Authors note:
The wedding night is finally here!
If you read this in my one shot collection, I made a few changes, mostly the addition of the first half of the chapter.
TW: loss of virginity, public sex, exhibitionism.
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George wanted to make haste with his wedding. With Robin Hood gaining strength and followers, he wanted to offer Marian as much safety as he could, and becoming his wife would offer just that. It had been about a week since he had fully recovered, allowing his betrothed to plan her nuptials. He wanted to protect her from the havoc that her childhood foe was wreaking on the public. He'd meet with her regarding what types of flowers she'd want, and then turn around and meet with his soldiers to discover Robin and murdered and pillaged again.
It was horrible, the increase of crime, and George was livid. He wanted to do everything in his power to kill Robin. Never before had he desired for someone else's pain and suffering to this extent. He had raised the bounty on his head to 500 gold pieces, and still, the tyrant had not been turned in. The Sheriff had even led a message for the woodsmen, that for every bit of harm he does to his people, it will be visited back upon Robin tenfold. George had been meeting with his scribe one evening, when he was finally fed up with Locksley.
"We reckon he's nicked 3 to 4 million over the past 5 months, sire," claimed the scribe. George was taken aback by the news. Not only for the amount of gold that had been stolen, but that his dear beloved has been with him for almost half of a year. He was feeling sentimental as he temporarily stopped his pacing. With a slight shake to his head, he resumed his irate walk around one of the many private rooms of the castle.
"Alright then, fine, raise the bounty on his head," he stated dismissively, "25,000 crowns". He poured himself a large glass of wine as he started into the open fire that was heating the room.
"Begging your pardon, sire. But it won't do no good how much you raise it," pleaded the squire.
"Really, Scribe? And why is that?" The Sheriff became aggravated, taking a large sip of his dark wine before resting his large hand over the back of a chair. Leaning his weight on one leg in a casual manner, he took another large sip. This man, Locksley, was unbelievable. All George wanted was to marry his bride and enjoy his life. Why on earth did Locksley have to return and start this war?
"Because, Sire, the poor, you see? He blames you for the violence. He tells them he is their only protection from your wrath and they believe him," the elder man stated with trepidation. "Just a minute," the Sheriff walked In front of the chair he was holding onto so that he could slam his hands upon the table in disbelief. "Just a minute. Robin Hood steals money from my pocket and hurts my people and they believe him that it's me? After all I've done for them?" He growled, throwing his goblet into the wall and stalking towards the door. With a hiss, he stated, "That's it, then. Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans, no more merciful beheadings or claims of sanctuary, and call off Christmas!"
With his final command, he flew open the door, stepped out, and slammed it forcibly behind him. He'd go seek comfort in his woman. After all, their wedding was soon and he wanted nothing more than to be happy.
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The day had finally arrived for George and Marian to be united in holy matrimony. The weeks of tension within their relationship had grown to be almost too tempting - despite Sarah's constant vigilance to ensure Marian didn't lose her virtue. George never thought he would wed. He enjoyed his bachelorhood, especially since being Sheriff had many... perks. But once he laid eyes on his bride, he just... knew. Finally she would be his before king and country. She would swear to be his in front of God. He could hardly contain his joy.
He woke and pulled on his dressing gown, calling for his scribe to come to his chambers. He wanted to make sure everything went perfectly for his betrothal. He had to deal with some of his usual day-to-day responsibilities but those were quickly completed. He decided to send some servants over to the women's chambers. The groom wanted his blushing bride to be pampered and knew Sarah could use the help.
George himself was being catered to by his household full of male friends and servants. He took a quick bath before calling to one of his servants to help him dress. He had chosen to dress in black and gold, similar to how he looked when they first met. He quickly pulled on his leggings and black leather knee high boots after a servant dried his body from the bath. He had donned a black linen doublet which fit tightly across his broad chest with a very deep cut neckline. It was loosely laced closed in a crisscross pattern allowing for his pale, bare chest to peek through. The shirt ended just slightly below his waist and had a slit at the bottom front to allow his gold studded codpiece to proudly show.
