The Erotic Adventures of Robin Hood

"I'm warning you..." Reverend Mother said, changing the subject. "You are risking the damnation of your soul if you continue to interfere. Not that it would take much more for your damnation in light of your exploits thus far."

"And I'm warning you," the girl said defiantly. "You're risking a lot more if you continue."

Reverend Mother couldn't ignore such a direct challenge to her authority. Turning to Sister Catherine, she motioned for her to continue the punishment. Then she returned her gaze to the sackcloth garbed girl to show her she hadn't been impressed with her bravado.

But the girl wasn't there. When Reverend Mother had given Sister Catherine leave to continue, the girl had moved forward and swung out at the hand in with Sister Catherine held her instrument of pain. A small knife that the girl had somehow managed to hide on her person flashed in the early light, drawing blood across the older woman's hand, causing her to drop her crop. Sister Catherine's scream split the morning air.

The noise of that cry caught the attention of others on the way back from Chapel and soon footsteps could be heard in the halls beyond. The interruption also gave Marian the strength to gather her composure and exert what authority she suddenly knew she had.

"I am," she began hesitantly. "The ward of King Richard!" she then shouted. "And there will be no more of this."

The increasing sound of footsteps and the thought of this matter being brought to the attention of the King was enough for Reverend Mother to decide that she had to put an end to this as quickly as possible. There would be other ways to punish all involved.

Marian was returned to the Court, never to see Juliana again. She had cried the night she learned that her friend had been married off to some French Count to secure a trade deal. But those tears were naught compared to those she'd shed when she'd learned Juliana had died of the fever that had swept France two years later. It was a pain she still carried, made bearable only by the memory of their time together.

As for the young woman who had saved her and Juliana that morning, Marian never even had the chance to learn her name. By the noon meal, she had disappeared from the Convent. When she had asked about her, the Sisters would not even acknowledge she had existed. It was rumored that she had run away to avoid the vengeance of the Reverend Mother, but Marian feared that she might have somehow suffered from that wrath.

"Merciful Mother," Marian exclaimed as she dropped the dress she had been holding against her body and threw her arms around Robyn. "I am so happy to see you. I so much wanted to tell you how thankful I was for your help that day. You saved our lives."

"Well I don't think your lives were really in danger," Robyn said, very aware of the large naked mounds pressing against her own cloth covered ones. "But I wasn't about to just stand there and let that witch beat you."

"Well, we thought she was going to kill us." Marian said.

The mention of 'we' made Robyn think of Juliana.

"I heard about Juliana from some travelers to my father's house." Robyn said. "I know she meant a lot to you. In fact I was quite envious when I saw the two of you together. Those Nuns might not have noticed, but I knew there was something between you two the moment I saw you. I guess that was because I wished it was me you looked at that way."

Marian couldn't help but think that suddenly this indestructible warrior woman seemed very vulnerable indeed.

"You mean the way I'm looking at you right now?" she asked with a smile. "It's getting real late, and not just a bit cold." Robyn said, looking back into Marian's eyes. "Maybe you should get dressed and we can get back to the camp."

Suddenly aware of the chill the encroaching night had brought, Marian thought it strange she hadn't felt it before. She quickly put her dress back on.

"Is there somewhere else we can go?" Marian asked Robyn as she helped tie up her laces. "Somewhere were it can be just the two of us?"

Without answering, Robyn took Marian's hand in hers and led her up a different path than the one she'd come down. The sounds of the small village could be heard off to the right, sounds of merriment and song. She was sure Sir Guy hated every minute of it.

The path led them to a small hut, not much different than those she had seen on Friar Tuck's tour this afternoon. The only real difference seemed to be that it was all alone in the forest.

Once inside, Robyn quickly made up a roaring fire in the hearth, filling the chamber with pleasing warmth. Marian sat on a fur covered bed and watched Robin hang a pot over the fire. Looking about the small house, Marian realized just how wrong her earlier idea that Robin Hood kept the riches they'd gained had been. Back home, the lowest servant lived in better quarters.

"I usually eat alone most nights," Robyn explained. "John's wife drops off a pot of whatever she was making for dinner. I'm sure there's enough for two, there usually is. It shouldn't take long to heat up."

