Robyn of Sherwood Pt. 01

The first rays of sunlight had just begun to pluck at the edge of nights inky darkness as Marian Fitzwalter gently closed the door. The small village was still, not even the maid who milked the cows was awake yet. Marian lifted her hood up over her blond hair, then retrieved the basket she had hidden in one of the bushes the afternoon before.

Quietly she crept past houses, lest she rouse their sleeping inhabitants. Her father had spent the night in Nottingham on business, which had allowed Marian to sneak out of the house. But if any of his tenants were to see their Lord's daughter sneaking away at the break of dawn, then it would surely get back to her father. That would lead to awkward questions. Questions which Marian couldn't answer.

As the sun began to rise on the horizon Marian trudged across the open fields, the hem of her cloak and dress were wet with dew. It would have been far easier and quicker to have ridden, but there was no way that she could have sneaked out of the village on horseback. Besides a horse would have betrayed her noble status to any passer by, and Marian could not risk being discovered. As she wondered through the fields, basket in hand, the casual observer would only see a woman from the village going to collect herbs or mushrooms.

Eventually the trees of Sherwood forest appeared in the distance. Marian's heart leapt at the very sight of them, it wouldn't be much longer now.

To a passing traveller one tree in this forest would have seemed like any other, yet Marian didn't break her stride as she reached the forests edge. She had trod this path enough times to know her way almost instinctively.

As she weaved in and out of the trees, Marian couldn't help but think how much everything had changed. The first time she had come hear, months before, it had been autumn, and the forest floor had been a sea of brown and orange leaves that had crunched beneath her horses hooves as she rode.

Autumn had given way to winter, the trees standing as dark sentinels against the pure white snow. Marian had had to battle winds and snow drifts to make it this far.

But now the trees basked in the spring sunshine, their great green leaves unfurling as blue bells sprung up among their roots. It suddenly all seemed so alive.

Nor was it just the forest that had changed. Marian could scarcely recognise that women who had ridden into the forest what seemed like a life time ago. She had been terrified the first time she had set foot in this place. She had heard the rumours of the outlaws who lived her, that it was not safe for noble folk to tread its paths. Had it not been for that sudden thunder storm, and her horse bolting, carrying her into the forest, the woman she was would never have dared venture in. Now it called to her with a song as sweet as a morning lark.

"Good Morning Mistress Fitzwalter" A jovial voice called out to her from among the trees.

Marian jumped with fright, "Dear God Will! You scared me half to death!"

Will Scarlett emerged from the trees, bow in hand. "Sorry Mistress" he said, though he grinned from ear to ear, pleased that he had been able to sneak up on her.

Marian lowered her hood, revealing her long blond hair. It didn't matter now if she was seen, being seen with a known outlaw would be enough to condemn a noble lady or a peasant girl. Besides, Will's keen ears would hear anybody sneaking up on them.

"How are you Will?" Marian asked the young man.

"I'm well mistress, or as well as any of us can be at any rate." He smiled warmly at her. Though Marian thought there was something fixed about his normally care free grin. Looking at him more closely she noticed that his scarlett coat was frayed at the cuffs and collar, his normally carefully placed hair was tangled and dishevelled.

"Are you sure Will? You don't seem yourself." Marian asked with genuine concern. She was fond of the roguish Master Scarlett. She had always seen him as someone much like herself. Though the young man had never spoken of his childhood, his speech and easy charm spoke of a privileged upbringing. The sword at his waist could have been stolen from a knight, but the skill with with Will wielded spoke of long hours of practice. Like her he had found himself cast out from the world he had known, or had at least fled from it. Yet he had always been cheerful and merry in his new life, a happiness that Marian herself aspired to. But to see him so despondent fuelled her own doubts.

Will smiled "It has been a long winter, that's all. Now that spring is here, our fortunes shall rise."

"I'm sure they will." Marian smiled at him, trying to sound encouraging. She fished inside of her basket "In the meantime perhaps this will help" She offered him an oak cake.

The young man took it gratefully, "Mistress you are an angel sent from heaven!"

Marian laughed "High praise indeed Master Scarlett."

"Well earned Mistress Fiztgerald." He smiled at her knowingly, "but it is not me you have come here to see."

Marian felt herself blush, but Will just smiled kindly at her. "You will find my cousin in camp."

"Thank you Will."

The outlaws camp was another fifteen minuets walk through the increasingly dense forest. Yet even as the path grew more difficult Marian's heart soared.