He was then supplied with his favorite outer tunic that reached his ankles and was fastened at the waist and was open to the front and back giving it a split appearance. The tunic was a heavy black wool, and Marian would later admit that it had the longest row of glistening golden buttons she had ever seen. The buttons perfectly aligned with the studs covering his manhood, separated only by his calfskin leather belt and brass buckle. His long sleeves were tightly cuffed at the wrist and gradually loosened as they came to his shoulders.
He was then fitted with a black and gold bliaut of wool, which had wide-cut sleeves at the wrist and a gored skirt. The pattern was a stunning chevron pattern of gold stripes pointing at a downward angle away from his core. At the center of his chest was a large, golden disc which served as an anchor for his black fur cloak which trailed behind him with a long train.
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Marian, like most women, had been dreaming of this day since she was a little girl. Marian felt a frisson of excitement run through her body when she awakened that morning. Sarah entered her chambers to help her bathe and dress for her wedding day. Her tub had been filled with steaming water from some of the female servants George sent over. Sarah crumbled some lavender into the water to help the young maiden relax and smell divine for her husband. Marian sank her body into the warm water and Sarah added some fresh milk to the bath to soften and moisturize her skin. The maiden reclined against the back of the tub while Sarah used a pitcher to wash her hair.
The women chattered as Marian soaked. She asked Sarah if she knew what she could expect for her wedding night. Although Marian had started to lose control around George, she had never let it go as far as losing her virginity, she wanted to save that for tonight. Besides, she knew that being the King's cousin she would have to participate in a bedding ceremony and that the bedsheets would need to prove she had lost her innocence to George.
Sarah told her as much as she, herself knew; although admittedly it wasn't much. Marian started to get nervous about the consummation. She didn't want her first time to involve her friends and family taking in the role of voyeurs. Then again... she'd be lying if a sick part of her, buried deep down, didn't find the idea titillating.
Sarah saw the maiden flush and mistook her lust for being overheated from the water. She had the bride step out of the tub and dried her off. Marian pulled on her white linen chemise. The sheer garment allowed for her nipples to peek through, which she thought George would appreciate following the ceremony. The neckline fell off the shoulders and was ruched as Sarah tied the delicate string to prevent the undergarment from slipping too low. The sleeves were tight around the upper arm but flowed into a bell sleeve which would complement the gown she had picked out for the ceremony.
Sarah stepped away from Marian for a few moments to gather the delicate light blue dress which was appropriate for a noble wedding. When she returned, Marian smirked at her friend and shook her head.
"Sorry Sarah, but I won't be wearing that gown today. I wish to look desirable for George so I picked out another dress with a handmaiden the other day which I hope will prove the fire and passion I feel for him."
Marian gave a slight nod to the young handmaiden who had arrived just moments before with her trousseau. Sarah's eyes widened.
"Milady! Normally I would insist upon your modesty and dignity. However, this gown is beautiful! I can't see you wearing anything else. I'm just thankful I won't have to keep the good Sheriff from lunging at you for too much longer - I'm not sure I would be successful with you wearing that."
Marian chose a deep ruby colored dress made of luxurious velvet for the bodice with silk bell sleeves. The bodice of the gown was accented with golden stitching across the plunging neckline which mimicked her chemise and was completed with a fabric belt that sling over her narrow hips. For her walk to the church, she was adorned with a black, fur-lined cloak to keep her warm.
Sarah wiped a tear from her eyes as she watched her friend spin around in admiration of her appearance. She looked celestial and knew George would have a hard time keeping his hands idle throughout the evening.
The handmaiden from earlier braided Marian's hair forming a crown atop her head with her chestnut hair cascading down her back in waves. She donned a gold pendant necklace with complementary earrings. Lastly, her golden headband was placed on her head. Nervously, Marian turned to her lady and pulled her into an embrace while she sniffled lightly.
"I'm so nervous, Sarah. But I think I'm more excited to finally start the life I've always wanted. I love him. I truly, madly, deeply do."
