Belonging part 10
By Leah
Summary
Marian wakes up.
Disclaimer
I do not own anything except a near copy of Marian's series one betrothal ring to Guy, the soundtrack and audio books, a Guy toy, and the DVDs.
Also, a minor request. Please, please do not ask me to update soon. I am a very slow writer because I like to proof read my own work and I prefer to avoid rushing. If I rush neither of us will enjoy the story so please, please do not ask me to update soon because I honestly prefer to update when I feel it is ok to do so. If I try to write when I'm not in a Robin Hood fan fic mood it comes out forced and rather boring. I am not wholly serious about fan fiction but "Rushed and Boring" is something a reader does not deserve to see.
I'm not trying to be mean here, but it takes a lot of brainstorming and rewrites to make this kind of story work, so please be patient.
Trust me, the slower the update, the more enjoyable the read.
Rated M for sexual content
The Hunting Lodge
Marian woke from her slumber in the wee hours of the morning,
She squinted then groaned.
Covering her eyes with the back of her hand, the maiden took a peek at the pair of arms wrapped around her waist.
Her initial reaction was most unexpected indeed.
She was comfortable. Utterly content. A feeling she had not allowed herself for such a long time.
Being mindful of the two men sharing the bed, the girl sat up.
Allan grunted, rolling onto his right side, snoring softly into his pillow.
"I need to piss," Marian thought and carefully rose until standing over the men, and like a well seasoned tight ropewalker, made her way to the end of the bed, jumping and then landing with a soft thud.
Behind her, Guy groaned and nuzzled his pillow with his large nose, his black, tangled mane bristling in the cool early morning air.
Quietly, Marian found the chamber pot, relieved herself then cleansed her neither regions and inner arse with a damp cloth. Tossing the soiled rag aside, the girl washed her hands then returned to the bed.
"Allan, you're freezing," Guy grumbled fuzzily.
"It's not Allan. It's me."
Woozy, the man opened an eye.
"Good morning," he greeted groggily.
"Morning," she replied.
"Come here," he beckoned quietly. "I'll warm you up."
Marian obliged him by wriggling over until she was pressed cosily against his own silky smooth body.
Gisborne's warm hands settled on her back and stubbled chin on her shoulder.
"When do we have to get up?" Marian mumbled whilst listening to the birdsong outside.
"Soon, but I can always hide you."
She smiled.
"Thank you."
There was a brisk knock.
"Sir Guy?"
The knight cursed through clenched teeth.
"Burrow into Allan and keep your face hidden," he told Marian tersely before sitting up and pulling the sheets aside.
"That involves movement, doesn't it?" the girl asked, wanting to remain precisely where she was.
Gisborne rolled his eyes.
"Just keep your face hidden," he ordered and padded toward the doorway.
0o0
Whilst Gisborne was busy with their intruder, Marian curled up beside Allan and did as her betrothed had suggested.
She wrapped her arms loosely around the young man's waist and nuzzled his neck.
Guy's lover gave a groan then rolled over, smiling sleepily at her.
"Aup me duck," he said.
She beamed.
"Aup."
"How are you feeling?" he then asked, worried she had been made ill from last evening's rain. She certainly did look pale.
"Fine," Marian answered then wrinkled her petite nose. "Guy seems to be determined to hide me from everyone outside."
"Wise of him."
Her stomach growled. "I am hungry," she confessed then paused, sniffing the air.
"Something smells wonderful." Allan commented, gliding a finger down the small of Marian's naked back.
The girl shivered.
"Sensitive there, eh?" the squire asked grinning smugly then repeating the movement a little slower this time.
Marian hissed through her white teeth and shuddered with pleasure.
"One of the castle servants told me you were dexterous." She gulped hard then added. "Looks like they were right."
Allan chuckled.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, Mazza darlin."
"I hope we are not cooped in here forever," Marian remarked wryly.
"Never know, might be fun."
Marian glared at him.
"Fine, you can be a snug a bed, Allan," she told him flatly. "But as soon as I've broken my fast I am getting some fresh air and-"
"Fresh air's overrated, Marian, haven't you heard?" Guy asked, appearing suddenly, tossing a red apple from one hand to the other. "Besides," the dark haired knight added. "I have plans."
0o0
"You're tying me up?" the naked maiden exclaimed, horror-struck.