From deeper in the forest she could make out the sound of voices and laughed. The unmistakable deep boom of Little John's voice echoing beneath the tree tops. Marian headed towards the sound, her heart beating faster in her chest, it wasn't much further now.

Then movement to her right brought her to a stop. A figure appeared from amongst the undergrowth. The figures hood was pulled low, but Marian recognised the green tunic and knee high boots.

"Robyn" Marian breathed the name.

Then the figure was gone, disappearing back into the undergrowth.

"Wait" Marian called "wait!"

She hurried up the slope. She felt suddenly breathless, though whether that was from the sudden of exertion or from the sight of Robyn, she wouldn't have like to guess.

As she reached the top of the slope she caught sight of Robyn again, striding through the trees, cloaking billowing.

Marian pulled up her skirts with her free hand as she hurried after the outlaw. "Robyn, wait!" She called. But Robyn kept walking.

As the trees began to thin, Marian came to a stop. In front of her the forest gave way to a sun drench clearing. It was here that Robyn Hood stood waiting, facing away from Marian, staring up at the sky as though drinking in the sun's warmth.

Marian placed her basket on the ground. She knew this place, knew it well. She and Robyn had been here more then once before. Marian ran her tongue over her bottom lip as snatches of memory raced though her mind. Memories of flesh pressing against flesh, of soft moans of pleasure, of sheer undiluted bliss. Something deep inside Marian squirmed at the very thought of it.

She walked out into the clearing, not saying a words, but then she didn't need to. Nothing moved in Sherwood Forest without Robyn Hood knowing.

"How are things in Nottingham?" The outlaw asked lightly, still facing away from her.

"Tense" Marian relied "the people are angry, but the sheriff's men are everywhere. They are sure that Robyn Hood and his men are getting help from people in town."

Robyn laughed softly. "So he's still sticking to that story then?"

"Apparently the good sheriff can't handle the thought that of being thwarted at every turn by a woman" Marian replied.

The figure lowered her hood and turned to face Marian, revealing a long narrow face with high cheek bones. The hardness of her tanned face tempered by her soft brown eyes and button nose.

Robyn's brown hair brushed the tops of her shoulders as she shook her head "men are such fools. He thinks convincing everyone that Robyn Hood is a man is going to make it easier for them to catch me?"

"The sheriff thinks of nothing but his pride. How can he explain being beaten time and time again by a girl nearly half his age?"

Robyn had never told Marian how old she was, in fact she new remarkable little about the other woman's life before she became Robyn Hood, save that she had been from a good family and that Will Scarlett was her cousin. But she guessed the outlaw must have been in her mid twenties, while Marian herself was only nineteen.

"Because this girl is worth ten of any of his men." Robyn declared grandly.

Marian smiled "you'll hear no argument from me."

For a moment a smile played around the outlaws small mouth, but then her face hardened. "You shouldn't have come here." Robyn scolded her.

"I couldn't keep away. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Marian pleaded, wanting Robyn to understand.

"Nor I you. But it isn't safe, if you should be discovered..."

"That's a risk I'm willing to take." Marian insisted.

"But I'm not." Robyn snapped. Then her tone softened "Your life is too precious to me."

Marian took hold of Robyn's hands, they were small but made rough by hours spent using a bow.

"And your life is precious to me, but would you stop risking it?"

Robyn sighed and shook her head. "You know I can't, the people need Robyn Hood"

"What about me? Do I not need Robyn Hood?" She raised Robyn's hand to her lips, kissing each in turn.

"Marian we can't, we mustn't." Robyn said, though her tone suggested she was trying to convince herself as much as Marian. She certainly made no attempt to retrieve her hands from Marian's grasp.

"That wasn't what you said the first time, when you brought me out here." Marian replied softly. "Do you remember what you said to me?"

"I said that you have the most beautiful lips that I had ever seen, and I could think of nothing but kissing them." Robyn replied wistfully.

"Is that no long true?" Marian asked, pouting slightly.

"Dear God." Robyn moved with lightening speed. One moment her hand's were in Marian's the next they were holding Marian's face as Robyn kissed her. "You know its still true." Robyn told her, as their lips parted, "but I won't risk your life, I can't lose you."

"Then keep me." Marian replied, and she kissed Robyn again, her hands around the outlaws waist.

"Marian.." Robyn began, as the kiss ended.

