Lost & Found~Chapter 21~A Guy/Allan AU Fan Fic Rated NC-17
Lost & Found~Chapter 21~A Guy/Allan Fan Fic
(Rated NC-17)
Apologies for holiday festivities throwing me out of my regular fan fic writing schedule, but the boys are back for the conclusion of our rollicking erotic romance dramedy. In our last chapter, Guy rescued the little maid Moira from the clutches of Kieran and caused Alona's heart to race; Alona attempted to have her wicked way with Vasey, before being rudely interrupted by the naughty Puddems, and Vasey and Lady Alona finally came together for their nuptials, when an uninvited guest arrives . . .
Enjoy and comments as always are welcome! Thank you, Lady Muse, for your inspiration and support, and thank you, darling hubby, for indulging my addiction to the Luscious One.
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Alona gritted her teeth. Her cousin was even garbed in a gown of vivid scarlet like her own, only far more heavily beaded and embroidered. That impressive bosom was on magnificent display, an elaborate ruby and diamond necklace resting in its tempting cleft.
Prince John broke into a fatuous smile. “It is you, my dearest Lady Geraldine - isn't it?”
He stepped forward to take her hand, lifting it to his lips.
This time it was Lady Geraldine's dark eyes that widened in surprise. “Is that - you?” She swept her gaze over the elegantly dressed and perfectly coiffed prince.
Allan jabbed Guy in the side with his elbow. “It's one of our robbery victims - the one the prince fancied so much,” Allan murmured under his breath.
Guy's lips twitched. “The plot thickens . . .”
Lady Geraldine gave the prince a coquettish smile.
“My, my - but you do clean up very nicely . . .” she purred, batting her eyelashes. “Although I did rather fancy that ridiculous cap of yours.”
Prince John laughed. “Ah, one has to go incognito from time to time to enjoy a bit of adventure. Royal duties can weigh heavily on one's shoulders, my dear.”
The prince's handsome face were alight with affection and no small amount of desire as he gazed into Gerri's dark eyes . “And may I say you look simply delicious as always, you adorable girl . . .”
~Oh, how I'd love to dine on the feast that is Gerri right this minute~
“Pardon me.” Alona sounded distinctly frosty.
“You have shown up at a rather bad time, Cousin Geraldine,” she said with a huff.
The prince turned and presented a furrowed brow to the bride. “I should think you would delighted to see your cousin arrive for your nuptials, my lady,” he chided. Turning back, Prince John flashed a beaming smile at Gerri. “Especially so lovely and charming a cousin as the Lady Geraldine . . .”
The blood rushed to Alona's face in a most unbecoming manner at the prince's words.
Allan pursed his lips in a silent whistle.
~Looks like the blushin' bride about to explode, bloody hell~
“Oh, dearest cousin, do forgive me. I received news of your wedding plans during a visit to London and since we haven't seen each other in such a long time, well -” Lady Gerri shrugged helplessly.
The prince shook his head. “No need to apologise, darling Gerri. We are all thrilled to have you here, aren't we?”
He glanced around the chapel. “Aren't we?”
“Delighted,” Jasper murmured with a courtly little bow. Guy smiled and nodded. Allan grinned. “Too right.”
Lady Geraldine shot him a mischievous look.
“No bows and arrows this time?” she queried.
“Only Cupid's arrow this time around, milady,” Allan replied with a wink.
Kieran smirked. “The more, the merrier,” he drawled. Anything that so clearly made his mother unhappy was just fine with him.
The wine and the strains of the recent days were making Vasey feel muddled. He rubbed his temples.
“Er - do you have a - a sister here in Nottingham? Because I could swear I have seen you before . . .”
Gerri shook her glossy chestnut head. “I have no sisters, only brothers. But I would love to meet this double.”
The prince's smile grew even broader. “Oh, you shall, my darling. I will certainly bring you two together . . .”
~And I shall enjoy the pleasures times two~
Alona, hands on hips, cleared her throat.
“I don't wish to interrupt this little reunion, truly I don't, sire, but - could we get on with our wedding?” She spoke through clinched teeth, her lips turned up in a reasonable facsimile of a smile.
The prince waved his well-manicured hand. “Most certainly.” He gave a nod to the priest. “Pray, continue with the ceremony.”
“Very well, sire,” the little priest responded. Short-sighted, he peered at the sheriff.
“I need your full name, milord.”
Vasey goggled a bit. “Er - is that really necessary? I don't use my full name . . .”
“What IS his full name?” Allan whispered to Guy.
“I haven't the faintest idea . . . all I've ever heard him called is Vasey,” Guy replied with a shrug.
The priest blinked. “I'm sorry, milord, but I shall need your first and middle names in order to continue the ceremony,” he replied in a gentle but firm tone.
“Come on, Vaseykins, surely we've had enough of a delay already,” Lady Alona wheedled as she whipped out her container of beeswax and applied yet another coat to her pouting lips.
Kieran, left holding Puddems once again, sneered in his mother's and soon-to-be step-papa's direction.
He happened to catch the eye of the master at arms. One look from Sir Guy's penetrating azure gaze and Kieran quickly adopted a pseudo-angelic air.
Guy smiled to himself. ~I suppose I shouldn't take such delight in tormenting the little git, but I'd say he deserves it~
Prince John smothered a yawn. “Yes, sheriff, let's be a good chap and get on with it. Tell the holy man your full name.” Prince John was smiling as he spoke, but the flicker in his tawny eyes signaled a warning to Vasey.