"Yessss," Guy hissed, using a strip of black silk to bind her ankle to a bedpost.
"Think of this as a learning experience, Maz," Allan said doing the same with the other ankle.
Marian felt a conniption coming on and bit her lip in an endeavour to stop it.
'You agreed to this,' she reminded herself mentally.
"I did not know that being ravished by you two would result in me being a play thing!" she said at last when Allan began to bind her hand.
"Awww, poor you," Guy mocked then sat back on his haunches, admiring the handy work. "Yes, you are the play thing and this is going to prove a very interesting pastime," he regarded her acquisitively. "Are you ready?"
The girl glared up at him, eyes shining rancorously.
"I hate you!" she snapped, having decided that she could tolerate the game no longer. "Let me go!"
Guy looked to the man sitting on his right.
"What do you think, Allan?" he asked ingenuously. "Should we do that?"
Gisborne's lover shook his head.
"Nah. knowing Maz, she might tie us up."
Guy shook his head, making a clicking resonance with his tongue.
"We can't have that."
Marian bared her teeth.
"Let me go right now!" she demanded, struggling. "This isn't funny!"
"Really? I find it perfectly amusing," Gisborne contradicted smoothly.
"Bastards!"
"Oi, that's a bit unladylike," Allan cried, mockingly aghast with her brazen behaviour.
"I don't feel repentant at all, let me go!"
"The game," Guy announced, ignoring Marian, "is known as Cunnilingus."
"Sounds abhorrent," the girl growled rebelliously.
"Ho! Oh! I love this one!" Allan exclaimed, bouncing up and down on the mattress. "Not a bad idea, Giz."
"Thank you, clapa. Now, first things first. Rules."
Marian cocked up an eyebrow.
"There are rules?" she asked.
"This is a game," Allan pointed out to her. "Of course there's gonna be rules."
"Hmph, I thought Team castle never had rules," Marian answered, thrusting up her chin defiantly.
"Team what?" Gisborne asked, frowning.
"Team castle. That's what the people call you two and Vasey."
Guy snorted whilst Allan offered her an incredulous look.
"What?" Marian asked.
"We were hoping Team Leather would be a sticker," Allan revealed almost mournfully. "Its better then team bloody castle."
"Can't stick, we don't wear that much leather anymore," Guy pointed out almost ruefully.
"True, true."
"Guallan sounded much better."
"Eh, A before G, mate!"
"Ahem!"
"Yes, Marian?" both men inquired in harmony.
"Can we just play Cunni-this game?" she asked, irritation in her dulcet voice. "I'm getting cold!"
Guy's mouth twisted into a wolfish grin.
"That's a very good idea," he purred evilly at her then began to edge away. "Put the blindfold on, Allan."
"What?" the girl squeaked.
"Gag her too?" Allan asked.
"No, I think we can forgo gagging. I'd like to hear her squeal."
"I thought that was our thing. You know, gagging and all that."
Gisborne rolled his eyes.
"Just do as you're told."
"Wait!" Marian said abruptly, her voice suddenly riddled with apprehension. "Will you stop if I ask you to?"
Guy slowly moved from where he was until standing beside her head.
"I promise," he told her softly. "We will stop if you ask it of us."
A small smile graced her lips.
"Thank you," she whispered.
0o0
Fingers lightly stroked her hair off her forehead. Marian tensed then sniffed.
"Guy?"
"Shhh."
She sniffed. A musky scent filled her nose.
Yes, it was most definitely Guy.
"Easy," he murmured, stroking her hair. "Easy."
Behind the blindfold the girl blinked rapidly.
Something hard and warm touched her knee.
She swallowed hard.
"Don't knock me in the face, Maz."
Stubble scratched her inner thigh.
Allan?
She yelped then bucked.
"Steady, steady," Guy muttered, "don't want Allan to bite you, do we?"
"Sorry, I was surprised."
"He won't hurt you."
Marian gulped then settled against the mattress, waiting for the game to begin.
She waited.
Waited.
Waited ….
Something hard and warm settled on her chest then encompassed her breasts.
Marian gasped loudly, arching her whole body forward and off the bed.
Gisborne smirked.
"That's the way, beautiful," he praised huskily. "This is what we like, isn't it?"
Marian tossed her head back and cried out in elation. She clenched tightly around Allan's tongue. She bucked as Guy's mouth worshipped her nipples.
