The Cecaelian and the maiden

By Leah Day

Summary

An Au ditty set during series 1, after Guy and Marian are betrothed.

Whilst asleep in her castle chambers, Marian has a rather curious dream about Sir Guy …

Disclaimer

Rated M for tentacles. Written in Australian English.

I do not own a thing.

I'm sure tons of fans have envisioned an RA character as a Cecaelian before I did, therefore I really can't say that idea was all mine.

I'm also on "She dreams" finishing denial. Thank gawd I'm writing a prequel/sequel!

"She dreams" was a "The little mermaid" fan fic I wrote with a Cecaelian OC based on Richard Armitage's characters. John Thornton and Sir Guy of Gisborne and Harry Kennedy, if you are an RA fan, please feel free to check it out on fan .

Nottingham market place

"What an interesting tapestry," Lady Marian commented to the sandy haired boy standing before her. "What is this creature?"

"Tis a Cecaelian, milady. Half squid, half human," he explained. "They live in the ocean an lure the sailors to their deaths by sittin on rocks and singin at the ships an boats."

"I thought it was only the mer people who did that," Marian murmured. "How much?"

"For ee, milady? Three crowns?"

The girl delved her hand into her plum velvet coin purse, paying the lad.

"Thank you," she told the boy. "Have it brought to my chambers, please."

"Ais, milady."

Marian's chambers

Before retiring for the evening, Marian looked at her new purchase, studying it thoughtfully.

The Cecaelian. A man.

Looked rather … familiar.

Black hair. Strong nose. Gorgeous, striking eyes.

'Probably just coincidental,' Marian decided padding to her bed. 'And I have heard it rumoured that Guy cannot sing,'

OoO

"Cuby, does the man in my new tapestry look in anyway at all familiar to you?" Marian asked her maidservant whilst the girl scurried about the chamber.

"Familiar?" the girl asked, flummoxed.

"Yes."

"Well … Tis hard to tell … No, I fancy he don't."

Marian frowned.

'I must be losing it,' she thought.

'Oh … well, that will be all. Good night, Cuby."

"Good night, milady. Have a good sleep."

A dream

She walked along the sandy beach, watching the sun begin its slow descent beneath the rolling waves.

Something … someone had drawn her to a place she was so close to, but had yet to find.

A voice … a smell. She could not decide what it was. All she knew was that she was being called for and she had to reach her destination. The urge to reach it was irresistible.

A cool subtle wind lifted her unbound hair, causing the near black tresses swirl around her round face.

Marian lifted a hand, pushing the bothersome tendrils out of her eyes so she could see what is before her.

"Guy?" she whispered.

His hair was longer then usual but it was unquestionably him.

What was he doing waist deep in the water? It was growing cold.

This was not right.

Frowning her bamboozlement, the girl stepped backward.

"I shouldn't be here," she muttered under her breath. "I really shouldn't-"

"But I want you to stay."

Marian's blue eyes grew wide; she raised her foot to take another step in reverse.

"I-" she began.

"What are you afraid of?" Gisborne asked her. "Of me?"

She almost laughed.

"I'll never be afraid of you," she replied firmly, pushing the fear behind her.

"Then come to me."

This was not what she was expecting to hear.

Marian frowned again, her brow furrowing even more so.

He extended his hand to her.

It was wet, dripping

"Come to me," he whispered.

"No … No, you can come to me," the girl replied deciding to take control, standing her ground.

Gisborne's rosy lips curled into an amused smirk.

"Very well," he assented. "You look weary. Sit down, Marian."

He was right.

She was tired.

It would be good to sit.

OoO

Cold air kissed her nude body. Sleek black tentacles slithered progressively over her white torso, caressing her trembling, moist skin.

Staring up at him, Marian's breath caught in her throat.

He was a Cecaelian.

Appendages twined fluidly around her legs and arms.

"This is a dream," the maiden stammered. "I want to wake up."

How could she have been so stupid? Why oh why didn't she realise that he was going to remove her clothes the moment she sat down.

"Shhh."

Soft and cold, a glossy tentacle rose from beside her and lightly stroked the hair from her eyes.

Fretting, Marian flinched from the pat and tried to free herself.

"Hush now …" her captor whispered. "Relax into me."

She twisted and bucked only to become very tired rather quickly.

"Relax into me."

Marian felt her body grow lissom and decided that her best option was not to fight anymore.

This was a silly fantasy after all.

OoO

Lips parted slightly, she met his gaze and leaned back against the sand.

