TW: Public Sex/Voyeur/Exhibitionism

George and Guy had been spending every moment of everyday plotting the war against Robin Hood, stopping only to eat and occasionally sleep. George missed his wife. They had only been married for a few weeks and already their sex life had dropped off. It wasn't either of their faults... they both continued to crave each other, the timing just never seemed to work out. They'd be able to steal a few kisses in the hallway of course, perhaps some heavy petting under the table during a meal if they were really lucky, but by the time George was prepared to retire for the evening, his beautiful wife was fast asleep. Some nights, he'd wake her up with his tongue or nimble fingers, other times she looked too peaceful and beautiful to awaken - those nights, his cock loudly protested.

It had been almost a week since they had fully been together last. He was craving her and sure she was craving him back. He struggled to pay attention during his morning gathering of troops.

"What say you, Cousin?" questioned Guy.

"I say I'm bloody well tired of this satanic heathen. We need to strike before there isn't anything left of Nottingham to protect!"

Cheers and positive grumbling echoed throughout the room as his men all agreed with his frustration.

"I say we finish this once and for all. I've decided to hire thugs - the Celts. We will continue to seek out their little hideaway and use the Celts as the first string. Then, once they falsely feel they are successful, my English knights will move in for the kill."

"Hear, Hear!" Exclaimed the men as they pounded their fists on the table. He proudly stood and promenaded around the room as he continued to speak.

"I want Locksley... alive," he growled. "I want all his stupid little friends alive as well... save the women and children, of course... we could use that as a bargaining tool if need be. Smoke them out... just ensure there are no casualties". He paused, dramatically. It was something he enjoyed doing as he spoke. He knew it would gather everyone's attention as they anxiously awaited his next phrase.

"You!" he barked as he pointed his finger towards a nameless, faceless soldier. "Run off with Sir Guy and two others. Offer the Celts the gold and discuss our deal with them. If they agree, they are to ride back with you at once". The men all nodded in understanding.

"Cousin, I'm off to check out our arsenal. Care to join?". Sir Guy nodded as he rose from his chair and exited with the Sheriff. The knights all filed out to complete the tasks they had been required to complete.

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"I hate this whole bloody thing. All I ask is for a bit of peace and quiet with my new wife. But instead, my people, staff, and own bloody family are being punished for one man's ire". The sheriff stomped down the stone stairs towards the armory, Guy close behind.

"I know, Cousin... I know," he tried to soothe. "It'll be over soon, I swear it. George scoffed at Guy's pathetic attempt but quickly found himself distracted at the blacksmiths frantically working.

As soon as George had recovered from his near-fatal wound that Robin so generously gave him, the Sheriff had mounted an army. He had hired every blacksmith in the county and held them within the castle so they could make swords and armour around the clock. When it came to protecting his wife and their citizens, his ambition knew no bounds.

George had selected a broad sword that was placed on a rack beside dozens of other, nearly identical blades. He beautifully wielded the sword, twirling and flourishing the heavy blade in demonstration of his supreme skill.

"Hmm. Spanish steal," he complimented as he replaced the sword. "Much stronger than our native blades". He cleared his throat as he moved on to another style of blade. He fingered the steel mindlessly while his cousin attempted to engage him in conversation.

"Tell me, Cousin, do you think we will be successful? We have lost so many men, and truth be told, I fear I am next to fall onto the Cretin's sword. He has sought me out several times now, I know I must have a large target on my back". In an uncharacteristic gesture, Guy pinched the bridge of his nose and allowed some tears to fall. Apparently, while George was distracted - between healing and marrying - Guy had undertaken a large burden, much larger than the Sheriff had been aware of.

"I tried...I really tried," he wept.

George pulled his cousin into an embrace, patting his back in support. "Cousin...we must be strong! We can't allow an outlaw to make fools of us. We will come out on top, fear not". Guy ran his palm over his face and calmed himself before nodding in agreement. The men continued to test the steel and converse about their plans.