Vasey swallowed hard. He mumbled something under his breath.
“Beg pardon,” the priest said, cupping his hand to his ear.
The prince gave a petulant roll of his eyes.
“Speak up, sheriff! We don't have all day,” Prince John said, a scowl marring his handsome face.
Vasey wiped his perspiring brow. ~Will my humiliation never end?~
“Eggbert. Peregrine. Vasey.” Shoulders slumping, he closed his eyes.
“My name is - Eggbert Peregrine Vasey.”
Eggbert! Oh, how too funny! My little Eggie-Poo,” the bride giggled.
Kieran gave a derisive snort, Allan bit his lip and Guy passed a broad hand over his face to hide the enormous grin.
~A ridiculous name for a ridiculous little man~
“Eggie-weggie . . . how charming,” Jasper chuckled malevolently. Vasey bared his teeth at the prince's right-hand man. Jasper just laughed more loudly.
Prince John raised his brows. “I suppose I can see why you kept that one hidden . . . well, Eggbert, let's get on with those vows, eh?”
Vasey opened his eyes and looked around the room.
~Laughing at me. They are all laughing at me~
“He, he - yes, by all means . . . let's get on with it,” he said with a forced enthusiasm, pasting on a false smile. “I'm so glad I amused you all so very much.”
Inwardly, the sheriff cursed his parents for the umpteenth time for burdening him with such an atrocious and undignified name.
~The sooner this farce is over, the sooner we get to the feast and I can start drinking again. I think I'm going to need to be good and sloshed to deal with the rest of this horrendous day - and night~
That cold chill ran down Eggbert Peregrine Vasey's spine once more as the priest's voice droned on.
~Tonight . . . oh gawd, give me strength!~
*~*~*~*~*
Vasey looked around the great hall of the castle. Guests were jabbering away, stuffing their filthy gobs with his food, slurping down his wine, laughing like an army of village idiots.
~As if it were some sort of happy occasion~
The pleasant buzz from his earlier tippling had completely worn off. His temples throbbed. His mouth had gone completely dry, even after his new bride had forced her slimy tongue in it when he'd had to oblige Prince John and kiss the leper.
He'd felt like telling the prince he was certainly welcome to suck face with the vile creature if he was in such an amorous mood.
~Of course, the poncy prince has got the roly-poly widow from Dibley to entertain him. Everyone seems so - fucking - HAPPY~
“We must drink a toast to each other, Eggie-Weggie,” Alona brayed as she held up a goblet and thrust her bosoms at him in a most alarming fashion.
~Forget the fucking toast. Give me something to drink, and quick~
“Oh, er - yes indeed, my lady. To your - health.”
Batting her lashes at him, Alona wrapped her arm around his and giggled coyly.
“You must drink from my cup and I must drink from yours . . . now that we are joined together . . .”
she cooed, inching ever closer to her prey.
The sheriff was suddenly glad he had nothing on his stomach.
The prince and Jasper would never let him hear the end of it if he was sick all over his new bride.
Vasey gulped down the wine, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to look into her greedy, squinting gaze.
“You there, refill our goblets,” he commanded a nearby servant.
Allan jerked his head in the direction of the newlyweds as he bit into a spiced peach.
“I'm not bein' funny, but I somehow get the idea ol' Eggbert there ain't too fond of his new wife.”
Minerva, who had joined them for the feast by the prince's own special invitation, shook her grizzled head, her earrings sparkling in the candlelight. “He isn't really the marryin' kind, I reckon . . .”
Allan glanced at Guy. “I suppose we aren't, either, Minerva - the marryin' kind.”
Guy thought fleetingly of his failed attempts to get Marian to the altar. A shadow flickered over his face.
~All the energies expended and lies told, and it was
never meant to be, I suppose~
Guy looked at Allan and lightly brushed his fingertips across the top of his lover's hand. Allan responded with a cheeky wink. Guy smiled at him.
~And then Allan came along, funny, kind, determined Allan who truly loves me for myself~
Minerva observed her lads with a critical eye, then smiled. “I reckon you two would if you could - marry, that is.”
Allan, about to take a bite of juicy pheasant, paused, his eyes wide. “Whot - you mean each other? I mean, me and Giz?”
Minerva gave a shrug. “I've seen couples with less love and affection and trust in one another joined together.” She gave a wistful sigh.
“ 'Course, the church would never approve o' such a thing as two lads marryin.' That's just my fanciful way of thinkin.'”
Guy flicked back his dark mane, one elegant brow raised. “It would never work, Minerva.” His face wore a somber expression.
“Can you imagine Allan in a frock and a veil, his lips rouged?” A devilish spark glinted in his azure eyes.
“Hey, how come I'm the one wearin'
the frock?” Allan said with consternation.
Guy chuckled. “I'm joking, Allan. Joking . . .”
Allan grinned. “Anyway, you're the one with the best legs . . . wouldn't you agree, Minerva?”
The little woman held up her hands and shook her head. “Oh, I'm not gonna get into the middle of that, lads - you're a handsome pair, that's all I'll say.”
Guy leaned in and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. “A born diplomat,” he rumbled.
“And quite the dancer,” chimed in Sir Jasper. He rose from his seat beside Minerva and made a courtly little bow, extending his hand to the elderly woman.
