Pleasure for Pleasure

Pleasure for Pleasure Pt III

Marian awoke from a troubled sleep, feeling far from refreshed. The dawn was coming. She could see the grey streaks of light through the opaque windows. She looked down; the sides of her shift were still agape from Guy’s administrations of the night before. She did up the fasteners and walked over to the door and called for a servant. A little while later a serving girl returned with a bowl of warm water and some linen and a bar of soap. Marian thanked her, about to dip the cloth in the water when she noticed the girl going for the scrap of linen she had thrown across the room the night before.

“Leave that, I will see to it myself.” Marian blushed profusely.

The girl half curtsied and hurried from the room. Marian walked over to the discarded material, picking it up by a corner; she threw it into the fireplace. She put both of her hands on her face to cool the burning in her cheeks, watching as the fire consumed the evidence of his desire for her. Needing the distraction, Marian went over to the bowl and pulled her shift over her head. She worked up lather on the cloth and soaped down her body. It was hard to not recall the feel of Guy’s hands on her skin.

Marian sighed. She had promised Guy that she would stay. What had transpired between them yesterday should have had her running for the safety of Sherwood Forest, yet she was still here. Robin had been more astute in the matter of Sir Guy of Gisborne than she had, it seemed. She was stirred by him in a way that Robin had never affected her. Would she have allowed him such liberties before the marriage bed? She didn’t think so. Maybe her close brush with death was making her behave so wantonly.

Marian dressed quickly, the room was cold even with the fire blazing in the hearth, and the heat had not yet reached her corner of the room. It was going to be difficult to look Guy in the face at breakfast this morning. Marian walked slowly to great hall, in no hurry to get there. She opened her mouth to scream as strong arms pulled her into an alcove. If she didn’t know it was Guy, this man would have already been rolling around on the floor as an after effect of a well placed knee in his groin.

“Sleep well Marian?” He breathed in her ear, before lifting her from the floor in a tight embrace and crushing his lips to hers, opening her mouth and tasting her. She felt as if the air had been sucked from her lungs as he released her and let her slowly slide down his lean body.

“That will give you something to think about. If you want me, you know where to find me. I will not come to you again. See you in the hall.” He strode off with not so much of a backward glance, his spurs clinking on the stone floor.

Marian touched her bruised lips. There had been a hard, angry edge to his voice, which told her he was still annoyed at her for the night before. She drew a few deep breaths and went off in the same direction as her tormentor, and entered the hall. Vasey was already seated and enjoying a slab of bread and butter and some wine.

Marian seated herself at the table and cut a slice of bread and poured a cup of ale. Guy was sitting across the table from her. Marian tried to make eye contact with him, but he was acting as if she were invisible as he talked with the sheriff about the day’s plans.

Marian thought he was going to ignore her altogether, until he rose from the table to leave, giving Marian a penetrating stare, his tongue rimming his lower lip, purposefully reminding her how it had been employed the night before. A slow ache built between her thighs. Guy smirked at her before walking off out of the hall. She felt irritated, wondering what he had read on her face to put that smile on his.

“You are looking a bit flushed Marian, sure you are not sickening for something?” asked the sheriff, disinterestedly.

“No-no my lord sheriff.” Marian said quietly as she attempted to swallow down the bread, which may have well been sawdust for all she tasted of it.

“Excuse me.” Marian got up from the seat and started to walk away.

“Remember, you are not to leave the castle.” Vasey reminded her.

She nodded. There would be no getting around Guy anymore for a few hours of freedom. He was not so indulgent where her needs were concerned, unless you counted...Marian cursed under her breath.

In the end, she spent the rest of the day very fed up, wandering around the castle ramparts like a lost spirit. It had given her something she did not want, too much time to think.

Did Guy really love her as he claimed to? It had not been that long ago that he had asked her to marry him again. If she gave in to him and gave him what he wanted...no...Her inner voice told her, what they both wanted, would he renew his proposal? She was betrothed to Robin, but it was more of an understanding than an official betrothal. Some would say Guy was more her betrothed than Robin.

