The Sheriff was idly listening to his cousin speak of Robin Hood. His mind continued to wander onto more... lascivious topics as opposed to the comings and goings of the Nave.

"Well, what do you think we should do about him, Cousin?". George was shaken from his daydream, black eyes darting back to his Cousin.

"About what?"

Guy sighed. "I realize, Cousin, that you are happy and want nothing more than to continue to bed your wife. However, these are trying times. You must think of your citizens... of what Robin of the Hood is doing to your future kingdom. What do you suggest we do?". The Sheriff's closest kin was concerned, and rightfully so. Locksley had continued to pillage and steal from Nottingham, all the while gathering up a small army prepared to fight on the wrong side of justice.

"Apologies, You're quite right. We need to stop this bastard immediately. I refuse to allow him to continue stealing gold from my pocket. It's time we set a trap for the fiend. Help me contact the Celts. We can hire them for assistance".

Guy nodded his head in agreement as they continued to plot their battle.

XOX

Marian walked back through the castle with Sarah. She had asked to have a private word with her friend, but truthfully she was a bit hesitant. She had many licentious questions to ask but wasn't sure how to begin, or if Sarah would even be able to assist. She rehearsed her conversation in her head as they trekked through the castle. Sarah pushed open her door and ushered Marian inside.

"Well, out with it then. If you continue to chew on your lip like that, your husband won't have anything to latch onto," she teased. Marian's face flushed but was thankful for the seamless transition.

"Actually, Sarah. That's what I wish to discuss".

"Oh?"

Marian nodded, building up her courage. "I don't really know how to start this conversation but... how versed are you in... well, in carnal knowledge?"

Sarah's eyes grew as large as saucers, her own face was tinged pink. "Well, Milady, I suppose that would depend on what sorts of questions you have. Although to be perfectly transparent, you seemed to have all the fundamental knowledge needed for last night".

Marian smiled. "Yes, that's true. Last night was... an eye opener".

That's putting it mildly, thought Sarah.

"But... I think my husband has... other needs, other... scenarios, I suppose, that he wishes to act on... and truthfully, I'm more than willing. But, I know the laws and I'm well versed in the Bible. These urges seem to go against everything I've come to know".

Sarah contemplated what she could mean. She had witnessed a fair amount of passion between the couple over the past few months; not to mention their bedding ceremony and whatever they were up to prior to breakfast. The whole castle heard her dulcet cries of passion and the man's feral growl; it was no surprise that her virginal lady had married an experienced man.

"Well, I suppose the proper response for a woman in my position would be to tell you to consult the priest and to only perform that which is necessary to produce an heir," Sarah watched Marian's face become crestfallen in her disappointment.

"However, Milady...you must remember who your husband is. He is the law of the land. So, it would be my understanding that he would be the one to punish any salacious behavior". Marian continued to look confused. Rolling her eyes, Sarah continued, "meaning no one is going to have you arrested or imprisoned. Your husband is the one who would be called upon to do so. You are safe, Milady. I, however, am more than willing to hear of your... nocturnal plights" she winked.

Marion inhaled and released the air slowly, finally relaxed. She didn't realize her level of fear until that moment when Sarah gave her the permission she evidently was seeking. The women continued to gossip and giggle through the remainder of the evening.

XOX

Marian entered her chambers after dinner, eager to seek out her husband. He had been in conference all morning and afternoon with Guy and she found she missed him terribly.

"George? Love, are you in here?" She glanced around the quiet room. She stepped deeper into their chambers, walking towards the bed. She gasped in surprise when she felt something grab hold of her wrist. George spun her around and pushed her onto their bed.

"What are you doing in my chambers, Wench?" George snarled as Marian clambered deeper into the bed.

"George, it's me," Marian remarked, brows furrowed in concern.

"Mmm I think not. I only see a wanton little wench coming to seek out her own pleasure within my chambers. Well I hate to inform you, but I am a married man". Marian smiled, now familiar with his game, she was willing to play along.