"I sure it will be fine." Marian said as she watched her.

"Of course it's not much compared to the feast they are having for Sir Guy and the Sheriff." Robyn said as she stirred the pot. "You can still join them if you want."

"I'd rather stay here with you." Marian answered as she rose from the bed and took the large spoon from Robyn's hand. "Here, let me make that for you."

Stirring the mixture of meat and vegetables, Marian reflected how natural it felt to cook for Robyn. She couldn't imagine herself doing this for Sir Guy or any man. But for the woman across the room it seemed the right thing to do.

"This looks to be almost ready." Marian said as she realized that it only had to be heated up.

"This should go well with the meal." Robyn said as she produced a bottle from a chest at the foot of her bed. "The finest from the cellars of the Duke of Kenshire. At least the finest that he made the error of shipping through Sherwood." she laughed.

Using some plates that sat on a shelf over the fire, Marian served both Robyn and herself. With no chairs or tables, they sat across from each other on the straw covered floor. Robyn had also poured each of them a goblet of the wine.

The wine was fine indeed, she thought as she took a sip of it, highly potent as well. The food was simple fare yet equally delicious. She told Robyn that she would have to give John's wife her compliments.

"I've not had a meal this delicious in the King's dining hall." Marian complimented as she took another bite.

"Well just looking at Little John you know his wife has to be a great cook." Robyn replied as she took a piece of bread and soaked it in the gravy. "Can you cook?" she unexpectedly asked Marian.

Taken off guard by the question, Marian said no somewhat embarrassed.

"That's OK, neither can I." Robyn laughed. "Would you like more wine?"

Marian looked down and realized that she'd already finished her original portion of the heady drink. She held it out for Robyn to refill.

As they ate and drank, the two continued to talk and Marian learned more about Robyn's life after leaving Saint Ann's. Far from being angry about her having run away from the Convent School, Sir Robert had been proud of his daughter having stood up to what she perceived as a form of tyranny.

He had only sent her there at the urging of the local priest, a last chance to turn her into the lady her Mother would've wanted her to be. Sir Robert, always a rebel in his own heart as well, saw much of himself in his daughter. Instead of sending her off to another Convent School, he instead hired the finest tutors to educate her. Since he also allowed her a choice in what she wanted to learn, many of the lessons were those he would have also taught to a son.

In return, Robyn learned how Prince John had promised Marian, being a Royal Ward, in marriage to Sir Guy. A fate she considered less preferable than throwing herself off one of Castle Nottingham's turrets.

In time, the distant sounds of laughter from the encampment faded and Robyn noted the late hour. It had been a day both long and highly eventful.

Robyn took the lead this time, taking the plates and washing them off in a large pale of water near the fire. Then she set them back on the shelf to dry. Marian meanwhile, turned down the large furs that covered the bed.

Once that was done, she quickly removed her dress and stood naked in the firelight. Robyn looked up at her from the fireplace and smiled appreciatively.

Walking to Marian's side, Robyn began to undo her own clothing but the nude woman placed a hand on top of hers, gently pulling it away.

"Please let me." she whispered.

Robyn took her hand kissed her gently. Then she let Marian take her time in undoing her clothing.

As she exposed each piece of skin beneath the forest green, Marian kissed the bare flesh. First Robyn's neck, then her shoulders, and finally her small breasts.

Marian placed a hand across each small globe, noting that they were small in stature but large in perfection. Bright pink nipples topped equally bright areola, surrounded in turn by flawless white skin. Her own breasts might be larger in size but she thought not as beautiful.

Feeling like the schoolgirl suddenly rewarded with a new prize, she kissed each nipple, paying with each for a moment with her tongue. Then she continued to disrobe the older girl, finding that Robyn's reddish brown forest was as abundant as her darker one.

Finally, they were both as naked as newborn babes. They stood for a few minutes before the fire, holding each other hand in hand.

"I think I have fallen in love with you." Marian said as she held Robyn tightly in hand. "Now you have been my deliverer twice."

"We will talk of love in the morning," Robyn said as she kissed Marian once more. "When our heads are clear and our hearts are still. But for now the night is ours, to share as we wish."

