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No, it was only these four, the leaders who had introduced themselves to me, who took any interest in what I was doing.
Their focus shocked me. Their eyes never left my face. Never turned away from my frightened visage under my hood as I stared down at Elysa’s pink, glistening cunt.
Will I break? Is this how they do it?
“No,” I squeaked, shaking my head. I wasn’t sure if I was telling myself I wouldn’t break, or what I was saying. Everything was hazy and dreamlike.
Elysa’s face contorted.
Will said, “What?”
“I said no.” My voice was louder. “I-I don’t want this. You can’t make me.”
Will scoffed in my ear. “Of course we can.”
Little John stepped up, “But we won’t.”
I looked over, awed at his size and demeanor. He seemed softer and more apologetic than he’d been when he raided our carriages. Almost like he could see through me.
“The decision is yours, lordling,” John added. “We simply figured you might enjoy a bit of this, seeing as how you squirmed and writhed against that tree over there.”
“Well, um, thank you?” I tilted my head. “This isn’t what I want. I enjoy . . . calmer settings.”
John slapped me on the shoulder, and it nearly made my knees buckle. “Say no more, lad. Exploring carnal delights in such a fashion is not for everyone. Especially one so clearly lacking experience.”
His words made me bristle. Though he was rightly calling me a virgin, for some reason I wanted to defend my own dignity—prove to these men I wasn’t a coward.
I just didn’t want her.
“You want him.”
Robert’s voice shocked me.
Elysa snorted angrily, closing her legs and sitting up. “It’s not every day a hostage gets the chance to fuck a cunt as tight as mine—or any cunt at all, dandy.” She seethed at me, baring her teeth.
I stammered, “I-I apologize if I’ve offended you, miss—”
“Hoy,” Alan-a-Dale called out from the side. “I take offense to that word when you say it like that, Ely.”
Elysa stood up, body jiggling. “Shove it up your ass, peacock.”
Friar Tuck and Will Scarlet howled with laughter as she wandered off, to men who were gladly waiting to fill her.
Little John glanced down at me, and I noticed something in the way his brow twitched. Was that pity he felt for me? Regardless, he turned away and nudged his chin toward Tuck, thankfully taking the heat off me. “What of you, chaplain? Isn’t Marian waiting for you behind some bush?”
The friar shrugged. “I sent her away. I’m more captivated with this one.” He gazed into my face.
I ducked away, hiding my features, lest he look through me and see my fear for what it really was, and what it betrayed.
“Agreed, my good monk,” Alan-a-Dale said. “He is exquisite to look at, eh? Though I’ve never taken you for the kind to dive into lads over lasses.”
“I don’t.” Tuck made it clear with a nod of his head. “By God, man, get your mind out of the whorehouse. I simply said I’m charmed by him, not lust-stricken.”
The friar and minstrel continued to argue, with Will Scarlet jumping in.
Little John’s bear-paw of a hand wrapped around my elbow and stole me away from the crew. “Come,” he said in a low growl that made my body tingle, “I’ll get you away from all this.”
He brought me toward the tree where Uncle Gregory was tied. My body was on fire, and Little John’s proximity and scent of firewood and worn oak didn’t relieve my building lust.
