The Erotic Adventures Of Robin Hood
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
Satisfied, she pulled the last of the laces and led her garment fall free, exposing her breasts to the cool late afternoon air. She ran her hands over her mounds, feeling the weight of them in her hands and running her fingers across the nipples. It took but a brief touch to make them erect.
Ever since she had first started to develop when she was but nine, Marian had always been secretly proud of her endowments. The Nuns into whose care she had been entrusted following her Mother's death had always warned her about the sins of lust, and how they should be avoided. The good Sisters would certainly have been shocked had they discovered that Marian had discovered the joys of self-pleasure by her twelfth birthday. And practiced those joys at every opportunity.
Removing her dirt covered dress, Marian laid it over the large rock, then moved a little further out, standing nude in the middle of the stream. Cupping her hands, she splashed water against her face and washed it clean. Then she repeated the motion against the rest of her body.
The running water had felt so good against her legs that Marian moved back into the flow, this time to the deepest portion where the water rose to waist level. The rush of the current pressed between her legs, exerting a pleasing pressure against her womanhood.
It had been far too long since she'd enjoyed the privacy to please herself. Even those nights when she had her own room in one Inn or another, she didn't feel comfortable enough. Not with Gisbourne but a room away.
Starting again with her bountiful breasts, Marian ran her hands down across her youthful body. Across her stomach they moved, gently tickling her smooth skin. Finally she came to the light brown patch of hair between her legs. The Royal Ward spread her fingers across the heavy bush, noting that it was wet for reasons having nothing to do with the stream.
Marian closed her eyes and arched her head back as she pressed against her clit, sending a surge of warmth through her body. With a long accustomed familiarity, she manipulated her fingers both across and within her pussy.
"Oh yes," she whispered to the empty air as her fingers moved in and out. "I've missed this so much."
Faster and faster her fingers moved, responding to the increasing demands of her body. Each motion of her hands, each entry within herself, produced both pulsating waves of ecstasy and an unrelenting desire to reach orgasm.
"Dear Mother of God!" she gasped as her body exploded, releasing all the passion she had held in check for so long.
Her body quaked and her legs felt weak as she dipped lower into the water. Marian's breath came in short gasps as she rode the cascading waves from within. She tried to make it last as long as possible, knowing full well that it would be but a brief moment. But what a moment it always was.
"Mother of God, thank you." she said in a prayer of thanks.
It had long been her belief that the ability to enjoy such bliss had to be God's greatest gift. And who better to thank for that gift than Mother Mary, who had been a woman herself.
Minutes passed slowly as she let her breaths return to normal. She dropped down low enough to let the water crest just above her breasts. The gentle cascade of the stream washed away the remnants of her climax.
"I better get back," she thought as she stood to her full height. "Least the good Friar think I fell in and come looking for me."
Marian had just reached the stream's edge and the rock upon which she had left her dress when she felt a sudden chill of apprehension. She looked up, just as a voice appeared out of the empty air.
"I hope the water is to Milady's taste." said the same incorporeal voice that she had heard back on the road.
"Who's there?" she called out as she quickly grabbed the dirty dress and covered her naked breasts.
"There is no need to fear, no harm will come to you." continued the voice.
"Where are you?" Marian called out, shifting her gaze right and left and finding nothing.
"Why I'm right here." the voice said.
Marian whirled again, this time to confront the source. It was not what she expected. Yet in her heart, she knew it could only be one person.
"You ... are ... Robin Hood? she asked, measuring each word carefully.
The figure that had appeared not 20 paces away, in a spot she had just looked, stood only an inch or two taller than her own five four. Dressed from head to toe in suit of forest green, the stranger carried a long bow as well as a quiver of arrows. Dark and curly reddish brown hair, cut short beneath a feathered cap, topped a clean shaven and boyish face. At first glance, Marian thought she was facing a teenage boy."
"You are Robin Hood?" she repeated in even greater disbelief.