Guy took his leave, satisfied with their plan, to gather his troops to head out to hire the Celts. George strode over to one of his blacksmiths once he was sure he was alone. He would commission a very special piece of equipment that he hoped his wife would enjoy after this war was over.

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Robin was having equal parts success and failure raising his own army. He had successfully taken in dozens of new people, mostly women and children, when the Sheriff had raided towns looking for him. The citizens were mostly kin of the woodsmen and were willing to provide Robin with ample information in exchange for food and shelter. After a few weeks of success, another swarm of people entered the woods.

"What's happened?" exclaimed Will Scarlett as he watched the worn out and injured people arrive.

"They've burned the village, all of it!" explained one man.

"Where is this 'Robin Hood'," barked another.

Will turned towards Robin, the anger behind his glare would have affected a lesser man, but Robin was too arrogant to notice. "He's there," reported Will as he pointed towards a large log from which Robin was perched. A man held up his bloodied son as he yelled to Robin.

"Look! Look at what they've done!" he cried.

"This is Nottingham trying to divide us," Robin replied coolly.

"We are divided, rich boy," responded Will. "I'm not as blind as that old man over there. You're still trying to be lord of the manor. I heard today that the Sheriff values your neck at 500 gold pieces. I say we take him in!"

Robin raised his eyebrows in approval at his current value. Still, it could be a bit more if he continued on. Hopping down off the log, Robin paced around the semicircle of people that had gathered from Will's shouting. "What makes you think the Sheriff will return everything after I'm gone?"

"They will give us the reward and our pardons," Will stated firmly.

Robin guffawed. "Wrong! He'll stretch your necks one by one. He doesn't care about any of you - not like I do. I have sheltered you, fed you, bled for you. The sheriff is tainting your minds. Only if you stick with me will you remain safe".

"What will you have us do? We are mostly farmers - do you want us to fight men on horseback with rocks and our bare hands?" the younger man scoffed.

"If it needs to be. But you, Will, are missing the true weapon - that of courage". Robin turned to walk away. At that moment, Will had pulled out a dagger, lining up the blade to be thrown at Robin's back. Wulf, a young lad of only about 10, yelled to Robin causing him to turn quickly. He aligned an arrow with his bow and hastily shot through Will's hand. The younger man clutched his bloody hand and ran off.

Robin turned, thanking Wulf for the warning. Once again, he walked around the gathering of people as he preached. "Do you wish to end this? Do you want to go home?" he paused for the crowd to murmur amongst themselves. "Then we must stop fighting amongst ourselves! I, for one, would rather die than spend my life in hiding. The Sheriff calls us outlaws...but I say we are free! And one free man fighting to defend his home is more powerful than ten hired soldiers - the Crusades taught me that. I will help train everyone to fight - to battle the Sheriff and his men to the death if need be. The forest will provide us all we will need. It's time to take back what is ours!"

Robin had his men training in the proper forms to take during battle. He had helped them learn how to make weapons and armour, learned the act of subterfuge, all the while stealing from Nottingham's pockets at every opportunity.

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The Sheriff's loyal citizens were fearful of the highwayman anytime they had to leave their house and George found himself struggling to keep them all safe. He hoped his cousin would return home soon with the good news regarding the celts.

With nothing left to do but sit and wait, he headed out to the balcony where he had first met his wife, seeking some fresh air. He reminisced about their first meeting and how beautiful she was. He couldn't believe he finally had her all to himself. Spinning on his heel, he strode off to find her.

He searched frantically for her, his cloak billowing behind him as he marched with purpose. She had to be close by, why did the castle have to be so bloody large? Then he heard the dulcet tones of his lovely wife speaking to Sarah in her old chambers. He turned down the corridor and leaned against the door frame, keen to simply watch his wife.

"I don't think it would be an issue, Sarah. I want to visit and just look over things," Marian whined.

"Milady..." Sarah started, "if I don't think it's safe, what makes you think your husband will acquiesce?"

