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And Tuck’s voice was the last I heard—sounding somewhat normal for the first time in hours as he said, “Um, no disrespect, but what the fuck just happened?”

Chapter 15

Robin

We took another few hours to laze around the creek, wash ourselves of our filth and depravities, and even continue the debauchery once we were clean.

No one had an answer to Tuck’s question. We let it die on his lips, and I pondered what was going on.

Then, standing knee-deep in the creek, my eyes landed on my mates’ naked bodies scattered throughout the stream, and I lost my train of thought.

Water droplets glistened their toned bodies and hanging cocks, dripping off them like pure sinfulness. Little John was the first to notice the seductive glimmer in my eyes, the press of my lips, and he waded over, splashing water about with his long strides.

He came to me, said nothing, and snarled at the sight of my nakedness. His eyes roamed my body for a split second—from pert breasts to pale hips, to the slight dark patch just above my thighs.

John took me by the shoulders, spun me around, and shoved me against the bank of the creek. My hands landed awkwardly on a stone, and I inhaled sharply as I felt his cock rise once more and glide between my thighs.

His throbbing cockhead pushed through to my front, the ridge toying with my clit, and I groaned. My hand played with his length, even as I dipped my fingers inside my cunt.

He reeled back and slammed into me, lifting my right leg behind my knee to leverage himself and thrust inside. The man’s hard hips pelted against my ass, rippling my flesh harder than the surface of the water rippled from his ministrations.

I moaned aloud, anew, and my voice carried to the heavens. My boneless legs wobbled as he bucked his hips and claimed me once again. I had no defense against his throbbing cock, and all I could do was throw my ass back against him to meet him halfway.

He filled me with his cum, stepped aside, and then Will Scarlet took his place. The shorter man let my leg fall, so I could regain my balance in the creek.

The melding of cool water against my heated skin and core ignited something inside me, and I evaporated once Will shoved his cock into my needy hole.

He took the same position and same raucous pace as John before him, as if trying to prove he was just as manly and dominant as my largest mate—challenging me to believe that it wasn’t the size that mattered, but how they utilized their endowments.

Not that Will Scarlet had anything to complain about in the size department.

He fucked me faster than John, with shorter strokes that were somehow more powerful and intense. My body shook and writhed in front of him, until he curled his rock-hard stomach against my ass, hugged me, and fondled my tits while fucking me in the splashing stream.

One hand skillfully pinched and twisted my nipples. The other came up to rest at my neck, lightly squeezing to force the moans and air out of my lungs.

His cock pulsed, spewed, and he pulled out.

Friar Tuck took no time to join the convoy. His thickness made me gasp when he fed himself inside me. He shook his belly against my back, closed his hands around my biceps to pull back and force me upright, and fucked the senses out of me while the others watched.

We were lost to the lust all over again. There was no escaping the pleasure and the intense climaxes that rolled through my body at a near-constant basis. The headiness swirling in my mind reached a crescendo, robbing me of all thoughts and logic.

Tuck decided to paint the round, rippling swell of my ass with his cum before stepping aside to let Alan-a-Dale have me last.

My golden-haired mate guided his cock into my dripping center and squelched home. My eyes rolled and I fell forward.

He took a dominant position with me—legs splayed apart to give him a firm foundation—like he enjoyed doing with Will Scarlet. Lost was the song-weaver from the other night, intent on telling tales and content with the adoration. Now he was a merciless barbarian, intent on living the tales he told and seeing that I was filled with him.

Alan yanked my hair back and I choked on my own spit.

I gasped from the recklessness of our dalliance—we were adrift in the madness, and I didn’t ever want it to end. This moment in the creek, so impromptu and abrupt, simply confirmed my belief that I had these men forever obsessed with me. I brought their base instincts and ruthless urges to the fore, and they didn’t bother trying to hide them when around me.

My merciless men simply took what they wanted. And what they wanted was me. Always me.

Alan let out a gasp and groan as he pumped his hips one last time, stuffed his cock to the hilt inside me, and held it. His hands pulled my hair harder, until I was nearly bent backwards from the violence of it.

I shook as he filled me with his white-hot cum. When he released me, I flopped forward, barely catching my palms on the rocky bank of the creek while I doubled over and took deep breaths to regain my sanity.

I could feel all four men trickling out of me, spilling between my thighs and dripping into the crystal-clear water.

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