George climbed into the bed after her, slowly crawling closer until he was nestled between her legs.

"I'm sorry Milord. It's true, I am unsatisfied with my current duties and I was hoping you could find me a new occupation to bide my time. I'm willing to serve you in whatever ways you see fit".

"Hmm, any way I see fit, is it? I have just the task for you. I must warn you," the Sheriff leaned down to kiss each covered hip bone before raising his head once more to look her in the eye. "You must remain quiet, I cannot risk my wife discovering us. If you make a noise, I fear I must use the lash on you. Do you understand my terms?"

"Y-yes Milord. I'm yours to do as you please". George growled as he allowed his hands to run over her corset. Reaching up, he quickly untied the strings and pulled open her top, sucking his bottom lip as he eyed with her linen chemise. He leaned forward and nipped at the curves of her milky breasts, thriving on her gentle mewles of passion.

"Mmm you are behaving so well, my little Wench. Let's see if you continue to hold your tongue as I free you from the remainder of your clothing".

George gathered the fabric of her skirt in his hand and tugged roughly, freeing her from the fabric. He looked at her hungrily. "You look so delicious, Wench. I think I should prefer to restrain you for our coupling," he teased. He towered above her, Marian's body rested between his knees. As George reached up to grab her hands, she panicked.

"Wait! George, please... Can we stop?" She begged. George sat back on his heels, confusion and worry etched on his face.

"What's wrong, my love? It's just a game," he responded. He palmed her cheek and felt relief when she leaned into his touch. She slid back in the bed, resting against the headboard and clutching a pillow over her bust. She felt awkward being in such a state of undress when not in the throws of passion.

"I know it's a game. It's just... well I had even spoken to Sarah about this earlier..." George nodded his head in encouragement for her to continue. "It's just... I know I shouldn't be having these feelings. I know they are wrong and yet I can't help but feel them. I do not wish to ruin your name or destroy my own chance at a happy afterlife. I'm just so fearful," she began to cry.

George had moved to sit beside her at the head of the bed. He encouraged her to lay her head in his lap, as he carded his fingers through her hair. "What feelings, Wife? What are you afraid of?". She sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand to stop it dripping.

"I know I shouldn't desire you as much as I do. I know it's wrong. I know we are only meant to be together as needed for procreation. But the truth is, I don't wish to bear a child right now. I don't wish to do anything but lie on your bed all day and commit horrible sins with you. I feel so guilty and... and whorish".

"Shhh, Love, shhhh". The sheriff moved his hand to her upper back, tracing patterns along her spine as she let out quivering breaths. He enjoyed the little moans she let pass her lips as he caressed her. "First of all, you are not a whore. That was a game, a role, that I was asking of you. Perhaps it is too soon for such games; I forget your innocence at times," he offered a small smile. "Secondly, there is no one here to report our bedding schedule. Even if there was...I'm the law of the land. I certainly won't imprison you... unless that is a game you wish to play," he smirked and winked at his blushing wife.

"I guess that's part of it as well, George. You are so well versed in these things. I know only what you've taught me. How am I to compete with your past? I do not wish to have you seek out pleasure elsewhere due to my inept abilities". She started crying again. George suddenly felt a pang of guilt for his game, he obviously hadn't met to upset Marian.

"Love, listen to me. I love your purity. The thought of another man touching you or even thinking about you makes me feel murderous. You're mine. And I wouldn't want you any other way. We don't have to play games if you don't wish; but keep in mind, wife - I know what goes on behind those dark eyes of yours. I know what you desire and I wish to give it to you if you'll let me".

Marian was starting to relax. George was right. He was the law. If he said it was ok, it was. Besides, if the Lord made their bodies feel this good while writhing against one another, obviously he had meant for sex to be pleasurable and performed often, right?

George smirked as he watched his wife's expression darken. Oh yes, my little nymph. Let's play.

"Mmm, is my Wench back and ready to play?"