George cleared his throat, drawing his wife's attention to his lean body that was casually resting against the door frame. His arms were crossed over his chest and his legs crossed at the ankle. Her lips parted as she took in the sight. It had been so long since she felt his body.

"Ahem. What is this I hear, wife? What is it that you wish to do?"

"I hardly think that it matters now," she responded cheekily as her eyes roamed over his body again, even slower this time.

George straightened up, his body reacting to her obvious arousal. Her sensuous body language flared his own lustful nature and he had to hold back a growl. "Thank you, Sarah, that will be all. Milady," he turned to his wife and held out his hand. "I believe it is time for us to retire for the evening". Marian grinned at her friend before scurrying towards her husband.

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George enclosed his wife's delicate hand with his own. Bending down, he pulled her hand to his lips for a chaste kiss. He allowed the tip of his tongue to peek through his lips, allowing for a small taste of her skin. Marian shivered with the agonizing pleasure. It had been entirely too long for the both of them.

George winked at Sarah before returning his eyes to his wife's. He straightened his spine, standing to his full, intimidating height. Looking down his nose at Marian, his eyes roamed her features. With haste, he spun around and pulled his wife behind him towards their shared chambers. Marian yelped when her arm was pulled, willing her mind to allow her body to catch up.

He pushed open the door and pulled her inside, kicking the heavy oak door closed with a loud slam. "Alone at last, Milady," he purred. "Come, sit with me. I need to worship every inch of your body. I've been deprived of your love for too long".

"Oh, George," she pleaded, "Please! Take me hard and with haste... I can't wait any longer".

"Oh, no" he laughed. "If I take you the way you ask, it'll be over too soon. I wish to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening inside you". He reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. "Come love, let's get into bed".

She mindlessly followed her husband. When he spoke to her in his deep baritone, there was no way she could resist. She knew she'd do anything he asked of her anytime he turned on his charm.

She crawled into bed, as seductively as possible, which was a feat in and of itself. She quickly made her way to the center of the bed and leaned against the pillows. Her husband watched from the foot of the bed as she frantically worked the laces of her corset and shoved her skirts down. She tossed both aside, leaving her in only her chemise.

With a satisfied sigh, George quickly shed his own layers, leaving himself bare. He crawled into bed and towards his wife. She found him primal and predatory, observing how his muscles rippled beneath his pale skin, his shoulders and biceps bulging as he pulled himself closer to her. Reaching out, he wrapped his hands around her ankles and pulled quickly. Marian yelped as she was flattened on the bed beneath him.

"You look radiant, wife". He bit his bottom lip as his eyes softened. She smiled senselessly. It seems her mind was bewitched; she was unable to think or act consciously; she could only do what her husband asked or required of her.

His erection brushed against her thigh as he lowered himself on top of her. She was still so impressed at how soft the skin felt on his organ. She raked her nails across his back and up to his scalp, tugging on his hair as he began to kiss her.

At first, his lips brushed against hers; it was a tease - a tickle of the pressure and power she knew his wonderful lips were capable of producing. He rubbed his nose against hers as the kiss deepened. With a whine, she parted her lips to allow his tongue to penetrate her. She closed her eyes and sighed.

Finally.

They had wanted each other for so long, neither one of them was sure how much longer they could abstain. Truthfully, George had fantasized about taking his arm across the breakfast table, tossing the food on the floor and ravishing her right there. He knew the little concubine would have enjoyed it.

But this was better. They never joined slowly and passionately. His own ardor often took on a more domineering role. This would be a nice change for his woman. Slowly, he stopped his kiss. Looking down at his beautifully flushed wife, he grinned. Surely, he didn't deserve to be this happy.

He nudged her head aside, revealing her pale throat to his hungry eyes. His nature couldn't hold back, for as much as he longed to take his time, her racing heart could be seen thumping through her arteries with her head positioned like this. He lowered his head and nipped at her throat. He alternated between wet kisses and languorous licks as he made his way down to the fleshy spot where her neck met her shoulder. He sunk his teeth into her, causing just a twinge of pain before licking it away. He sucked at that sweet spot until a bruise formed.