“Would you care to dance with me, Minerva? That is a very lively tune they are playing . . .”
Minerva decided to ignore her tired joints and gave Sir Jasper a saucy smile as she laid her small, work-worn hand in his.
“How could I refuse you, Sir J?”
“Here, Sir Jasper, just don't you be goin' and gettin' any ideas about stealin' our Minerva away,” Allan said as Sir Jasper took her arm.
“No worries about that, lads. You're stuck with me,” she replied with a wink.
“And they should count their lucky stars,” Sir Jasper said gallantly.
As they gaily stepped to the music of the pipes and drum, Sir Jasper leaned down and spoke to his dancing companion. “Minerva, I have an idea . . .”
Minerva's eyes widened as she listened to Sir Jasper's plan. She smiled and nodded her approval.
“I think that's just the thing . . .”
“Who would have thought our housekeeper and Sir Jasper would be thick as thieves? Life is funny.” Allan gave a little sigh as he watched the dancers, then turned his attentions back to his food.
“Uhmm, this pheasant is really delicious, Guy.”
Guy watched Allan's pink tongue flicking the juices from his fingertips. He thought of their earlier tryst at the pond, of Allan's rock-hard cock in his mouth and his lover's moans and cries of pleasure.
“Do you still want to play games with me, Allan?” A silken teasing voice.
Allan's lips curled into a naughty grin. “Sir Guy, I am always ready, willin' and able when it comes to games with you.”
Guy tilted his head, flicking back a stray lock of witch-black hair. Leaning in, he whispered in Allan's ear. “Bind me, gag me - tease me - fuck me? Would you like that?”
Allan gasped. “Oh bloody hell . . . you're gonna give me a hard-on right here at the table, Giz.”
A dark chuckle. “Just the reaction I was hoping for, my sweet Allan . . .”
A short distance away, the prince was drinking in Lady Geraldine's beauty with his tawny gold-brown eyes.
“I cannot believe my great good fortune to see you once again, my darling girl,” he sighed rapturously.
“I had no idea you were cousin to Lady Alona!”
“Oh, we are quite distant cousins, actually, third cousins twice removed, or something like that . . .”
She leaned and gave the prince a conspiratorial smile. “To be perfectly honest - I think she's a horrid bit of baggage, but I do love weddings. And wedding feasts. And to discover my well-mannered 'outlaw' is a handsome prince, well . . .”
Gerri giggled. “Absolutely delicious.”
Beaming, Prince John took her plump, bejeweled hand in his own for a kiss. As he leaned down, his eyes feasted on the magnificence of Gerri's scarlet-framed bubbies.
“Red is so your colour, my darling . . .”
“Even more than it is Alona's?” she queried with a tilt of her head.
The prince rolled his eyes.
“There is simply no comparison . . .” He paused, thinking, and raised one elegant brow. “Actually . . . there is a comparison.” Giving Gerri a sly grin, he rose to his feet.
“Come, my dear, there is someone you must meet.”
“Lead on,” Gerri cooed.
*~*~*~*
Vasey guzzled another goblet of wine. Setting the empty vessel down, he gave a slight hiccup.
“Oh, dearest Eggie-Weggie, we mustn't get too drunk . . . after all, you need to be able to - perform . . .” his bride murmured into his ear, before nibbling on the lobe.
Her greedy hand was wandering dangerously close to his nether regions.
~It's going to take a hell of a lot more than sobriety to make me want to perform for you, my wormy-nippled leper~
Vasey extricated himself from Alona's grasp, firmly removing her roving hand.
“Dearest, you must be patient.” Vasey bared his teeth as he patted those fingertips and forced himself to press a kiss to them.
She thrust her lips out in a pout and tossed back her dark curls. “Well, I'm trying . . . but it has been - days - since, well . . .” Alona gave a coy giggle.
“Since you-know-what.”
~If you only knew how long it's been since I had you-know-what. At least with a leper. Who wasn't properly trussed up, that is~
Suddenly he felt her hand creeping across his leg.
~God's blood, does she never stop?~
“More wine, my dearest?” Vasey grabbed her hand and hastily thrust a goblet into it.
“After all, it's time to celebrate and make merry . . . It's not every day that I get married, after all.”
~Drink, you hag. Anything to put off the - oh I can't bear to even think of it . . .~
Alona flashed her horsey grin at him and batted her eyelashes. As she flirted with him, tracing the rim of her goblet with the tip of her tongue, Vasey noted with horror her breasts were threatening once more to jump ship from her bodice.
“My dear, please be careful . . .” He gave a sickly smile as he gestured toward her bubbies.
“I would hate for you to share those with - everyone present.”
~Although I've no doubt half of London has seen them by now, whether they fucking wanted to or not~
Alona gave a little pout, squinting her dark eyes. “Oh, Eggie darling . . .” Sighing, she adjusted her frock to contain her runaway baps.
“At least you want me all to yourself - how sweet,” she cooed as she whipped out the ubiquitous beeswax and coated her lips once more.
“Yessss . . .” He imagined subjecting her to the worst his dungeon had to offer.
Chains. Thumbscrews. Nipple clamps.
It was such a cheery thought Vasey's eyes gleamed brightly, a gleam his new bride mistook for something else.
“Ohhhh, Eggie-Weggie, I see the love-light in your eyes, you devil . . .”
