, but personally to them was all love and sweetness that the gods could conjure in the human heart. 

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In only another day or so, word arrived at the camp that clash of forces between the opposing parties in south central Britain so much anticipated did transpire, but that the Celtic phalanxes were defeated and great quantities captured. The great clash occurred near the village at the base of the hill of High Cross. This would be near the junction of the future great roads of Wattling Street and Posse Way. Reports differed that commanding Boudicca was either slightly wounded but succumbed to her injuries later all the same, or that she killed herself when realizing all was lost. There would be no defending large tracts of the isles, now. 

The best considered opinion was to surrender all weapons and facilities when legion forces would arrive to secure the encampment. In almost a physical desperation, Sarai clung to Floin for fear that the occupying victors would separate them. But for all his grief and sorrow, Floin endeavored to make himself useful to the Romans in ways that might offer him and Sarai a better future than would be the lot for the usual captured warrior. They at least had garb to cover themselves. It was reported that the Romans would make their captured prisoners labor at their behest completely naked, never allowing them any way to clothe themselves since battle, even to shiver uncovered at night. 

The Romans did provide them better privileges and food when Floin volunteered his services for being able to speak reasonably well in both Greek and Latin. For tribunes from the east who were Greek speakers, he translated for the interrogations of tribes' people who were accused of actively collaborating in the rebellion. Floin was shocked and ashamed to witness the abuses inflicted on the accused as such. But they let him keep Sarai and she tried to console her mourning and dispirited master. She would open her legs at night and encourage him to couple with her, but he seldom responded to her urgent entreaties. Others including friendly Romans would warn them that when Floin ceased to be so useful, Sarai would be stricken from him. He could be shipped off across the channel to Gaul in shackles where other surviving soldiers of good form were being pressed into the "ludus", to be trained to fight as gladiators for the sporting amusement of those resided almost anywhere in the vast Empire. Because of skills with languages, reading and writing, numbers and mathematics, he could be sold to a wealthy family to tutor young children, or consigned to work in the hellish fires of multiple forges for the remainder of his days. If it was learned of his student activity in the Druid academy, his days would be certainly numbered despite his utility. 

One night, with the assistance of other laboring servants, they escaped the supervision of Roman authority and snuck off to the Welch peninsula, their way lit only by moonlight. They had a forged parchment of passage rights and this allowed them to escape to a small seaside port where they arranged for passage on a boat to cross the western sea to the Emerald Isle. They paid for that passage with services of couplings of the flesh and their own wits. Nothing more is known of the fate of the legendary Floin and his exotic Sarai from then on.    



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I cannot know how distant a time this account will be encountered by curious readers and so I write just a few words of how things changed for Britons under Roman rule. The Romans demanded great tribute from us, and extended hated bondage, especially from the women. They extracted annually great quantities of Cornwall tin, fresh sheered wool, dried mutton, salted fish, harvested wheat and barley, apples. But the central isle was rewarded with great feats of engineering ~ a network of cleared and paved roads and some aqueducts to improve irrigation and supply of fresh water. The winters turned of a much milder disposition and Romans brought green vines, the fruit of which provides welcome refreshment. The increase of prosperous commerce was advanced beyond the imagination of Celtic peoples ever before. The conquerors have protected us from tribes in the north hostile to both native Britons and Romans alike. 




Floin's Adventures of the Flesh Ch. 06



There are travelers who alert us that the fierce tribes that have moved into the central and northern lands of the continent would covet the isles for themselves if the Romans were to ever leave us. 

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At night in warmer climes we still tell tales and sing songs of how we Celts were in our days when we celebrated the great pleasures of exchanges of mostly naked encounters in the flesh betwixt and between the genders, and how this was encouraged for its magical qualities by the Druids. In secrecy and candor, I believe I am the first and perhaps only scribal penman to set to written account our favorite epic about the legendary Floin who sought great adventures in these our most pleasurable arts and entertainments.