His wife keened and whimpered and writhed beneath him. She didn't want to keep waiting for his talented cock to take over. Not that she wasn't enjoying his mouth, she was... it just wasn't enough. Her womanhood was screaming for attention, and she was becoming more and more impatient.

She wove her fingers in his sable hair and tugged. Her husband hissed as he lifted his head away. Smirking, he raised an eyebrow at her as he ignored her nonverbal pleading.

"Something vexes thee?" He asked cheekily.

"You evil, evil man. Stop making me wait! I need you! Please... don't make me beg".

"But you look so beautiful when you beg on your knees, wife," he teased.

"George!" She pouted, trying to convince him to move further south. With a laugh, he agreed. He loosened the strings to her chemise, allowing the neckline to open wide. The thin material was slid off to the side, exposing her breast and shoulder to him. He kissed his way down her shoulder and over to the top of her breast. He ran his tongue over her skin, getting closer to her nipple with each pass. But he wouldn't touch her there. He was determined to give her as much pleasure as she could handle.

She arched her back. A feeble attempt to get his tongue to slip over her pebbled nipple. Shaking his head in mock annoyance, he continued his performance. He moved over to her other side, tugging her clothing a bit too roughly causing a tear. The action caused his wife to spring into action, attempting to take control. But her husband wouldn't allow it. He sat up straight, grabbing both wrists and pinning her arms beside her head.

"No, no, no," he chastised. "I told you I'd worship you and I meant it. Do not attempt to take control again or your bottom will regret it". Her heart rate doubled at his threat. Oh, how she wished he'd spank her now. Anything to get rid of her tension. She felt as if she was being tortured.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth, suckling hard enough to elicit a gasp. He moved back and forth between her breasts, allowing for equal attention. It appeared that Marian had learned her lesson. She quieted down, her eyes closed, and relished his actions. Once she gave up control, she enjoyed the journey more.

He gathered her fabric in his hands, pushing it above her waist so her sex was on display. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. Her own nectar had soaked her downy curls; his cock throbbed with anticipation.

He dipped a finger between her folds, gathering her arousal before bringing it to his lips. "Delightful," he complimented as he tasted her. "Look how ready your body is for me. Wasn't it worth the wait?"

She nodded in response; her brain had shut off again. He took his length and rubbed it against her sex, allowing his tip to graze her pearl. His wife arched in response, forcing his cock to slide inside effortlessly.

"Yesssssss!" His wife whimpered with her overwhelming sense of pleasure. Her nails scraped across his back, drawing deep red lines into him as she moaned in pleasure.

George grunted as he thrust inside her, slowly rolling his hips to take his time. "I wanted to draw this out longer, wife. But as usual, you crumble any resolve I have". George continued his slow pace, Marian desperately raising her hips to meet his own. He shifted his position slightly to allow his cock to bump against that spot that drove her wild. His lips met with hers again, kissing her deeply while their bodies performed the oldest ritual in human existence.

He felt his own release building, his bollocks were rising fast, and his spine was tingling. Refusing to take his pleasure before his wife's, he reached between their joined bodies and massaged her clit, softly at first but gradually increasing in speed and pressure. She dug her heels into the mattress, lifting her hips to allow her husband to penetrate deeper. His dexterous fingers had her finding her release quickly. She screamed his name as she tumbled over the ledge, he had spent so much time building; George fell over right behind her. Panting heavily, he dismounted and pulled Marian over with him so she could rest her head on his chest. She ran her hand over his core, enjoying the feeling of his muscles coated in a thin layer of sweat.

Her husband relaxed under her thoughtful touch. His own hand ran up and down her spine until they both fondly fell asleep.