Marian’s hand went to the concealed pocket of her gown and took out the ring Robin had given her. Some hasty words over a man’s grave, hardly the embodiment of love. Even the two times Guy had proposed, he had not been so crass as to compare her to his weapon. He had risked his own life to save her at least three times. So what was she supposed to do, lie with him out of gratitude? What happened if he got her with child?

She had heard that if a man pulled out at the final moment and spilled himself elsewhere, there was less chance of a babe. Servant talk was a wealth of information at times such as these. Marian touched her stomach remembering how it had felt when he had spent himself on her. It had felt warm against her naked skin; would it feel like that if he came inside her? Would she be able to stop, or would she want all of him?

So many questions in her mind, none with a clear answer. But she did know that every time he touched her, her body revelled in his touch. Most girls of her age were already wedded and bedded. Now she knew what it involved, she wanted what they had too.

The rest of the day dragged on and at sunset she was expected to join them in the great hall again. This time Marian was wary as she approached the hall. Unconsciously she lingered at the same alcove of the morning’s encounter. She was not disappointed as she felt the gloved leather hands take her into the shadows once more. She had missed him, and had watched from a window for his return.

This time Guy did not turn her around. His breath stirred her hair as he spoke against her ear. She felt him fumbling behind her, at first she was afraid he was unlacing himself, but she felt the movement as he tucked a glove into his belt.

“I saw you waiting for me. Did you miss me?”

“No,”

“Liar.” He breathed.

She felt a cold draught as he lifted the hem of her gown.

“Guy...I...someone might see us!”

“What a stimulating thought.”

His fingers rested on the curve of her behind. Marian heard the sharp intake of breath as he found her unclothed beneath her dress. She was horrified to remember she had left off her undergarments in her haste to dress this morning. Marian was glad of the press of the cold stone wall against her cheek. It cooled the heat in her blood for a moment, until she felt him slide a hand between her legs, and part them. He ran the length of one long finger along her folds, before thrusting a finger inside her.

“You are already soaked Marian; enlighten me as to just how much you haven’t been missing me.” His thumb grazed her clit.

She kept her mouth tightly closed as she sagged against the wall. He slipped another finger in. He was rewarded with a low moan.

“Tell me, when my fingers are inside you, do you imagine it is my fingers or my cock buried so deeply within you?”
Guy laughed in her ear, before removing his fingers and leaving her there.

“See you in the great hall.” He repeated his mocking words of the morning.

She listened to him depart. Marian took several moments to compose herself. Hoping she did not look like the abandoned woman, she felt she was. Marian entered the hall just in time to see Guy pop a thick slab of meat in his mouth. She was left in no doubt which fingers he was using as he licked along the length of them until they were clean. He gave her a smile that bordered on sin.

Her fists curled at her sides as she sank into a chair, before she fell on the floor, her legs barely able to support her. Marian looked at her plate. If he wanted it so badly, he was going to get it. She would not allow him to taunt her any longer. She was never one to back away from a challenge, and she would not start now.

She cleared her throat. “Sir Guy, what are your plans for this evening.”

He raised a brow, surprised she had asked him a direct question.

The sheriff interrupted her. “He has to ride out early on business for me tomorrow, so he is staying here.”

She picked at the food on her trencher before eating a little. Marian drank deeply from the goblet of wine at her side and gaining courage from its ruby liquid. She lifted a napkin to dab at her lips and hid her triumphant smile.

“May I be excused, my lord?” she enquired after Vasey.

He nodded almost imperceptibly. Marian stole a glance at Guy, noting his disappointment at her departure. She returned to her room, ordering Sarah to bring her bath. If she was going to be his, she was going to do it right. She took Robin’s ring from her pocket and put it away in her casket. For years she had been doing the right thing by others, now she wanted to do something for herself.

Marian lay back in the scented, petal strewn tub and closed her eyes. She washed her hair and soaped herself before washing it off and stepping out of the tub. She dried herself and walked over to the large trunk at the foot of her bed and lifted the heavy lid. At the bottom of the trunk almost entirely concealed by other garments, was a long white filmy bed gown. She had never worn as it had been intended for her to wear to the bridal bed on her marriage to Guy. It finally seemed the right occasion to wear it, as she lifted it from the box and removed the stray sprigs of lavender that clung to it.