Vasey bared his teeth. ~I know what I would love to do to you, but there would be no light left in your squinty little eyes when I got through, you wretched creature~
*~*~*~*
In the kitchen, Gerri's mouth gaped open in amazement. The other woman was plainly dressed and wearing a fair amount of flour. And yet -
“She might be my twin . . .” Two voices spoke as one.
Two hands - one soft and glittering with gems, the other bare and a bit callused - clapped over two mouths as two pairs of shining brown eyes danced with merriment.
Prince John chuckled with delight. “Merri, meet Gerri. It's like looking at your reflections in the water, isn't it, my darlings?”
Gerri giggled. “No wonder the sheriff asked me if I had a sister here in Nottingham . . .”
Merri nodded. “And now I know why the prince looked at me with such big eyes that night. He thought the grand lady was also the castle's cook!”
“Perhaps one of my forefathers engaged in a tumble in the hay with one of your foremothers, my dear,” Gerry said a smile and a winsome tilt of her head.
Merri grinned. “Or mayhap one of your kinswomen decided to enjoy a bit o' the rough with one of my kinsmen.”
The prince wrapped an arm around each of his bountiful beauties and heaved a happy sigh.
“However such a perfectly lovely pair of ladies should have come into this world doesn't matter. The important thing is -” He gave each a firm squeeze and an affectionate pat on the backside.
“The important thing is we have discovered one another - and tonight, ah, tonight is young, there is feasting and dancing and merrymaking to enjoy . . .”
He pressed a kiss to each lady's round, rosy cheek.
“And later, well - I have a very, very large and comfortable bed here at the castle - Merri can attest to that, can't you, my darling?” The cook crinkled her little nose and nodded. “Very large and very comfy indeed,” Merri said.
“Not that we slept much . . .” She added with a giggle.
She pinched the prince's cheek as she gave him a huge wink.
Gerri grinned. “Oh, you two naughty, naughty bunnies . . .” She took Merri's hand in hers and clasped the prince's in the other.
“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship . . .”
Prince John's smile was rapturous as he looked into each set of sparkling brown eyes, each mischievous smile - and, or course, at each pair of stupendous baps. ~I'm in heaven~
“Oh - you adorable girls . . .”
*~*~*~*
The prince was sauntering back to the great hall with his two ladies on his arms, a most complacent smile on his face.
Eggbert was chugging as much wine as he could get his hands on while struggling to keep his bride's hands off him, and Minerva and Jasper were indeed thick as thieves as they continued tripping the light fantastic.
A sulky Kieran, stuck with caring for Puddems while his mother made a fool of herself over the beady-eyed troll, was lacing the cat's meal with wine. If he was lucky, Puddems would be sick all the newlyweds. The thought of it brought a most unpleasant smile to his pimply face.
Guy and Allan were flirting, eyes glinting with desire and mischief over the rims of their goblets, fingers licked suggestively, tongues tracing those kissable lips.
“So, you're going to let me tame the black stallion later, yeah, Giz?”
Guy bit into the bread and chewed slowly. Allan, watching that delectable Adam's apple bob as Guy swallowed, admired his beautiful, long column of throat and thought of how sweet it would be to kiss and lick and suck on it . . .
Guy flicked back his mane as he sipped some wine, a smile playing about the corner of his lips.
“Oh, I don't know about taming him, Allan - but he might enjoy a bit of frisky horseplay.” Guy flashed a predatory grin.
“With the right strawberry roan, of course.”
Allan raised his brows. “Horseplay with silken ropes, perhaps?”
Guy tilted his head. “As you wish, sweet Allan. You'll be in charge tonight . . .”
Allan caught his breath. “I suppose it would be, uh - rude - to leave the festivities before the bride and groom?”
Guy gave a rueful smirk. “Alas, young Allan, I suppose it would be.” One of his broad hands touched Allan's thigh, gently caressed it through the fabric of his trousers.
“ Although I wish you could take me right here, right now,” Guy breathed as he leaned in closer, his fingers lightly grazing Allan's erection beneath the cover of the table.
Allan gave a little groan. “Ohhhh, Giz, bloody hell . . .”
Sir Jasper and Minerva eyed the lustful pair and looked at each other with knowing smiles.
“The prince is back with his ladies, Sir J.”
Jasper smoothed his goatee thoughtfully.
“And he appears to be in a very jovial mood. No time like the present, Minerva . . .”
And Sir Jasper, after giving Minerva a gallant little bow, strode away to have a talk with Prince John.
*~*~*~*
Alona saw the prince return with her cousin and - Jesu! It certainly looked as if Geraldine had a twin sister and what WAS the other creature wearing??
She gave a much put-upon huff as her dark eyes narrowed. The prince looked as if he were having a very good time . . . a much better time than he'd ever had with Lady Alona.
Geraldine, clutching the prince's arm tightly with one hand, gazed adoringly into his eyes.
Alona sniffed. “I am beginning to wonder about the prince's taste in companions.” Vasey cast unfocused eyes toward the prince and his lady loves and gave a noncommittal shrug.
~A leper is a leper is a leper. All objectionable~
Vasey took another large gulp of the wine.
Almost as if she'd heard her cousin's snide remark, Gerri glanced in Alona's direction. She murmured something to her “twin.”
They both looked at Alona and lifted plump hands,waggling their fingers as they shared a boisterous giggle. The prince laughed uproariously and pressed kisses to the cleavage of each voluptuous beauty.
