Faith Hope and Charity

Charity awakened to the delectable feeling of her Lord's warm tongue and lips on her nipples.

Large, calloused hands that could be brutal but were always gentle with her stroked the fleshy satin smooth mounds adding to the pleasure.

She moaned softly. Back arching. Offering her breasts to him for more. A deep rumbling chuckle sent tremulous vibrations right down through her body.

And her hips lifted, begging for him.



Guy smouldered. ' And what would Madame like to pleasure her perfect, wet, c*nt this fine morning ? One dark eyebrow raised in enquiry. A tongue ? Fingers ?.....or would she prefer to be f***ed by a big, hard c*ck ?'

Charity whimpered. She could hardly think straight when Guy talked like this. A velvety honeyed growl gushing out delicious obscenities. Presenting her with a choice of exquisite pleasures he was ready to lavish on her whenever she gave the word. ' F*ck me.....Please'. Her voice didn't seem to belong to her at all.



Guy looked at her tenderly. He loved how he could affect her in this way.

And she was so burningly beautiful. Cheeks flushed, breasts heaving, eyes dark with desire and those sweet lips delicately and artlessly pouting.



He moved between her thighs . The promised c*ck rubbing against her cl*t. ' As My Lady wishes'. He murmured and pushed forward into her. Long, smooth, strokes that set his balls bouncing against her a**e.



She cried out as a giddy elation overwhelming her at the blazing passion glowing in the proud noble features above her.



Guy gave a deep sigh as the waves of Charity's orgasm rippled along his length. It took all his will power not to c*m too. But he wanted more of his wife first.



He turned her onto her side. Holding her close with his long legs as he entered her deeply from behind.

One hand stroked her hard nipples the other her swelling clit as he nuzzled her neck. The words he soughed into her ears keeping time with his thrusting hips until they became an incoherent moan as he finally released his seed into her............



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It was Sunday. Guy and Charity had been invited to attend Mass with the new Sheriff of Nottingham Lord Thomas Merton and his wife Lady Agatha with dinner at the castle that evening.



Guy had never been a great attendee of Church and Charity had never pressed him. But she felt it necessary to do so now.

' After I had been told by the Queen Mother who our new Sheriff was to be I made enquiries. It seems that both Lord and Lady Merton are very devout in their religious observance. I'm not suggesting that you should have a religious conversion. But you have to keep on Merton' s good side and refusing to attend church will not help your image.



She smiled indulgently at him like a mother on a beloved child. ' You only have to bow that proud head and toe Merton's line for a year. Then you can be your own master.......As well as mine'. She added with a whisper running a hand over his tight buttocks.

Guy smirked and taking her wandering hand kissed it. ' And you 'd better start behaving like a nun for the rest of the day. You're far too distracting in your present mood.'





Thomas and Agatha of Merton stood outside the church of St Benedict as a carriage with the Gisborne crest rolled up. A tall solemn figure stepped out giving a leather gloved hand to a demure lady with golden hair hidden beneath her church going veil. A mischievous look passing swiftly between them as though they were playing a game.



' My Lord'. Guy gave a respectful reverence to his new superior. ' My Lady', he kissed Lady Samantha's hand.



The Merton's turned to lead the way into church. Guy offered his arm to Charity and winked at her getting a brief approving smile in return.





Conversation over dinner was a little stilted.

Merton quizzed his new Lieutenant on what he had been about since his marriage.

Guy knowing that everything he said would be stringently investigated chose his words carefully.

Charity coy in present company sat in silent solidarity with her husband. A hand resting reassuringly against his thigh beneath the table.



'I hear that out former Sheriff had Loxley Manor burned down in reprisal for your not having killed the King Sir Guy'. Lady Agatha spoke. She couldn't have been more than 5 years older than Charity and she should have been very beautiful but a haughty sour expression marred her austere good looks to the point of ruination.

' That is correct My Lady'. Guy replied through gritted teeth.

' No need for the vinegar faced b**k to look so pleased about it'. He muttered aside to Charity.

' I am also told......' Now Lady Agatha really did sound as if she was getting some vile enjoyment from this......' that it is only thanks to the timely intervention of a band of outlaws that Lady Gisborne here is still alive'.



