Chapter 26 | Robin
Numbness coiled around every sinew in my body. I was more lost than ever. Didn’t know what to do when everyone in camp looked to me in horror, searching for answers.
I simply didn’t have them.
The fury inside me boiled over, mingling with pain and grief and sadness from so much loss. I saw black spots in my vision for a moment, everything going dim.
A hand fell on my shoulder.
The calming touch of Friar Tuck.
“Little heathen?” he said softly.
Except this time, his touch didn’t calm. It burgeoned the fires of wrath clawing up my spine.
I spun on him wordlessly, fixing Tuck with a glare that made him backpedal a step in shock. I could only imagine what he saw dancing in my eyes to make him pale and look so frightened when he stared down at me, a woman half his size.
I shoved Tuck in his strong chest, inching him back another step, toward his tent.
“You look . . . angry with me,” he said in a low voice. When I shoved him again, he grabbed my wrists. “We have an audience, lass. Is now really the time—”
“Move,” I ordered, and my voice brooked no argument.
I felt apart of myself, like a floating spirit looking in, pitying whatever darkness had corrupted me.
Tuck was right: We had an audience. Everyone in camp was watching.
I didn’t fucking care. I needed an outlet to get out this aggression and anguish.
When I spoke the word, he blinked, nodded firmly, and backpedaled into his tent.
I closed the flap behind us.
Then I shoved the friar in the belly and he plopped down on his ass at the edge of the cot. He stared up at me.
I yanked my pants down and stepped out of them, then tossed my tunic aside to bare myself to my lovable friar. The clothes had been burning my skin, and I needed to get out of them.
Tuck stared at me with bemusement, but that expression turned to one of hunger quickly enough as his eyes roved over my body.
I straddled Tuck’s lap. Saying nothing, feeling everything. Perhaps I had finally cracked and gone mad. God knew I felt like it.
Watching as Tuck’s throat bobbed anxiously, I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, until he was in a reclined position.
Just like how we had fallen asleep together, before the madness caused by the Muddy Meddlers rocked our entire camp. Before Bishop Sutton had met his grisly end at the hands of a gaggle of she-wolves.
While Sutton’s body bled out and rotted outside this tent, I felt every sensation nipping at my being, spreading from my belly to my core to my brain.
I recalled the violence from earlier tonight, during the slaughter of the guards, and how it had made me slick and hot to the touch. That same visceral reaction overcame me now.
I reached behind me, down, and gripped Tuck’s cock through his habit. He grunted when I squeezed my fingers around his thick shaft.
Within seconds, he had thickened in my palm, growing along the curve of my ass. I sat up just long enough to blindly guide him to the dripping entrance of my cunt, and then sat down on his length.
His cock filled me in a single thrust. I planted my ass on Tuck’s lap, taking him to the hilt. His lips parted in surprise, yet he said nothing.
He allowed me to use his body for the torrid, sordid needs I had. Watching as my lithe form bounced on his.
I wasn’t sure why Friar Tuck had been my first target. I couldn’t explain the thoughts in my head, because there was no rhyme or reason to them. Everything swam, jumbling together.
All I knew was I needed release from this pressure and aggressiveness, and I only knew one way to do that.
With my hands on Tuck’s chest, I rammed my ass down against his thighs, clapping our flesh together.
He grunted, body wobbling with my violent attacks on his large frame. His cock speared and swelled against my walls. He cupped my ass with his hands and helped my off-beat rhythm, bringing me down onto his pelvis over and over again.
With the roundness of my ass meeting the tops of his thighs, I ground my hips into him, rolling in a way that made me crack a moan from my lungs.
My eyes rolled from the shocking pleasure of it stabbing into me. The furious pace I set, until the slapping of flesh grew louder and echoed through camp.
I could only hope one of my other mates understood what was happening in here and had told the other Merry Men and Oak Boys to leave the area. To give us space and time and peace.
Somehow, I doubted that had happened.
Which meant the entire camp was likely listening to the moans and grunts and tawdry sounds of our copulation—hearing every pulse of our joined bodies as their whore-leader satiated herself on our unsuspecting chaplain.
Rites for the dead could wait. The burials would come. The grief would strike.
What couldn’t wait was this greedy, depraved feeling inside me, needing to be punished and disciplined and filled.
Tuck’s eyes widened when I stared down at him, my hands gripping his chest tight beneath his opened habit. My hands came up and curled around his neck, and I lightly squeezed, forcing the air from his lips in a wheeze.
His cock bulged inside me. A climax riddled my body and I writhed, planting my ass down to his balls in a final thrust, and keeping it there—forcing him to spill himself inside me.
