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Grabbing her by the shoulders, I forced us apart, putting her at arm’s length. I knew her tricks, and wondered if she had felt my cock twitch against her stomach.
I snatched the note from her fingers, unrolling it to read the contents.
“It’s a new mission,” Marian said before I’d finished. “My connection has come through once more.”
Pursing my lips, I let out a frustrated growl. “Dammit, woman, why didn’t you lead with this? It’s short notice! We hardly have time to prepare before the mission passes us by.”
She folded her arms and pouted. “Is that any way to thank the woman who’s going to thrust you out of your poverty-ridden life, Little John?”
My lip twitched. She was playing with our lives like we were involved in one of her games. She was right, though. The words on this parchment spelled a big payday. It was also a dangerous gambit.
“Thank you,” I mumbled.
She smugly bobbed her eyebrows. “Told you I was useful.”
Handing the note back to her, I glanced at my waterlogged clothes on the surface of the riverbank. My eyes trailed over to her. “Could you . . . while I rouse the other—”
Maid Marian let out a loud cackle. She was already spinning around, headed back up the hill. “Ha!” she called out incredulously. “I’m not that kind of maid, Little John. If you expect me to wash your clothes for you, you’re going to have to do a lot more than fuck me!”
“Christ Almighty, woman.” I began pulling my tunic and pants from the water, squeezing them dry.
“I’ll wake the others, Little John. I think your friar friend could use a quick tumble in the bushes to get inspired, before you set off on this dangerous quest.”
Flustered, I called out to her, “Don’t do it, Marian. There’s no time to fool around!”
She had already vanished into the trees, leaving the leafy branches scared and shivering in her wake.
I trudged up the hill in my damp clothes minutes later, away from the River Meden where we’d temporarily set up our base of operations.
As outlaws, the Merry Men had to relocate often. Today we were here. Tomorrow we’d be somewhere else. Never staying in one place too long was how we’d amassed a reputation and longevity. I enjoyed the longevity aspect, but the reputation? It proved more of a nuisance than a benefit, in my opinion.
We generally stuck to the vast expanse of Sherwood Forest. It gave us bountiful feasts and plenty of places to hide from authorities. We were particularly fond of infringing on the tyrannical Prince John’s royal hunting grounds. We had become outlaws thrice, five, ten times over, simply by hunting his stags. We had long ago stopped caring. All of us, to a man, had done something to earn the Crown’s ire.
My men and I knew this land in and out. Here, we felt safe, though we got squirrelly if we overstayed our welcome, hence our proclivity to move around. We had become experts at setting up and tearing down a camp in minutes.
This morning, we would do it again. Go through the motions of uprooting pitons and tents, loading up our ponies and scraggly, stolen horses, and head east where the missive had reported our mission would pass us.
I marched down the circle of stones, past gnarled undergrowth and a fallen tree we used as a landmark, and into the glade where my companions were located.
Before entering the glade, I heard Maid Marian’s soft moans coming from my left, hidden in the bushes. Right where she said she’d be. And apparently with a quarry, no less.
Curious and exasperated, I ducked past an overhanging branch and looked in through an open wreath.
Marian was bouncing her bare ass on a man’s hard cock, hiking her dress up to her waist. The man she rode was on his back, flat on the grass. Near-dead, it appeared. He groaned as she vigorously used him for her own carnal delights.
I could tell by his portly nature who it was.
“Come on, friar,” Marian urged, her voice lilting. “Pump your cum inside me and I’ll let you get up.”
“H-Heartless . . . wench . . .” Friar Tuck groaned. He didn’t sound excited and drunk, like he did last night. Rather hungover, if I had to guess.
Still, his hands found her ample hips and pressed her pale ass down on his lap, cock hilting inside her.
I sighed and made myself known, yelling, “Get up, vagrants. You give perverts a bad name.”
Marian scoffed as she flashed a rosy-cheeked look over her shoulder. “Says the voyeur.”
“I need my men ready and sharp, woman, not spent and wasted.”