Robyn draped Marian across the bed, then laid down across her. Their lips locked with an intensity they had only hinted at before. Flesh pressed against flesh as both their breasts and pubic mounds collided. Tongues played an erotic ballet, moving from mouth to mouth.

Robyn began to work her way downward across Marian's ample breasts. She covered them with kisses, alternating with soft love bites. In spite the meal they had just consumed, she felt famished. A hunger that could only be filled by the woman beneath her.

Her hands, massaging the supple flesh and feeling the hardness of Marian's nipples, now joined her mouth. She guided each of them in turn between her lips, exploring each with the tip of her tongue.

A soft moan from Marian's own lips was Robyn's reward. A reward she greatly valued.

Downward she went, across Marian's stomach and down to her waist. She paused at her mound, inhaling the sweat aroma of her sex. Sliding her hand under Marian's bottom, Robyn pressed her face into the deep brunette valley, reaching out with her tongue to caress the deep grove in the center of it all.

An even louder moan from Marian filled the night as Robyn's tongue brushed lightly against the younger woman's clit. It was the first time anyone had touched her there in that way.

Marian spread her legs even wider to give Robyn greater access. The fragrance that had greeted Robyn grew stronger as she slid an extended finger up within the depths of Marian's passion, a movement that sent even greater ripples of delight through her prone body.

As Robyn's tongue continued to play an erotic symphony upon Marian's clit, a second finger joined the first. The sensations all this attention to her womanhood produced had been ones Marian hadn't felt for far too long.

She reached down and grasped the back of Robyn's head, running her nimble fingers through her short locks. Her body began to quiver and quake under the dual assault and she pressed down to hold Robyn's tongue in place. It was a superfluous effort though as nothing short of an assault by hordes of Prince John's men was going to keep Robyn from her task.

A final thrust of Robyn's skillful tongue and fingers sent Marian over the edge. Her body tensed for a moment, then exploded. The waves of her eruption bursting across her body.

For all Marian's trashing about as the sapphic orgasm overtook her, Robyn never paused or stopped her ministrations. The result being the longest orgasm that Marian could remember. It seemed as if it would never stop.

Finally of course it did, but it was long heartbeats before Marian realized it. By the time she did, Robyn had already worked her way back up Marian's body, once more probing the inner recesses of her lover's mouth with her tongue.

This time, Marian could taste a new sensation in Robyn's mouth, the flavor of her own orgasm. The two women shared the ambrosia of their joining until there was none left.

Exhausted and exhilarated at the same time, Marian rolled Robyn onto her back. Her hands and eager mouth sought out Robyn's smaller breasts. Covering the tiny globes with all the affection she could muster, she greedily took Robin's pert nipples into her mouth like a hungry baby.

"Oh yes," Robin moaned with delight as she laid back her head and closed her eyes.

Marian continued to suck gently on the pink nibs, covering them with her kisses. Her hands glided up and down Robyn's body as she maintained contact with her breasts, adding a digital massage to the oral one.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, she quickly moved down to Robyn's sex. Parting the lips with her outstretched fingers, Marian saw that the other woman was gifted with what she knew had to be an oversized clit. The way it stuck out and drew attention to itself was a godsend to someone who really wasn't sure of what she was doing.

Pressing her face hard between Robyn's legs, Marian wrapped her lips around the bright pink button. Carefully, she stroked it with her tongue, hoping she was doing it right.

"Yes, oh yes," Robyn panted as if she could sense Marian's uncertainty.

Encouraged, Marian pressed harder, running her tongue back and forth. Remembering how Robyn had used her fingers, Marian tried to duplicate the gestures. While it was impossible for her to repeat the familiarity she had with her own womanhood, it was obvious from the reaction of Robyn's body that Marian wasn't doing too bad.

Wrapped up in her desire to bring Robyn the same pleasure that the older girl had visited upon her, Marian found it funny that she suddenly thought of the serving girl Jane and the rumors of her performing heathen sexual practices. Thinking of what she was doing right now, and of how wonderful it had felt when performed on her, she decided that those heathens might just be on to something.

Faster and faster Marian drove her fingers in and out of Robyn, knowing how good it felt when she did it to herself. She tried, at the same time, to keep pace with her tongue. She wasn't as practiced as Robyn obviously was, but it was enough to get the job done.