The Outlaw in green laughed a soft laugh, stepping forward with broad, powerful steps.
"Actually," Robin Hood said in a voice that seemed to soften and change with each passing step. "My name is Robyn."
"By King Richard," Marian exclaimed as the figure drew close enough for her to clearly see the contours of Robyn's body . "You're just a girl!"
"I'll have you know that I'm two years older than you, Marian Fitzswalter." she said, her voice now totally changed. "So I'm hardly just a girl."
"This can't be." Marian said, still a little confused. "Everyone says that Robin Hood is Robert of Locksley, returned in secret from the Crusades."
"That is what I wish them to believe." Robyn smiled. "Know that I am both his daughter and heir."
"Then Sir Robert is dead?" Marian asked.
"No, not dead," Robyn said as she sat down next to Marian. "All of England does know that Richard has been held captive this past year by allies now turned enemies. What few know as well is that his faithful Locksley also shares his cell."
"And you have accomplished all of this in his name." Marian said in astonishment. "Created a standard around which all these good men and women have rallied."
"Not alone I haven't." Robyn said. "Little John deserves a great deal of the credit as well. I could never have done it without his help."
"Little John, that was the large man that led us here?"
"Yes, he is impressive, is he not?" Robyn grinned.
"Are you and he... well..."
"Me and Little John?" she laughed. "Not very likely. John has both a wife and six children, and he loves them all. I'm not fool enough to get myself into a situation like that. Besides, there are other, what shall I say ... considerations that would prevent anything like that."
"The voice," Marian asked, changing the subject. "How do you change your voice and make it appear out of the air?"
"Ever since I was a little girl, I've always had a talent for mimicry." Robyn said, as her voice seemed to come from behind Marian. "It seemed a good idea to use it when addressing outsiders. I doubt Sir Guy and the Sheriff would be impressed by my natural voice."
Marian nodded her head in agreement.
"And as for making it appear where I am not, well that's just a little trick a mage once taught me."
"I still cannot believe that you are the scourge that has terrified all of Nottingham." the younger woman went on. "That the legend is all a myth."
"I am no myth." Robyn said quite seriously.
"It's said that Robin Hood is the deadliest archer in all England." Marian countered, displaying the independent curiosity that so infuriated Gisbourne. "Would you claim that title as well?"
At that, Robyn stood and looked across the stream. Her blue eyes came to rest on a small dead tree some hundred yards distant. A small skinny thing with only two small branches left. The thickest of which was only two inches.
"Do you see that small tree down the opposite bank?" she asked Marian.
It took a few moments for Marian to focus on the tree in the fading afternoon light.
"Yes I see it."
"The right or the left."
"What?"
"The right or the left," Robyn repeated. "Pick a branch."
"But why...?"
"Oh never mind." Robyn said impatiently.
Before even another word could form on Marian's lips, Robyn reached into her quiver and notched two arrows to her bow. It took but another heartbeat for her to aim. Then in the blink of an eye, the nineteen year old released her hold on the drawstring and sent the bolts flying into the center of each branch, cleaving them both in two.
"That was unbelievable." Marian gasped.
"I told you I was no myth."
The two young women talked of a number of subjects. It had been a very long time since Marian had the opportunity to talk with someone of intelligence. At least someone who wanted to hear what she had to say. Too many of the women she spent her time with wanted only to talk of their latest conquests and how they might please them.
"As I heard, you were to be married on the morrow." said Robyn. "I apologize for the delay."
"Would be that the delay had been made permanent." Marian commented.
"You don't love Gisbourne?" Robyn asked.
"I would sooner take a viper to my breast than that man to my bed." Marian answered in unrestrained anger.
"Knowing of Sir Guy, I can understand that." Robyn nodded sympathetically. "Are you a virgin?" she asked out of curiosity, thinking that few girls as old as Marian still were.
"No man has ever touched me!" Marian said with righteous indignation.
"That wasn't the question I asked." Robyn said, looking deep into the other woman's brown eyes. "Let me put it another way. Is it only Gisbourne's bed that you wish to avoid -- or is it that of any man?"
Marian seemed to ponder the question for long seconds, taking the time to frame an answer. When she began to speak, the tone of resignation in her voice was more than evident.
"What I might or might not wish doesn't matter," she began. "It is the way of the world. A woman may be given to a man by her closest male relative. What desire she may carry in her heart matters little."
"What may be the way of the world," Robyn corrected, "Does not hold here in Sherwood. Within this Shire, a man or woman is free to follow their heart. So I ask you once more. If you could follow that which is your most secret desire, where would it lead you?"
Marian seemed unwilling to answer. Robyn suspected it was because she had denied the truth for so long that even now she could not dare to give it voice. Of course the woman in green could be wrong about her conclusion, but somehow she didn't think so. As with so many things in her life, the Heir of Locksley decided that direct action was the best course.
Leaning forward, Robyn pressed her lips against Marian's and kissed her.
The Maids reaction was first that of shock, of a desire to pull away. Then as she became more aware of the soft warmth of Robyn's mouth against her own, her heart began to react.
Years before, while still with the Sisters, a much younger Marian had enjoyed the friendly caress of another girl in their care. The duo had shared precious moments of privacy easing each other's solitude. It had been years since those encounters, but on cold and lonely nights, the memory was never far from Marian's thoughts.
Robyn leaned back a moment after the kiss, giving Marian time to react. When no comment was forthcoming, she leaned forward and kissed her again, this time with more passion. As their lips met, Marian reacted to the pressure of Robyn's tongue against her mouth by opening her lips and letting it slide inside.
Encouraged, Robyn slid her hand under the dress Marian had covered herself with and cupped the brunette's breasts. She was pleased to find it was warm to the touch, a further indication of the younger woman's excitement. She spread out her fingers, rubbing Marian's thick nipple to a stiff hardness.
"You like this don't you.?" Robin asked softly as she pressed a brief third kiss against Marian's cheeks.
"Yes." Marian replied almost too softly to hear. The admission came hard for her.
"I had a feeling you still did." Robyn went on.
"What?" Marian said in a much louder voice as she abruptly pulled back.
Robyn laughed a little laugh.
"You don't remember me, do you?" she said.
"Should I?" Marian asked, feeling a little defensive all of the sudden.
"I recognized you right a way," Robin said, "The moment I saw you riding with Sir Guy. If anything, I think you've grown even more beautiful."
The woman in green paused for a moment to allow Marian time to think. She had already given her a small clue by alluding to Marian having grown since she's last seen her.
A long minute passed, but still Marian couldn't place the short haired girl.
"I guess I looked a lot different back then." Robyn said. "Besides, I don't think you had eyes for anyone but Juliana .
Hearing the name of her long ago love opened a dam in Marian's memory. Images of the night she last saw Juliana flooded her mind.
"Blessed Mother, now I remember you!" Marian exclaimed. "You where at the Convent of Saint Ann with us!"
Of all the memories of Juliana that Marian held dear, the one she had buried deepest was that of the night they had been discovered together by the Reverend Mother and Sister Catherine.
As had been their practice, they had waited until the Sisters finished their rounds and had retired to their own cells. Then Juliana would sneak out of her room and join Marian in hers. That fateful night, Marian had not been feeling well, complaining of having chills from the drafty cell.
Rather than spend an hour or two with her love and then returning to her own room, Juliana had insisted that she stay with Marian and help keep her warm. Naked, she had climbed under the thin cover they were all given and pressed their bodies together, adding her body heat to Marian's. She reassured her friend that she would return to her own room before the Sisters rang the bell for morning prayers.
Tragically, they were so comfortable together that they fell into a deep sleep. Wrapped in each other's arms, they slept right through the morning bells. Noticing their absence in the Chapel, Sister Catherine and the Reverend Mother had gone to look for them.
Finding the two of them naked in Marian's bed, the Reverend Mother had pronounced them Spawns of Satan and directed that they both be punished severely. Sister Catherine was more than happy to provide instant punishment in the form of the riding crop she always carried. Many of the girls had felt its sting when their mind wandered in class or they failed to meet her standards. It was said, if not too loudly, that the old Sister enjoyed it's use too much. A sinful pleasure that seemed to increase with the pain of those girls on the receiving end.
With a religious fever in her eyes, Sister Catherine had proceeded to trash at the two girls with all of her considerable strength. Despite the young girls cry for mercy, mixed with those of pain, the Reverend Mother mearly turned blind eyes to Sister Catherine's excess and mouthed prayers of deliverance for their souls.
"Leave them alone!" a loud voice had suddenly shouted from the open doorway.
Sister Catherine paused for a moment as all eyes turned to the sound of the voice. There, standing in the doorway was another of their charges. Older than either Marian or Juliana, the girl had long auburn hair that stretched down to her waist. She was less endowed then either of the other girls as well. Dressed in a simple cloth, she seemed only set apart from a teenage boy her age by the long hair. Neither of the girls knew much about their deliverer except that she was supposed to be the daughter of some minor Saxon Noble and had heard some of the Nuns constantly refer to her as a troublemaker.
"I said leave them alone!" the girl repeated as she stepped inside.
"This is none of your concern. You should be in Chapel with the others, praying that God show you the error of your prideful ways. I think you should return there." Reverend Mother had said, adding. "Unless you care to share their punishment."
The new arrival looked past the Reverend Mother to the two naked girls huddled together on the bed. She could see the red marks Sister Catherine had already inflicted upon them.
"This will not go well for you if you continue to interfere." Reverend Mother continued. "These girls have committed an abomination in the eyes of God and must be punished."
"All they've committed is an act of friendship and caring." The proud girl said, standing her ground. "And if you really believe it to be an abomination, then perhaps you should inquire more carefully into the habits of the others in your Order before you condemn them."
The Reverend Mother was taken aback by the accusation. More so because it was true as she well knew.
"I'm warning you..." Reverend Mother said, changing the subject. "You are risking the damnation of your soul if you continue to interfere. Not that it would take much more for your damnation in light of your exploits thus far."
"And I'm warning you," the girl said defiantly. "You're risking a lot more if you continue."
Reverend Mother couldn't ignore such a direct challenge to her authority. Turning to Sister Catherine, she motioned for her to continue the punishment. Then she returned her gaze to the sackcloth garbed girl to show her she hadn't been impressed with her bravado.
But the girl wasn't there. When Reverend Mother had given Sister Catherine leave to continue, the girl had moved forward and swung out at the hand in with Sister Catherine held her instrument of pain. A small knife that the girl had somehow managed to hide on her person flashed in the early light, drawing blood across the older woman's hand, causing her to drop her crop. Sister Catherine's scream split the morning air.
The noise of that cry caught the attention of others on the way back from Chapel and soon footsteps could be heard in the halls beyond. The interruption also gave Marian the strength to gather her composure and exert what authority she suddenly knew she had.
"I am," she began hesitantly. "The ward of King Richard!" she then shouted. "And there will be no more of this."
The increasing sound of footsteps and the thought of this matter being brought to the attention of the King was enough for Reverend Mother to decide that she had to put an end to this as quickly as possible. There would be other ways to punish all involved.
Marian was returned to the Court, never to see Juliana again. She had cried the night she learned that her friend had been married off to some French Count to secure a trade deal. But those tears were naught compared to those she'd shed when she'd learned Juliana had died of the fever that had swept France two years later. It was a pain she still carried, made bearable only by the memory of their time together.
As for the young woman who had saved her and Juliana that morning, Marian never even had the chance to learn her name. By the noon meal, she had disappeared from the Convent. When she had asked about her, the Sisters would not even acknowledge she had existed. It was rumored that she had run away to avoid the vengeance of the Reverend Mother, but Marian feared that she might have somehow suffered from that wrath.
