Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2001 10:11:55 -0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Erotic Adventures Of Robin Hood - 2

The Erotic Adventures Of Robin Hood
	by Ann Douglas
        (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part Two

	Satisfied, she pulled the last of the laces
and led her garment fall free, exposing her breasts
to the cool late afternoon air.   She ran her hands
over her mounds, feeling the weight of them in her
hands and running her fingers across the nipples.
It took but a brief touch to make them erect.
	Ever since she had first started to develop
when she was but nine, Marian had always been
secretly proud of her endowments.  The Nuns into
whose care she had been entrusted following her
Mother's death had always warned her about the
sins of lust, and how they should be avoided.  The
good Sisters would certainly have been shocked
had they discovered that Marian had discovered
the joys of self-pleasure by her twelfth birthday.
And practiced those joys at every opportunity.
	Removing her dirt covered dress, Marian
laid it over the large rock, then moved a little
further out, standing nude in the middle of the
stream.  Cupping her hands, she splashed water
against her face and washed it clean.  Then she
repeated the motion against the rest of her body.
	The running water had felt so good against
her legs that Marian moved back into the flow,
this time to the deepest portion where the water
rose to waist level. The rush of the current
pressed between her legs, exerting a pleasing
pressure against her womanhood.
	It had been far too long since she'd
enjoyed the privacy to please herself.  Even those
nights when she had her own room in one Inn or
another, she didn't feel comfortable enough.  Not
with Gisbourne but a room away.
	Starting again with her bountiful breasts,
Marian ran her hands down across her youthful
body.  Across her stomach they moved, gently
tickling her smooth skin.  Finally she came to the
light brown patch of hair between her legs.  The
Royal Ward spread her fingers across the heavy
bush, noting that it was wet for reasons having
nothing to do with the stream.
	Marian closed her eyes and arched her
head back as she pressed against her clit, sending
a surge of warmth through her body.  With a long
accustomed familiarity, she manipulated her
fingers both across and within her pussy.
	"Oh yes,"  she whispered to the empty air
as her fingers moved in and out.  "I've missed this
so much."
	Faster and faster her fingers moved,
responding to the increasing demands of her body.
Each motion of her hands, each entry within
herself, produced both pulsating waves of ecstasy
and an unrelenting desire to reach orgasm.
	"Dear Mother of God!"  she gasped as her
body exploded, releasing all the passion she had
held in check for so long.
	Her body quaked and her legs felt weak as
she dipped lower into the water.  Marian's breath
came in short gasps as she rode the cascading
waves from within.  She tried to make it last as
long as possible, knowing full well that it would
be but a brief moment.  But what a moment it
always was.
	"Mother of God, thank you."  she said in a
prayer of thanks.
	 It had long been her belief that the ability
to enjoy such bliss had to be God's greatest gift.
And who better to thank for that gift than Mother
Mary, who had been a woman herself.
	Minutes passed slowly as she let her
breaths return to normal. She dropped down low
enough to let the water crest just above her
breasts.  The gentle cascade of the stream washed
away the remnants of her climax.
	"I better get back,"  she thought as she
stood to her full height.  "Least the good Friar
think I fell in and come looking for me."
	Marian had just reached the stream's edge
and the rock upon which she had left her dress
when she felt a sudden chill of apprehension. She
looked up, just as a voice appeared out of the
empty air.