"Yes, My Lord. I'll do whatever it takes to get reassigned to your care". George had to stifle a laugh at her acting skills but was pleased she was so participatory.

"I'm sure, Wench, at some point you will come to regret giving me such liberties. But for the time being, let's put your beautiful little lips to work, hmm? Come, kneel in front of me". Marian lifted her head off his lap before repositioning herself into a low kneel between his legs. She obediently awaited his next instructions. George smirked before cupping her jaw in his hand, forcing her eyes to meet his. "Tell me to stop, Love, if it's too much," he whispered to her before allowing his eyes to darken with his desire for her. He sat up straighter, resting his arms behind his head as he looked down his regal nose at his pretend-whore. He had his legs crossed at the ankle and stared at her. "Well? It's not going to lick itself, Wench".

"Sir?"

"I Do. Not. Repeat myself," he muttered darkly. "Suck. Wench". He reached up and grabbed her hair roughly, pressing her cheek to his clothed thigh. He watched her reactions closely to make sure she wasn't uncomfortable. "I can smell you from here, you dirty little thing. You want this as much as I do". He smacked her bottom and told her to get on with it. She looked to her husband with a prideful smirk of her own before tucking her thumbs into his waistband to pull his trousers off. His hardened cock sprung out wistfully, begging for her attention.

Marian reached out to grasp his cock, her delicate hand unable to encircle his entire girth. She was still astonished with how something so hard could feel like warm velvet. She couldn't prevent herself from brushing his dripping head against her cheek, nuzzling him like a cat. The dominant man tugged on her hair, "no teasing," he warned. Marian couldn't help but smile. She wanted to drive him as crazy as he made her, she wanted to drag this out. Without breaking eye contact, her warm tongue snuck out between her lips and licked the notch below his head, his most sensitive area. George tightened his thighs as he attempted to hold off his own release. He was shocked how quickly his resolve would crumble around this woman.

"Your mouth feels so good Wench," he grunted as he allowed his hips to thrust into her. He waited for her to take his length as deep as she could before he thrust harder, at the same time he pushed her head down and held her there. This would be her first lesson in breath control. "Let's see how long you can hold your breath, hm? Stay calm, I'll let you breathe...eventually," he laughed darkly as he watched the spit fall from her mouth over his length as she struggled to breathe. He let her go, her head quickly rising to try to catch her breath. She had tears in her eyes but didn't appear scared. Instead, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then looked him in the eye and whispered, "again".

Marian worked her way up to about 30 seconds with her breath control before she finally tapped his leg. "Please sir, I need to rest my jaw and throat". He caresses her face, too lovingly for the scene they were currently playing out. "Yes, Wench. I believe you have earned yourself a reward. Take off your gown and lie on your back for me".

Marian did as instructed. As she laid back, she watched as her husband rose from the bed, stripping off the remainder of his clothes as well. His cock stood proudly, glistening with her own saliva. She was mesmerized with how it bounced as he walked towards his windows. George untied the ropes that were keeping the drapes open, allowing them close, darkening the room. The only light was from the flickering fire as he returned to the bed.

"I should commission a painting of you like this love, your beauty knows no bounds," he was looking at her hungrily as he climbed onto the bed.

"I thought I was a Wench?"

"No. I want to fuck my wife now," Marian's eyebrows rose at his vulgar tongue. "And for what I crave to do, I need your trust - Whores don't trust, they just do as they are told". Marian nibbled on her lower lip as she watched him close in on her. He lowered his head, licking her neck before biting down hard. She gasped and moaned; he knew there was a fine line between pleasure and pain and he wanted to teach her how wonderful it could be.

"I trust you, George," she groaned as his wicked tongue lapped over the bruise he had just caused.

"Mm," he answered. She was unable to keep still, constantly running her hands over his skin or trying to pull him onto her. "Needy little thing, aren't you? Don't worry, I have just the thing for you". George grabbed the ropes he kept from the drapes and tied her hands to the headboard. Marian dropped her head back and wiggled, trying to get free.