Alona bit her beeswax-laden lips hard. ~Disgusting~
Unconsciously her twitching fingers went to her bodice and began tweaking her nipples through the fabric.
Her groom glimpsed the busy fingertips at work, the beeswax rapidly staining the material. Vasey shuddered and reached for his goblet.
~Disgusting~
Sir Jasper made his way to the prince, Merri and Gerri, bowing and paying lavish compliments to all.
“Sire, I believe I know a way to make this night a very memorable one . . .” Sir Jasper said.
The prince raised his russet brows. “Even more memorable than a grand wedding feast capped with an evening romp with Merri and Gerri, my old friend?” he drawled.
Jasper gave an obsequious smile. “Amazingly, Sire, even more memorable. A first in the kingdom, in fact.” Jasper leaned in and said with a confident nod, “It could make you known as Prince John the Benevolent-Hearted.”
The prince's eyes brightened at Jasper's words. “Indeed? And I would be giving our dear brother Dickie a bit of competition in the popularity contest, hmmm?You have quite piqued one's interest,” Prince John purred.
He kissed Gerri's and then Merri's hands. “Do excuse me momentarily, dearest girls. Don't go anywhere.”
The prince turned to Jasper and wrapped a convivial arm around his lieutenant. “Jasper, pray, do tell your prince more . . .”
*~*~*~*~*
Alona's puffy lips were thrust out in a childish pout.
~It's my bloody wedding feast and no one is paying proper attention to me~
The beautiful master-at-arms' only had eyes for the ginger-haired lad. Prince John was consorting with her awful cow of a cousin and that flour-coated look-alike - and her new husband seemed determined to drink himself into a stupor.
“Eggie-Weggie . . . can't we leave?” she whined.
She nipped Vasey's earlobe and stuck her tongue inside his ear. “I'm ready to get our wedding night underway . . .”
Vasey shuddered. ~If only I had my pincers, I could cut that nasty leper tongue right out of her head~
“Oooh, dearest, I can feel you quivering with excitement,” Alona squealed.
~Oh gawd. A stupid, sex-mad, beeswax-obsessed leper. What have I ever done . . .oh, never mind~
“I believe, my dear, the prince is going to make a speech before we can, uhm, exit these festivities,” Vasey said, baring his unfortunate teeth in her direction as he carefully drew his ear away from her tongue.
“We must keep the prince happy, after all.”
Alona sighed and shook back her dark curls petulantly. “Well, he certainly isn't paying any heed to us at the moment.”
Her fingers were moving dangerously close to her bodice again.
~God's breath! She's about to go at it again with those fucking teats of hers~
“Patience, my dear. Patience,” the sheriff said, averting his eyes. He didn't think he'd ever be drunk enough to rid his mind of this monstrosity of a marriage partner.
Allan closed his eyes, a seraphic smile spreading across his face as Guy continued to touch him in all the right places.
“Ohhhhh, Giz . . .”
The sound of a throat being cleared. Allan's eyes flew open.
Sir Jasper was standing there with a rather apologetic look on his face. “Pardon me, Allan, Sir Guy. The prince is going to make a special announcement. It concerns you both . . .”
Allan and Guy exchanged surprised glances.
“Is that a good thing- or bad?” Allan said.
Sir Jasper gave him an enigmatic look.
“You'll soon find out.”
“Ah, my favourite master at arms and his right-hand man . . .” The prince was beaming down at them, his elegantly-clad arms outstretched, the jewels twinkling on his manicured hands.
“Stand up, stand up, dear fellows,” Prince John
said.
Allan gulped. He already was standing up, that was the difficulty.
~Think of Vasey. Naked. With his wormy-nippled bride. Oh, bloody hell~
Allan gave the prince a slightly sheepish grin. “A slight - cramp, pardon me, Sire.”
Guy's lips twitched as he rose to his feet. “Allan's been training very diligently, Sire. He has to work a few kinks out of his - limbs . . .”
Additional unpleasant thoughts of a bare-arsed and randy sheriff had worked its magic and Allan also rose to his feet. “All better now,” he said with his customary cheeky charm.
“Wonderful . . .” The prince flashed them another beaming smile and clapped his hands together, exclaiming in his rich and plummy tones, “Attention, everyone, attention to your prince!”
Alona sat up straight in her chair, preening a little.
“Ah, the prince is surely preparing to honour us on our special day, Eggiekins . . .”
Vasey, head turned toward Prince John, winced and rolled his eyes.
~Eggiekins?! Oh, how sweet it would be to torture her, even for only a few shining moments . . .~
“We were brought together tonight to celebrate the nuptials of our own dear Sheriff, Eggbert Peregrine Vasey and his bride, Lady Alona. Many felicitations to the couple,” Prince John said with a nod of his handsome head in their direction.
Alona batted her lashes as she bared her horsey teeth at the prince. Vasey gave a sickly smile.
“However, there is another lovely couple whom I feel is most deserving of recognition on this auspicious occasion.” The prince placed one hand on Allan's shoulder and the other on Guy's.
“I give you Sir Guy of Gisborne and Allan a Dale.
Men who have served me faithfully and well.”
Prince John clapped each man heartily on the shoulder. Guy and Allan exchanged bemused looks.
“Let it be known henceforth that these men have pledged themselves to one another. Their love and devotion to each other - and of course, to me - is most inspiring.