	"I hope the water is to Milady's taste."
said the same incorporeal voice that she had heard
back on the road.
	"Who's there?"  she called out as she
quickly grabbed the dirty dress and covered her
naked breasts.
	"There is no need to fear, no harm will
come to you."  continued the voice.
	"Where are you?"  Marian called out,
shifting her gaze right and left and finding nothing.
	"Why I'm right here."  the voice said.
	Marian whirled again, this time to confront
the source.  It was not what she expected. Yet in
her heart, she knew it could only be one person.
	"You ... are ... Robin Hood?  she asked,
measuring each word carefully.
	The figure that had appeared not 20 paces
away, in a spot she had just looked, stood only an
inch or two taller than her own five four.  Dressed
from head to toe in suit of forest green, the
stranger carried a long bow as well as a quiver of
arrows. Dark and curly reddish brown hair, cut
short beneath a feathered cap, topped a clean
shaven and boyish face.  At first glance, Marian
thought she was facing a teenage boy."
	"You are Robin Hood?"  she repeated in
even greater disbelief.
	The Outlaw in green laughed a soft laugh,
stepping forward with broad, powerful steps.
	"Actually,"  Robin Hood said in a voice
that seemed to soften and change with each
passing step. "My name is Robyn."
	"By King Richard,"  Marian exclaimed as
the figure drew close enough for her to clearly see
the contours of Robyn's body . "You're just a
girl!"
	"I'll have you know that I'm two years
older than you, Marian Fitzswalter."  she said, her
voice now totally changed.  "So I'm hardly just a
girl."
	"This can't be."  Marian said, still a little
confused.  "Everyone says that Robin Hood is
Robert of Locksley, returned in secret from the
Crusades."
	"That is what I wish them to believe."
Robyn smiled.  "Know that I am both his daughter
and heir."
	"Then Sir Robert is dead?"  Marian asked.
	"No, not dead,"  Robyn said as she sat
down next to Marian.  "All of England does know
that Richard has been held captive this past year
by allies now turned enemies.  What few know as
well is that his faithful Locksley also shares his
cell."
	"And you have accomplished all of this in
his name." Marian said in astonishment.  "Created
a standard around which all these good men and
women have rallied."
	"Not alone I haven't."  Robyn said.  "Little
John deserves a great deal of the credit as well.  I
could never have done it without his help."
	"Little John,  that was the large man that
led us here?"
	"Yes, he is impressive, is he not?" Robyn
grinned.
	"Are you and he... well..."
	"Me and Little John?"  she laughed.  "Not
very likely.  John has both a wife and six children,
and he loves them all.  I'm not fool enough to get
myself into a situation like that.  Besides, there are
other, what shall I say ... considerations that
would prevent anything like that."
	"The voice," Marian asked, changing the
subject.  "How do you change your voice and
make it appear out of the air?"
	"Ever since I was a little girl, I've always
had a talent for mimicry."  Robyn said, as her
voice seemed to come from behind Marian.  "It
seemed a good idea to use it when addressing
outsiders.  I doubt Sir Guy and the Sheriff would
be impressed by my natural voice."
	Marian nodded her head in agreement.
	"And as for making it appear where I am
not, well that's just a little trick a mage once
taught me."
	"I still cannot believe that you are the
scourge that has terrified all of Nottingham."  the
younger woman went on.  "That the legend is all a
myth."
	"I am no myth."  Robyn said quite
seriously.
	"It's said that Robin Hood is the deadliest
archer in all England."  Marian countered,
displaying the independent curiosity that so
infuriated Gisbourne.  "Would you claim that title
as well?"
	At that, Robyn stood and looked across
the stream.  Her blue eyes came to rest on a small
dead tree some hundred yards distant.  A small
skinny thing with only two small branches left.
The thickest of which was only two inches.
	"Do you see that small tree down the
opposite bank?"  she asked Marian.
	It took a few moments for Marian to focus
on the tree in the fading afternoon light.
	"Yes I see it."
	"The right or the left."
	"What?"
	"The right or the left,"  Robyn repeated.
"Pick a branch."
	"But why...?"
	"Oh never mind."  Robyn said impatiently.
	Before even another word could form on
Marian's lips, Robyn reached into her quiver and
notched two arrows to her bow.  It took but
another heartbeat for her to aim.  Then in the blink
of an eye, the nineteen year old released her hold
on the drawstring and sent the bolts flying into the
center of each branch, cleaving them both in two.
	"That was unbelievable."  Marian gasped.
	"I told you I was no myth."

	The two young women talked of a number
of subjects.  It had been a very long time since
Marian had the opportunity to talk with someone
of intelligence.  At least someone who wanted to
hear what she had to say.  Too many of the
women she spent her time with wanted only to
talk of  their latest conquests and how they might
please them.

	"As I heard, you were to be married on the
morrow." said Robyn.  "I apologize for the
delay."
	"Would be that the delay had been made
permanent."  Marian commented.
	"You don't love Gisbourne?"  Robyn
asked.
	"I would sooner take a viper to my breast
than that man to my bed."  Marian answered in
unrestrained anger.
	"Knowing of Sir Guy, I can understand
that."  Robyn nodded sympathetically.  "Are you a
virgin?"  she asked out of curiosity, thinking that
few girls as old as Marian still were.
	"No man has ever touched me!"  Marian
said with righteous indignation.
	"That wasn't the question I asked."
Robyn said, looking deep into the other woman's
brown eyes. "Let me put it another way. Is it only
Gisbourne's bed that you wish to avoid -- or is it
that of any man?"
	Marian seemed to ponder the question for
long seconds, taking the time to frame an answer.
When she began to speak, the tone of resignation
in her voice was more than evident.
	"What I might or might not wish doesn't
matter,"  she began.  "It is the way of the world.
A woman may be given to a man by her closest
male relative.  What desire she may carry in her
heart matters little."
	"What may be the way of the world,"
Robyn corrected, "Does not hold here in
Sherwood. Within this Shire, a man or woman is
free to follow their heart.  So I ask you once
more.  If you could follow that which is your most
secret desire, where would it lead you?"

	Marian seemed unwilling to answer.
Robyn suspected it was because she had denied
the truth for so long that even now she could not
dare to give it voice.  Of course the woman in
green could be wrong about her conclusion, but
somehow she didn't think so.  As with so many
things in her life, the Heir of Locksley decided
that direct action was the best course.

