Page 158 of Queen of Sherwood

“Excellent idea, little songbird,” Alan said in a breathy tone.

I cupped Will’s ass to urge him deeper inside me, while parting him for Alan.

Alan thrust forward, hands falling on Will’s narrow waist, and shoved his cock inside the younger man.

Will tightened his ass with a gasp. His hand clamped harder around my throat, and I felt my cheeks burning red and hot. His cock grew inside me, stretching my walls, and I moaned and came undone.

Alan bucked his hips into Will, their balls slapping together while the sash-wearing bandit thrust into me.

Tuck came around the side, cock freed from his habit, and grabbed my wrist to make me jerk his cock to utter stiffness. He made sure my hand wasn’t missing a damn thing, while Little John took Alan’s previous spot against the tree and forced his cock into my other hand.

While I stroked the two men at my sides, and Will fucked me frontward and passionately, and Alan fucked him from the back, my spine lifted and dragged along the bark of the tree trunk holding me up.

I groaned at the sensations of touch and feel that invaded my senses. The velvety smoothness of the men in my hands, and all the control and authority it gave me to have my two tallest, largest mates wrapped around my palms.

They owned me, but I also owned them.

The pressure of Alan gaping Will Scarlet’s asshole became too much for the warrior, and Will pulled out of me and showered my belly with his cum.

Once he was breathing heavily, his hand falling limp from my throat, Little John took over. As usual, the fiercely possessive man hauled me off the tree trunk and drove into me with his massive cock.

The size of him startled me every time. The protectiveness with which he wrapped his brawny arms around my lithe body, before falling down to my thicker thighs and taking handfuls of my ass in his palms. Squeezing. Lifting my leg to place on his hip, so he could get more leverage and fuck the thoughts out of my head.

The sun streamed through branches and canopies, dappling our sweaty bodies in delightful warmth.

I moaned loudly, the wet sounds of slapping flesh filling the afternoon sky, while my cries of pleasure reached the heavens.

The Merry Men made me whole. They ravaged me because they knew I could take it, and because they knew I wanted it like that. Rough, hard, passionate. Abrasive and embracing. Our bodies wrapped around each other, so I was never without a sturdy limb or a hard appendage on or inside me.

They kissed and tortured my skin while filling me. When John finished, there was another on the wings, waiting his turn—Tuck, this time, who filled the needy hole John had left widened.

I had no worries when I was with my men like this, lost in the depravity of our lust. It was a chance for me to take out my darkest desires on men I loved, without fear of reprisal or neglect.

My Merciless Men would never judge or neglect me.

As the day dragged on, we spent the entire afternoon in those woods, lost to the throes of heated lust. Coming, and then resting, and then crawling over each other and riding some more. I felt every inch of my men that day, because I needed them to help me drown out the rest of the world around us.

When I was with them, I forgot everything else. They were my everything, and all attention was focused on pleasure and the blissfulness of our lovemaking.

Gregory was dead. It was a gloomy time that could have broken us, yet we only came back stronger. We didn’t love with sadness in our hearts, because we didn’t know how to do that. We were fast, needy, and addicted.

My enemies were dead, too. It was an exhilarating thing, not knowing what the future held and, for once, it didn’t seem negative. The future was finally bright, as one of my mates had said about Griff in the past, after he had walked into that river and never come out.

Bittersweet memories took over as my mates loved me, doted on me, and filled me. As they ravished me and took every ounce of my reward to the brink of what I could take and offer.

They unraveled me and put me back together. Cared for me in the aftermath of our long session, when the night was beginning to fall and I worried the rest of camp would start to wonder what had happened to us.

It was no secret, though, how I felt about these four, and how they felt about me. Everyone knew, and no one besmirched us. That was the beauty of this life in Sherwood Forest.

Unlike what I couldn’t do with Marian, and what Guy couldn’t do with George, my mates were somehow able to do with me:

They fixed me, held me up, and made me the queen of the forest I had become.

Chapter 45

Robin

Of course, that blissful peace couldn’t last forever. We couldn’t stay in our carnal, surreal daydream for long.

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