Marian slipped it over her head and sat by the fire and combed out her damp hair. It curled as it dried. She took a long drink from the jug of water by her bed, before picking up her garnet coloured robe and putting it on. She walked unsteadily across the room to the door, stumbling slightly as her foot hit an uneven stone.

The mountain had already told her he wasn’t coming to Mohammed, so Mohammed had to go to him. Marian knew his pride would never allow himself to be vulnerable to her like that again, like last night. She was as nervous as any maid on her wedding night, but this felt right and she wanted him. She could finally admit that to herself. Marian opened the door and made sure the hallway was empty, before proceeding down its draughty length.

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Guy sat back in his chair by the fire, staring bitterly into the flames. He could make her want him, but he wanted more than that. He had loved her longer than he could remember, but still last night he had hoped for a sign that she was ready to let him in, not just physically, but emotionally.

Maybe he should get away from the castle for a while, there had to be somewhere his lord could send him.

He had challenged her, but he knew she would never come to him. He was not good enough for her. No noblewoman had ever wanted him. Guy rose from the chair, about to lose his resolve and seek her out, but he sat back down in the seat again.

He was lost so deep in his own misery that he did not hear the soft footfalls as she entered the room. Marian turned the key in the lock, almost to keep herself in, as well as avoid unwanted disruptions before she lost her nerve.

It gave her a moment to observe him unnoticed. He seemed so large, not in build, but height. Some of her fear of giving into him had been that size. Her heart contracted as she looked at him and she knew she felt more than desire for him. The thought of his possession excited her.

“Guy?”

His head shot up at the sound of her voice.

“Marian.”

It was a shocked statement. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, when he opened them again; he was surprised to see she was still standing there, flesh and blood and not an imagined ghost of his yearning.

Guy got up from the seat by the fire and walked towards her, eating up the distance easily with his long legs.

“What do you want Marian, to torment me some more?”

“Torment you? Guy I ...” The time for words was past. Marian unbelted her robe and let it fall to the floor.

Guy looked her, the floor length white night robe, translucent against her flesh. His gaze travelled over the paleness of her skin at her throat, and the way the material dipped between her breasts. He could see the rose tipped nipples beneath it as they hardened in anticipation of his touch. But still he was afraid to take what was offered.

“You are giving yourself to me, willingly. No going back, no last regrets?”

Marian was the one to silence him for a change as she placed a finger on his lips, and slipped her hands inside his leather jacket, pushing it off his shoulders and discarding on the floor. She shocked him further by lifting the edges of his black tunic and pulling it up over his head. Her hands rested on his chest for a moment, before she took his hand and led him over to the ebony four poster bed.

“There, we are more equal now.”

Marian pushed him down, so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and she knelt between his legs. She could already see the evidence of his desire, as he strained against the laces of his leather trousers. Marian looked up at him before burying her head between his legs. He could feel her warm breath through the material.

Marian found the tie to his laces with her teeth and she tugged on it. It slipped easily from the eyelet and pulled again from the other side. Guy thrust his hands through her hair as he felt her tongue slip through the gap she had made.

Guy gripped the bedpost as her tongue swirled around the girth of his cock. She teased him like that for several moments before replacing her it with her hands and she removed the rest of his bindings and tugged at his trousers and pulled them slowly from his legs, pausing to remove his boots before completing her task.

He sat naked on the bed before her and he was every bit as glorious as she had imagined, from the top of his head to the tips of his feet, but her eyes seemed anchored to his manhood, long and hard and resting against his belly, surrounded by a sprinkling of black hair. A bead of clear moisture glistened on the tip.

Guy grew harder under her gaze, as her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed with need. Marian lowered her head again licking the wetness from the tip and enveloped his cock in her mouth, tasting his saltiness on her tongue. Her hand cupped his balls for the first time, they felt strange to the touch, but as she stroked them, his moans grew louder. Guy watched as she worked up and down his length. She was if anything a quick study. He closed his eyes and touched her hair, if he did not put a stop to this now, there would be a repeat performance of yesterday.

