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    The virgin land of Albion stretched out below, green and wild, a tangle of dark forests and stretches of wildflower colour. It was unspoilt, primal - a world of new beginnings, free and proud. A bright summer sun shone high and clear in the sky above, bathing the two figures on the hill with warmth.
     
    One was a woman, a mane of wild red hair framing a fierce and determined face. She had removed the clasp on her tunic, allowing it to fall to her waist, exposing round and pale breasts to the sun. The light gleamed on her milk-white skin, the succulent pink of her nipples the only hint of colour. The man at her side watched out of the corner of his eye as her chest rose and fell with her breath.
     
    The man was strong and bearded, and he too was shirtless, exposing a muscled torso crossed with scars. His arms were thick knots of rounded muscle, and they gleamed with the fresh sweat the sun brought from his skin.
     
    The woman, Barra, scowled as her emerald green eyes combed the wild lands below.
     
    'The Romans mean to have this land for themselves,' she said, a fierce edge in her voice. 'They'll treat it like some maiden to pin to the ground and take with the force of a bull, focused only on their own pleasure. '
     
    The man, Finn, favoured her with a slight smile.
     
    'When you say it like that,' he said, 'It doesn't sound so bad.'
     
    Barra frowned at her husband.
     
    'They'll put the men in charge and the women in their place,' she said.
     
    The man laughed.
     
    'My fox,' he said, 'I have never seen a man put you in place.'
     
    Barra turned suddenly, tackling Finn to the soft grass beneath them, and her weight was on top of him, their bare skin warm against each other, her breasts pressed against his torso.
     
    'Believe they won't,' she said, grinning with sudden, wild lust.
     
    She looked into his eyes with fierce want, the sun making her hot and ready, and the thought of the fight ahead brought fire to her blood. From her place on top of him, she began to thrust her hips, rubbing at his rising erection through the thin fabric of his tunic. His breathing became a low growl and he bit at his lip, primal intensity in his eyes. Barra lowered her face to his, capturing his mouth in a vicious, powerful kiss, almost a fight, their lips wrestling for dominance.
     
    She reached down, sliding open the knot of his tunic and letting her hand slip underneath, grasping his thick Celtic cock. She rubbed at it inside his tunic even as their lips continued their battle, a thrust and retreat pattern that saw no winner, her actions on his length drawing the occasional groan from deep in his throat. Barra broke the kiss and pulled back just long enough to see the hungry look in his eyes, before she slid down the length of his body, planting kisses that were almost bites on his exposed torso.
     
    She reached the waist of his tunic and hooked both hands into it, yanking it down with hungry force, until the tunic had slid to just beneath the muscles of ass and the bottom of his shaft. Barra lingered there for a moment, taking in the sight of that thick, veined length, its rich red tip standing free. She leaned in, running her tongue playfully up and down the shaft, teasing him for a moment before sliding her lips over the bulging tip, and Finn let out a sigh of pleasure as she took him into her mouth, slowly sinking down his length to take the entire thing, tasting the sweet taste of his precum on her tongue. She began to settle into a long, slow rhythm, sliding with deliberate pace up the length of that shaft, her tongue pressing against its underside, her lips sliding up around the head, and then back down, feeling the thickness of it fill her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat as she buried her face in his bush, smelling the fresh smell of his sweat as it mingled with the wildflower scent of the air, enjoying the agony of pleasure she knew she was causing him by working so methodically.
     
    'Barra, please...' he