I let Tuck’s neck go at the moment of climax, and then he exploded. The thick, hot ropes shot into me, and I bared my teeth in a feral growl as he unraveled.
His body heaved. My breasts rose and fell, nipples pebbled from the sudden onslaught of sensations ripping through me.
I swung my leg around and stepped off him. Tuck fell out of me, limp, with his cum dripping from my core.
He blinked rapidly, still confused. Mouth still parted.
We hadn’t said a word between us during the tryst. Hadn’t even kissed. The passion we shared had been one of necessity rather than love.
And I needed more. The craving only grew as I felt Friar Tuck’s seed drip out of me and down the insides of my thighs.
I turned my back to him and strode out of the tent before he could say a word.
I wasn’t sure if I realized I was naked or not when I exited the tent and the smoky, chill night danced over my sweaty skin, rejuvenating me.
Luckily, the band wasn’t watching. At least not the entire camp—only my mates stayed near, plus a few stragglers who watched from the peripheries with flushed cheeks and confused expressions on their faces.
I wasn’t ashamed at my nudity. Most of the people here had seen it before. I wasn’t even bashful about the sweat coating my skin, or the violence in my eyes, or anything else.
I was just as confused as they were, but there was only one thing I was certain and confident of.
My arm lifted, my finger pointed, and I spoke to Little John across the way. “You.”
Every gaze turned to him.
His eyes smoldered. He was more than up to the task, and he understood intimately, immediately, what I was ordering.
Little John stormed across the glade to me. Will and Alan stayed to bear witness, but others started to meander away to give their crazed leaders room.
When John got to me, his bearded chin twitched. He towered, as usual, yet I craned my neck and stared up at him with a challenging gaze.
Then John wrapped his arms around my torso and flung me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes.
I yelled as I went airborne, legs kicking. He draped me over his broad shoulder, arm circled around my middle with my wobbling ass inches from his face. He hauled me away from Tuck’s tent like a log of lumber.
He moved away from camp, toward the dark forest.
My little fists punched into his back. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I didn’t know where they came from.
“That’s it, little hope,” John said. “Take it out on me. The frustrations, the pain. I deserve it. I’m the one who allowed the Muddy Meddlers to join us.”
I wasn’t beating on his strong back because I was angry at him. I wasn’t thinking about that at all. No, I was doing it as an outlet for my passionate rage, and because I knew he could take it.
“Just know,” he said in a low voice, his lips dangerously close to my jiggling bare ass on his shoulder, “that there will be repayment for this.”
Anticipation rippled up my spine. I squirmed and rubbed my hips into him, trying to get friction for my tightly coiled clit.
I couldn’t see where he was hauling me off to. All I knew was trees surrounded us now, and the blood was rushing to my brain since I was practically upside down, making me dizzy and dazed.
“Just where do you think you’re going alone with her?” came a voice from the darkness, somewhere in front of John.
“Scarlet,” John grunted.
Seconds later, hands landed on my ass. “Keep the little monster right there.”
His touch made me hiss. I tried lifting my body to look over John’s shoulder, but I was sore and my upper-body strength wasn’t cooperating. I flopped back down, relegated to my fate.
Will Scarlet parted my ass thighs and clicked his tongue. “She’s been well-fucked in this hole.”
Warm wetness probed my cunt. I gasped in shock. I couldn’t see a damn thing. Will, much shorter than John, stood in front of him and licked my folds while John kept me draped over his shoulder.
The pleasure rippled through me and I writhed. I knocked my fists on John’s back again, earning a grunt from the huge man.
Will slurped on my cunt and smacked his lips. “I can taste Tuck on her.” My eyes widened, and he added, “This hole doesn’t look as used, however.”
A second later, Will prodded the tight star of my asshole and my eyes rolled from the sudden sensation.
I tried lifting my head so I wouldn’t be staring down at the ground as he defiled me—
And gracious, soft hands cupped my cheeks. I stared into the eyes of Alan-a-Dale, who smiled wistfully at me. “Hullo, love.”
He kissed me, tilting his face so our touch aligned. I melted into Alan’s kiss, tongues swirling together, even as Will ate my ass from behind, dipping fingers into my cunt while he licked me.
My body unraveled before these three hard men. One in front, one behind, and one standing tall in the middle to allow the other two to have their way with me.
My juices trickled down my legs, over Little John’s shoulder and side, yet he remained standing like a sentinel. Unwilling to let go of his prized possession.
“Enough,” he said at last, and I heard rustling.
A moment later, Will’s tongue withdrew from my asshole and his fingers pulled out of me. I longed for them to return, but then I was flipped around in an abrupt change of position.