“Marian.”

She seemed to understand his gentle command, as she let him slip from her mouth and stood up. Marian bunched up the material of her night robe and began to lift it, but he stayed her movements with his hands. He got up from the bed and stood next to her.

“Here, let me.” He breathed.

His fingers hooked between the folds of the gown above her breasts and in one fluid movement he tore the delicate fabric from her body and it fell to the ground.

“Now we are equal.” He smiled.

Guy crushed her to him, his manhood pressed against her, velvety, yet solid. Marian opened her mouth in anticipation of his kiss, eagerly meeting him as his tongue joined to hers. He plundered her mouth, while his hands lifted her up against him and she wrapped her legs around his waist, opening herself to him. He pressed her against the bedpost to stop them from falling, as he thrust against her belly.

He could feel her dampness against his skin and her scent drove him mad. He wanted nothing more than to plunge himself into her virgin depths and claim her as his, but he reigned in his need, instead depositing her on the bed and covering her body with his own.

Marian parted her thighs again, and thrust her hips against him.

“Guy, I need you inside me.”

“Patience.” He kissed her. “I have waited for this moment for a long time; I want to make sure we both enjoy it.”

He lowered his head and cupped a breast to his lips, sucking the nipple into his mouth, causing a wave of heat to spread right to her womb. She felt a slight tug as he removed his lips and suckled at the curve, leaving a shadowy red mark, which branded her as his. It excited her and she had the feeling she would ache in many unaccustomed places before they were over.

He trailed kisses down her stomach, to the flat planes of her abdomen, her skin prickled at the rough feel of his stubble, enjoying the friction. He stopped at the dark curls between her legs; moisture clung to them, the evidence of her need for him. Guy brushed them with his thumb, before parting her folds, opening her up to his gaze.

Marian let out a little scream and clutched the sheets as his tongue flicked out and made contact with her clit, before he drew it fully into his mouth and sucked at it like her breast. He slipped two fingers into her while his tongue touched her most intimate parts, he widened them a little, and she gasped, it hurt. Guy removed his mouth from her and looked up at her.

“It will make it easier for you when I take you. I do not want to hurt you any more than I have to. Trust me.”

Marian nodded.

“Are you ready for me?”

Marian nodded again.

“Take me in Marian, make me yours.”

He pulled himself up on to his elbows, resting either side of her head. They looked at each other, the only sounds in the room was their laboured breathing. Marian shifted her hips underneath him, and parted her legs. She could feel the head of his cock nudging against her. She wrapped her hand around it and brushed the tip against her wet opening, coating it with her juices. She lifted herself. He slid in a little, stretching her, the feeling was not unpleasant, and he sank in a little further, reaching her barrier.

“Guy, I can’t...” His eyes widened in shock. She would deny him again?

"No, I mean I can’t...I am afraid. You are so big...please?” She begged.

Guy put his hand between their bodies, and gently kissed her on the lips and he thrust forward and swiftly, not wanting to string out her pain.

Marian cried out as he tore her, filling her, stretching her, she broke their kiss and bit into his shoulder to absorb the pain. Guy stroked away the tear that slid down her cheek not daring to move. She felt so hot and tight, one stroke and he was sure he would come.

Marian’s grip on his shoulder lessened, sure she could taste blood in her mouth. The pain was fading, and it was as if she had been reborn. The feeling of him feeling her so completely was not unpleasant, apart from her own slight soreness. She wriggled against him experimentally. Guy was under enough control, to trust himself to move. He pulled out, and sank back into her, up to the hilt. Marian’s eyes widened.

Guy lifted her legs and encouraged her to wrap them around his waist. He repeated the movement. Of their own desire her hands rested on his firm backside, gripping him, pushing against him in rhythm with his thrusts. He penetrated her mouth with his tongue, heightening the pleasure of his possession of her body. Instinct was taking them both over; the bed was rocking dangerously with the force of their coupling. Marian felt as if she couldn’t get him inside her deep enough and if she were to die this moment, nothing of her whole life could compare to having Guy within her.