With a squeeze of the shoulders and a tight smile, Sarah released her friend and said "it's time, milady. Let us take our leave."
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Minstrels lined the street and began playing their music to start the processional. Marian and George came together to walk side by side to the church. Marian was to the left of George to honor the symbolism that Eve was created from Adam's left rib.
George allowed his eyes to wander over his bride in appreciation of her beauty. Marian felt his eyes on her and turned slightly to look up at him through her lashes with a smirk. George winked at her before muttering in his lust-filled baritone, "You look good enough to eat my love. I hope this evening concludes quickly. I do not know how long I can wait before I ravish you in front of everyone."
Marian developed a full body flush in response. George bit his bottom lip. "You blush exquisitely my love. You're eager for our wedding bed as well, aren't you, my little vixen?"
She returned his gaze hungrily. "Yes, my Lord, I believe I am," she rasped with lust blown eyes. "When I awoke this morning, I found I craved your touch so desperately I wouldn't care if you took me right in front of the altar as soon as the bishop announced us wed".
It was George's turn to blush. He grew incredibly hard inside his trousers and attempted to candidly redistribute his length to a more comfortable position. Marian giggled in response to his discomfort.
As the procession continued towards the church, the bride and groom were followed by George's best man and cousin, Guy. He was outfitted with his sword and rode on horseback as was tradition, to protect the bride and groom from possible harm during their journey.
The rest of the procession included Sarah, Marian's mother, and the rest of the couple's friends who wanted to witness the ceremony.
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Upon arriving at the church, the minstrels ceased their music and the friends and family attending the bride and groom lined themselves outside the church doors. The priest waited for silence to fall while he stood in front of the closed doors holding the rings.
Standing outside the doors, the priest began the vow ceremony so that the whole of Nottingham could witness the event of the year.
"Are you, George: Sheriff of Nottingham, prepared to speak your vows in front of God and Country?"
"Yes, Father"
"Proceed, my son."
George turned to his bride, and grabbed her tiny hands with his. He gently rubbed his thumb across her knuckles while he clearly spoke his promise to her.
"I, George, take thee, Marian, to be my wedded wife.
To have and to hold from this day forward.
For better or for worse
For richer or poorer
For fairer or fouler
In sickness and in health
To love and to cherish
Till death us depart, according to God's holy ordinance
And thereunto I plight thee my troth"
As per tradition, Marian offered no vows; silently listening to her betrothed throughout the proceedings, squeezing his hands tightly as he spoke.
The priest then offered a homily on their sacred act of marriage. The father blessed the braided, golden wedding ring and handed it to George to slip onto her trembling finger. He kissed the back of her hand as they both turned to watch the priest open the doors. The bride, groom, and attendants were ushered inside for the Wedding Mass.
George and Marian knelt before the altar with the Priest standing in front of them. The attendants held a beautiful, white canopy above their heads while the Mass was spoken. At the conclusion, the canopy was removed and the Priest gave George a kiss of peace. George then turned to his young bride and blessed her with her own kiss of Peace. Their wedding concluded with a blessing and recessional back to the castle to celebrate.
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The newlyweds joined their closest friends and family in the great hall of Nottingham castle for their celebratory feast. They dined, drank, and danced in elation for they finally belonged to one another. Marian was happily surprised at George's wedding gift of her own mother arriving from London proper to join them in celebration. She had feared her mother wouldn't make the trip in time, but it appeared that George had written to her well in advance of their engagement to make sure she could arrive in time.
The party took their fill of the delicious bounty which included roasted mallard and pheasant, as well as a roasted boar's head which was displayed at the center of the table. Delicious crusty breads were provided to accompany the many sauces, glazes, and soups that were made available. There were seven courses provided in total before the pudding was served.
While the guests engorged themselves, George and Marian had other appetites they were hoping to fulfill sooner rather than later. The couple sat at the head of the table, side by side with their legs touching. This was not customary, but it appeared that Sarah was correct when she mentioned just a few hours ago that George would be unable to resist her. George casually took up conversation with Guy, who was sitting adjacent to him and to his right. Marian had begun to squirm in her seat, desperately trying to release some of the tension she had felt between her legs.