Gisborne loomed over her, lightly running his tongue over her forehead, nose and Adam's apple.

Once at the left side of her neck, he gently latched his mouth onto the soft, yielding membrane and bit into it.

"Oh-Ohhhh ….."

Marian hissed softly and crumbled the damp sand beneath her fingers.

The ten obsidian tentacles that encircled her arms, waist and thighs, stroked her, patted her, their grey suckers pulled at the skin on her ribs, producing circular red welts.

Black and red, such an interesting contrast against her alabaster hide.

OoO

Their stomaches met, two smooth surfaces connecting.

Withdrawing from his prey's neck, lips smeared with blood, Guy kissed and licked the girl's chest, engulfing one of the small, heaving breasts in his mouth, the other in his hand.

Entangled both mentally and physically, Marian whined gently.

Between her legs she could feel an unfamiliar pulsating that accompanied her heart.

Using instinct to guide her, the maiden arched her hips, bumping them insistently against her seducer's black lower torso.

Laughing, her captor flicked a nipple with his tongue.

"Soon," he whispered then rose up to kiss her cheek.

OoO

Beneath his swirling limbs, the rapturous angel shivered feverishly and whimpered.

"Easy," her lover breathed, lips lightly gliding over her cheeks and forehead. "Easy. We're almost there."

Her nostrils flared.

He was so close. He smelt like the ocean. Like the fresh cool breeze.

Her tongue seeped out, brushing over her lips.

Salt.

She could taste salt.

OoO

One of the tentacles coiled around her waist dipped gracefully into her feminine folds.

Marian's blue eyes shot open. Her body stiffened upon the intrusion and she bucked and pulled.

The arms and limbs holding her tightened, the Cecaelian's deep, patient voice drew a cloud over her terror.

She stopped struggling.

The very tip of the tentacle brushed shyly against the sides of her damp opening. Every movement was concise, painless.

Another appendage slipped under her neck, lazily cocooning a bosom, rubbing a nipple.

Her breathing slowed.

The tentacle inside her slipped further inwards.

She stiffened again but did not try to flee.

"Good girl," her seducer praised.

Guy kissed her lips.

He tasted metallic, tangy.

"I think you'll like this," he whispered in her ear.

He kissed her again, slowly sliding his tongue in.

Head lulling upon the tentacle cushioning it, Marian groaned against his mouth.

Pulling away, he lifted the maiden into the air, holding her aloft.

The cold breeze hit her skin. She shivered and gasped, lifting her head to stare at the full moon.

Gently, lovingly, he pressed his lips against her opening and began to lick and kiss her nether well.

She gasped sharply, closing her eyes and thrusting her lower half forward.

"Please, please, please," she begged.

She was begging.

She had always hated begging. It made her feel weak.

Out of control.

OoO

Marian tingled and moaned as the tentacles slid in and out of her.

She was on the crest of a wave, rising to a height she had never thought existed, feeling a vast multitude of sensations amidst every single stroke from a tentacle, brush of lips, pat from a hand.

These were sensations she had never, in her twenty-two years, sought or even dreamt about.

The limb cradling her breast travelled upwards till it reached her mouth, sliding inside and dancing with her tongue, pressing slightly against her teeth.

OoO

There was one final momentous stroke and her world became undone.

She screamed as the climax unbalanced her then sent her hurtling over the edge.

Her young body feebly sagged forth, shaking in the aftermath and burning with pleasure.

End of dream,

Shaking and sweating, Marian hurled herself out of bed and ran to the tapestry.

Whilst gazing upon it, the girl's lovely blue eyes widened and widened.

The creature still resembled Gisborne!

Was this a trick?

Was Guy of Gisborne a queer hybrid?

"Jesu …" she breathed, putting a trembling hand to her breast. "What are you doing to me?"

"Milady? Is there something wrong?"

Looking from the tapestry to her servant, Marian shuddered and withdrew.

"I'm fine, Cuby," she muttered, raking a hand through her damp, tangled braid. "Perfectly fine. Go back to sleep."

'But I had best not let Guy or Robin see this tapestry,' she added with a furtive glance at the artwork whilst retreating to her bed.

The great hall

That evening whilst the members of the nobility dined with Vasey, Sir Guy of Gisborne could not understand why the Lady Marian blushed so deeply every time she looked at him.

'I hope she isn't sickening for something,' he thought. 'I intend to take her to Brighton next week. She had better not be ill,'

The end