This was heaven outside the pearly gates, it had to be.
Allan slowly withdrew his muscle. She whined softly then went limp as a boned fish.
Hot silken lips pressed against her cheek.
"Thank you for getting her ready for me, Allan."
Ready?
"No worries, mate."
She became rigid.
Guy's scent filled her nostrils once more.
"It's alright," he soothed gently. "I'm not taking it yet. It's alright."
Marian let out a relieved breath.
Guy's smell drifted away and she felt his rough warm hand stroke sensuously down her right side till it reached her hip.
A pair of hands cupped her face and cradled it. She smelt the sweet wood smoke, dirt and a musky undeniably male aroma.
Allan.
"Lo, love," the former outlaw greeted quietly, massaging her head. "Thanks for not making me bite ya on the fanny."
Marian couldn't help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.
"My pleasure, Allan," she whispered.
Sharp stubble scratched her inner thigh.
She jerked a little, waiting.
Guy's mouth suckled slowly at the pallid membrane of her legs, his hands ardently rubbed at her knees before travelling lower.
Tingling all over, Marian twisted restlessly.
Growling, Gisborne bit into her leg, strong white teeth drawing blood. The girl shivered and tangled her fingers into the blanket beneath her.
"How's that?" Allan asked as she gasped and bucked. "Like this, darlin?"
"Mmmph!"
"I'll take that as, it's all going well."
Marian jolted again and whined loudly.
0o0
Guy reached out and began to untie the cloth covering Marian's eyes.
Panting, the girl blinked rapidly then tried to focus on what was happening around her.
Lying behind and beneath her, cushioning her head with his chest and arm, Allan gave his lover a warning look.
Guy's lips peeled back.
"She is mine!" he growled forebodingly at the younger man.
Marian groaned.
Gisborne let the silk descend to the floor then loomed over his betrothed, carefully resting his supple body on top of her and Allan.
The noblewoman gasped at the contact and writhed between the two men. She felt something rather alien brush slyly against her inner thigh and before she could begin to wonder what on earth it could be, Allan began to nibble ardently on her earlobe.
Something was happening. Despite her intoxication, Marian was able to form one coherent thought.
Loss.
She looked up at Guy, her eyes wide and fearful.
He kissed her gently on the mouth, his breath and sweet scent enveloped her.
Then the agony came. Gisborne drove his sheath deep inside her as if she were an enemy he had been waiting an eternity to destroy.
Shrieking shrilly with surprise and pain, Marian jolted forth and was cruelly slammed down by Guy's weight.
"Fuck, be careful!" she heard Allan exclaim. "She'll break my co-"
Stab!
She shrieked again and kicked and bucked like a lamb having its tail cut off.
Stab!
"Stop it!" Marian wailed, head falling backwards, tears stinging her eyes, wetting her cheeks. "Please!"
Hands cocooned her face and her lower half felt full and bruised.
"It's alright," Guy's husky resonance promised. "It's done, Marian."
"Yeah, Mazza. All over now."
Her body went limp in their arms. Weeping softly, Marian closed her eyes, letting the men fuss over her, trying to familiarise herself with the disconcerting sensation inside her sore and quivering fanny.
"Set the lady free, Allan," Guy instructed. "I don't think she'll punch the living daylights out of us now."
"Righto, Giz."
Marian was so tired her arms fell to her sides.
"You're inside me," she whispered weakly to Guy. "No one told me it would be like this."
Not her mother.
No one.
To comfort her, Allan patted her ribcage and Gisborne pressed his lips against her cheek.
The "thing" inside her slid backwards ever so slightly then brushed forward.
Marian stiffened.
Babies.
So this was how it was done. She had heard so many versions. The one about a kindly bird delivering babes to men and women the least unlikely.
She wanted to ask if she was with child but hesitated. She did not want neither Allan or Guy to believe her to be a simpleton. Then again … Perhaps it would please Guy to know that there were some things in this world she was not wholly certain about.
"Am I … ?" she licked her lips. "Am I with child now?"
Guy's member, thick and hard, stirred within her yet again. She stiffened uncomfortably, not sure if she could cope feeling so full and strained.
'Bloody tavern girls don't know what they're talking about,' she thought dourly.
"Not yet," Guy replied. "I think we'll have a breather. Ale, Marian?"