Still airborne, but now facing front-ways, with my peaked nipples brushing against Little John’s sturdy chest. He held me up by hugging me with a single huge arm wrapped around my middle.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together, and my arms around his neck.
Then, slowly, Will’s hands caressed the swell of my hips and lowered me. “There, there, little thorn. Nice and slow for the big guy.”
My eyes bulged, staring into John’s smoldering gaze, when I gently slid down onto his huge cock and felt him spreading apart my lips.
He stretched me as I slid down further. Held me tight until I was comfortable enough to glide on my own, and then continued the process of wedging his cock inside me.
I could feel John in my belly. Pulverizing my insides when he bounced me in his arms. My eyes rolled while he carried and fucked me.
Will kept playing with my ass. Alan came around the side and joined him, and before long they had me gaping and gawking.
My other two mates freed themselves of their clothes and stroked their cocks while John held me aloft and destroyed my insides.
“Give her to me,” Will demanded.
John growled. “No. Mine.”
From my peripheral, I noticed Alan smirking.
“Two against one, you big ogre,” the minstrel snapped.
A second later, I was slowly falling toward the ground.
John growled, “The hell!” as Alan put his knee into John’s calf and forced the bigger man to his knees.
It was either that or drop me, and I knew he would never do that.
“Treacherous fuckers,” John snapped.
I still had my legs wrapped around him. Still felt bloated by the size of his cock filling my insides, squelching with Tuck’s cum around his shaft.
Will put his hands on my bare back and pushed with a dark chuckle.
John was forced to flop backward, onto his back on the soil of the forest. He held me the entire time, embracing me tightly, but now I was on top of him on all fours. His cock never left my cunt.
Will added his, pumping himself inside my ass.
I whimpered when the two men filled both my holes. Alan came around to my front, grabbed me roughly by the hair, and shoved his cock past my opened mouth.
Okay. Not both holes. All three.
Tears slid down my cheeks. Alan was long and hard, punching the back of throat with the harsh way he bucked his hips into my face. His balls swung and slapped against my chin as he commanded my head.
Will clutched both of my round ass cheeks and dug his fingers in deep, then spanked me with a thunderous clap. He moved fast, pumping into my asshole and beating my guts.
John came at me from the bottom, lifting his ass off the ground to make me bounce on his large frame. He grunted and kept me hugged against him, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe or move or think.
My mates fucked me into a mindless mess. I had taken initial control, but these smug bastards had wrested it back from me, ultimately realizing that I was only one person and they were three.
They had their way with me. Put me in my place. Made me lose my thoughts and the darkness coiled around my body—replacing it with sheer blissfulness and painful pleasure.
Will and John seesawed into my holes. My body jiggled, my tits smacking into John’s chin, and he took one of my nipples into his mouth.
My hands dangled uselessly at my sides, so I put my palms down on the forest floor to frame John’s large body—to try and ground myself and get feeling back into my being.
Will was the first to lose himself, growling that he couldn’t last any longer when I clamped down, choking his cock. His cum filled my asshole and made my skin prickle with need.
When he started pulling out, John lost it and spurt ropes of cum deep inside my hole, to join Tuck’s from earlier. It was depraved and disgusting and beautiful.
Alan held my head with both hands, grunting something about me being the best whore-princess in the world, and sheathed his cock so deep into my mouth that he bloated my neck and my nose touched his flat belly.
I felt his warm river of cum pump into my belly, and lost consciousness for a moment from the lack of air and the extreme feelings of ecstasy that engulfed me.
My orgasm detached my brain from my body, but I came back quickly enough—at least quickly enough to watch as Alan pulled out of my mouth, and I dared to lick a strand of cum beading at the tip of his cock.
When we were finished with our torrid affair, John wrapped me in his arms again, stood, and carried me even further from camp. The other two followed.
He only finally unhanded me once we made it to the river, plopping me down and washing me without me having to do a damn thing.
I was still lost in a haze of lust and depravity, having just debased myself and allowed my mates to take whatever they wanted from me.
But, I realized, I hadn’t thought of camp or death or grief the entire time we fucked. My abrupt, confusing expression of anger and lust had worked. For the time being, I was at peace again.
My stomach sank when I slowly drifted off back to sleep on the bank of the river, in the grass, after the men had washed me and cared for me. After they destroyed me with their cocks, then pampered me with their touch.
My stomach sank because, as I drifted off, I heard Little John’s words. They sank to my bones, scaring me, and made me wonder if there was any way to get out of this alive and intact with my sanity.
Because he said, “I fear we’re losing her, men.”