"Don't" Marian silenced her, "don't say a word." Then bought the silence with a long, passionate kiss.

When their lips finally parted, Marian stepped back away. Robyn Hood, the scourge of Nottingham, who thought nothing of facing down the Sheriff's men, could only stand and watched dazzled by the beauty before her.

Maria pushed the cloak from her shoulders, letting it drop to the forest floor. For a moment she stood there in her long blue dress, letting Robyn image what was going to happen next. But her own longing was too great for her to linger too long. So she pulled the dress up and over her head, throwing it down onto her cloak. As she stood naked in the clearing with the woman she loved, she couldn't help but smile at the look of hunger on Robyn's face. Knowing what Robyn must be imagining now sent a tingle down her spine.

Robyn couldn't get over the sight of Marian. How many time had she seen her like this now? Not enough that was certain. But each time Marian took her breath away, the smoothness of her skin, the curl of her lips as she smiled, the tuft of blond hair surrounding her womanhood, her full, succulent breasts, which swayed slightly as Marian walked back towards her.

"Do you like what you see?" The young noblewoman asked.

"I don't believe what I see" Robyn replied in awe.

"Well here" Marian replied, taking hold of her lover hand "what about now?" She placed Robyn's hand between her breasts, over her beating heart.

Robyn groaned softly, "what are you doing to me woman"

"Nothing" Marian replied, then her soft red lips parted in a mischievous smile "yet."

Robyn bit her lip. Normally she was so in control, filled with fiery determination, but it was moments like this that Marian loved, seeing the woman behind the outlaw.

Robyn's hand was still placed over Marian's heart. She marvelled at how quickly it beat within her young lover's chest, and how soft her skin was beneath Robyn's touch.

She slid her hand further down Marian's chest, tracing a line beneath her bosom, before gently cupping Marian's left breast, feeling it's weight in her hand. Marian moaned softly as Robyn massaged her, the outlaw's thumb tracing small circles around her hardening nipple.

Then she grasped Robyn's wrist, pulling her hand away. "Your overdressed my love."

Robyn said nothing, mutely letting Marian unclasp her cloak, then lift her tunic up and over hear head.

Marian couldn't help by admire her topless lover. The muscles of her stomach were firm from hours of training. There was that same firmness in her arms and shoulder, but where the a man was all hard muscles, Robyn's was a supple strength. Her breasts were small, but Marian could tell her nipples had hardened. The knowledge made her insides clench.

She quickly removed Robyn's boots and hose, until the outlaw was as naked as Marian herself. Marian's eyes roved over her lover. The sight of the smooth mound between Robin's legs still surprised and excited her. Her own womanhood was damp with expectation.

The only blemish on Robyn's otherwise flawless body was a scar ran across her waist just above her right hip, a relic of a fight with the sheriff's men. As Marian traced her finger along its pale length her stomach soured.

Her thoughts must have shown on her face, for Robyn took hold of her hand, pulling it away from her waist. "Don't think about it."

"How can I not?" Marian asked her, "how can I not worry about what could happen?"

"Think about something else." Robyn placed Marian's hand over her right breast.

Marian's breath caught in her chest as she cupped Robyn's small pert breast. She ran her hand over the outlaw's soft skin, her thin pale fingers gently pinching the other woman's swollen nipples. Robyn groaned, her eyes closing, as she let herself slip into the sweet pleasure of it. When she opened them again Marian's pale blue eyes were fixed on her.

"Lie down" Marian ordered, hunger in her voice.

Robyn Hood, so used to standing in the face of authority, obeyed. Her long body laid out on the grass, Robyn blinked up at the silhouette of her lover above her.

Then Marian was swooping down, her lips urgently seeking Robyn's, as Robyn clutched the younger woman to her. Her long legs wrapped around Marian's, long rough fingers gripping the soft flesh of the noblewoman's arse. Marian moaned softly as she kissed Robyn with an intensity born of weeks of longing.

Marian squirmed beneath beneath Robyn's grip, she just need to a little more space to....Robyn groaned against her mouth as Marian's hand founds its way between her legs.

Marian cupped the outlaw's mound, marvelling at the heat of it. She circled her hand against Robyn's womanhood, prompting a low purr of pleasure.

She kissed Robyn's neck, then chest, each of her breasts, just above her naval. Her hand still working between her lovers legs as she kissed her way down Robyn's body.

Finally she rested her cheek against the inside of Robyn's tight, watching with fascination as she ran a finger across the outlaw's pink lips, to the sounds of another low moan.

