Lost & Found~Chapter 19~A Guy/Allan AU Fan Fic Rated NC-17
Lost & Found~Chapter 19~A Guy/Allan Fan Fic Rated NC-17
(Sorry for the delay in getting this chappie completed, but I do have the legitimate excuse of the busyness of RL including the float-building already chronicled at my journal and a marathon day Saturday with two more parades, a bazaar and open house. 'Tis the season, my dears . . .)
When we last visited with our Golden Lads, they had enjoyed playing hooky at the castle and got themselves rather sweaty - requiring a bath, of course, before meeting the Lady Alona and her entourage - Vasey, beware! Muhahahahahahaha . . . We pick up with preparation for bath time . . . I do not own these characters (save for Minerva!) nor do I make any money from my writings . . . thank you, LM, for your inspiration and support. Rated NC-17 for m/m sex and adult language. Enjoy and comments are always welcome.
The little maid, towels laid over her thin arms, hauled in two large buckets of hot water. She stumbled a little from the weight of her burden.
“Here, lass, let me give you a hand,” Allan said with a winning smile as he took one of the buckets and poured it into the large tub in Guy's bedchamber.
“Thank you kindly,” she said timidly, flicking back her brown pigtails. She averted her dark eyes as she felt a blush come to her sallow cheeks.
To be in Sir Guy's own chamber with those two handsome men felt a bit overwhelming. She couldn't help but remember the peek she'd had of them.
~Both as naked as newborn babes and so fair to look upon~
She could feel the flush deepen.
“Hal and Peter are comin' with more water,” she said quickly in a soft, lilting voice, finally summoning up the courage to look up into Allan's merry blue eyes.
“Whot's your name, lass?” Allan queried in a kind voice.
“Moira.”
Allan gave her a cheeky grin. “Moira. Lovely name.”
“Thank you, Moira,” Guy's deep voice rumbled as he took the towels from her. The master at arms tossed back that amazing mane of hair as he smiled down at her - a smile reflected in those lovely azure eyes - and Lizzie's heart turned right over.
~I wish Sir Guy and Allan still lived here at the castle . . . t'would be a much more pleasant place to work, I'm sure~
She smiled shyly, then curtsied and hurried back out of the chamber.
Allan laughed. “I think you've won a new admirer, Giz.”
“Oh, I think she was rather taken with you as well, young Allan,” Guy purred.
“Not that I could blame her . . .”
He gave Allan a distinctly wolfish grin.
Allan swallowed hard. ~Hal and Peter, please get your arses in here and quickly~
His wish was granted as two sturdy boys brought in more water for the tub.
“Thank you, lads, that will do us,” Guy told them with a nod.
He closed the door behind them, then turned back and leaned against it. Guy's gaze flickered over his lover, that predatory grin returning to his handsome face.
“Rub-a-dub-dub time, methinks, young Allan.”
Allan had already shed his shirt and was hastily unlacing his trousers.
Guy smirked as his big hands began to unfasten his own garments.
“Not eager to get in the tub, are we?”
Peeling off his trousers, Allan, his hardening member bobbing, quickly hopped into the water.
“Hurry, Guy. The water feels wonderful . . .”
Guy licked his lips and laughed. “Two men in a tub . . .”
There was something about Allan and water Guy found very inviting.
The feeling was obviously mutual.
*~*~*~*~*
Kieran gazed out the window of the carriage as it rocked along the road to Nottingham, drumming his fingers against the edge of the seat. Puddems, curled up beside his mother, raised her head and shot him a poisonous look before commencing her grooming.
“Kieran, dear. Do stop that tapping with your fingers, will you? It's making mummy very nervous.
And Puddems doesn't like it.” With a huff, Lady Alona slipped a container of beeswax out of the purse suspended from her waist and applied another coat to her already sticky lips.
Kieran, eying his mother's greasy mouth with clear disdain, slumped down and folded his arms across his chest. He stuck out his tongue at the cat. Puddems completely ignored him.
“I'm so fucking bored,” he whined.
“Kieran! Language, young man,” Lady Alona sniffed loudly.
He smirked. “Oh, pardon me. I'm not fucking bored at all.”
Lady Alona angrily snapped the container shut and heaved a great sigh. Her cherry red gown's neckline was so deep her breasts threatened to leap out.
“God's breath, mother . . .” Kieran, wincing, closed his eyes.
“What is wrong with you, Kieran?!”
~I don't want to look at my mother's peculiar tits flop in my face - again - that's all~
“Nothing . . .” He muttered, keeping his eyes closed - just in case . . .
*~*~*~*
Guy wrapped his arms around Allan's slippery, soapy body and pressed a hungry mouth to those soft, full lips..
Beneath the surface of the bathwater Guy's powerful horseman's thighs were also wrapped around his lover, his erect cock rubbing tantalizingly against Allan's own swollen member in an underwater dance.
Guy pulled his mouth away, his eyes once again almost black with desire, and tossed back his silky mane as he ran his hands over Allan's smooth, sturdy chest.
Leaning in, Guy teased the pebbled surface of Allan's aureoles with his tongue, his hand trailing down his slick, bare skin to reach between Allan's legs and fondle his lover's cock.
Allan's lips curved into a smile as he leaned his head back against the edge of the tub. The firm, nimble touch of Sir Guy's hand and the warmth of his tongue against Allan's wet skin was most - invigorating.
“Would you like to be inside me, young Allan,” Guy murmured in silken tones.
“Oh sod it, Guy, you know that's a stupid question,” Allan said with a groan.
Guy gave a dark laugh and rose up on his knees. He tilted his head, a seductive smile playing on his lips. “ So how do you want me? From the rear or face to face, Allan?”
“Face to face . . . so I can watch you come. I love seein' your face when you come,” Allan breathed.
Guy nodded slowly. His dark eyes never left Allan's face as he positioned his body, leaning back a little and bracing himself with his strong arms on the edge of the tub.
Allan watched the ripple of Guy's muscles beneath the alabaster gleam of his skin as he moved and the sinuous curve of Guy's long white throat as he shook back a stray lock of witch-black hair..
“Come inside, Allan . . .” Deep, rich, velvet words.
Allan teased Guy's rosy spot with his fingertips. Guy gave a little moan of pleasure, and then slowly slid himself down onto Allan's rock-hard cock, encasing him in his welcoming warmth.
Allan undulated his hips, pushing deeper inside Guy as his lover moved in rhythm with him.
He watched as Guy's nostrils flared and his eyes grew heavy-lidded with desire, those delicately-shaped lips opening as his breathing grew more ragged. Allan's own blue eyes glistened with excitement as he gazed at his beautiful black stallion.
~How good it is between us. Please don't ever let Guy tire of me. I think it would break my heart~
Guy saw the wonderment and joy and lust in Allan's flushed face and stretched out an arm to cup it in his broad hand.
~Allan is mine. My friend, my ally, my lover. I love him so much it frightens me a little~
“Allan . . .” And Guy threw back his head and gave a guttural cry as he came.
Allan gasped as he felt himself explode with pleasure inside Guy.
He pulled Guy to him and pressed hot kisses to his long throat, laving his Adam's apple as he ran his hands over Guy's slippery bare flesh.
“Now that, Giz, is a proper bath,” Allan said with a breathless laugh.
Guy chuckled. “Very nice, indeed, but we'd best get to the actual washing again or Prince John will be sending Sir Jasper to see what is taking us so long.”
Sliding out of Guy, Allan gave a reluctant sigh. “Yeah, I suppose so.” He grinned. “You don't know how much I was wantin' to touch you that time I was givin' you a massage in the tub, bloody hell.”
Guy smiled. “But Allan, you WERE touching me,” he said in an amused rumble.
Allan smirked as he shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, but I wanted to get my hands on a lot more than those broad shoulders - as handsome as they are . . .”
Guy, a single dark eyebrow raised, handed him a bar of soap before turning his back to Allan. “Good. You can wash my back for me, then.”
“How about those peaches?”
“Allan - we do have to get back to our duties . . .”
“Hey, I'm just sayin'. It never hurts to ask . . “
*~*~*~*~*
“Nottingham! At long last,” Lady Alona gave a happy sigh.
The carriage had reached the gates of the castle and was being waved in by Vasey's guards.
Lady Alona fussily smoothed her dark hair, pinched her full cheeks and, naturally, grabbed her container of beeswax. “How do I look, Kieran darling?” She added yet another layer of beeswax to her puffy lips and smacked them.
Kieran smirked. “Not very widow-like.” He drawled.
His mother frowned. “I've had my period of mourning, you know that. And I shall never forget your sainted father -” She pressed her hands to her bosom, rolled her dark little eyes heavenward and heaved a great sigh.
Kieran quickly turned his head in case an accidental unleashing of the bubbies took place.
“And now I'm to be a bride again. I am certainly far too young to live without a loving mate.” She sniffed.
Kieran grunted.
~You've hardly gone without mating, you cow. Fucked your way through Prince John's court~
Lady Alona gave a little squeal. “Oh, look, they are on the castle steps waiting for us! I see Prince John, and Sir Jasper and - oh.” She caught her breath.
“That must be my intended . . . what a - magnificent creature.” Her hands unconsciously crept to her chest, where she began tweaking her hardened nipples through the bodice of her gown.
Kieran covered his eyes. ~I wish I'd been born an orphan~
“Ah, and here is the carriage now!” Prince John, part of the welcoming party assembled on the castle steps, said with a beaming smile.
Vasey sighed and slumped just a little as the carriage approached the castle.
“Shoulders back now, chin up, Vasey - let's look our best to meet your bride,” The prince said brightly. Sir Jasper smirked beneath his immaculately gloved hand as he smoothed his mustache.
Vasey plastered his false smile on once more as he strained to stand as tall as possible.
It didn't help Guy was standing to his right, Allan beside him.
The master at arms was looking positively princely in his dress uniform. A broad hand rested on the hilt of his well-polished weapon in its scabbard, his tall, broad-shouldered figure showcased in the elaborate fitted jacket and snug, thigh-hugging trousers.
Allan glanced at him and gave an inward sigh of contentment and pride.
. ~I've got the finest stallion in all of England~
Vasey inwardly fumed.
~I swear he's getting more beautiful every day. And that peasant Allan has him. The injustice in this world~
The carriage rolled to a stop. A coachman opened the door and a feminine hand heavy with rings stretched out to be given assistance.
Vasey felt a bead of sweat rolling down his face.
A dark-haired woman in a shocking low-cut red gown stepped out, followed by a surly-looking, lanky youth holding a large, fluffy cat in his arms.
Vasey's eyes widened. ~ A tart. A brat. And a cat. Oh how fucking delightful~
Lady Alona looked up and gave them a toothy grin.
Vasey narrowed his eyes. ~Did she dip her lips in hog's fat? You could see their greasiness from here, God's tongue!~
The prince stepped forward and held out his hands. “Dearest Lady Alona . . .” He cooed.
“Sire, so wonderful to see you again, and looking more handsome than ever,” the lady gushed as she curtsied.
Allan goggled. “I'm not bein' funny, but I think her tits are tryin' to come out and meet us, too,” He murmured to Guy.
“Indeed.” Guy rumbled softly, raising a dark eyebrow.
He was quite taken off guard when the lady in question suddenly grabbed his left hand and pressed a kiss to it.
“Oh, my dearest Lord Vasey, at long last I make your acquaintance,” Lady Alona purred as she bowed low over Guy's hand and kissed it.
~What lovely big hands he has. And big feet. And -~
She eyed his nether regions so snugly encased in those divine trousers and almost bit her tongue.
~Oh, my he's big - everywhere~
Allan fought back a giggle. Sir Jasper choked down a laugh. And Prince John sighed dramatically.
Vasey closed his eyes. ~Oh. Fuck.~
Guy cleared his throat. ~What was the slop she was spreading all over his hand?~
“Milady, I fear you've made a mistake. I am the master at arms, Sir Guy of Gisborne . . .”
Lady Alona's eyes filled with disappointment at his words, even as she thrilled to the dark, delicious rumble of his voice.
“But then, who? -”
The prince took her by hand and lead her to a visibly perspiring Vasey.
“My dear, this is your intended. May I present Lord Vasey, the sheriff of Nottingham.”
Her puffy lips formed an “O” of surprise as her squinty dark eyes raked the sheriff up and down.
~Not exactly what I had imagined. Short. Bald. And sweaty~
She gave him one of her toothy grins and curtsied. ~Ah, well, maybe he's a good fuck. And he IS rich and powerful~
Vasey, taking in her greasy lips, avid little eyes and over-enthusiastic breasts up close had to force himself not to shudder.
Something told him he'd seen her before. In a nightmare.
He gave his leper bride-to-be a death's-head smile. “Charmed, milady - charmed.”
The sheriff raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. She giggled and batted her lashes at him, smacking those oddly greased lips of hers.
Vasey suppressed another shudder.
~I'm expected to bed - this? God give me strength~
“And this is my dear son, Kieran and my darlin' iddle Puddems,” Lady Alona announced, gesturing for her son. The lad stepped forward, wearing a sulky expression mirrored by the fat, long-haired feline in his arms.
“Such a pleasure to meet you, Kieran, my boy,” Vasey said with false heartiness. The boy shrugged and made an unintelligible mumble. The cat blinked, yawned, and looked extremely bored.
Vasey stretched out a hand to pet the animal. She promptly bit his finger.
“Ooh, naughty, naughty Puddems! Mustn't bite your new daddy, Iddleums!” Lady Alona fussed indulgently.
“No, indeed. Mustn't bite me, dear - pussy,” Vasey muttered through clenched teeth.
The cat would have to meet with an unfortunate accident. THAT was a certainty.
The prince was beaming once more. “Show your lovely betrothed and her son their new home, Vasey,” he said with an airy wave of his hand.
Lady Alona quickly wrapped her arm around Vasey's. “Oh, yes, I am so eager to see it all,” she sighed and gave a girlish giggle.
Vasey bared his teeth and nodded to her. ~All of it? How about the dungeons, my dear?~
That thought cheered up Vasey considerably, and his smile was almost genuine as he escorted her inside, the prince, Sir Jasper, Kieran and the cat bringing up the rear.
Guy glanced down at his beeswax-laden hand and made a moue of distaste.
~I think Vasey may be getting just what he deserves with Lady Alona and her git of a son~
He shot Allan a bemused glance as they turned to follow the others inside the castle.
“I think we are in for some interestin' times in ol' Nottingham,” Allan whispered with a sly grin.
Guy gave a low groan and rolled his eyes heavenward. “I just hope she keeps her sticky mouth and - other body parts away from me . . .”
Allan winked. “I'm not bein' funny, Guy, but you are pretty irresistible. I can hardly blame the old girl . . .”
Guy, flicking back his mane, gave Allan a dark look.
“Allan . . .”
“Hey, I'm just sayin' . . . the lady obviously knows a fine black stallion when she sees one . . .”
Allan suddenly jumped and rubbed his arse, shooting Guy a wounded look. The master at arms had deftly swatted him across his backside with the flat of his broadsword.
Guy still looked straight ahead as he strode along, an impassive expression on his face. “The stallion suggests you watch your cheeky self, young Allan.”
Allan grinned. “Not to worry. I will get you back, of course . . .”
A silky chuckle.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah . . .”
*~*~*~*~*
Her snub nose almost quivering with curiosity, avid dark eyes taking in everything, Lady Alona held a tight grip on her intended as they strolled the corridors of the castle.
The prince and Sir Jasper followed in their wake. Guy and Allan had bowed and smiled and charmed all (with the exception of Vasey and the brattish Kieran) as they excused themselves to “take care of necessary business.”
(After all, it was necessary to move Minerva's things to Locksley Manor, wasn't it?)
“Has your master at arms been with you for long, Lord Vasey?” his bride-to-be asked.
“Since his youth. He tragically lost his parents at a young age, and I have been like a father to him ever since,” Vasey said smoothly.
Sir Jasper snorted. ~Treated him as your personal slave to use for your convenience is more like it. Dealing with this pest of a prince is like paradise compared to you~
“He has certainly grown into a most impressive man, our Sir Guy,” Prince John said with a beaming smile. “He and young Allan make a most delightful couple.”
Lady Alona's puffy lips gaped open in a close approximation of a gasping fish.
“Couple? But surely not-” ~That divinely masculine beauty couldn't possibly be into buggery, could he?~
Vasey gave her a sour smile. “Oh, yes, those two share everything these days. I didn't teach him that.”
~Not that I didn't want to, damn it. But Allan obviously didn't have any qualms about it, the lucky little
prick. And I mean that in every sense of the word~
Lady Alona's eyes widened as her grip tightened on Vasey's arm. She was suddenly envisioning the rather attractive bronze-haired boy dallying with the tall, dark and luscious knight. The image positively took her breath away for a moment and she crumpled a little.
Kieran smirked. ~Going to have a hard time sinking your talons into that one, aren't you, mummy dearest?~
Vasey looked at her with some alarm. ~God's teeth, I hope this leper is not going to faint on me. The prince will expect me to sweep her into my arms~
“I'm sure you're tired after your long journey, milady. Perhaps you should go and have a rest in your chamber?” Vasey said in an oily voice. ~And I can get some peace for a bit, perhaps~
Lady Alona straightened and gave a sudden heave of her half-naked bosom. Vasey quickly averted his eyes. ~Leper breasts. And what is wrong with those nipples of hers?? They are practically poking through the fabric, God's teeth~
“I think that's a lovely idea, how thoughtful of you, Sheriff,” the prince exclaimed, clapping Vasey on the shoulder. “Allow dear Lady Alona to enjoy a nice lie-down before supper.”
“I - I suppose you are right, my prince. I could use a nice lie-down . . .” Lady Alona ran the tip of her tongue along those beeswax-laden lips, her eyes taking on a strangely predatory gleam. Kieran noted this and sneered.
~I'll wager mummy doesn't want to have it all by her lonesome, either~
Vasey noted it, too, and felt a chill run down his spine.
~I would really like to wake up from this horrible nightmare~
Sir Jasper hid another smile behind his glove. ~This is getting to be too much fun. How delightful~
*~*~*~*
“Your chamber, my dear. I hope you will be most comfortable here.” Vasey gave a flourish and a little bow at the doorway to the guest chamber. He started to make his escape when Alona grabbed his arm.
“Oh, Lord Vasey, surely you don't have to rush off,” she cooed, batting her eyelashes at him, her bosom heaving again most terrifyingly.
Vasey gulped. “My dear Lady Alona, I really must go as you need your rest . . .” He protested.
She gave the sheriff a coy smile as she tugged him inside the chamber. “But we also need to get to know one another better. After all, we are to be man and wife in a few short days . . .”
Vasey gave an inward groan. ~Oh. Gawd. Don't remind me~
He forced a smile to his face. “So true. Perhaps we can just sit and - talk - together a little while and then you can rest.”
His bride-to-be puckered her lips into a pout and squinted her eyes. “Wellll - yes. I suppose we could have a little - chat.” She winked at him. Sitting down on the bed, she patted the spot next to her and gave Vasey another coy smile.
“Come here and let's - chat.” She licked those puffy lips again. There was no mistaking her intents.
Vasey's eyes nervously glanced about the chamber. Spying a chair, he gave a small sigh of relief.
“I am having a spot of trouble with my back, I'll just borrow this chair to sit in, shall I?”
Her little dark eyes narrowed in disappointment. ~Back trouble, eh? I'll just have to be on top, I suppose~
Vasey moved the chair to face Lady Alona, keeping it several feet away from his “beloved.”
“Now, what would you like to know about me?” He said with a false brightness.
“Ooooh, can't you move a little closer, my darling Vasey?” She cooed as she kicked off her expensive slippers and tried to rub Vasey's knee with her stocking-clad toe. She reached inside the pouch at her waist and pulled out a small container. Opening it, she reached in and smeared a great dollop of beeswax on her lips before tucking it away again.
“Come on, my husband-to-be. Give us a kiss - on the lips.” She closed her eyes and re-puckered her mouth in anticipation.
Vasey eyed her greasy mouth and swallowed hard. ~Maybe a kiss will settle her down. She's obviously not going to let me escape completely unscathed~
The sheriff reluctantly stood and leaned down, fighting back feelings of revulsion as his lips moved closer to hers. Finally they touched. ~Bother. As greasy as I expected~
Suddenly he found himself enveloped in the lady's very enthusiastic arms and legs as she forced her tongue down his throat.
“Ummmph - no- I beg you - my back!?!” Tearing his mouth away, he beseeched her with a pitiful yowl.
Alona gave him a toothy leer. “Stretch out on the bed, my dear Vasey-Wasey - and I'll give that troublesome back of yours a lovely massage you will never forget . . .”
And with that, she shoved him onto the bed face-down and straddled him.
~He's no Sir Guy, more's the pity. But he'll have to do. I haven't coupled with anyone in at least three days and I have my needs~
Vasey groaned without pleasure as he felt her greedy hands begin to roam his body in highly personal places.
~Vasey-Wasey?? Oh, I am so completely and totally fucked in every sense of the word~
*~*~*~*
“Now, you lads know I'm not just goin' to sit on my gnarled old hands, do you?”
Minerva, hands on hips, was balking against Sir Guy's gentle but firm command to rest while they moved the belongings she had packed to her new home.
Guy, setting down a well-worn chest, tilted his head and gave her a wry grin. “I fully expect you to disobey my orders, but I feel obliged to do so anyway.” His eyes twinkled. “One must look out for one's family members, after all.”
She smiled up at him. “Family. Now that's a lovely thought.”
Allan gingerly stepped in the door, carrying another chest. He balanced a large basket on his bronze head.
“That's right. We gotta look out for one another,” Allan said, flashing a customary cheeky grin.
Minerva shook her grizzled head with a laugh. “Hope there's nothin' breakable in that basket, young Allan . . .” She frowned. “I don't rightly remember that one anyway.”
Still grinning at Minerva, Allan bent his knees slowly, keeping his spine straight in order to place the chest on the floor.
“You'll never make it, Allan . . .” Guy, arms folded, goaded him, as he watched with an teasing smile.
Allan made a face at Guy and sank to his knees. The basket teetered, then tottered, but remained in place. With a triumphant grin, he lifted the basket from his head and placed it beside the chest, winking at Guy.
Guy smirked. “Show off,” he rumbled.
“What is it the Frenchies say? Et voila,” Allan said, waggling his brows. He lifted the cloth laid across the basket with a wave of his hand. “Provisions for our celebration of Minerva's becomin' one of the family.”
“Well done, young Allan . . . and you've packed us a lovely meal,too,” she crowed with a clap of her hands as she looked over the contents of the basket.
Allan shrugged as he stood up. “Least I can do for my fairy godmother, I reckon . . .”
He pressed a kiss atop Minerva's head and wrapped an arm around her narrow shoulders.
“There's a few more things on the cart, but otherwise, we're done,” Allan said.
“I suggest we all take some time out for rest and relaxation down at Turner's Pond. We can take Zeus along, too. A real family picnic, yeah?”
Zeus, who had been watching quietly, his head tucked between his front legs, sat up and enthusiastically wagged his tail.
Allan grinned. “See, Zeus thinks it's a grand idea, too.”
Minerva's face was wreathed in a smile. “Oh, Turner's Pond. I haven't been there in ages . . .”
Guy's lips twitched. “Ah, well, there has been that rumour the place is haunted . . .”
A mischievous gleam shone in her black eyes as she gazed up at him. “You can't believe everything you hear, Sir Guy.”
He flicked back his raven mane and leaned down, giving her a look of mock sternness.. “And you can't assume your feisty little housekeeper isn't up to some mischief behind your back, either, Minerva.”
Minerva wore a wide-eyed look of innocence. “I've only ever done things for your own well-bein', now you know that, Sir Guy,” she said reprovingly.
Allan laughed. “He's only bein' dominatin', Minerva - pay him no heed. We both know he's really a big ol' pussycat underneath his growl.”
Guy shot him a dark look. Allan's grin grew broader.
~a big, gorgeous, magnificent black cat~
Minerva looked from Guy to Allan with an inward chuckle of satisfaction.
~They do so adore each other. And they're comfortable teasin' each other. Just as it should be~
She patted their arms and gave a decided nod. “Right, yeah, let's call it a truce, lads. You can fill me in on the way to Turner's Pond on whot happened with the sheriff's bride . . .”
Guy rolled his eyes at Minerva's mention of Lady Alona and gave a disdainful sniff.
Allan raised his brows. “Oh, she's quite a sight, that one - and she's very taken with our Guy . . .”
Guy snorted. “She was eying you as well, young Allan.”
Allan shrugged and scratched his head. “I'd say she'd go for anything in trousers. Don't think there's gonna be a whole lot of wedded bliss between those two . . .”
Minerva gave him a sly little smile. ~And that's just as it should be, too~
*~*~*~*~*
Alona had managed to strip off Vasey's robe and shirt, albeit not without a struggle, and was now rubbing her nether regions against his arse with maddening enthusiasm as she continued to massage his back and shoulders.
“Now Vasey-Wasey, don't you feel all better now?”
The sheriff, who was doing his best to detach his mind from his body and the vile things the slut was doing to him, merely moaned.
Alona threw back her head, gasping in that odd fish-like manner of hers. Grabbing her container of beeswax, she spread another heavy coat on her lips. Closing her eyes, her hands moved down to her bodice, where she began tweaking her nipples through the fabric of her gown.
She thought of the ridiculously handsome dark knight named Sir Guy and his lover Allan and licked her lips.
~I wonder if they would ever consider a menage a trois with a strong, experienced, passionate woman like me?~
Vasey was also thinking of Guy and Allan as he listened to the curious sounds his bride-to-be was making through those grotesque lips of hers, flinching as her leprous body touched him.
~It's all their fault for charming the trousers off Sir Guy and Jasper and making all those successful raids and for being so damned attractive. And tall. With so much hair. Oh, fuck~
“Turn over, darling Vasey-Wasey, and I'll give you a full frontal - massage, that is.” Lady Alona was cooing in his ear.
Vasey cringed inwardly at her words, followed by a flick of her tongue before she sat up.
“I'm feeling - so much - better already, my lady. And you must be completely worn out by now . . .” ~Oh please let her be worn out, although it doesn't seen bloody likely~
Vasey turned over slowly, forcing another false smile across his face. His eyes widened in alarm as he saw her nipples, now free of the low bodice and staring straight at him. They were large and brown and very- pointed. Almost - worm-like.
She gave him another coy smile and began fondling those disgusting teats. “My nipples are incredibly sensitive. They love being touched. In fact, I nursed my darling Kieran until he was four.” She gave a tinkling laugh. “He used to ask mummy for milk, isn't that precious??”
“Uarrgh . . .” He moaned and closed his eyes.
~I never thought I would welcome the idea of death quite so much~
(Author's note: If those of you who have seen BTS haven't figured it out already, I really disliked Julie Graham's character, so apologies to anyone huge JG fans out there. I've only seen her in two series, and disliked her character in both, so I am rather biased against the wench.
As for our final chapter, expect wedding bells and one hell of a reluctant bridegroom, a surprise guest or two at the wedding feast and family togetherness at good ol' Turner's Pond, along with happy sexy time and horrendous sexy time - at least for Vasey. Muhahahahahahaha!!)
(Sorry for the delay in getting this chappie completed, but I do have the legitimate excuse of the busyness of RL including the float-building already chronicled at my journal and a marathon day Saturday with two more parades, a bazaar and open house. 'Tis the season, my dears . . .)
When we last visited with our Golden Lads, they had enjoyed playing hooky at the castle and got themselves rather sweaty - requiring a bath, of course, before meeting the Lady Alona and her entourage - Vasey, beware! Muhahahahahahaha . . . We pick up with preparation for bath time . . . I do not own these characters (save for Minerva!) nor do I make any money from my writings . . . thank you, LM, for your inspiration and support. Rated NC-17 for m/m sex and adult language. Enjoy and comments are always welcome.
The little maid, towels laid over her thin arms, hauled in two large buckets of hot water. She stumbled a little from the weight of her burden.
“Here, lass, let me give you a hand,” Allan said with a winning smile as he took one of the buckets and poured it into the large tub in Guy's bedchamber.
“Thank you kindly,” she said timidly, flicking back her brown pigtails. She averted her dark eyes as she felt a blush come to her sallow cheeks.
To be in Sir Guy's own chamber with those two handsome men felt a bit overwhelming. She couldn't help but remember the peek she'd had of them.
~Both as naked as newborn babes and so fair to look upon~
She could feel the flush deepen.
“Hal and Peter are comin' with more water,” she said quickly in a soft, lilting voice, finally summoning up the courage to look up into Allan's merry blue eyes.
“Whot's your name, lass?” Allan queried in a kind voice.
“Moira.”
Allan gave her a cheeky grin. “Moira. Lovely name.”
“Thank you, Moira,” Guy's deep voice rumbled as he took the towels from her. The master at arms tossed back that amazing mane of hair as he smiled down at her - a smile reflected in those lovely azure eyes - and Lizzie's heart turned right over.
~I wish Sir Guy and Allan still lived here at the castle . . . t'would be a much more pleasant place to work, I'm sure~
She smiled shyly, then curtsied and hurried back out of the chamber.
Allan laughed. “I think you've won a new admirer, Giz.”
“Oh, I think she was rather taken with you as well, young Allan,” Guy purred.
“Not that I could blame her . . .”
He gave Allan a distinctly wolfish grin.
Allan swallowed hard. ~Hal and Peter, please get your arses in here and quickly~
His wish was granted as two sturdy boys brought in more water for the tub.
“Thank you, lads, that will do us,” Guy told them with a nod.
He closed the door behind them, then turned back and leaned against it. Guy's gaze flickered over his lover, that predatory grin returning to his handsome face.
“Rub-a-dub-dub time, methinks, young Allan.”
Allan had already shed his shirt and was hastily unlacing his trousers.
Guy smirked as his big hands began to unfasten his own garments.
“Not eager to get in the tub, are we?”
Peeling off his trousers, Allan, his hardening member bobbing, quickly hopped into the water.
“Hurry, Guy. The water feels wonderful . . .”
Guy licked his lips and laughed. “Two men in a tub . . .”
There was something about Allan and water Guy found very inviting.
The feeling was obviously mutual.
*~*~*~*~*
Kieran gazed out the window of the carriage as it rocked along the road to Nottingham, drumming his fingers against the edge of the seat. Puddems, curled up beside his mother, raised her head and shot him a poisonous look before commencing her grooming.
“Kieran, dear. Do stop that tapping with your fingers, will you? It's making mummy very nervous.
And Puddems doesn't like it.” With a huff, Lady Alona slipped a container of beeswax out of the purse suspended from her waist and applied another coat to her already sticky lips.
Kieran, eying his mother's greasy mouth with clear disdain, slumped down and folded his arms across his chest. He stuck out his tongue at the cat. Puddems completely ignored him.
“I'm so fucking bored,” he whined.
“Kieran! Language, young man,” Lady Alona sniffed loudly.
He smirked. “Oh, pardon me. I'm not fucking bored at all.”
Lady Alona angrily snapped the container shut and heaved a great sigh. Her cherry red gown's neckline was so deep her breasts threatened to leap out.
“God's breath, mother . . .” Kieran, wincing, closed his eyes.
“What is wrong with you, Kieran?!”
~I don't want to look at my mother's peculiar tits flop in my face - again - that's all~
“Nothing . . .” He muttered, keeping his eyes closed - just in case . . .
*~*~*~*
Guy wrapped his arms around Allan's slippery, soapy body and pressed a hungry mouth to those soft, full lips..
Beneath the surface of the bathwater Guy's powerful horseman's thighs were also wrapped around his lover, his erect cock rubbing tantalizingly against Allan's own swollen member in an underwater dance.
Guy pulled his mouth away, his eyes once again almost black with desire, and tossed back his silky mane as he ran his hands over Allan's smooth, sturdy chest.
Leaning in, Guy teased the pebbled surface of Allan's aureoles with his tongue, his hand trailing down his slick, bare skin to reach between Allan's legs and fondle his lover's cock.
Allan's lips curved into a smile as he leaned his head back against the edge of the tub. The firm, nimble touch of Sir Guy's hand and the warmth of his tongue against Allan's wet skin was most - invigorating.
“Would you like to be inside me, young Allan,” Guy murmured in silken tones.
“Oh sod it, Guy, you know that's a stupid question,” Allan said with a groan.
Guy gave a dark laugh and rose up on his knees. He tilted his head, a seductive smile playing on his lips. “ So how do you want me? From the rear or face to face, Allan?”
“Face to face . . . so I can watch you come. I love seein' your face when you come,” Allan breathed.
Guy nodded slowly. His dark eyes never left Allan's face as he positioned his body, leaning back a little and bracing himself with his strong arms on the edge of the tub.
Allan watched the ripple of Guy's muscles beneath the alabaster gleam of his skin as he moved and the sinuous curve of Guy's long white throat as he shook back a stray lock of witch-black hair..
“Come inside, Allan . . .” Deep, rich, velvet words.
Allan teased Guy's rosy spot with his fingertips. Guy gave a little moan of pleasure, and then slowly slid himself down onto Allan's rock-hard cock, encasing him in his welcoming warmth.
Allan undulated his hips, pushing deeper inside Guy as his lover moved in rhythm with him.
He watched as Guy's nostrils flared and his eyes grew heavy-lidded with desire, those delicately-shaped lips opening as his breathing grew more ragged. Allan's own blue eyes glistened with excitement as he gazed at his beautiful black stallion.
~How good it is between us. Please don't ever let Guy tire of me. I think it would break my heart~
Guy saw the wonderment and joy and lust in Allan's flushed face and stretched out an arm to cup it in his broad hand.
~Allan is mine. My friend, my ally, my lover. I love him so much it frightens me a little~
“Allan . . .” And Guy threw back his head and gave a guttural cry as he came.
Allan gasped as he felt himself explode with pleasure inside Guy.
He pulled Guy to him and pressed hot kisses to his long throat, laving his Adam's apple as he ran his hands over Guy's slippery bare flesh.
“Now that, Giz, is a proper bath,” Allan said with a breathless laugh.
Guy chuckled. “Very nice, indeed, but we'd best get to the actual washing again or Prince John will be sending Sir Jasper to see what is taking us so long.”
Sliding out of Guy, Allan gave a reluctant sigh. “Yeah, I suppose so.” He grinned. “You don't know how much I was wantin' to touch you that time I was givin' you a massage in the tub, bloody hell.”
Guy smiled. “But Allan, you WERE touching me,” he said in an amused rumble.
Allan smirked as he shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, but I wanted to get my hands on a lot more than those broad shoulders - as handsome as they are . . .”
Guy, a single dark eyebrow raised, handed him a bar of soap before turning his back to Allan. “Good. You can wash my back for me, then.”
“How about those peaches?”
“Allan - we do have to get back to our duties . . .”
“Hey, I'm just sayin'. It never hurts to ask . . “
*~*~*~*~*
“Nottingham! At long last,” Lady Alona gave a happy sigh.
The carriage had reached the gates of the castle and was being waved in by Vasey's guards.
Lady Alona fussily smoothed her dark hair, pinched her full cheeks and, naturally, grabbed her container of beeswax. “How do I look, Kieran darling?” She added yet another layer of beeswax to her puffy lips and smacked them.
Kieran smirked. “Not very widow-like.” He drawled.
His mother frowned. “I've had my period of mourning, you know that. And I shall never forget your sainted father -” She pressed her hands to her bosom, rolled her dark little eyes heavenward and heaved a great sigh.
Kieran quickly turned his head in case an accidental unleashing of the bubbies took place.
“And now I'm to be a bride again. I am certainly far too young to live without a loving mate.” She sniffed.
Kieran grunted.
~You've hardly gone without mating, you cow. Fucked your way through Prince John's court~
Lady Alona gave a little squeal. “Oh, look, they are on the castle steps waiting for us! I see Prince John, and Sir Jasper and - oh.” She caught her breath.
“That must be my intended . . . what a - magnificent creature.” Her hands unconsciously crept to her chest, where she began tweaking her hardened nipples through the bodice of her gown.
Kieran covered his eyes. ~I wish I'd been born an orphan~
“Ah, and here is the carriage now!” Prince John, part of the welcoming party assembled on the castle steps, said with a beaming smile.
Vasey sighed and slumped just a little as the carriage approached the castle.
“Shoulders back now, chin up, Vasey - let's look our best to meet your bride,” The prince said brightly. Sir Jasper smirked beneath his immaculately gloved hand as he smoothed his mustache.
Vasey plastered his false smile on once more as he strained to stand as tall as possible.
It didn't help Guy was standing to his right, Allan beside him.
The master at arms was looking positively princely in his dress uniform. A broad hand rested on the hilt of his well-polished weapon in its scabbard, his tall, broad-shouldered figure showcased in the elaborate fitted jacket and snug, thigh-hugging trousers.
Allan glanced at him and gave an inward sigh of contentment and pride.
. ~I've got the finest stallion in all of England~
Vasey inwardly fumed.
~I swear he's getting more beautiful every day. And that peasant Allan has him. The injustice in this world~
The carriage rolled to a stop. A coachman opened the door and a feminine hand heavy with rings stretched out to be given assistance.
Vasey felt a bead of sweat rolling down his face.
A dark-haired woman in a shocking low-cut red gown stepped out, followed by a surly-looking, lanky youth holding a large, fluffy cat in his arms.
Vasey's eyes widened. ~ A tart. A brat. And a cat. Oh how fucking delightful~
Lady Alona looked up and gave them a toothy grin.
Vasey narrowed his eyes. ~Did she dip her lips in hog's fat? You could see their greasiness from here, God's tongue!~
The prince stepped forward and held out his hands. “Dearest Lady Alona . . .” He cooed.
“Sire, so wonderful to see you again, and looking more handsome than ever,” the lady gushed as she curtsied.
Allan goggled. “I'm not bein' funny, but I think her tits are tryin' to come out and meet us, too,” He murmured to Guy.
“Indeed.” Guy rumbled softly, raising a dark eyebrow.
He was quite taken off guard when the lady in question suddenly grabbed his left hand and pressed a kiss to it.
“Oh, my dearest Lord Vasey, at long last I make your acquaintance,” Lady Alona purred as she bowed low over Guy's hand and kissed it.
~What lovely big hands he has. And big feet. And -~
She eyed his nether regions so snugly encased in those divine trousers and almost bit her tongue.
~Oh, my he's big - everywhere~
Allan fought back a giggle. Sir Jasper choked down a laugh. And Prince John sighed dramatically.
Vasey closed his eyes. ~Oh. Fuck.~
Guy cleared his throat. ~What was the slop she was spreading all over his hand?~
“Milady, I fear you've made a mistake. I am the master at arms, Sir Guy of Gisborne . . .”
Lady Alona's eyes filled with disappointment at his words, even as she thrilled to the dark, delicious rumble of his voice.
“But then, who? -”
The prince took her by hand and lead her to a visibly perspiring Vasey.
“My dear, this is your intended. May I present Lord Vasey, the sheriff of Nottingham.”
Her puffy lips formed an “O” of surprise as her squinty dark eyes raked the sheriff up and down.
~Not exactly what I had imagined. Short. Bald. And sweaty~
She gave him one of her toothy grins and curtsied. ~Ah, well, maybe he's a good fuck. And he IS rich and powerful~
Vasey, taking in her greasy lips, avid little eyes and over-enthusiastic breasts up close had to force himself not to shudder.
Something told him he'd seen her before. In a nightmare.
He gave his leper bride-to-be a death's-head smile. “Charmed, milady - charmed.”
The sheriff raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. She giggled and batted her lashes at him, smacking those oddly greased lips of hers.
Vasey suppressed another shudder.
~I'm expected to bed - this? God give me strength~
“And this is my dear son, Kieran and my darlin' iddle Puddems,” Lady Alona announced, gesturing for her son. The lad stepped forward, wearing a sulky expression mirrored by the fat, long-haired feline in his arms.
“Such a pleasure to meet you, Kieran, my boy,” Vasey said with false heartiness. The boy shrugged and made an unintelligible mumble. The cat blinked, yawned, and looked extremely bored.
Vasey stretched out a hand to pet the animal. She promptly bit his finger.
“Ooh, naughty, naughty Puddems! Mustn't bite your new daddy, Iddleums!” Lady Alona fussed indulgently.
“No, indeed. Mustn't bite me, dear - pussy,” Vasey muttered through clenched teeth.
The cat would have to meet with an unfortunate accident. THAT was a certainty.
The prince was beaming once more. “Show your lovely betrothed and her son their new home, Vasey,” he said with an airy wave of his hand.
Lady Alona quickly wrapped her arm around Vasey's. “Oh, yes, I am so eager to see it all,” she sighed and gave a girlish giggle.
Vasey bared his teeth and nodded to her. ~All of it? How about the dungeons, my dear?~
That thought cheered up Vasey considerably, and his smile was almost genuine as he escorted her inside, the prince, Sir Jasper, Kieran and the cat bringing up the rear.
Guy glanced down at his beeswax-laden hand and made a moue of distaste.
~I think Vasey may be getting just what he deserves with Lady Alona and her git of a son~
He shot Allan a bemused glance as they turned to follow the others inside the castle.
“I think we are in for some interestin' times in ol' Nottingham,” Allan whispered with a sly grin.
Guy gave a low groan and rolled his eyes heavenward. “I just hope she keeps her sticky mouth and - other body parts away from me . . .”
Allan winked. “I'm not bein' funny, Guy, but you are pretty irresistible. I can hardly blame the old girl . . .”
Guy, flicking back his mane, gave Allan a dark look.
“Allan . . .”
“Hey, I'm just sayin' . . . the lady obviously knows a fine black stallion when she sees one . . .”
Allan suddenly jumped and rubbed his arse, shooting Guy a wounded look. The master at arms had deftly swatted him across his backside with the flat of his broadsword.
Guy still looked straight ahead as he strode along, an impassive expression on his face. “The stallion suggests you watch your cheeky self, young Allan.”
Allan grinned. “Not to worry. I will get you back, of course . . .”
A silky chuckle.
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah . . .”
*~*~*~*~*
Her snub nose almost quivering with curiosity, avid dark eyes taking in everything, Lady Alona held a tight grip on her intended as they strolled the corridors of the castle.
The prince and Sir Jasper followed in their wake. Guy and Allan had bowed and smiled and charmed all (with the exception of Vasey and the brattish Kieran) as they excused themselves to “take care of necessary business.”
(After all, it was necessary to move Minerva's things to Locksley Manor, wasn't it?)
“Has your master at arms been with you for long, Lord Vasey?” his bride-to-be asked.
“Since his youth. He tragically lost his parents at a young age, and I have been like a father to him ever since,” Vasey said smoothly.
Sir Jasper snorted. ~Treated him as your personal slave to use for your convenience is more like it. Dealing with this pest of a prince is like paradise compared to you~
“He has certainly grown into a most impressive man, our Sir Guy,” Prince John said with a beaming smile. “He and young Allan make a most delightful couple.”
Lady Alona's puffy lips gaped open in a close approximation of a gasping fish.
“Couple? But surely not-” ~That divinely masculine beauty couldn't possibly be into buggery, could he?~
Vasey gave her a sour smile. “Oh, yes, those two share everything these days. I didn't teach him that.”
~Not that I didn't want to, damn it. But Allan obviously didn't have any qualms about it, the lucky little
prick. And I mean that in every sense of the word~
Lady Alona's eyes widened as her grip tightened on Vasey's arm. She was suddenly envisioning the rather attractive bronze-haired boy dallying with the tall, dark and luscious knight. The image positively took her breath away for a moment and she crumpled a little.
Kieran smirked. ~Going to have a hard time sinking your talons into that one, aren't you, mummy dearest?~
Vasey looked at her with some alarm. ~God's teeth, I hope this leper is not going to faint on me. The prince will expect me to sweep her into my arms~
“I'm sure you're tired after your long journey, milady. Perhaps you should go and have a rest in your chamber?” Vasey said in an oily voice. ~And I can get some peace for a bit, perhaps~
Lady Alona straightened and gave a sudden heave of her half-naked bosom. Vasey quickly averted his eyes. ~Leper breasts. And what is wrong with those nipples of hers?? They are practically poking through the fabric, God's teeth~
“I think that's a lovely idea, how thoughtful of you, Sheriff,” the prince exclaimed, clapping Vasey on the shoulder. “Allow dear Lady Alona to enjoy a nice lie-down before supper.”
“I - I suppose you are right, my prince. I could use a nice lie-down . . .” Lady Alona ran the tip of her tongue along those beeswax-laden lips, her eyes taking on a strangely predatory gleam. Kieran noted this and sneered.
~I'll wager mummy doesn't want to have it all by her lonesome, either~
Vasey noted it, too, and felt a chill run down his spine.
~I would really like to wake up from this horrible nightmare~
Sir Jasper hid another smile behind his glove. ~This is getting to be too much fun. How delightful~
*~*~*~*
“Your chamber, my dear. I hope you will be most comfortable here.” Vasey gave a flourish and a little bow at the doorway to the guest chamber. He started to make his escape when Alona grabbed his arm.
“Oh, Lord Vasey, surely you don't have to rush off,” she cooed, batting her eyelashes at him, her bosom heaving again most terrifyingly.
Vasey gulped. “My dear Lady Alona, I really must go as you need your rest . . .” He protested.
She gave the sheriff a coy smile as she tugged him inside the chamber. “But we also need to get to know one another better. After all, we are to be man and wife in a few short days . . .”
Vasey gave an inward groan. ~Oh. Gawd. Don't remind me~
He forced a smile to his face. “So true. Perhaps we can just sit and - talk - together a little while and then you can rest.”
His bride-to-be puckered her lips into a pout and squinted her eyes. “Wellll - yes. I suppose we could have a little - chat.” She winked at him. Sitting down on the bed, she patted the spot next to her and gave Vasey another coy smile.
“Come here and let's - chat.” She licked those puffy lips again. There was no mistaking her intents.
Vasey's eyes nervously glanced about the chamber. Spying a chair, he gave a small sigh of relief.
“I am having a spot of trouble with my back, I'll just borrow this chair to sit in, shall I?”
Her little dark eyes narrowed in disappointment. ~Back trouble, eh? I'll just have to be on top, I suppose~
Vasey moved the chair to face Lady Alona, keeping it several feet away from his “beloved.”
“Now, what would you like to know about me?” He said with a false brightness.
“Ooooh, can't you move a little closer, my darling Vasey?” She cooed as she kicked off her expensive slippers and tried to rub Vasey's knee with her stocking-clad toe. She reached inside the pouch at her waist and pulled out a small container. Opening it, she reached in and smeared a great dollop of beeswax on her lips before tucking it away again.
“Come on, my husband-to-be. Give us a kiss - on the lips.” She closed her eyes and re-puckered her mouth in anticipation.
Vasey eyed her greasy mouth and swallowed hard. ~Maybe a kiss will settle her down. She's obviously not going to let me escape completely unscathed~
The sheriff reluctantly stood and leaned down, fighting back feelings of revulsion as his lips moved closer to hers. Finally they touched. ~Bother. As greasy as I expected~
Suddenly he found himself enveloped in the lady's very enthusiastic arms and legs as she forced her tongue down his throat.
“Ummmph - no- I beg you - my back!?!” Tearing his mouth away, he beseeched her with a pitiful yowl.
Alona gave him a toothy leer. “Stretch out on the bed, my dear Vasey-Wasey - and I'll give that troublesome back of yours a lovely massage you will never forget . . .”
And with that, she shoved him onto the bed face-down and straddled him.
~He's no Sir Guy, more's the pity. But he'll have to do. I haven't coupled with anyone in at least three days and I have my needs~
Vasey groaned without pleasure as he felt her greedy hands begin to roam his body in highly personal places.
~Vasey-Wasey?? Oh, I am so completely and totally fucked in every sense of the word~
*~*~*~*
“Now, you lads know I'm not just goin' to sit on my gnarled old hands, do you?”
Minerva, hands on hips, was balking against Sir Guy's gentle but firm command to rest while they moved the belongings she had packed to her new home.
Guy, setting down a well-worn chest, tilted his head and gave her a wry grin. “I fully expect you to disobey my orders, but I feel obliged to do so anyway.” His eyes twinkled. “One must look out for one's family members, after all.”
She smiled up at him. “Family. Now that's a lovely thought.”
Allan gingerly stepped in the door, carrying another chest. He balanced a large basket on his bronze head.
“That's right. We gotta look out for one another,” Allan said, flashing a customary cheeky grin.
Minerva shook her grizzled head with a laugh. “Hope there's nothin' breakable in that basket, young Allan . . .” She frowned. “I don't rightly remember that one anyway.”
Still grinning at Minerva, Allan bent his knees slowly, keeping his spine straight in order to place the chest on the floor.
“You'll never make it, Allan . . .” Guy, arms folded, goaded him, as he watched with an teasing smile.
Allan made a face at Guy and sank to his knees. The basket teetered, then tottered, but remained in place. With a triumphant grin, he lifted the basket from his head and placed it beside the chest, winking at Guy.
Guy smirked. “Show off,” he rumbled.
“What is it the Frenchies say? Et voila,” Allan said, waggling his brows. He lifted the cloth laid across the basket with a wave of his hand. “Provisions for our celebration of Minerva's becomin' one of the family.”
“Well done, young Allan . . . and you've packed us a lovely meal,too,” she crowed with a clap of her hands as she looked over the contents of the basket.
Allan shrugged as he stood up. “Least I can do for my fairy godmother, I reckon . . .”
He pressed a kiss atop Minerva's head and wrapped an arm around her narrow shoulders.
“There's a few more things on the cart, but otherwise, we're done,” Allan said.
“I suggest we all take some time out for rest and relaxation down at Turner's Pond. We can take Zeus along, too. A real family picnic, yeah?”
Zeus, who had been watching quietly, his head tucked between his front legs, sat up and enthusiastically wagged his tail.
Allan grinned. “See, Zeus thinks it's a grand idea, too.”
Minerva's face was wreathed in a smile. “Oh, Turner's Pond. I haven't been there in ages . . .”
Guy's lips twitched. “Ah, well, there has been that rumour the place is haunted . . .”
A mischievous gleam shone in her black eyes as she gazed up at him. “You can't believe everything you hear, Sir Guy.”
He flicked back his raven mane and leaned down, giving her a look of mock sternness.. “And you can't assume your feisty little housekeeper isn't up to some mischief behind your back, either, Minerva.”
Minerva wore a wide-eyed look of innocence. “I've only ever done things for your own well-bein', now you know that, Sir Guy,” she said reprovingly.
Allan laughed. “He's only bein' dominatin', Minerva - pay him no heed. We both know he's really a big ol' pussycat underneath his growl.”
Guy shot him a dark look. Allan's grin grew broader.
~a big, gorgeous, magnificent black cat~
Minerva looked from Guy to Allan with an inward chuckle of satisfaction.
~They do so adore each other. And they're comfortable teasin' each other. Just as it should be~
She patted their arms and gave a decided nod. “Right, yeah, let's call it a truce, lads. You can fill me in on the way to Turner's Pond on whot happened with the sheriff's bride . . .”
Guy rolled his eyes at Minerva's mention of Lady Alona and gave a disdainful sniff.
Allan raised his brows. “Oh, she's quite a sight, that one - and she's very taken with our Guy . . .”
Guy snorted. “She was eying you as well, young Allan.”
Allan shrugged and scratched his head. “I'd say she'd go for anything in trousers. Don't think there's gonna be a whole lot of wedded bliss between those two . . .”
Minerva gave him a sly little smile. ~And that's just as it should be, too~
*~*~*~*~*
Alona had managed to strip off Vasey's robe and shirt, albeit not without a struggle, and was now rubbing her nether regions against his arse with maddening enthusiasm as she continued to massage his back and shoulders.
“Now Vasey-Wasey, don't you feel all better now?”
The sheriff, who was doing his best to detach his mind from his body and the vile things the slut was doing to him, merely moaned.
Alona threw back her head, gasping in that odd fish-like manner of hers. Grabbing her container of beeswax, she spread another heavy coat on her lips. Closing her eyes, her hands moved down to her bodice, where she began tweaking her nipples through the fabric of her gown.
She thought of the ridiculously handsome dark knight named Sir Guy and his lover Allan and licked her lips.
~I wonder if they would ever consider a menage a trois with a strong, experienced, passionate woman like me?~
Vasey was also thinking of Guy and Allan as he listened to the curious sounds his bride-to-be was making through those grotesque lips of hers, flinching as her leprous body touched him.
~It's all their fault for charming the trousers off Sir Guy and Jasper and making all those successful raids and for being so damned attractive. And tall. With so much hair. Oh, fuck~
“Turn over, darling Vasey-Wasey, and I'll give you a full frontal - massage, that is.” Lady Alona was cooing in his ear.
Vasey cringed inwardly at her words, followed by a flick of her tongue before she sat up.
“I'm feeling - so much - better already, my lady. And you must be completely worn out by now . . .” ~Oh please let her be worn out, although it doesn't seen bloody likely~
Vasey turned over slowly, forcing another false smile across his face. His eyes widened in alarm as he saw her nipples, now free of the low bodice and staring straight at him. They were large and brown and very- pointed. Almost - worm-like.
She gave him another coy smile and began fondling those disgusting teats. “My nipples are incredibly sensitive. They love being touched. In fact, I nursed my darling Kieran until he was four.” She gave a tinkling laugh. “He used to ask mummy for milk, isn't that precious??”
“Uarrgh . . .” He moaned and closed his eyes.
~I never thought I would welcome the idea of death quite so much~
(Author's note: If those of you who have seen BTS haven't figured it out already, I really disliked Julie Graham's character, so apologies to anyone huge JG fans out there. I've only seen her in two series, and disliked her character in both, so I am rather biased against the wench.
As for our final chapter, expect wedding bells and one hell of a reluctant bridegroom, a surprise guest or two at the wedding feast and family togetherness at good ol' Turner's Pond, along with happy sexy time and horrendous sexy time - at least for Vasey. Muhahahahahahaha!!)