As your prince, I decree that no one in this kingdom shall interfere with their special relationship, which I have duly blessed.”
Pressing his hands together prayerfully, the prince raised his tawny eyes to the heavens.
“Never let it be said your prince is not a forward-thinking, magnanimous ruler - one with a truly benevolent heart,” he added.
Sir Jasper, a beaming Minerva by his side, nodded his approval.
“He'll probably take full credit for the idea, o' course,” Minerva whispered.
“Yes, but if it keeps our prince sweet and protects Sir Guy and Allan - it really doesn't matter who gets the credit, my dear Minerva, don't you agree?”
Minerva chuckled. “Why, Sir J, I do believe you are turnin' into a bit of a fairy godfather. Who'd have thought it?”
Sir Jasper smiled down at her. “I blame it all on you, Minerva . . . fairy godmother to us all.”
Prince John lifted a cup as he looked around the great hall.
“Come, let us all raise a toast to Sir Guy and Allan - to the happy couple!”
The guests rose, raising their vessels to join in the toast.
“Guess everyone knows about us now, yeah, Giz?”
Allan murmured as the crowd chorused its approval of the couple.
Guy gave a small nod. “Does it - bother you, Allan?”
A cheeky grin. “Not a bit. I've got the finest stallion in the kingdom, why should it bother me?”
Guy's lips curved into one of those heart-stoppingly sweet smiles Allan loved.
“You do make me very, very happy, Allan . . .”
“Oh, do go ahead, you two, you're as good as married. Give us a kiss,” Minerva's teasing voice called out.
The prince beamed. “Capital idea. Oh, do!”
Guy smirked as he leaned down to tenderly brush his lips against Allan's. “Good ol' Minerva . . .”
*~*~*~*
Lady Alona drew a scandalised breath and clenched her teeth so hard her breasts threatened to once more escape from her gown.
“Overshadowed yet again!” She hissed with a snort and a stamp of her expensively shod foot.
“One has to admit. They do make a lovely couple,” Vasey mumbled, hiccuping. He wistfully recalled his glimpses of the two men going at it hammer and tongs and sighed.
His wife stood up with a huff. “Come along, darling Eggie. It's time we had some fun!!”
And with that, Alona grabbed Vasey by his silk tunic and tugged him along in her wake.
“Bu- but- dearest, our-guests!” Vasey attempted to protest.
“Oh, they can go and fuck themselves for all I care,” she muttered darkly.
Fucking, in fact, was all the new bride could seem to think of.
Three day's abstinence was far, far too long a time.
*~*~*~*~*
Prince John saw the newlyweds sweep out of the hall and smiled.
“Ah, l'amour. It is certainly in the air tonight.”
He flung out his arms. “Go ahead, my dear subjects, continue to eat, drink and be merry. This castle is at your disposal . . .”
His eyes fell upon Lady Geraldine and Merri and his smile grew even broader. ~What a splendid pair with such splendid pairs!~
“My ladies await me . . .” With a naughty chuckle, the prince once more flung an arm around Guy and Allan.
“I shall adjourn to my chambers with my lovely girls and I imagine you two want to do the same, eh? Don't do anything I wouldn't do, my dear fellows.” He gave them a lascivious wink as he sauntered to a rendezvous with his twin beauties.
A naughty chuckle was tossed back at them. “Of course, there really isn't much of anything I wouldn't do, come to think of it!”
Guy tilted his head, looking like a glorious dark angel to Allan's keen blue eyes.
“In that case, we don't have to worry about anything we choose to do tonight, do we, sweet Allan?” he purred.
Allan licked his lips. ~bloody hell~
“I'm all for that adjournin' stuff, too, Giz . . .”
A wolfish grin.
“Then, let's go . . .”
*~*~*~*
The sheriff had been unceremoniously shoved on his back and now lay spread-eagle on his bed, his eyes tightly closed.
“Here I come, Eggsie-Weggsie!” Alona, having stripped off her gown, pounced.
Vasey felt something hard and pointy grazing his left cheek. Opening one eye, he realised it was Lady Alona's right nipple. It was - staring at him.
~Oh, fuck~
Alona's fevered hands were fiddling with his clothing now, moving between his legs, oh bother-
Alona frowned.
Eggsie felt quite - small.
~Perhaps he was a grower. After all, from little acorns and all that~
“Oooh, we must get you all warmed up, Eggsie!”
Vasey groaned as she writhed atop him, her errant bubbies flapping in his face.
~Since I am about to descend into hell, I should be very warm very soon~
*~*~*~*~*
Allan pinned Guy against the door as soon as they entered the chamber.
Pressing his mouth hard to Guy's, Allan ground his pelvis into his lover's, his hands wrapped around Guy's wrists.
He could feel the blood coursing through Guy's veins, Guy's heart racing through his heavy jacket.
Pulling his mouth away, Allan laid his tousled head for a moment against Guy's broad chest.
“Remember, Allan, it's whatever you want, however you want me . . . bind me, tease me - fuck me. I am all yours,” Guy murmured in his dark silken tones.
“Oh, Giz . . . you are mine now, aren't you, Giz - all mine,” Allan said with a sigh. He released Guy's wrists and interlocked his hands with his lover's.
“Yes, all yours, Allan. The prince himself says so, after all . . .”
Allan nuzzled Guy's throat, traced a circle around that delectable Adam's apple with the tip of his tongue.
He relished the heat coming from Guy's long, lean body, the hardness of his erection pressing against Allan's.
“And we gotta keep the prince sweet, don't we,
Giz?”
A chuckle. “I'd say it's our sworn duty, young Allan . . .”
Allan released Guy's hands and took a step back. He walked over and sat down in a chair, still facing Guy.
“Strip for me, Guy. Strip and then get on the bed.”
Guy, his eyes locked on Allan's, slowly nodded. He began to unbuckle one of the many straps on his jacket.
“Is this where you want me to start?” Guy asked, a smile playing about his lips, his nimble fingers toying with the leather and metal.
Allan swallowed. “That's good. Don't stop.”
Guy gave him another wolfish grin as he continued to undo the straps and finally peeled off the jacket, revealing the black linen shirt beneath.
Tossing it to one side, Guy threw out his arms as he flicked back his raven mane.
“What next, young Allan?” He purred.
“The shirt - take off the shirt,” Allan said, licking his lips. His erection had come back with a vengeance.
~God's teeth. My cock is achin' to get out of these trousers~
“As you wish . . .” Guy rumbled, a teasing gleam in his eyes as he slowly slid his shirt upwards, exposing his bare muscular torso.
Allan eyed those rosy, hard nipples, as delicious-looking as ripe berries, and felt his mouth water.
~Oh the things I'm gonna do to Giz~
Guy finished stripping off the shirt, taut muscles rippling across the planes of his abdomen as he tossed it aside.
Allan's wide eyes drank in every movement of his lover, noting how Guy's sun-kissed skin was burnished gold in the torchlight, reddish highlights gleaming in his raven locks, those deep-set azure eyes heavy-lidded and nearly black with desire.
“Bloody hell, Giz, but you are one fuckin' beautiful
man . . .” Allan breathed, his fingers stroking his erection through the fabric.
A sinful smirk spread across Guy's face as he began to unlace his own trousers. “Do you suppose the Lady Alona thinks the same thing about me?”
Allan gave a low chuckle. “I'm not bein' funny, but that 'un would have had a taste of Nottingham's finest right on the castle steps if she'd had the chance . . .”
Guy grinned as he began to peel the trousers down his sinuous hips. “Little did she know that pleasure is deserved solely for you, sweet Allan.”
“Wait, Guy.” Allan blew out his breath, his fingers curling more snugly around his erection.
“Turn around. I want to see that gorgeous arse of yours.”
A dark laugh. “As you wish, Allan.” Guy spun around and continued to strip off his trousers, revealing those lush alabaster mounds Allan so prized.
~So smooth, firm and ripe, that arse~
“All mine,” Allan murmured aloud. Part of him wanted to leap from the chair and take Guy right there from behind, pounding into him until his lover screamed with pleasure . . .
Allan closed his eyes and gave a small groan.
“What next, young Allan?” Guy, now naked, had moved to the bed.
He was reclining on his side, propping on an elbow, one long, lean leg bent at the knee. His cock stood fully engorged in its thatch of dark curls.
Allan swallowed. ~Good enough to eat~
He walked over and pulled out a handful of silken ties from the table beside Guy's bed.
“Lie back, Giz. I'm gonna make you keep your promise . . .”
*~*~*~*
The new bride bounced away in a frenzy atop her hapless groom but very little seemed to be happening.
Granted, the sheriff had very limited knowledge of female nether regions (and it was quite the way he wished it).
~But surely - surely - women's -bits - are not typically so - cavernous?~
Lady Alona, on the other hand, had quite an extensive knowledge of male anatomy.
~This may be the smallest cock I've seen on a grown man~
Still, she felt strangely drawn to the beady-eyed, balding little man with the tiny manhood. And Alona wasn't one to give up easily.
“Eggiepoo - you're simply going to have to pleasure me with your mouth if I'm ever going to come . . .”
~Pleasure? MY mouth? Oh noooooooooo . . .~
There was a sudden yowl - Eggie thought it was his wife for a moment - and something furry landed on Alona's shoulder.
“Puddems! What - ewwww, get off me, you're making sick, you awful puss . . .” Alona shrieked, leaping off Vasey and tossing the wobbly puss to the floor.
“I shall have to wash this foulness away, I'm so sorry, darling Eggie . . .”
Vasey drank in the scent of cat sick and thought it smelled as lovely as rose petals at that moment.
~Spared. For the time being . . .~
*~*~*~*
Guy's hands were spread and tied to the bedposts, another silken tie serving as a gag.
“I'd blindfold you, Giz, but I love lookin' into those eyes of yours too much . . .”
Those smouldering, kohl-rimmed azure eyes were burning into Allan's.
~Bind me. Tease me. Fuck me~
Still dressed, Allan loosened his laces to unfetter his swollen cock, then straddled his lover's lower legs.
With a naughty grin, Allan lifted a container of oil and dipped his fingers into it.
Tipping his head back, he took his cock in his oiled fingers and caressed the shaft from top to bottom, his full, soft lips parting with pleasure.
Guy watched, aching to touch his own rock-hard cock, to take Allan and be taken by him.
He gave a little groan.
“Don't worry, Giz. I've not forgotten about you . . .”
Allan shifted forward, using his nimble fingers to knead Guy's chest and abdomen, massaging the smooth, bare flesh as his own cock brushed tantalisingly against Guy's.