George turned to his wife and poured her another healthy glass of wine. He was hoping to loosen themselves enough with drink that there would be little inhibition when the next part of the evening arrived. He returned to his conversation with his cousin, however his left hand disappeared beneath the heavy table cloth.
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She had grown bored of the evening and was becoming more wanton with each sip of alcohol she took. Her husband clearly was wanting her to relax and be uninhibited. As she took another sip from her goblet, she choked. It appears the knave had just laid his hand upon her thigh. She shot him a cautionary look to see if this was on purpose. The glance he gave her left little room for doubt that he was unaware of what he was doing to her.
He continued to push the food around on his plate while conversing as he slowly, languidly, slid his hand to the apex of her thighs. He paused for a moment, giving her the opportunity to stop him. When she didn't stop him, he reached out with his middle finger and began to massage her quim. He continued to stroke her clothed mound as she struggled to fight her pending orgasm.
Beautiful, he mused. The wench seems to enjoy being on display. Tonight will be astonishing.
She grasped desperately at her goblet, putting her mouth to the lip of the cup in hopes of silencing her mewling. Thankfully the hall was loud enough that no one seemed to notice their roguery. Just as she was nearing her arrival, George stopped his molestation of her body. She snapped her eyes to meet his, discovering a self-satisfied smirk. She glared at him, frustratedly.
George leaned to his right and whispered something to Guy.
"My Lord!" Guy announced for everyone to hear. The wedding guests began to bang their hands and glasses on the table in response to the pending announcement. "The priest has made his blessings to the newlyweds, The Sheriff has made his wedding vows and he has provided Lady Marian with a ring." More applause erupted as he spoke, and George took Marian's hand in his and gazed upon her. Guy stood and raised his hands, commanding silence from the spectators.
"However...they are not yet man and wife. Just as a sword needs a sheath," Guy turned and winked at his cousin. "...a wedding needs a bedding!" A thunderous applause broke out through the great hall as the minstrels began to play music. Men rushed to Marian, lifting her above their heads while they carried her throughout the castle to their nuptial bed. Hooting and hollering broke out as women rushed to George, helping him to his feet. They pulled him along, following his bride, as they started to undress him. They left articles of clothing in their wake as they stripped the regal man of his cloak and tunic. A parade of followers accompanied the couple on their march including Marian's mother, Sarah, Guy, and the Priest.
As everyone crowded into the nuptial chambers, the women finished undressing the Sheriff, in a less hurried manner, down to his doublet and braies. The women then turned to Marian and disrobed her, leaving her trembling in her chemise. The priest then blessed their union and performed a fertility ritual before turning and leaving. Marian's mother also chose to leave in lieu of witnessing the intimacy of the next ritual.
George helped Marian onto the bed before climbing beside her. George smoothly placed his warm body above hers, lowering his head to capture her lips in a chaste kiss. Sarah and Guy stepped forward to close the sheer curtains around the bed, allowing for an iota of privacy before ushering the witnesses to gather around the bed.
"What do you think, love? Shall we give them a show?" George purred.
Marian responded with a sharp bite to his lower lip, drawing a speck of blood. He chuckled darkly after she released his lip. He passionately nudged her head to the side so he could nip at her flesh below her ear. She sucked air through her teeth as she felt his teeth sink into her. She let out a lascivious moan when he licked his mark he had just left.
Their lips crashed together passionately; roughly as they grabbed handfuls of each other's hair. After a few moments, George pulled his swollen lips from hers just long enough to speak.
"Areyou ready for me?"
