Guy and Agnes

I stand in danger of serious waffling and repetition here. So to avoid this, here is a brief description of what has happened between Acre and the next part of the story. Firstly we have the events of series 1 of RH up to Guy's aborted wedding. The next few events are as follows.

After the disaster of his wedding Guy seeks refuge with his old nurse Alys, who loves him despite knowing all he has done. He recalls his old friend Agnes De Vere, whose father now owns a portion of the land taken from the Gisbornes.

Alys reminds him that Agnes deserves more than a fortune hunter. Guy pays a visit to the De Vere house, and is told that Agnes was found to be pregnant and had been sent to a convent to give up her child, then become a nun.

On his return journey Guy meets Agnes, he learns that she bribed her driver to leave her in the forest and instead of the convent took refuge with a friend, Meg a local wise woman, with whom she and her son Luke have lived for 16 years. She tells Guy that as he has suspected, the child is his, and father and son finally meet. Guy realises that while gaining some of his family's land is a consideration, he also has feelings for Agnes herself. He proposes and she accepts. They visit Agnes's father and she asks for the Gisborne land as a dowry.

I hope this makes things clear. We now move forward 3 months to the wedding day.

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During the last few months, Guy and Agnes caught up with each other's lives,explanations were, they both felt, needed as to why so long had passed since they last met. They had managed to iron out their one nasty sticking point. This had begun when Agnes had, to Guy's complete shock, announced in front of her father that she had no intention of living any longer than need be at Locksley.

'There is no denying it Guy'. She had stated fearlessly when confronted.

Your family had land stolen, then Locksley was stolen from Robin. The men he saved from hanging should not have been given the death penalty, so how could he have committed treason that day.

My father has granted us a piece of land that is yours by right. I will be proud to live with you in a house on land owned for so long by the Gisbornes. It does not mean that until that is possible I will not live just as happily with you at Locksley.

She had pulled down his face to hers and kissed him then, with tender passion. 'I love you Guy, and I will be a loyal wife, but my conscience is my own and I will not silence it'.

Guy could not honestly say that his own conscience had been quite so active.

However, he felt a huge respect for the boldness with which Agnes had stood her ground, it would at least allow for some stimulating discussions.

Guy also spent time getting to know his son. Luke was a young man to be proud of. He had his father's looks, but not his vanity, and he had his mother's sweet nature, not to mention her strong mindedness, which Guy remembered well. An excellent carpenter almost at the end of training, Luke's inclination was to remain living with Meg, rather than at Locksley. It was a short enough journey to make visits both ways perfectly possible.


The day of the wedding dawned. Guy arrived at the church with Luke beside him as Grooms man.

They made a very arresting sight together, as the glances of many ladies confirmed. Both tall broad shouldered and with their dazzling, dark good looks.

Luke despite being determined to continue as a carpenter and live in the cottage he had been born in, had nevertheless allowed his father to give him a horse and teach him to ride. He had been a quick learner and like his father seemed to be a natural horseman.

Nearby ladies watched with interest as two pairs of powerful male legs swung their owners gracefully from the saddle. A beautiful blonde peasant girl with melting dark eyes gazed unashamedly at Luke. Guy smiled.

' Have you had a woman yet ?' he enquired. The boy's hung head and blushes at this forthright question told him the answer. 'Best to get it over with soon' he said. ' The first time I mean......that thrust into the unknown.

After that it's just very enjoyable practice '. He suspected that Luke would have little problem finding a willing bed mate. That little blonde there looked as if she would rip the boy's clothes off where he stood if allowed.

The very pleasant thought of a woman lustfully ripping off his clothes brought Guy's mind back to the matter in hand, his wedding.
He and Luke did not have long to wait. Agnes arrived at the church with her Father Sir William De Vere. She was managing to look passably attractive the old man thought.

A simple but exquisitely cut gown in royal blue silk was incredibly flattering and her hair was covered by a delicate veil.

As Agnes stood by Guy's side, he smiled genuinely, gratifyingly pleased by the sight of her. He took her hand and squeezed it, looking into her eyes through the veil and speaking so quietly that only she could hear ' I love you............I thought you ought to know.' In reply Agnes smiled like an angel.

Guy had made it very clear to the priest that he wished to be married with as little 'messing about' as possible. Which accounted for the somewhat sulky expression of the priest as he went through the service at the barest minimum.

Within half an hour, Lord and Lady Gisborne were leaving the church hand in hand.

They travelled back towards Locksley for the wedding feast, travelling by a considerably longer route.

Guy having closed the shutters on the windows was nibbling on Agnes's earlobes and neck, whilst running his hands over her silk covered breasts, feeling the firm buds of aroused nipples.

'Imagine my mouth doing this instead of my hands', he murmured into her ear ' with no silk in the way'.


Agnes gave a soft moan of delight as his words increased the arousal from his lips and hands. She put down a hand now adorned by Guy's mother's ring and ran it over the crotch of Guy's trousers now beginning to strain over a growing erection. 'Now then my Lord much more of this and I shall be removing your clothes right here'. Guy pulled her onto his lap. 'A very good plan my lady but with so little room it would be most uncomfortable..............still there are alternatives'.

He pulled up her silk skirt until be could put a long finger up between her legs. One finger slid inside her, feeling the slippery wetness and thrust gently, a thumb wet itself then began to caress the now erect bud of her clitoris. Why, Guy thought as Agnes gave a gasp which turned into a low moan, did more men not take the time to find this remarkable part of a woman's intimate area. Caressed in the right way it was an orgasm almost guaranteed. Agnes bent her head to kiss Guy as he continued these wonderful ministrations, but he guided her head back up again.

'Look me in the eyes' he said 'I want to watch as you come..............'