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George slowly allowed his eyes to open. He was hoping his little afternoon delight wasn't a dream. Based on the soft little snores to his right, he knew it was a reality. He took the time to look at her, beautifully rumpled from both sleep and sex. It wasn't often he could look upon his wife's naked body leisurely. She always slept in some sort of clothing, fearful of being caught by someone. George assumed his wife got hot during her nap; he was sure he left her chemise on. Or did he rip it off? He couldn't remember, and frankly didn't care.

He rolled over, spooning his own naked body around hers. Her bottom nestled perfectly against his hardened cock. His body was ready for round two, unsure of when they'd get the chance to copulate again. He kissed his wife's back and shoulders as he reached between her legs to find her own body prepared for him.

Succubus.

He threw the bed covers off, wanting to see her fully. She roused slightly, parting her legs to allow his fingers to dip inside, stretching her as only he knew how. She arched back against him, his cock springing into action. He quickly guided himself inside her, thrusting lazily. She sighed happily as she allowed his hands to caress her breasts, plucking her nipples until they stiffened beneath his fingers.

She pushed back against him every time he surged forward, enjoying the fullness he made her feel. He hugged her tightly as his hip started to pick up their pace. She bit her lip and leaned back into him. She gathered her unkempt hair and pulled it away, exposing her neck to him again, she decided she enjoyed his love bites and wanted more. He took the hint and latched onto her throat, biting hard and licking the sting away. She felt her own climax building.

Just a little more, love...

The door burst open, Sir Guy panting as he obviously ran straight to his rooms. Marian screamed, trying desperately to find something to cover herself with. She successfully grabbed the sheet and covered her breasts. George snickered as he continued thrusting inside her.

"Who told you to cover up?" He scolded as he removed the sheet. Marian moaned as he continued to move inside her. George knew she might wish to act like a lady... but she was far from it, and definitely harbored exhibitionist tendencies.

Guy stood, gawking in the doorway at the couple. George smirked as he upped the pace, snapping his hips into her so her perfect breasts bounced and rippled for his cousin.

"Hello, Cousin," he grunted. "To what do we owe this interruption? Good news I hope," his continued panting was the only thing that gave away what the couple was doing should anyone else overhear. The man continued to stand there, completely paralyzed.

"For God's sake man, close the damn door". Guy snapped out of his trance and closed the door. Once he was sure his wife was good and humiliated, he allowed her to roll onto her back and covered themselves with the sheet. His thrusting resumed immediately.

"You don't mind, do you, Cousin? I'm not sure when I'll get such an opportunity again," George stated genuinely. He really didn't want to stop, couldn't stop... they were at war and who knew what the future held.

Guy cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Not at all... don't let me keep you. I just... wanted... to... uh..."

"Focus or get out," the Sheriff demanded from between his wife's breasts.

"Right. Apologies. I just wanted to let you know the Celts are on board and the plan will be followed through".

"Perfect. Go on then, get out... use the mistress's door behind the tapestry there". George's usually strong voice was starting to shake, his own climax approaching quickly... too quickly. As soon as he heard the door shut, he pulled out of his wife, and quickly flipped her over onto her belly. He grabbed her by her hips, arching her back as he slid his leaking member back into her. He reached around to find her sensitive nub and rubbed as if his life depended on it. He was so much deeper at this angle, his wife's tight walls welcoming his intrusion. He felt her quiver and screamed out her release as he felt his own body succumb. He collapsed beside her, pulling her body close to his as they caressed each other.

After a few minutes, George sniffed and stretched the sleep away. "So... wife..." he started as he sat up against the headboard. "What were you and Sarah talking about? What sort of trouble are you going to get yourself into?"

Marian laughed as she rested her head in his lap, running her hands over his thighs. "I just wanted to go back to the Dubois castle to check on things. I miss some of the people there and wanted to make sure they were being taken care of".

"You are too sweet of a woman, my love. I can have some men sent over to check but it's no longer safe for you to leave the castle. Please, respect my wishes on this".

Marian nodded her head, if only to just calm his nerves. She'd take Sarah with her tomorrow. She knew her husband was just being protective; she doubted any trouble would come to her.

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