"Your so beautiful" Marian told her, as she ran a finger down either side of her womanhood, pushing her lips together. Robyn gasped at the unexpected pressure against her clit.

Marian's thin fingers gently eased apart Robyn's puffy lips, and ran a finger only her wet slit, Robyn groaned.

'You like that?" Marian teased.

"mhmm" was the only sound that Robyn could muster

"How about this?" Marian asked, then thrust a longer finger into Robyn's pussy.

"Oh God" Robyn cried out. Her hands gripped the grass as her body tensed.

Marian eased her fingers slowly in and out of Robyn's womanhood. "Does that feel good?" Marian asked softly

"Marian" Robyn murmured, between ragged breaths. She lifted her hips off the ground, raising herself to meet Marian's finger.

Marian rewarded her with a second finger.

"mmmm" Robyn moaned as Marian slowly slid the entire length of her long fingers into her. Gasping as Marian's fingers worked faster, until they were a blur of movement, accompanied by Robyn increasingly loud groans of appreciation.

Suddenly Robyn was pushed herself up from ground. Marian gasped in surprise as Robyn sent her tumbling back on the grass.

"What.." Marian began. But then Robyn was above her, blocking out the sunlight as she straddled the younger woman, and it became obvious what Robyn wanted.

Well who was she to deny the people's champion? She opened her mouth, as Robyn lowered herself into the noblewoman's embrace. The outlaw grasped as Marian's tongue ran across her hot mound.

It felt so good. Robyn's hands were kneading her own breasts, tugging at her nipples as Marian's tongue lapped hungrily between her legs.

The outlaws back arched as Marian's tongue found her swollen clit. "Right there" she moaned "oh God, don't stop."

Marian gripped Robyn's hips, her tongue gently teasing the older woman's swollen bud.

Robyn ground down onto Marian's eager mouth, squirming with delight.

"Now" she cried, "oh god now." She threw her head back as her orgasm burnt hot through her veins, screaming her delight for the whole forest to hear.

She flopped down on the grass next to Marian, her head was spinning as she gasped her air, her whole body tingling. Marian rolled onto her siding, watching the outlaw's small breasts rise and fall as she fought to regain her breath.

"Enjoy that?" Marian asked.

"Very much" Robyn laughed, a genuine, care free laugh. The sound was music to Marian's ears, all to often Robyn was the weary outlaw, she missed Robyn the woman. "Sorry, I got a bit carried away."

"Its fine. More than fine, I enjoyed it." Marian told her.

"Really?" Robyn asked.

"Really. The fearsome Robyn Hood having her wicked way with me. It was very..." Marian paused, searching for the right word, "erotic."

Robyn rolled over onto her side, so that she was facing Marian.

"Erotic?" She asked, a small smile on her lips.

"Very" Marian insisted "I loved you taking charge of me, making me please you with me tongue." She knew that repeating the details would get Robyn's blooding running hot again.

Sure enough she felt Robyn's hand on her thigh. Marian parted her legs slightly, allowing Robyn's hand to slide up between them. Then she closed her eyes as the outlaw's hand cupped her sex.

"Well it certainly feels like you enjoyed it." Robyn said. Marian said nothing as Robyn's hand began to move back and forth between her legs. "Your so warm and wet." Robyn continued "I want to taste you"

Marian whimpered softly, she wanted that to, she was aching to feel Robyn on her, inside of her, she needed it.

Robyn suddenly pushed her back. Marian gasped with surprise, her eyes shooting open as she fell onto her back. She blinked up into the sunlight, then Robyn was above her, smiling down at her.

"You truly are beautiful." Robyn murmured, then she bent down to kiss Marian, tenderly at first. Then she tasted herself on her lovers lips, and she kissed her more urgently. As Robyn sucked at Marian's bottom lip she should taste her own juice. She wanted more.

Sitting back, she ran her hands down each of Marian's thighs, until the met in the middle framing her sex. Marian moaned, squirming beneath her touch, as Robyn used her thumbs to gently part her wet, pink lips. "So, so beautiful" Robyn said quietly.

Then she bent to please her lover, running her tongue slowly along the length of her womanhood. Above her Marian gasped, her back arched, lifting herself up to meet Robyn embrace.

It was an offer the outlaw was scarcely likely to refuse. She used to tongue to gently circle Marian's tender bud, as she eased her fingers inside of lover.