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The Erotic Adventures Of Robin Hood
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Four
Exhausted and exhilarated at the same
time, Marian rolled Robyn onto her back. Her
hands and eager mouth sought out Robyn’s
smaller breasts. Covering the tiny globes with all
the affection she could muster, she greedily took
Robin’s pert nipples into her mouth like a hungry
baby.
“Oh yes,” Robin moaned with delight as
she laid back her head and closed her eyes.
Marian continued to suck gently on the
pink nibs, covering them with her kisses. Her
hands glided up and down Robyn’s body as she
maintained contact with her breasts, adding a
digital massage to the oral one.
Finally, unable to wait any longer, she
quickly moved down to Robyn’s sex. Parting the
lips with her outstretched fingers, Marian saw that
the other woman was gifted with what she knew
had to be an oversized clit. The way it stuck out
and drew attention to itself was a godsend to
someone who really wasn’t sure of what she was
doing.
Pressing her face hard between Robyn’s
legs, Marian wrapped her lips around the bright
pink button. Carefully, she stroked it with her
tongue, hoping she was doing it right.
“Yes, oh yes,” Robyn panted as if she
could sense Marian’s uncertainty.
Encouraged, Marian pressed harder,
running her tongue back and forth. Remembering
how Robyn had used her fingers, Marian tried to
duplicate the gestures. While it was impossible
for her to repeat the familiarity she had with her
own womanhood, it was obvious from the
reaction of Robyn’s body that Marian wasn’t
doing too bad.
Wrapped up in her desire to bring Robyn
the same pleasure that the older girl had visited
upon her, Marian found it funny that she suddenly
thought of the serving girl Jane and the rumors of
her performing heathen sexual practices. Thinking
of what she was doing right now, and of how
wonderful it had felt when performed on her, she
decided that those heathens might just be on to
something.
Faster and faster Marian drove her fingers
in and out of Robyn, knowing how good it felt
when she did it to herself. She tried, at the same
time, to keep pace with her tongue. She wasn’t as
practiced as Robyn obviously was, but it was
enough to get the job done.
She could hear the pulse of Robyn’s
breaths becoming sharper and closer together.
The harder she pressed her face into Robyn’s sex,
the more Marian realized she could smell her
approaching climax as well. Like every other
aspect of her body, even the aroma of her desire
seemed to be building to an eruption.
Marian didn’t have long to consider this
new discovery as Robyn’s body convulsed much
as hers had done such a short time before. Like
Robyn, Marian was also treated to a generous
sample of the fruits of orgasm. Fruits Marian
discovered had a much different taste than her
own.
While she hadn’t been able to make
Robyn’s climax last as long as hers had, Marian
still wanted to share the results as hers had been.
She quickly returned to Robyn’s mouth and kissed
her. Robyn was eager to share in Marian’s gift,
practically drawing it from her with her darting
tongue.
Covered with sweat, the two women laid
atop the furs, bathing in the dual warmth of the
fire and their bodies. They continued to stroke
and caress each other, sharing kisses as they went.
Before the dawn, they’d made love twice more.
Each time was better than the last.
During the quiet pause between one of
their lovemaking sessions, Marian and Robyn
talked about how unreal it all seemed. Of how
lucky they had been that fate had brought them
together.
“Do you think that if things were
different,” Marian asked her heart’s desire as she
ran a hand across the contours of Robyn’s breast.
“If Robin Hood had truly turned out to be the Earl
of Locksley. That I would’ve fell in love with him
as well?”
“My love,” Robyn replied as she took
Marian’s hand and brought it to her lips. “Stories
like that only happen in a minstrel’s song.”
Both women had laughed, then proceeded
to make love once more.
The next morning, the entire outlaw band
gathered to see off Sir Guy and the Sheriff. Gone
was the expensive attire they had worn the day
before, replaced by the poorest of garments.
Also gone were the fine steeds they had ridden,
their place taken by donkeys. The only member of
their tiny party who still looked as they did the
previous day was Jane. She had elected to return
to Nottingham with Gisbourne. She still wore the
dress she had borrowed from Marian.
