Page 100 of Queen of Sherwood

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.

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