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“But we’re strong,” I said. I knew it was a lie as it left my mouth. In this moment, I was weak. Weak-willed, wanting nothing more than that large grizzly hunter Little John to use me as his plaything. To teach me ways I’d never learned, and only heard about and seen.
I wanted to be the special one getting filled, and my lust made me weak. It made me impure, immoral, and improper. I knew that. I’d grown up knowing that.
“Yes,” Gregory said. “We are strong. We will survive this, Robin. I swear, I will get you out of this sinful cesspool.”
Please don’t.
My brow furrowed. More intrusive thoughts, telling me how to feel. Warning me.
Would I rather go back to my father’s wicked fists, instead?
Of course not. As ashamed as it made me, I wanted nothing more than to be free of him. Free of duty, responsibility, and dogged suitors who offered me nothing but a dishonest smile and a charming knife in the back.
Outside this forest, in society, I was a tool to be bartered. Here? I could be anything.
My eyes scanned the grounds. I realized four men weren’t partaking in the festivities. Little John, Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet, and Alan-a-Dale stood off from the crowd. Oh, they watched, but more often than not, I saw them staring over at me.
Tiny bumps sprouted along my skin when I noticed their deep gazes falling on me. Their glances as they spoke in hushed whispers to one another.
What are they talking about? The best way to break me?
Amidst the moans and smells of wild sex in the clearing, Will Scarlet strolled over. When he stood over me, he put his hands on his hips and sneered. “We’ve decided to let you dip your wick in the molten honeypot, lordling. Let you explore some decadence you’ve likely never visited before. How does that tickle you?”
I gaped, mouth falling open. My eyes widened and fear ran through me. They’re going to find out!
“No!” Uncle Gregory yelled, even as Will bent down and began untying my rope. “Unhand h—let go of the lord!”
Will snorted as he dropped my rope, gripped my bicep hard, and pulled me up to my feet. “He’s no more a lord than I am out here. Save your breath.”
Gregory writhed, kicking his feet, trying to break his tight binding. “You fucking fiend! Don’t do this!”
Will Scarlet tilted his head. Stared from me to Gregory. “I’m surprised, old boy. I would’ve thought you’d be happy for the lad to break his chastity. Get some experience. Are you worried he’ll be sullied after such a thing? Unsuitable for the princess in a faraway kingdom?”
Gregory shook his head, raging. “No, it’s nothing like—”
“Then what is it? Why are you putting up such a fight on his behalf? He doesn’t seem too concerned. He can’t take his eyes off Elysa’s bouncing tits over there. There are huge and nice, aren’t they, lordling?”
I blink, blushing furiously.
Gregory said, “He should not fraternize with your bunch, Will Scarlet. Please, let him go.”
“Oh. Because he’s better than us?”
Gregory scoffed. “I said no such—”
“Come on,” Will cut in, yanking me away from the tree. “You can be the judge of that, lordling. You don’t have to let your old codger uncle make the decisions for you here.”
Shit, I thought as he dragged me away, so he did hear me calling Gregory my uncle. That didn’t bode well.
Will Scarlet pulled me to the woman in question, Elysa. She was older than me, creased in the face a bit, but with an enviable body. Curvy hips, thick blonde hair, and full, heavy breasts that sagged as she sat back on an overturned log. The firelight from a campfire licked shadows over her peaked nipples and smiling face.
From the side, Little John, Alan-a-Dale, and Friar Tuck watched curiously, as I stood in front of Elysa.
The woman leaned back, spreading her legs far, far apart. My eyes bulged when she reached down, pulling at her soft lips, opening herself to me. “Which hole will it be, lordling?”
My heart raced. The fire beat hard at my back, with Will holding me in place. Even with the heat, I shivered, knowing I was about to expose myself if my pants came down. Worse—knowing what else might happen if they learned my truth.
The Merry Men watched me hungrily. Not the bandits I’d never learned the names of, who were busy in their own nooks and crannies and shadows, fucking their women and drinking their ale.