"I'd ask if you liked being tied and at my mercy, but it appears you have made a puddle on our bed". George took two long fingers and ran them through her cleft, collecting her arousal before bringing his fingers to his lips for a taste. "Completely sodden, my love, and delicious. I'm going to like taking your pleasure from you I think". George lowered his face to her sex. Inhaling deeply, he began to lap up her arousal as he slowly inserted a digit. He turned his hand, searching for the rough area that would bring her the most pleasure. He curled his finger inside her, adding another once he felt she was ready. He slowly continued to stretch her as she keener beneath him.

"Please sir! Unite me, please!".

"Why should I?" He mumbled - his tongue was too busy to speak as he drew figure 8s over her clitoris with it.

"Oh, God. GEORGE!" She cried out as his skilled fingers and tongue brought her over the edge. He worked her through her orgasm, not allowing her to rest.

"Another, Love, give me another..." he delved back between her thighs. He allowed his fingers to rub her bundle of nerves as his tongue penetrated her this time. It felt amazing to her; not as good as his cock, but this pleasure was a completely different beast anyway. He slowed his hand, applying more pressure to make up for the slower pace.

"George, please, let me touch you," she begged.

"Mm-mm," he grunted angrily as he continued to devour her, his fingers gripping onto her thighs possessively. No doubt she'd have bruises tomorrow but he couldn't care today. He pressed his face in further, kissing her sex and sucking on her lower lips. He released her, just to go back again. He latched onto her clit, sucking hard and moving his head back and forth ravenously.

"George! I can't.. no more, please..."

He stopped long enough to raise his head to look upon her beautifully flushed skin. She had worked up a sweat and her skin glistened under the light of the fire. "How can I deny you, when you beg so beautifully? Tell me what you want and you shall have it".

She turned her head into her shoulder, trying to hide her embarrassment. He laughed as he awaited her response. He continued to tease her skin as he traced his fingers up her body.

"Ugh," she groaned. "I can't. It's too embarrassing"

"You can, and you will". His fingers had made it to her breasts and were kneading them softly.

"I... I want you," she whispered. George slithered his tongue up her ribs and stopped when he reached her breasts. He palmed her chest, rubbing his thumbs across her nipples as he pressed them together, enjoying the increase of cleavage he had created.

"Mm darling, you can do better than that". George licked her nipples, alternating between flat licks and quick, stiff ones. He made sure to spend an equal amount of time on each breast, he didn't want one to feel less loved, after all.

"Oh, God. Ok. I.. I need your.. mmm. Oh, just fuck me already!" Her husband couldn't fight the guffaw that spilled out.

"Ohhhh yes, Love... if you're going to ask like that..."

Her husband reached between their bodies, aligning himself with her entrance before plunging inside. She gripped the ropes, enjoying the burning feeling from her binds as well as the delicious stretch his cock was causing.

George continued to thrust roughly into her; Marian raising her hips to meet him. Unable to keep up his brutal pace, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with her change in angle.

"Ahhh, Darling, I'm close," she pleaded.

"Yes, Love. Come with me...come now". The couple picked up their pace until she toppled over the edge, crying his name as she brought him his own pleasure. Exhausted and sweaty, the couple remained joined until he slipped from inside her. He reached up and untied her wrists, kissing and rubbing her reddened skin.

"George?". He raised an eyebrow at her timid voice. "Is there something wrong with us?". He stiffened underneath her.

"Why would you say that?"

"I really liked it rough like this. Surely this isn't typical...?"

"Does it matter? I take great pleasure in your body, and you with mine. That is all that matters, is it not? Besides of course, my love for your soul and mind..." he kissed the top of her head as the snuggled closer.

"I suppose. I just feel so... naughty. But In a good way". George smirked as he continued petting her head.

"Oh, love. If it makes you feel better... We can play priest and naughty perisher next time. Or I can tie you up in my dungeon while you beg for forgiveness..." her breathing increased as her mind wandered off. That night she dreamed of dungeon punishments and benevolent priests.