	Leaning forward, Robyn pressed her lips
against Marian's and kissed her.
	The Maids reaction was first that of shock,
of a desire to pull away.  Then as she became
more aware of the soft warmth of Robyn's mouth
against her own, her heart began to react.
	Years before, while still with the Sisters, a
much younger Marian had enjoyed the friendly
caress of another girl in their care.  The duo had
shared precious moments of privacy easing each
other's solitude. It had been years since those
encounters, but on cold and lonely nights, the
memory was never far from Marian's thoughts.
	Robyn leaned back a moment after the
kiss, giving Marian time to react.  When no
comment was forthcoming, she leaned forward
and kissed her again, this time with more passion.
As their lips met, Marian reacted to the pressure
of Robyn's tongue against her mouth by opening
her lips and letting it slide inside.
	Encouraged, Robyn slid her hand under
the dress Marian had covered herself with and
cupped the brunette's breasts.  She was pleased to
find it was warm to the touch, a further indication
of the younger woman's excitement.  She spread
out her fingers, rubbing Marian's thick nipple to a
stiff hardness.
	"You like this don't you.?"  Robin asked
softly as she pressed a brief third kiss against
Marian's cheeks.
	"Yes."  Marian replied almost too softly to
hear.  The admission came hard for her.
	"I had a feeling you still did."  Robyn went
on.
	"What?"  Marian said in a much louder
voice as she abruptly pulled back.
	Robyn laughed a little laugh.
	"You don't remember me, do you?"  she
said.
	"Should I?"  Marian asked, feeling a little
defensive all of the sudden.
	"I recognized you right a way,"  Robin
said, "The moment I saw you riding with Sir Guy.
If anything, I think you've grown even more
beautiful."
	The woman in green paused for a moment
to allow Marian time to think.  She had already
given her a small clue by alluding to Marian
having grown since she's last seen her.
	A long minute passed, but still Marian
couldn't place the short haired girl.
	"I guess I looked a lot different back
then."  Robyn said.  "Besides, I don't think you
had eyes for anyone but Juliana .

	Hearing the name of her long ago love
opened a dam in Marian's memory. Images of the
night she last saw Juliana flooded her mind.
	"Blessed Mother, now I remember you!"
Marian exclaimed.  "You where at the Convent of
Saint Ann with us!"
	Of all the memories of  Juliana  that
Marian held dear, the one she had buried deepest
was that of  the night they had been discovered
together by the Reverend Mother and Sister
Catherine.

	As had been their practice, they had waited
until the Sisters finished their rounds and had
retired to their own cells.  Then Juliana  would
sneak out of her room and join Marian in hers.
That fateful night, Marian had not been feeling
well, complaining of having chills from the drafty
cell.
	 Rather than spend an hour or two with
her love and then returning to her own room,
Juliana had insisted that she stay with Marian and
help keep her warm.  Naked, she had climbed
under the thin cover they were all given and
pressed their bodies together, adding her body
heat to Marian's.  She reassured her friend that
she would return to her own room before the
Sisters rang the bell for morning prayers.
	Tragically, they were so comfortable
together that they fell into a deep sleep.  Wrapped
in each other's arms, they slept right through the
morning bells. Noticing their absence in the
Chapel, Sister Catherine and the Reverend Mother
had gone to look for them.
	Finding the two of them naked in Marian's
bed, the Reverend Mother had pronounced them
Spawns of Satan and directed that they both be
punished severely.  Sister Catherine was more
than happy to provide instant punishment in the
form of the riding crop she always carried.  Many
of the girls had felt its sting when their mind
wandered in class or they failed to meet her
standards.  It was said, if not too loudly, that the
old Sister enjoyed it's use too much.  A sinful
pleasure that seemed to increase with the pain of
those girls on the receiving end.
	With a religious fever in her eyes, Sister
Catherine had proceeded to trash at the two girls
with all of her considerable strength. Despite the
young girls cry for mercy, mixed with those of
pain, the Reverend Mother mearly turned blind
eyes to Sister Catherine's excess and mouthed
prayers of deliverance for their souls.
	"Leave them alone!"  a loud voice had
suddenly shouted from the open doorway.
	Sister Catherine paused for a moment as
all eyes turned to the sound of the voice. There,
standing in the doorway was another of their
charges.  Older than either Marian or Juliana, the
girl had long auburn hair that stretched down to
her waist.  She was less endowed then either of
the other girls as well. Dressed in a simple cloth,
she seemed only set apart from a teenage boy her
age by the long hair.  Neither of the girls knew
much about their deliverer except that she was
supposed to be the daughter of some minor Saxon
Noble and had heard some of the Nuns constantly
refer to her as a troublemaker.
	"I said leave them alone!"  the girl
repeated as she stepped inside.
	"This is none of your concern. You should
be in Chapel with the others, praying that God
show you the error of your prideful ways.  I think
you should return there."  Reverend Mother had
said, adding.  "Unless you care to share their
punishment."
	The new arrival looked past the Reverend
Mother to the two naked girls huddled together
on the bed.  She could see the red marks Sister
Catherine had already inflicted upon them.
	"This will not go well for you if you
continue to interfere."  Reverend Mother
continued.  "These girls have committed an
abomination in the eyes of God and must be
punished."
	"All they've committed is an act of
friendship and caring."  The proud girl said,
standing her ground.  "And if you really believe it
to be an abomination, then perhaps you should
inquire more carefully into the habits of the others
in your Order before you condemn them."
	The Reverend Mother was taken aback by
the accusation. More so because it was true as she
well knew.
	"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?"