Faith Hope and Charity

Part 4........Wedding Day and Night.

Guy did not sleep at all well. He took an age to fall asleep and having done so began to dream.

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Marian walked towards Guy waiting for her in church. Her lovely face impassive and cold. Reaching him she smiled and announced that she was in love with Robin and would marry only him.
Laughing she punched Guy in the jaw and ran to Robin who had appeared at the church door. His mocking laughter joining hers.

Then Marian was before Guy again in a simple white dress and with Guy's sword buried in her belly.

Charity in Marian's wedding gown walked into the church. Seeing the lifeless body of Marian lying there in a pool of blood she shot Guy a look of hatred and walked out of the church leaving him totally alone..........................

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Guy woke sweating and trembling. Charity would have all night to think of all she'd heard of his confession.
Ample time to realise what a vile monster he was and how she could not spend her life with him.
This was the punishment he deserved. A life without warmth or love. He would be left alone at the church again........How the village would laugh.

Dawn......Thornton found the Master he loathed brooding by the fire.

'The village are looking forward to another fiasco I expect'. Gisborne said in a voice heavy with world weariness.
' I told Lady Charity everything. Purged myself. Having thought about it all night. How can she still want to go through with the wedding ?'

' She seems to care about you Sir'. Thornton remarked. Though he couldn't imagine why she did. Realisation dawned...........
'Are you thinking of not going to the church at all Sir ?' He asked.

The Gisborne sneer was back. ' Disappointed to think you, the whole staff and the village will miss out on seeing me humiliated when she doesn't come or punches me as Marian did ?'

Thornton was shocked. The arrogant Gisborne really did think Lady Charity would have changed her mind about him and had spent the night in dread of it.

' My Lord.' He said tentatively. ' I really do think that if the lady does change her mind she will let you know in plenty of time. If you hear nothing then I advise you still to go to the church'.

' You think it possible she will ?' Guy asked the old servant.

' I would not venture to guess Sir' was the reply. 'But if she does arrive and you are not there to marry her..................'.

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Dressed in his ceremonial best, even having shaved. Guy walked through the silent throng of villagers and servants and into the church.

Beneath the leather his muscles were in tight knots of tension. He sat for what felt like a life time. Mouth dry and heart thumping.......................................

Outside there came the sound of happy chatter. Guy heard Charity's voice interspersed with servants and peasants. Talking like old friends.

She sounded happy and carefree. A good sign surely.

He turned and she was standing in the church door with her father.

A dress of soft ivy green showed off a deliciously curvy body. Her hair hung in a long plait and a wreath of flowers and leaves held her mother's delicate lace veil in place.
Tension vanished from Guy's body and forgetting expected procedure all but ran forward meeting Charity in the aisle.

Taking her hand from her father he kissed it in blessed relief. 'I thought you might change your mind'. He managed to say finally through the lump of emotion in his throat.

Charity smiled and took his hand under her veil and kissed it too. 'No'. She said gently. ' Let's get the business out of the way then we can celebrate'...............

Father Augustine made the pronouncement that they were now man and wife. Guy lifted the lace from Charity's face and lowered his mouth to hers. ' Thank You'. he whispered just before their lips met.

'Bravo........Bravo Indeed !' It was the raucous merry voice of Percival Tuck. 'God bless you both My Children'.


Charity suggested they walk the short distance back to the Manor.

' Loxely is meant to be a community'. She said to Guy. ' A community that you and I should still be part of though we are in authority.
I'm sure the villagers will co operate with us better if we don't cut ourselves off from them'.

There was no doubting that she was talking some sense. Charity had made more headway with the people of Loxley in a week than Guy ever had in all his time there'.

And this was her day. Today Lady Charity of Gisborne was Queen and her new husband was in no mind to refuse her anything.

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During dinner , Guy carried out a conversation with his Father in law whilst under the table his fingers tangled sinuously with Charity's as well as stroking the inside of her wrist and paddling on her palm. A seemingly innocent game that had her senses in a whirl.

A storyteller passing through the area had been hired to entertain the party. The summer day was fading towards night and flickering torches gave dramatic atmosphere to the welsh tale of Blodeuwedd ( A woman made from flowers).
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The new Lady Gisborne was transfixed both by the power of the story and of her Lord.

Guy had an arm around her. Every so often tilting her face to share a kiss with her.
Charity was in heaven. She'd kissed with boys on her father's estate over the years. But this was kissing with a man and it showed.
No crude fumbling battle of inexperienced mouths and hands. Guy knew how different moves of lips and tongue could feel and how brief tantalising caresses of a hand on her body would arouse yet not yet satisfy her.
So she followed his lead her lips and tongue mirroring his. Her reward being her Lord's smile of delight at her eagerness.

married. Her responsiveness to him pure magic. She wanted his attentions and to give hers in return. Helping her learn how would be no hardship at all.

The tale had come to an end with the treacherous Blodeuwedd getting her comeuppance.

'Time for bed do you think My Lady'? Guy murmured. His finger had just brushed accidentally on purpose against the underside of Charity's breast and her tiny whimper told him she was more than ready for some privacy.

Guy took a cursory leave of Lords Vasey and Clitheroe and bade goodnight to the guests.

There should have been a ceremonial 'putting to bed' but Guy had no intention of enduring this when he just wanted to get his delectable wife alone.

So her gave her his arm and led her from the hall giving a 'not if you want to keep your teeth' look to the traditionalists who tried to follow.

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The ivy green gown lay discarded on the floor.
Guy sitting on the edge of the bed watched as Charity shook out her hair loosed from its plait. He made sure it was all down her back before he turned her to face him wanting an unhindered view as she stood there shyly in her linen shift.

'Shall we lose that too ?' Guy asked raising an eyebrow.
He saw the shadow of fear cloud his bride's face. In this moment she looked very young and deeply vulnerable. A virgin with no Mother to ask questions of, just a step mother not willing to share her knowledge.

Drawing the trembling girl forward he sat her on his sturdy lap. 'It's normal for you to be nervous tonight'. He stroked her face and hair as though she were a child. All gentleness and compassion. ' But I want you to know I won't force you to do anything that you don't want to do.
This should be a special night for us both. I'll do all I can to make it as enjoyable for you as it is for me.
There will be a little pain but I'll get you so wet and aroused that it won't be too bad.........
Will you trust me ?'

Charity nodded and proved it by standing up and pulling the shift over her head. Her back was turned so Guy got a wondrous view of a plump firm backside above stout but shapely legs. The curtain of hair flicked behind her once more as she turned.
Guy's cock gave an uncomfortable twitch against his laced leather crotch as he saw her full creamy breasts with large dark pink erect nipples. Her belly was round and soft above a neat thatch of golden pubic curls.

' Do I please My Lord ?' She asked with artless innocence. Guy's thighs opened and she found herself stood the closest to a man that she had ever been. His aroused manhood hard against her thigh.
'You've pleased me all this week sweet Charity'. He told her as his mouth nibbled her throat and moved downwards. I think I'll be even more pleased when tonight is done.'

A moan of delight slipped from Charity's lips as Guy's found first one of her nipples then the other. His tongue swirling over the firm sensitive peaks as his hands stroked the soft mounds.
' These are the the most stunning tits I've ever seen or tasted, such sweet skin' He crooned admiringly his vibrations heightening Charity's arousal and she began to moan in earnest.
One of Guy's hands slid between her thighs and finding her dripping wet slid a finger into the slippery soft folds.
'Good girl'. He soughed tenderly. 'Letting yourself become so ready for me'.

A juice wet finger found her engorged clit and massaged it in smooth circles. Charity gave a sob of pleasure........'Oooooh......Guy !.......Heaven help me I didn't think it would be like this.............' And the first orgasm of her life hit her like a wave.

The tremors gently faded and Guy moved his finger away smiling as he sucked off the juice.
The lovely face before him flushed and happily relaxed was an adorable sight. He kissed her yet again. ' Want some more ?' He asked huskily and as she smiled angelically he lifted her onto the bed.

Charity watched in wonder as her husband's amazing, lean but muscular body appeared before her. ' You have to be the most handsome man I've ever seen'. her awe was so heart felt that Guy forgot to feel smug, just deeply flattered.

Her eyes settled with half fearful fascination on the awesomely impressive erection rising from a nest of dark pubic hair.

As Guy 's tall form settled beside her Charity put out a hand and stroked it in wonder across a well defined chest, rippling abdomen and thigh's honed by military training and hours in the saddle.
Feeling bolder she moved onto a backside so smooth, firm and beautifully shaped she couldn't stop herself bending to kiss it.
Now she steeled herself to stroke her fingers along the length of Guy's cock. Hard as steel yet smooth as velvet.

A low groan from Guy delighted her. ' Is that nice ?' She asked sweetly.

' Bloody wonderful'. was the heart felt reply. ' But I want to get inside you. ......I'll be gentle. I promise'.

Charity held out her arms. 'I trust you'. She whispered. ' And I want to feel you inside me too'.

The tip of her husband's cock slid into her sodden warmth and slowly she felt herself become wonderfully filled. He reached a barrier and stopped.
'This will hurt I'm afraid'. Then he drew back and pushed forwards breaking the unseen membrane drawing a quick anguished moan from Charity.
' There now'. Guy lay still and kissed away the tears that sprang from the blue eyes beneath him. 'That's the worst over now. But I'll go slowly.'

He recommenced his slow steady movements. A slight twisting of his hips on the forward thrust.
Pain faded and began to change to pleasure. 'Ahhhhhh'........Charity sighed. The pleasure began to grow and sighs turned to soft mewing and moaning.
'Guy!.............Oooohhh.....Aaaaah.....That's just.....just....wonderful....aaahhh.....Yes!!'

Another orgasm washed over her and she pushed her hips upwards to meet Guy's beautiful thrusts. Crying out her ecstasy to the rafters.

Guy who knew he had at last found out the difference between f**king and making love groaned loudly as he shot his seed into his wife's lovely womb.

They lay bodies tangled together in a post orgasmic glow. Kisses soft and drowsy after lust was satisfied.

'When Vasey said he was helping me by getting me a wife I thought there was some sick joke in the air'. Guy said in amusement. ' He told me...'I don't expect you to get lovey dovey with the girl. In fact I advise against it.......' '. They both chuckled at this rather good impersonation of the Sheriff.
'He'll be so p***ed off to see that I'm getting very fond of you already. And that I've found out you're sensational in bed'.
He kissed her happily. ' I've got a wife and a friend in one. And I'm going to enjoy getting to know you'.

Charity snuggled against him. 'I'm glad to be your wife too my Dark Knight.......

You captivate me Guy of Gisborne. I swear there are depths to you that no one, and certainly not Vasey has bothered to explore. I'm going to though and in great detail.'

Guy sighed. 'Didn't you hear enough in my confession ? I'm a lost cause'.

Charity gave an enigmatic smile. 'I heard enough to make me curious about you.
A lost cause ? Who will give up the chance of escape and return to fight and die beside the one he loves. Who should have sent her to hang as a criminal. But risked his own life to spare her.
You're flawed, you're weak and easy to manipulate but I believe you're not beyond redemption.'

She drifted to sleep, happily exhausted and secure in Guy's arms. Guy lay awake for a while. Reflecting in silent wonder on her words. ' Not beyond redemption'.

If she could believe this of him then perhaps he could too.
A genuine warm smile touched his lips and lit his eyes as he clasped his wife close to the heart she'd begun to warm...........At peace for the first time in ages he slept untroubled by dreams.

TBC