Agnes could feel herself almost in a trance. Guy's amazing blue eyes could be seriously hypnotic when he chose.

Keeping noise to a minimum was necessary with the driver so close, but not easy with the feelings flooding through her, she just about managed to restrict her sounds to deep breathy sighs. Every now and again her eyes would close briefly, but keeping her eyes connected to Guy's was so pleasurable that she quickly opened them again. Keeping in the cries of pleasure that her body wanted to utter was frustrating, but it intensified the feelings between her legs,sending them in waves all over her body.

As Guy felt the waves begin to lap against his fingers he thought that an explosion of 'Greek Fire' was being set off inside Agnes's body, making him wonder that the carriage stayed upright.

Her vividly expressive face and eyes told him how intense the waves were becoming, and while this visual display was very erotic, he also longed to hear the sounds she clearly wanted to make. As Agnes reached her peak, it was with a deep satisfied sigh, and murmuring his name like a litany, her lavender eyes still locked upon Guy's.

Putting down her hand again she felt his erection, which by now must be getting painful. ' This I think will not wait until later'. She knelt on the carriage floor and opened Guy's trousers, positioning herself between his legs, enjoying the sight of his muscular thighs, as well as his splendid and very erect cock.

Cupping his balls in her hand, she put her lips over the head, smiling at Guy's groan, as she swirled her tongue over it. Then she began to run her lips up and down the entire length, still swirling her tongue around the head.

She glanced up at Guy's face thrilled to see the pleasure she was creating, and the sound of his groans, which he tried to keep as quiet as possible, was wonderful too. She very briefly removed her mouth to speak. 'Come in my mouth please Guy'. This really was too much for Guy's self control. Only 5 more minutes of these ministrations and he exploded into her waiting throat, returning the compliment of letting her hear her name spoken at that precious moment.


They arrived at Locksley over 20 minutes late. Both post orgasmically glowing and Guy looking not the least bit sorry as he apologised to their guests for neglecting them, whilst he carried his wife over the threshold.

Sir William bustled up to his daughter and son in law, full of righteous indignation. 'How dare you be so rude as to arrive so late!!! The cream of Nottinghamshire society are here. What will they all be thinking. What explanation can you offer for this, young woman?'

Guy looked at his father in law, his expression very dangerous. In a voice ominously quiet he asked the older man to come outside for a moment.

Out side the door he pushed Sir William against the wall, hissing at him nose to nose. 'Let me remind you ,Sir, that in this house, your daughter is Lady of the Manor, and I expect you to show her the respect she deserves, she is not a child, if you hadn't noticed. As for why we arrived here late, your daughter and I got married today, did we not? So....................can you think of what might happen that could make us late?' With that he stalked back into the house.


It was getting very late, Alys, Guy's still loving childhood nurse who had been wiping away happy tears all day, at seeing her boy now happily married to Agnes, had left, accompanied by Luke and Meg, after a long emotional farewell. Some of the other guests had left too, but many remained, keento continue drinking at someone else's expense. Guy hoped they would have shocking heads in the morning.

At last he decided that it was best to just leave them to it. He took Agnes by the hand ' time for bed?' She nodded, smiling and let him pull her to her feet. 'Good night all' Guy called to the guests , some of the younger men made cat calls of the 'we know where you're going' variety. To which Guy responded with a smirk of anticipation.

In the bedroom, Agnes perched on the edge of the bed, as Guy closed the door with his bottom. He not so much as looked at his wife as smouldered. She returned the look unflinchingly, as she languidly lay back against the pillows and waited.

Guy had removed his boots and as he approached the bed, pulled of his black shirt in one fluid movement. Bare chested he looked magnificent, Agnes dreamily let her fingers trail over the clearly defined muscles, as Guy leaned over to kiss her. He licked and nibbled at first her top then her bottom lips, trailing his tongue over them, with tantalising slowness, then used his lips to part hers, sliding in his tongue to mingle with hers.

They carried this on for some time, then Guy slowly unfastened Agnes's dress, sliding it over her shoulders. He stroked her soft, full breasts, and, as he had promised earlier bent his head to lick and suck gently on the nipples. Agnes sighed deeply with delight making guy smile. He removed her dress completely, before standing up to take off his trousers.


Agnes was quite un prepared for the breath taking delights of her husband's naked body, and he was pleasantly surprised by hers. Those delicious curves would be interesting to caress.

Lying beside her, he did just that, letting his hands flow over her breasts, stomach and hips, before turning her over to softly massage her bottom, running fingers up the insides of her thighs, stopping tantalisingly, with a cheeky grin before reaching the top.

Agnes gasping with increasing arousal, pushed Guy onto his back so that she could run her hands over his firmly muscled body. He turned over himself and looked with hopefully raised eyebrows. Agnes smiled. As her hands touched his buttocks, they felt so smooth, and firm yet soft that she began to firmly butgently knead them. Surprised and delighted by a low moan of pleasure from Guy. She too ran her hands up Guy's thighs 'I really must turn over' he murmured into the pillow. As he did so Agnes saw the erection that must have been hell to lie on.

They lay side by side Guy kissed Agnes again, sliding a finger inside her for the same wonderful caresses as earlier. She held his cock rubbing it gently, enjoying the velvety texture The only sounds were their combined sighs and cries of pleasure.

Feeling the waves beginning to ripple, and his cock positively throbbing, Guy slid gently inside Agnes hearing her gasp, and doing so himself as the warm wetness surrounded him. Neither of them would last very long, and the firm caresses of Agnes's orgasm were enough to set off Guy's.

They lay together kissing gently and looking into each other's eyes, until Guy felt himself slip out. Agnes snuggled against her husband's shoulder and Guy pulled her close, with an enfolding arm. Talking quietly to each other they slowly drifted into sleep

TBC