A respite?
Now?
Gisborne eased out of her, not missing her hiss of pain.
"Hot water will fix that," he said grimly then set about untying her ankles.
Hugging her against him, Allan sat up against what remained of their mountain of pillows.
"Jesu, you'd think it was a war wound!" he exclaimed under his breath.
Marian looked down to see the vibrant crimson stain on the white cloth beneath them.
"Are you going to show this off?" she asked before she could stop herself.
Pouring the ale into tankards, Gisborne the young woman offered a half smile.
"Not likely," he replied smoothly. "Can't have the sheriff crowing about this, can we?"
Allan drew the unsoiled furs over Marian and himself, resting his chin atop her head.
Kirklees Abbey, Marian's chambers
The young woman opened her eyes, staring at the virgin sunlight as it trickled through her little window.
"I am getting married today," she whispered to no one in particular.
Outside, standing on a branch of a nearby oak tree, a little blue bird began to tweet.
Nottingham Church, the wedding day
"Where is she?" Gisborne grumbled, eyes flicking from the church entrance to Allan waiting beside him.
"Maybe she's done a runner?"
The knight made an irritated face then turned to Vasey who smiled ingenuously at him before adding discourteously. "I mean, she's bolted from you before, Gizzy."
Guy had to bite down hard on his tongue to keep himself from barking at the sheriff.
Marian would turn up. She had given him, Allan, her word. Her virginity.
She had to be here.
Huffing, puffing, the plump friar uniting Guy and Marian in holy matrimony came trotting down the aisle. The poor little man had just paid a visit to the privy for what seemed like the umpteenth time that morning and good Lord, how his bottom hurt! He would never commit the deadly sin of gluttony ever again!
"Well if the lady leper doesn't show up to say, I do, you can always wed this eager fellow!" Vasey laughed, thumping Guy solidly on the arse. "Don't worry if the bitch denies you, my boy," he hissed, caressing the younger man's bum. "I'll have you any day, any night, and that's a fixed guarantee."
Slowly, Guy turned to the sheriff. When meeting the older man's gaze, he spoke steadily as if he were talking to a dim child.
"Take your hand off my arse, my lord."
Surprised, Vasey instantly dropped his limb from his lieutenant's bottom. Shock swiftly turned to soundless ferocity.
Standing beside Guy, Allan was certain the silver haired man was going to give his lover the hiding of his life.
Nervously, he fingered the silver hilt of his sword.
A guard hurried toward them.
Allan withdrew his hand.
"My lord sheriff. Sir Guy," the man addressed.
"Speak," Vasey drawled.
"The Lady Marians' carriage has past through the west gate."
"Good-Oh," Allan said, relived for the interruption.
Before hurrying down the aisle to meet Marian, he nodded to Guy then to the sheriff who had changed his mind about thrashing Gisborne and was closely examining his fingernails, pouting in concentration.
"Ten crowns says that wee Mazzie will jilt Sir, what a complete clot I am, Gisborne at the alter again," he announced having decided that his nails were, beyond all doubt, perfect.
"I'll take that bet!" someone called out.
Tilting his head upward, Gisborne rolled his eyes.
Castle Courtyard, outside the church
"You took your time!" Allan called out whilst jogging toward the carriage.
"Sorry! Got me self bogged I did," the driver explained mournfully then nodded to where Marian was situated. "Her ladyship almost unhitched one of me orses and rode ere erself."
"Well I would have gotten to the church a lot sooner if I did!" was Marian's ruffled counter.
Allan grinned boyishly and opened the door, drawing back the curtains.
"Cock and Bull! You look fucking lovely!" he exclaimed vociferously.
"Oi! That be a lady you're swearing at!" the driver scolded, giving Allan quite the disapproving look.
"It's alright," Marian assured, smiling her appreciation at Allan through the delicate French lace veil. "I don't mind."
She looked like a winter angel.
Marian wore a delicate diadem of lavender roses. Her wedding dress consisted of baby blue silk with pink and silver embroidery adorning the bodice and hem of her weighty skirt. Around her neck, cushioned amidst her pliant and pallid bosom was a silver crucifix with a diminutive sapphire in its interior.
Realising he was acting incongruously, Allan cleared his throat, running a hand through his thick auburn locks.
"Ah … Let's to church, eh Maz?" he asked, offering the young woman his arm.