Charity was finding the woman personally offensive now and had to speak. ' I am certainly grateful to the gentlemen you speak of for agreeing to the plan My Lady'. She said with charming sweetness. ' However I am told by a guard at the castle that it was My Lord here and his friend Allan a Dale who realised the danger and sent to ask the outlaws for help. Since they were going to be away themselves saving the life of their King'.

Her clear blue eyes fixed on Lady Merton' who squirmed in discomfort under the innocent direct gaze.



Merton spoke up once again. ' I will look into all that you have claimed to do recently Sir Guy. If I find it to be true then I will make enquiries into the possibility of some of Vasey's confiscated wealth being used to re build Loxley. Now if you ladies will excuse us I think Sir Guy and I have business to discuss.'



Lady Merton stood up. ' Would you like to follow me Lady Gisborne ?' She said icily and Charity followed her out towards the solar.



Merton poured wine handing a cup to Guy then sat back down. ' Let us speak plainly Gisborne'. He said. ' You and I have never been friends and the prospect of working together is hardly an enjoyable one. However. It is the King's wish that we do so.

Which leaves us with little choice'.



Guy took a sip of his wine before speaking. ' Actually My Lord I think we have a great deal of choice.' He put down his cup and let his fingers rest together on the table in front of him.

'The King has spent a good deal of time having me watched so no doubt he knows I can't stand the sight of you.

But he wants me to work with you for a year to earn his pardon for my past.

That will include some land to be in the Gisborne name. Which I'm sure you know is something I have wanted for a long time.

I consider having to be with you for a year a small price to pay for the rest of my life to be free. Surely you can do the same'.



He smirked at Merton who clearly had not been expecting this speech.



Merton wasn't willing to give in too easily though. ' As long as you realise Gisborne that your pardon is reliant on my good will. The King may be willing to believe that you underwent some ' Road to Damascus' transformation after your wedding. I will need a lot more convincing.

Nor will I be lenient with you. One return to your behaviour under Vasey and you'll be under lock and key in a heart beat'.



Guy choked on a mouthful of wine. ' You're not suggesting that criminals get no more than a slap on the hand and told ' don't do it again' ?



Merton shook his head irritably. ' No.....We up hold the law. We severely punish those who break it and dispense the King's Justice.

We do not indulge in plots to usurp the throne. Nor the wanton thuggery that Vasey so encouraged in you.'



Guy grinned. ' Well we agree on something at least. That Vasey's method of running Nottingham was b*g useless.

I do think there's a place for wanton thuggery though. For those really evil pieces of lice s**t who deserve it.

One case in point is a certain Sergeant Hobbs of the castle guard. His list of crimes is as long as my left leg but I personally want to have a go at him for burning down my home with every intention of killing my wife in the process'.



Merton thought about this. ' As the well being of your Lady is the point here

I think we can make an exception this time '. He said gravely. ' But you will not make a habit of it Gisborne'.



Guy was on his feet. He nodded a reverence to Merton and headed off to the guards quarters. A dark angel of retribution.





The Gisbornes had been giving a bed for the night at the castle. The only time Charity had stayed there except for her night in the dungeons.



She had not enjoyed Lady Merton's company.

A sour disapproving woman who looked as though life had no joy in it for her. Charity had offered the hand of friendship to her but it had been brushed aside. Agatha had a streak of patrician Norman pride that would not accept pity.

She showed a marked contempt for Guy personally although Charity could see the signs of a woman stirred like never before and very uncomfortable with it.

This was no sort of surprise. Charity herself never ceased to be as stirred as a whirlpool by her charismatic, devastatingly sexy husband.



She couldn't see how any woman could fail to fall for his charm. When first married she had been haunted by the worry of how she would keep her husband when beautiful women all over the county made themselves available for him.

But gradually she had gained confidence in his love and passion for her and the fear had faded. Though her need to please him never did.



She was in bed when Guy entered their room. He was considerably riled up and she watched a little fearfully as he pulled off his gloves and jacket.

She slid out of bed and approached him. ' A difficult evening My Lord ?' she asked reaching out a hand to touch him.

' Yes'. It was a snarl. And he instantly regretted it as Charity's hand slid from his shoulder. None of this was her fault.