Marian recognised the feelings building inside her. Guy could feel her inner walls clinging to him. He speeded up his movements as she hurtled towards her release. Marian cried out loudly as she came, expecting to feel the warm release as Guy joined her. Instead he slowed as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

“Guy, you haven’t...”

She had little chance to say more, as he slipped out of her and turned her over on to her stomach and lifted her hips to meet him. He put his hand between her legs to spread her wider and fit himself between them. With her virginity already breached, there was no fear of causing her pain. He thrust back into her, and hard, as she encased him in her wet heat. Marian gripped the edges of the bed waiting for him to move. He just knelt behind her, holding her hips, pushing against her, sliding in a little more.

Never in her wildest thoughts did she think she would feel the tug of desire again so soon. But he felt so good inside of her, and she was willing to risk all to have him spend himself within her. All thoughts of her earlier plan fled from her mind.

Guy’s attention was distracted for a moment. He thought he had seen a movement in the shadows. There was only one person he knew who behaved in such a way. Hood was here, in his chamber, looking for Marian? Guy looked down at the back of her head, a slow smile on his face. It was not the first occasion he had sensed his enemy watching him. Well if he was there, he would give him something to see this time.

“Tell me what you want Marian.” Guy breathed, as he pulled out and thrust into her.

Marian groaned. Guy repeated the movement.

I...” She hid her face in the covers.

Guy gripped her hips harder, pounding into her. The feel of him filling her so totally was driving her mad.

“Tell me Marian what you need and I will give it to you.” His breath was coming in harsh pants as he struggled to control himself.

Marian needed release from this heat that coursed through her veins as her walls tightened around his cock, reluctant to release him.

“I want you to come in me...please Guy.” She begged, unable to think of anything else but the time he had spilled himself on her. She wanted to feel that heat inside of her. “Give me your seed.”

He glanced at the alcove. If he had imagined anyone there, it was empty now. He flipped her over, on to her back. He felt ashamed at his thirst for revenge and took it out on her body, as he hooked her legs over his shoulders and punished her body with his cock. Marian’s eyes glazed over, and he could feel his balls tighten, as his own orgasm peaked and he did as she asked. His hips jerking, as he poured his liquid heat into the heart of her, filling her with his seed.

Marian gloried in the feel of him. “I love you.” Was wrenched from her lips as she joined him in ecstasy almost simultaneously.

Their movements stilled and Guy collapsed on to her chest, his body slick with sweat. He rolled off her on to his side, taking him with her; she nestled into the crook of his arm. Guy pulled the blankets up around them. Her limbs felt lethargic, but satiated. It was then she noticed the blood on his shoulder.

“Did I do that?” She gasped.

“I have had worse war wounds.” He dismissed it. “How do you feel, did I hurt you very much?”

“A little.” She lied. “Guy about what I just said...”

“It is okay Marian, I understand, people say things they do not mean in the heat of passion.”

She grew angry at him. “But I did mean it! Do you think I go around telling every man I share a bed with that I love him?”

Guy smirked at her, hardly able to believe what she was telling him.

“Evidence would suggest that I am the only man you have shared a bed with.”

She blushed. Guy stroked her cheek. “Still so maidenly, no longer my maid Marian, but something better. Give me a while to recover my love and we can continue your education, besides I have other things on my mind.”

Marian averted her eyes as he got up from the bed and walked over to a small box. He brought it back to her. He slipped back between the sheets with her and looked at her expectantly. She lifted the lid. A beautiful silver ring of intricate Celtic patterning nestled in the silk. She had been ready to lie with him and ask nothing, but he was offering her everything in the shape of the ring and the promise of a future together. It felt right, just as their joining had.

Marian nodded. Guy’s smile spread across his face, even softening the hardness of his eyes. He slipped the ring on her finger. A brief image of Robin flashed before her eyes. She would have to hurt him, but she knew now where her future truly lay.

“When?” He asked.

“As soon as possible I think after today’s events....just in case...”

His eyes widened at her meaning. “I will summon a priest on the morning.” He kissed her lips and they lay down together, their whole future stretching before them, at each other’s side.

THE END