“A small band of our men will guide your
party to the main road,” Little John was saying as
Marian stepped into the clearing. “Of course they
will make enough suitable detours that you will
not be able to find your way back here. If you do
enter this Shire again, you will not leave as easily.
Do well to remember that!”
“We will not leave without the Lady
Marian.” Sir Guy said defiantly. “We have not
seen her since yesterday afternoon. Where is
she?”
“I am right here.” Marian said, ignoring
Gisbourne’s title as she stepped into the far edge
of the clearing .
“Milady, I am so happy to see you safe.”
Sir Guy practically gushed as he turned to the
sound of her voice.
Marian wondering if any of his concern
was genuine or merely prompted by the prospect
of returning to Nottingham without the gold,
Robin Hood’s head or the Royal Ward. It was no
matter, she concluded, for he was to leave without
all three.
“Milady?” Gisbourne asked as Marian
moved and stood next to Little John.
The reason for Sir Guy’s confusion was
the manner of Marian’s dress. Instead of the
traveling ensemble she had worn yesterday,
Marian now sported a light brown woodsman’s
garb. It had taken some quick alterations by one
of the camp women to redo one of Robyn’s
outfits to fit her more abundant figure. She could
tell from the reaction of the men around her that it
was still a snug fit. No matter, they all knew
whose clothing it had previously been, and who
now held her heart.
“Jane,” Sir Guy barked to the girl sitting
on a donkey behind him. “Return the Lady
Marian’s dress to her that she might be attired as
befits her station.”
“There is no need for that,” Marian
interrupted, holding up her hand to prevent the
girl from climbing down off her surrogate steed.
“Jane may keep that dress, and a few other things
as well.”
“I do not understand.” Sir Guy said.
“I will not be returning to Nottingham.”
Marian said, the words bringing a surge of
satisfaction to her heart. “I will be staying here
with these good people.”
“Have you gone mad?” Sir Guy cried out,
no longer trying to maintain any semblance of
civility.
“Mad?” Marian repeated as she pondered
the word. “Perhaps I have. If so it is a good kind
of madness. The kind that gives you the strength
to seek out that which you most desire. Or to do
what you know to be right.”
“You have gone mad.” Gisbourne
concluded.
“As I said, it might well be so.” Marian
went on. “But it is no longer your concern.”
Marian paused for a moment, looking into
the woods as if searching for someone. Gisbourne
followed her gaze but saw no one.
“You have your Maid Marion, Sir Guy.”
Marian said, referring to the girl in her clothing.
“She will serve you much better in the areas that
matter to you than I ever would.”
Before Gisbourne could utter another
retort, Little John signaled his men to begin
leading the donkeys down the road. Marian could
see a hateful scorn on Sir Guy’s face as they led
them single file past her. On the Sheriff’s, she saw
a sense of happiness of just being alive when he
thought he’d never see the dawn. Finally, she
couldn’t help but smile when she saw the delight
on Jane’s face. No longer would she have to live
in Marian’s shadow, now she had Sir Guy all to
herself. Well she was welcome to him.
As the tiny band reached the edge of the
clearing and were about to disappear into the
forest, Sir Guy took one last look back. He
quickly spotted Marian talking to someone in a
similar but green outfit. Thinking this might be his
only chance to catch a glimpse of the elusive
Robin Hood, he pulled the ass he rode to a stop.
Cold steel eyes locked on the two, till he
realized that the Lady Marian was but talking to
some beardless youth. No one of importance at
all. A tug from one of Little John’s men prodded
them onward once more.
Looking forward once more, Sir Guy
settled his gaze on Jane in front of him. Perhaps
he was well rid of Marian after all. She would
never be the pliant plaything that Jane had always
been. There were other ways to power than
marrying the King’s Ward. Even with the loss of
the gold, he still had his position. Prince John
might be furious at the loss, but he still needed Sir
Guy and the men he commanded. If only as a
hedge against the prospect that Richard might one
day return.
As she watched Gisbourne’s party fade
from view, Marian felt Robyn’s arm slide around
her. She leaned over and rested her head on her
shoulder. A shout of celebration came from the
Merry Men. Their leader was happy, as was she.
Someday King Richard would indeed return and
on that day, their love would extend far beyond
Sherwood Forest.
END
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