He took her hand and kissed it with a tender smile. ' Yes it was very trying'. He said more gently this time. ' Merton, understandably I suppose, finds it hard to believe I might have been changing my behaviour. He's going to take a lot of convincing that I have. That wouldn't concern me but for the fact that the King will be basing his decision about my pardon on Merton's report of me'.



Charity's arms were around him now. ' Are you thinking that Merton might tell the King lies about you. Make out that you're no different to before ?'



Guy shrugged. 'We've always been on opposite sides before. His family completely loyal to King Richard. Me making my dislike of the man's leeching of this country's blood for his so called Holy War very clear. Added to that I was loyal to Vasey who murdered Merton's father in cold blood. He doesn't think I should be pardoned'.



' But'....Charity was furious. ' He can't tell lies about you. You're earning your pardon I know you are. And he can't just go and deliberately deprive you of it.

I won't allow him to............' .



She jumped up. Pulling on a robe over her night gown.



' Charity'. Guy snapped. ' Calm down and tell me what the hell you're doing'.



' I'm going to see our new Sheriff. To tell him that if he does this to you then he's............' She thought of a suitable insult.........' Well he's no better than Vasey'.



Seeing her all fuming angry on his behalf was like a comforting balm to Guy's nerves. But he couldn't have her rushing into hot headed battle like this.



' Angel.' He grabbed her hand. ' It means more than I can say to have you so much on my side. But you can't go to see Merton like this. You have to think about what you say.

I'm worried about how he'll play this but I can't be sure. Talk to him when you're calmer and thinking more rationally'.

He felt her relaxing and her temper cooling. ' You could help yourself by opening up to him'. She commented. Let him in on your thoughts.......A few of them any way.'



With a wolfish grin he pulled her against his body letting her feel his arousal. ' Oh definitely only the appropriate ones. Can't go telling him what I'm thinking now for example'.



Charity looked at hi beguilingly. ' And what are you thinking pray ?'



' About you, naturally'. Guy said. 'And naked'. She pulled of her night gown so she stood before him with the torch light making her creamy skin glow. The heat from Guy's eyes keeping her very warm



' And is that all you're thinking of ?' She asked softly. ' Me stood here naked with you devouring me with your eyes '.



' Oh no'. Guy purred. ' In my mind you're on your knees'. She sank down obediently smiling up at him as she faced his bulging laces. ' That look most uncomfortable My Lord'. She murmured kittenishly. ' Would you like me to unfasten you ?'

Guy gave his rumbling chuckle running his hands through her hair.

'Oh very good. My Lady can read my mind'.



Nimble fingers unfastened his laces and his breath quickened as his c0ck swung free. A mere quarter inch from Charity's edible rose lips. Her huge blue eyes glowing with love and total trust smiled up at him.

A bead of pre come oozed out of his c0ck tip and Guy groaned as a coral tongue slid from Charity's mouth to lap it up.

One small hand grasped the base and began to rub up and down the long thick shaft as she lavished tiny licks and kisses on the heavy ball sacs.

' Oh.........f*ck.....that's just..........' A wordless groan was all that Guy managed as Charity let her kisses trail up the length of his shaft.

Smiling playfully she paused before taking the oozing head into her mouth. Lips rubbing over the sensitive flesh and tongue drinking in the sweet oozing fluid. Her hand worked gently on the ball sacs as her lips slid up and down taking as much of the shaft as possible.

Guy was having to grip onto the bed behind him as his knees buckled from the pleasure.

' F*ck.........' He muttered again. ' Oh G*d...that's bl**dy wonderful.........I'm getting close Angel........Want to F*ck you.........'.



Charity lifted her head rubbing the shaft with her hand. ' I want you in my mouth darling'. She purred softly. ' This is all for you. Let me hear you scream for me. Fill my mouth. Let me swallow you down'.



This was enough, As soon as her mouth resumed its work Guy's balls tightened and groaning her name over and over he spurted down her eager throat'.



They climbed into bed and entwined together beneath the covers. ' Darling....?.' Guy asked softly.

' mmm ?'

' Promise you won't give Merton what for tomorrow. Let me talk to him first'.

Charity smiled and kissed his bare chest. ' As My Lord commands'.

She answered sweetly as she fell asleep.



TBC