She could hear the pulse of Robyn's breaths becoming sharper and closer together. The harder she pressed her face into Robyn's sex, the more Marian realized she could smell her approaching climax as well. Like every other aspect of her body, even the aroma of her desire seemed to be building to an eruption.

Marian didn't have long to consider this new discovery as Robyn's body convulsed much as hers had done such a short time before. Like Robyn, Marian was also treated to a generous sample of the fruits of orgasm. Fruits Marian discovered had a much different taste than her own.

While she hadn't been able to make Robyn's climax last as long as hers had, Marian still wanted to share the results as hers had been. She quickly returned to Robyn's mouth and kissed her. Robyn was eager to share in Marian's gift, practically drawing it from her with her darting tongue. Covered with sweat, the two women laid atop the furs, bathing in the dual warmth of the fire and their bodies. They continued to stroke and caress each other, sharing kisses as they went. Before the dawn, they'd made love twice more. Each time was better than the last.

During the quiet pause between one of their lovemaking sessions, Marian and Robyn talked about how unreal it all seemed. Of how lucky they had been that fate had brought them together.

"Do you think that if things were different," Marian asked her heart's desire as she ran a hand across the contours of Robyn's breast. "If Robin Hood had truly turned out to be the Earl of Locksley. That I would've fell in love with him as well?"

"My love," Robyn replied as she took Marian's hand and brought it to her lips. "Stories like that only happen in a minstrel's song."

Both women had laughed, then proceeded to make love once more.

The next morning, the entire outlaw band gathered to see off Sir Guy and the Sheriff. Gone was the expensive attire they had worn the day before, replaced by the poorest of garments. Also gone were the fine steeds they had ridden, their place taken by donkeys. The only member of their tiny party who still looked as they did the previous day was Jane. She had elected to return to Nottingham with Gisbourne. She still wore the dress she had borrowed from Marian.

"A small band of our men will guide your party to the main road," Little John was saying as Marian stepped into the clearing. "Of course they will make enough suitable detours that you will not be able to find your way back here. If you do enter this Shire again, you will not leave as easily. Do well to remember that!"

"We will not leave without the Lady Marian." Sir Guy said defiantly. "We have not seen her since yesterday afternoon. Where is she?"

"I am right here." Marian said, ignoring Gisbourne's title as she stepped into the far edge of the clearing .

"Milady, I am so happy to see you safe." Sir Guy practically gushed as he turned to the sound of her voice.

Marian wondering if any of his concern was genuine or merely prompted by the prospect of returning to Nottingham without the gold, Robin Hood's head or the Royal Ward. It was no matter, she concluded, for he was to leave without all three.

"Milady?" Gisbourne asked as Marian moved and stood next to Little John.

The reason for Sir Guy's confusion was the manner of Marian's dress. Instead of the traveling ensemble she had worn yesterday, Marian now sported a light brown woodsman's garb. It had taken some quick alterations by one of the camp women to redo one of Robyn's outfits to fit her more abundant figure. She could tell from the reaction of the men around her that it was still a snug fit. No matter, they all knew whose clothing it had previously been, and who now held her heart.

"Jane," Sir Guy barked to the girl sitting on a donkey behind him. "Return the Lady Marian's dress to her that she might be attired as befits her station."

"There is no need for that," Marian interrupted, holding up her hand to prevent the girl from climbing down off her surrogate steed. "Jane may keep that dress, and a few other things as well."

"I do not understand." Sir Guy said.

"I will not be returning to Nottingham." Marian said, the words bringing a surge of satisfaction to her heart. "I will be staying here with these good people."

"Have you gone mad?" Sir Guy cried out, no longer trying to maintain any semblance of civility.

"Mad?" Marian repeated as she pondered the word. "Perhaps I have. If so it is a good kind of madness. The kind that gives you the strength to seek out that which you most desire. Or to do what you know to be right."

"You have gone mad." Gisbourne concluded.

"As I said, it might well be so." Marian went on. "But it is no longer your concern."

Marian paused for a moment, looking into the woods as if searching for someone. Gisbourne followed her gaze but saw no one.