"Merciful Mother," Marian exclaimed as she dropped the dress she had been holding against her body and threw her arms around Robyn. "I am so happy to see you. I so much wanted to tell you how thankful I was for your help that day. You saved our lives."
"Well I don't think your lives were really in danger," Robyn said, very aware of the large naked mounds pressing against her own cloth covered ones. "But I wasn't about to just stand there and let that witch beat you."
"Well, we thought she was going to kill us." Marian said.
The mention of `we' made Robyn think of Juliana.
"I heard about Juliana from some travelers to my father's house." Robyn said. "I know she meant a lot to you. In fact I was quite envious when I saw the two of you together. Those Nuns might not have noticed, but I knew there was something between you two the moment I saw you. I guess that was because I wished it was me you looked at that way."
Marian couldn't help but think that suddenly this indestructible warrior woman seemed very vulnerable indeed.
"You mean the way I'm looking at you right now?" she asked with a smile.
"It's getting real late, and not just a bit cold." Robyn said, looking back into Marian's eyes. "Maybe you should get dressed and we can get back to the camp."
Suddenly aware of the chill the encroaching night had brought, Marian thought it strange she hadn't felt it before. She quickly put her dress back on.
"Is there somewhere else we can go?" Marian asked Robyn as she helped tie up her laces. "Somewhere were it can be just the two of us?"
Without answering, Robyn took Marian's hand in hers and led her up a different path than the one she'd come down. The sounds of the small village could be heard off to the right, sounds of merriment and song. She was sure Sir Guy hated every minute of it.
The path led them to a small hut, not much different than those she had seen on Friar Tuck's tour this afternoon. The only real difference seemed to be that it was all alone in the forest.
Once inside, Robyn quickly made up a roaring fire in the hearth, filling the chamber with pleasing warmth. Marian sat on a fur covered bed and watched Robin hang a pot over the fire. Looking about the small house, Marian realized just how wrong her earlier idea that Robin Hood kept the riches they'd gained had been. Back home, the lowest servant lived in better quarters.
"I usually eat alone most nights," Robyn explained. "John's wife drops off a pot of whatever she was making for dinner. I'm sure there's enough for two, there usually is. It shouldn't take long to heat up."
"I sure it will be fine." Marian said as she watched her.
"Of course it's not much compared to the feast they are having for Sir Guy and the Sheriff." Robyn said as she stirred the pot. "You can still join them if you want."
"I'd rather stay here with you." Marian answered as she rose from the bed and took the large spoon from Robyn's hand. "Here, let me make that for you."
Stirring the mixture of meat and vegetables, Marian reflected how natural it felt to cook for Robyn. She couldn't imagine herself doing this for Sir Guy or any man. But for the woman across the room it seemed the right thing to do.
"This looks to be almost ready." Marian said as she realized that it only had to be heated up.
"This should go well with the meal." Robyn said as she produced a bottle from a chest at the foot of her bed. "The finest from the cellars of the Duke of Kenshire. At least the finest that he made the error of shipping through Sherwood." she laughed.
Using some plates that sat on a shelf over the fire, Marian served both Robyn and herself. With no chairs or tables, they sat across from each other on the straw covered floor. Robyn had also poured each of them a goblet of the wine.
The wine was fine indeed, she thought as she took a sip of it, highly potent as well. The food was simple fare yet equally delicious. She told Robyn that she would have to give John's wife her compliments.
"I've not had a meal this delicious in the King's dining hall." Marian complimented as she took another bite.
"Well just looking at Little John you know his wife has to be a great cook." Robyn replied as she took a piece of bread and soaked it in the gravy. "Can you cook?" she unexpectedly asked Marian.
Taken off guard by the question, Marian said no somewhat embarrassed.
"That's OK, neither can I." Robyn laughed. "Would you like more wine?"