She bit her bottom lip seductively and nodded her consent. He reached between their bodies to pull off his trousers and pulled off his shirt. She scooted up the bed to take in the view of her lover disrobing. She allowed her eyes to travel down his body. She noticed his jugular vein protruding deliciously from his neck. A light sheen formed over his hot body and she watched as a bead of sweat descended. It traced down the front of this throat, between his pectoral muscles which she noticed stood out strongly against his bare torso. She continued her leering down to his chest and abdomen which were smattered with scars from battle, his most recent one almost fully healed from where Robin stabbed him. She followed the dark trail of hair beneath his navel to the delicious "V" of his hips. Her eyes widened comically when she saw the size of his length. His angry head stood proudly amongst his pale body with a delicate drop of pre-ejaculate resting on top, begging to be licked off. She'd save that for a more private time though.
He was sitting in a high kneel, as bare as the day he entered this world. He ran his fingers up her milky thigh until he reached her hips. He gave a light squeeze to her hip bones, eliciting a delightful moan. He slid his right hand over her mound, applying pressure with the heel of his hand over her clitorus. He was delighted with the amount of nectar he felt drip down her legs. She arched her back off the bed, seeking more pressure, begging for release of the rubber band that was so, so close to being released at dinner. Once again, he stopped. He grabbed the hem of of chemise and lifted it over her head. He threw their clothing to the viewers as was tradition. A young handmaiden caught the clothes hoping to be the next in line to become a bride.
George leaned back down to capture Marian's lips. His chest rubbed against her erect nipples causing a tingle to run down her spine until it stopped at her apex.
"I need you... now! Pleaseeee!" She begged.
George acquiesced as he licked her throat with a broad, flat tongue, he reached between their naked bodies to grasp his shaft as he aligned himself with her slit. He rubbed himself against her, gathering moisture before raising his hips and thrusting inside. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. A tear released from her eye as she felt her virginity be taken. She felt a burning, tearing feeling between her legs as she whimpered. George patiently waited, his cock nestled deep inside her, willing her quim to relax and take him in further.
He pecked at her lips as he whispered comforting words. After a few moments, he felt her body receive him. He pulled out slightly before sliding back in. She nodded this time, silently informing him she was ready.
"It's ok, my love. I have you. It won't hurt for much longer." He brushed the hair out of her face as he lowered his head to her nipples. He gathered her breasts in each of his hands, pushing them close to one another. He flattened his tongue as he licked each erect nipple, torturously moving between each mound. She whimpered in protest of his lack of movement.
"More, George.., I-I need more."
She ground her hips down on his length, eliciting a feral growl from the man. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down as he moved his hips slowly..deeply. He felt the spongy tissue of her g-spot as his tip brushed against it with each pass. She continued undulating her hips against him, moaning desperately, begging for relief. He began snarling, snapping his hips into hers; Licking and nipping at every ounce of flesh he could reach. He felt her walls quiver around him. With haste, he reached between their joined bodies with his index and middle finger to provide pressure to her pearl. Squeezing tightly in a scissoring motion, she screamed her release, pulling George's from his bollocks as well.
The air smelled of sweat and sex. The noises coming from behind the curtain were making the women flush with parted mouths while the men were gifted with a tightening of their pants and dilated pupils. Most consummations were awkward and over quickly. Sarah herself became so uncomfortable, she ushered the young women out. They didn't need to witness anymore. Some of the men, most likely the ones that were a little drunk, actually started molesting themselves above their trousers. Sarah gasped and threw them out as well. The couple clearly consummated their nuptial bed and could continue without an audience.
He shivered as he continued slowly gliding his hips, allowing his wife to ride out her orgasm. They kissed passionately until his shaking arms couldn't support him anymore. He rolled off to the side, bringing her with him so she could lay her head on his chest. Finally satisfied and utterly spent, Marian pushed back George's sweaty hair from his face. "I suppose we scared them off, my love." George chuckled and shook his head. He couldn't believe they had finally joined. "Yes, my lady. I believe you are correct." He chuckled again as he kissed the top of her head. He closed his eyes, fully relaxed for the first time since he had met her. After a few minutes, she thought he had fallen asleep.
"George?" She whispered timidly.
"Mmm" came his sleepy response.
"Take me again?"
She felt his cock twitch beneath her thigh as he pulled her on top of him. They made love two more times that night before finally giving in to sleep; closely nestled into each other's arms.