Marian beamed luminously at him.
"Let's," she agreed.
Inside the church
Gisborne felt a frisson of excitement whilst Marian knelt beside him. He raised his head, turning it to some extent, to his left then smiled faintly.
"The sheriff thought you wouldn't come," he murmured returning his eyes to the over weight man of God in front of them.
"I am full of surprises," Marian whispered back, staring at the crucifix on the wall behind the priest who had already begun the familiar, droll, Latin.
Guy's mouth curled into an even deeper smile.
All of a sudden the tedious Latin was ringing through his ears like wonderful music. All of a sudden all seemed calm and peaceful.
"Yes you are," he told her.
OoO
"Have you the ring, Sir Guy?"
Gisborne looked to Allan who reached into his tunic, taking extra care not to drop the precious item to the floor.
Guy turned to Marian. He took her hand, smoothly pushing the ring onto her finger.
Marian smiled down at the entity.
Gorgeous. Much more eye-catching then the previous wedding ring he had chosen to situated there.
This ring had a golden setting with three small, circular stones situated on it in a row. A blood ruby, yellow topaz and, located between the stones, a slightly larger sapphire.
"You may now kiss the bride," the priest allowed, satisfied he had done his job.
"Bugger!" Vasey sneered.
Slowly, Guy raised the veil.
His breath caught in his throat as he looked upon the woman who stared back at him.
Soft, yielding, loving.
Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her sweetly on the mouth. Marian answered his kiss, full mouth pushing and sucking.
Hearing the sudden deafening applause and remembering they were in a house of God; the pair carefully broke off the kiss.
"Thank you," Guy whispered.
His wife grinned back at him then looked to their guests. Her eyes landed on Vasey, who appeared to be comically devastated with what he had just witnessed, and felt a surge of pride.
"Shall we?" Gisborne asked huskily, offering his bride his arm who took it without hesitation.
Catching Allan's eye, Marian was quick to wink at him before taking a deep breath and beginning the first steps of her new life.
The north road, Sherwood
"How is my wife?"
Marian smiled indolently, raising her head slothfully from her husband's shoulder to look at him.
"Very ... happy," she answered, pausing to listen to the carriage as it whisked them to Locksley. "I am very happy."
She snuggled closer, pressing her petite nose against his chest, fingers clutching at his silk tunic.
Curling his arms around her, Gisborne kissed his bride's lace covered forehead, smelling the understated perfume of the flowers that remained, lightly bristling in the breeze.
Politely, Marian covered her mouth as she gave a large yawn. The evening prior to their wedding had not been restful. She had tossed and turned on a regular basis till finally succumbing to sleep only to be rudely awoken by a servant girl and rooster's damnful crowing a short time later.
"When we get to the Manor, I'm going to take you to bed," Guy told the former maiden.
"Mmm, the wedding feast," Marian protested unfocusedly.
"Shh, later," he hushed. "We have time, little love."
Gently, he helped remove her veil and crown of flowers, setting them aside and running his hand through the curly tresses of her dark mane.
The woman groaned heavily with annoyance.
She hated this. He was lulling her into a deep sleep the evil man!
"Doooon't," she mumbled woozily, barely able to keep her eyes open.
The last thing she heard was her husbands' soft rumble of laughter.
Locksley Manor, Guy and Marian's bedchamber
After helping her undress and putting her to bed, Gisborne quickly stripped down to his braise then crawled into their shared bed thus joining her.
The woman mumbled and rolled, pressing her slender back against his chest and stomach, sighing her contentment as the heat of his body cocooned her.
Lovingly cuddling her, Guy closed his eyes and dozed lightly.
Allan, somebody bless him, had allowed him to share this day and night with their angel.
It was his wedding gift, the younger man had explained.
And this was a gift. Something far more precious then riches.
For this, Guy knew he would be forever indebted to him.
"When I get the chance, I'll make him an earl," he thought.
OoO
"Wake up, wife."
Marian's eyes fluttered open upon hearing Gisborne's voice.
She yawned widely, stretched then rolled over only to find Guy already waiting for her, sitting on the edge of their bed.
"Did you really think I would let you sleep the entire day away?" he asked amusedly, cocking an eyebrow upwards.
"Not if you valued your life," she answered wryly. She sat up, swinging her legs over the bed. "Is the water warm?"
"It's only just arrived."
She rose to her feet, not minding her nudity, and reached for a cloth.
"Let me do it," Guy said, intercepting her. "Please?"
The new Lady Gisborne shrugged, passing the white piece of material to him.
"By all means."
Standing behind her, Guy rubbed the wet, hot cloth up and down the pale valley of her taut skin.
As he massaged one of Marian's tits, Gisborne felt his self-control begin to slip away.
It would have been easy to twirl her around and sink his teeth into one of her ripe little apples. He knew that Marian would not object for long. She was already rubbing her pretty white buttocks against his growing erection, whimpering softly with pleasure.
"Can we be late?" he asked huskily, gently biting her earlobe. "I've never been to a wedding before."
Marian groaned loudly, rubbing her arse even harder against his cock.
"We'll eat fast, say our thanks and good evenings then come straight back here," she managed to tell him through clenched teeth.
"That's a very good idea," he panted heavily against her neck, cloth sliding down, down, and down.
OoO
"We're late!" Marian cried! "Damn it all! The waters cold!"
Guy rolled his eyes.
"You're no better then the sheriff," he told her, ignoring the chill of the water as he scrubbed beneath his arms. "Calm down. We're allowed to be tardy."
"No we're not!"
The knight sauntered languidly over to his coffer, seeking out the tunic she had given him months ago, a fresh pair of black silk braise, black hose along with a snug fitting black leather doublet with royal blue wool sewn into the collar.
"If you look in your coffer, you'll find a present from Allan," he told her, tugging the tunic over his head.
Marian, scrubbing madly at her armpits in a vain attempt to get rid of the not wholly unpleasant odour of sex and perspiration, hurried over to her coffer, threw it open and gasped with delight.
It was a dress. Crimson wool with a golden jewelled belt. Accompanying the garment was a lovely white damask shift and red velvet slippers.
"Perfect, she breathed holding the clothing before her.
Guy's arms slid fluidly around her curvaceous waist. He kissed her cheek, nuzzling her mane of thick dark hair.
"I'd better send for someone to help us get ready," he told the woman, reluctantly letting her go. "Can't keep Allan waiting all night."
Outside Locksley Manor, the wedding feast
"Lords, Ladies, I present to you the Lord and Lady Gisborne!"
Cheers rose from the giant mass of nobility as Guy led Marian forward.
"Thank you, Allan," the knight muttered, acknowledging their guests with a dip of his head.
"Yeah, no worries, Giz."
The musicians struck up a gay tune. Servants entered the yard bearing wooden trays of food and jugs of mead, wine, and ale.
Seated in between Allan and Gisborne, Marian cut into a sliver of venison, eyes darting here and there for signs of Robin.
"He's not coming," Guy murmured, taking notice of her mild case of disquiet.
Marian frowned.
"Who, the sheriff?" she asked blatantly. "But he said he didn't want to come."
"Hood, Marian," Guy answered with the slightest asperity. "We've caused a distraction to keep him away."
"He'd probably be at the castle by now," Allan added, tearing into a hunk of bread. "Wonder if the big V's seen him yet?"
"Let's not trouble ourselves with speculation of Hood, Clapa," Gisborne growled, pouring more wine into his goblet then Marian's. "It's our wedding feast."
"Yes, and Guy needs to conserve his energy for later," Marian added with a sudden iniquitous glimmer in her eyes, thus intriguing Allan. "But, I am curious … How did you manage to keep Robin away?"
"Luck."
She arched an eyebrow.
"Do I want to know what you mean by luck?"
Guy shrugged but Allan grinned at his lover's wife.
"Like Giz said, we caused a distraction."
Feeling she did not want to know anymore lest what she discovered was not to her liking, Marian nodded and stabbed her knife into another piece of deer meat.
Guy and Marian's bed chamber
"Well, that was one of the longest moments of my life," Marian commented while Guy closed the door behind them. "I thought we'd be there all evening."
"Mmmm." Gisborne responded seemingly distracted.
Marian smoothed out the skirt of her gown, wondering what they should do now.
"Are you tired?" she asked.
"No," the knight told her, relieving himself of his sword belt.
"Are you?"
Marian shook her head.
"No, Its just-"
"Allan isn't here."
Marian nodded, worrying her lip with her teeth.
"We can do this without him, can't we?" Gisborne asked almost diffidently.
"Yes, I think we can," his wife answered though not without an air of uncertainty. "I mean … Well it's not hard, is it?"
A furtive smile suddenly graced Gisborne's mouth.
"Not yet," he purred at her.
Marian's painted lips gradually curved upward.
"Sinful behaviour?" she asked.
"Very," he agreed.
She tilted her head to one side, observing him closely. Dark curls cascaded over a shoulder.
"Angels will weep over us, won't they?" she asked softly.
"I think so."
She straightened.
"Or perhaps … rejoice?"
This time her husband grinned immorally at her.
"Now those are angels I'd very much care to meet," he informed.
Marian returned the grin, her incandescent blue eyes sparkling with stimulation.
"Better take me to bed then my lord."
OoO
The Lady Gisborne gave a strident cry as he bit her furrowed nipple. Whimpering, she intertwined her legs with his own, rubbing her heels against his masculine calves.
"Mmm," Marian moaned, feverishly nuzzling Guy's neck. "You can bite me anytime you want, my lord," she purred.
He growled gutterly in response and bit harder into the nipple, consequently making the woman swear and buck.
"Haven't we had enough foreplay though?" she then asked, out of breath. "I'm ready."
He looked up from her heaving breasts.
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered in between pants.
His wife reached down, grasping his straining member with cold pale hands.
"I … am … ready," she stated determinedly then let him go, rolling onto her stomach.
Looking at him over her shoulder, Marian winked at him invitingly.
"Would you like to go for a ride, Sir Guy?" she asked sweetly.
OoO
It only took him a few moments to find his way inside of her.
Marian gasped upon his entrance then winced, burning water spilling down her cheeks.
She had let him come in far too early.
Oh jesu, it hurt.
"Marian?"
"Do-don't stop!" she rasped, refusing to be out done by a bit of agony. "Don't you dare stop!"
Despite the fact that he had a head start in the race when it came to who was ready, Guy was not pleased with Marian's greed. He knew she was in pain and felt compelled to resolve the problem before it became any worse then it had to be.
"Woman," he growled at her and carefully began to stroke along her humid depths.
Marian moaned and arched beneath him in an effort to get him to move faster.
"No," Gisborne reprimanded. He took hold of her ear with his teeth and began to suckle.
"Guy!" she whined and wriggled.
Annoyed, he let go of her ear.
"Not yet," Guy growled back at her. "You'll have to wait!"
Frustrated, Marian cursed him thus making the man on top of her nearly roar with laughter.
"Never thought you had that in you, wife," he teased.
"You'll find that I'm full of surprises!" she huffed.
"And I'm not going to go any faster," he returned stubbornly.
Marian sighed her displeasure. This delicate stroking was going to be the death of them both.
"Well … Can you go deeper?" she asked waspishly.
OoO
Lady Gisborne woke up in the wee hours of the following morning feeling well ridden and with Guy sleeping behind her, arms wrapt firmly around her waist, breath warming her neck.
"Mornin,"
She blinked groggily then beamed with delight.
"Allan!" she cooed, holding her arms out for him.
The squire automatically lay beside her, moving so he could embrace both man and woman.
"How'd it go without me?" he asked, fingers toying with Marian's dark strands.
"Very well," she reported smoothly. "Guy's quite the stallion."
"Neigh, I mean, really? I heard he was bollocks."
"Yay," the woman told the outlaw indolently. "He was marvellous."
Guy grunted mellifluously then went back to sleep.
"He's not going to wake up anytime soon, is he?" Allan asked.
"I think he's sleeping like a baby," Marian remarked, craning her head to look at her husband. "I put him through his paces last night."
"Did you just?"
"Twas only fair," she countered. "You two put me through mine," she grinned at him deviously. "And when I get you alone in a dark room …"
Allan gaped at the woman for a moment then laughed into the fat pillow.
"What?" Marian demanded.
"Well look at you! You're a brazen slut!" he exclaimed, tears of mirth rolling down his cheeks. "A fucking trollop!"
Marian rolled her eyes.
"Go down and tell the cook I want to break my fast," she ordered.
End of part 10
Authors note
It has been a while, soz guys but I'm committed to real life and blab dee blab dee blab.
That's not to say that this story will not be finished. I have 2 more chappies to go me dears!
Till then, cheerio chaps!