“I don't think I ever gave you a good frontal massage, did I? I'll have to take care of that, won't I?”
Allan's bright blue eyes glinted with mischief and lust as he dipped his tousled bronze head and ran his tongue around Guy's rosy nipples.
Taking the hardened nubs between his teeth, Allan gave them a gentle bite.
He felt Guy began to buck beneath him and laughed.
“You like that, don't you?” Allan continued to caress Guy's torso with his hands as he pressed hot, moist kisses to Guy's long swan-like neck.
“Fuckin' beautiful, and beautiful to fuck, that's my black stallion,” he murmured.
Allan lifted Guy's legs and threw them over his shoulders. “And now I'm gonna fuck you like I've been wantin' to all night, Giz . . .”
He slid one oiled finger inside Guy, then added a second, and third. Guy caught his breath beneath the gag.
Allan saw his lover's blue eyes turn black with desire as his nostrils flared above the gag and smiled.
~We give each other so much pleasure~
Easing his fingers out, Allan stroked more oil on his cock before sliding its tip inside Guy.
He began to thrust slowly, deeply into his lover, groaning as Guy engulfed his shaft with his warmth and tightness.
Guy closed his eyes, breathing hard as Allan pounded into him ever harder and faster. Guy felt waves of sweet pleasure wash over him as he came.
“Guy - Guy. Look at me, Guy.”
He opened his eyes and looked into Allan's as his lover cried out in wonder and delight, exploding inside of him.
Pulling the gag free, Allan pressed his mouth to Guy's, his fingers entwining in those long raven locks.
“I love you, Guy of Gisborne. And nothin' will ever stop that.”
A soft chuckle. “Especially if you keep me tied to this bed . . .”
“Awww, sorry . . .” Allan gave him a sheepish grin as he untied his lover's bonds. “Although it is temptin' to keep you this way.”
“No worries . . .” Guy drawled. He grabbed Allan's arms and rolled him over.
Gazing down at Allan as he straddled him, Guy gently traced the outline of the younger man's mouth with the tip of his finger.
“You are right, Allan. Nothing - and no one - will ever stop our love . . .”
*~*~*~*
The merrymaking was done and all was quiet and calm in Nottingham Castle.
In the prince's chamber, the royal personage was nestled snug between the finest two pair of baps in the kingdom, a most contented smile spread across his handsome face.
In the maid's quarters, a slightly-built servant girl dreamed of a tall, dark knight with kind blue eyes and a deep, velvet voice and a cheeky young man with tumbled bronze curls and engaging grin.
In the sheriff's chamber, his lady wife tweaked her nipples as she slept, irresistible visions of the same gorgeous nobleman and cheeky charmer dancing in her head.
Beside her, his arm curled around a large ball of vibrating fur, Eggbert Peregrine Vasey snored loudly as he cheerfully dreamed of pincers, thumbscrews, ropes and chains and the poetry of pain . . .
And in a certain beautiful dark knight's chamber, Sir Guy of Gisborne held his sweet Allan in his strong arms and dreamed of their future together.
It was such a happy dream.
~The End~
(An epilogue to follow. Happy New Year, everyone!)
(Rated NC-17)
Apologies for holiday festivities throwing me out of my regular fan fic writing schedule, but the boys are back for the conclusion of our rollicking erotic romance dramedy. In our last chapter, Guy rescued the little maid Moira from the clutches of Kieran and caused Alona's heart to race; Alona attempted to have her wicked way with Vasey, before being rudely interrupted by the naughty Puddems, and Vasey and Lady Alona finally came together for their nuptials, when an uninvited guest arrives . . .
Enjoy and comments as always are welcome! Thank you, Lady Muse, for your inspiration and support, and thank you, darling hubby, for indulging my addiction to the Luscious One.
*~*~*~*
Alona gritted her teeth. Her cousin was even garbed in a gown of vivid scarlet like her own, only far more heavily beaded and embroidered. That impressive bosom was on magnificent display, an elaborate ruby and diamond necklace resting in its tempting cleft.
Prince John broke into a fatuous smile. “It is you, my dearest Lady Geraldine - isn't it?”
He stepped forward to take her hand, lifting it to his lips.
This time it was Lady Geraldine's dark eyes that widened in surprise. “Is that - you?” She swept her gaze over the elegantly dressed and perfectly coiffed prince.
Allan jabbed Guy in the side with his elbow. “It's one of our robbery victims - the one the prince fancied so much,” Allan murmured under his breath.
Guy's lips twitched. “The plot thickens . . .”
Lady Geraldine gave the prince a coquettish smile.
“My, my - but you do clean up very nicely . . .” she purred, batting her eyelashes. “Although I did rather fancy that ridiculous cap of yours.”
Prince John laughed. “Ah, one has to go incognito from time to time to enjoy a bit of adventure. Royal duties can weigh heavily on one's shoulders, my dear.”
The prince's handsome face were alight with affection and no small amount of desire as he gazed into Gerri's dark eyes . “And may I say you look simply delicious as always, you adorable girl . . .”
~Oh, how I'd love to dine on the feast that is Gerri right this minute~
“Pardon me.” Alona sounded distinctly frosty.
“You have shown up at a rather bad time, Cousin Geraldine,” she said with a huff.
The prince turned and presented a furrowed brow to the bride. “I should think you would delighted to see your cousin arrive for your nuptials, my lady,” he chided. