"As I am a gentleman and your swain,
And have accompanied you thus far,
Lady Bellabella, I shall do so still, and most willingly."
He bows, she smiles and curtseys.
"I am most grateful to you, my friend!
There is much more we may see tonight,
So as much as I adore viewing these lovely Sybarite ruins
We ought to continue our journey up and east
If you are so inclined." She takes his hand,
He bows slightly. "The pleasure is all mine, " he says.
"But if I might be so inclined, would you share with me
your 'Carminatif' so that your precious little bunghole
Shall not be our only means of transport--
So that we may rise higher and travel faster?"
"No, not as yet, dear Florodon, but I thank you.
Now, let us fly on. Are you ready?"
Florodon nods, and as Bellabella sips some more
'Carminatif' they grasp on to each other again.
Soon aloft, they wend their way due east across northern
Hellas, floating onwards towards the silent, impressive
Mount Olympus, when a brusque, unseen force flings them
Far north, to the outskirts of Thessaloniki
And as they dive rapidly to the earth
Bellabella quickly uncovers her bosom, and
Florodon's member thrusts violently
Into the soil of a rocky beach,
Jolting them both and hurtling them apart.
Upon their reunion, where they lovingly
Affirm their welfare to each other, they both
Jolt to see a woman's miles-long,
Alabaster-white arm reaching down to the Aegean
From an aperture in a dense cloud bank,
Her hand open, still and...awaiting.
From out of the roiling, frothing waters of the
Aegean a man's sinewy arm jets up to grasp
The woman's hand, and as she pulls him up
Into the clouds water sluices off of the
Bearded visage and the massive, naked frame
Of the great god Poseidon,
His cock engorged as he is hoisted
Up into the clouds and is met
By feminine sighs of approbation
And masculine grunts of disdain.
But anon there is a din unheard of before
By Bellabella or Florodon, and even as
They seclude themselves in the lee
Of a rocky outcrop a nascent storm
Disturbs the once-placid night skies,
And from amongst the prolonged grunts,
Moans, barks, and howls cast from above,
With sweat, cum and blood raining into the sea
Along with a tumult of windy, stentorian farts,
It becomes violent enough so that Florodon and Bellabella
Decide to quit Greece and fly elsewhere.
So again the 'Carminatif', again the flight,
But soon they are blindly caught in the maelstrom
Of the Pleasure of the Gods
And whisked violently northwards,
Nearly separating high up into the smoky clouds
That Florodon futilely attempts to clear away,
And in the attempt bats his hand against
And with Bellabella grips onto a long, thin solid object.
He unexpectedly feels folds of flesh...and hears a woman's scream
Yawp over the winds...then a horrible cackle.
"Oohh! Do that again, boy!" a reedy voice demands. "Push up!"
"Or I shall drop ye and your schatze into the sea!
"Also I may suffer ye to take your chances with
The violent Gottenorgie o'er us! But why should
The verdammten hochen Hellenes have all the fun!
"So do it, boy! Push up your hand beneath me!
Into me! Now!" A frightened Florodon obeys,
Eliciting mad sighs of pleasure as Bellabella
Hangs on next to him, feeling something akin
To jealousy, as they depart the aerial maelstrom
And in full view of clear, radiant moonlight
Both are shocked to be clinging to the
Broomshaft of a beautiful skyclad witch,
her wet skin glistening, dirty black hair whipping
Behind her head as they fly northwards.
"Thank you, m'lad!" she shouts gleefully.
"That did me a welt of good!
"For your reward I shall slow up
And you may climb up behind me
As we travel the rest of the way back home."
"Home?" Florodon asked, wiping his hand. "My home!"
The witch exclaims. "North to the Brocken!
North to the Harz! North to Germania! North! North! NORTH!!"
To be continued...
DB/c.10.2025-3.2026
Music: "...And the Gods Made Love" by Jimi Hendrix
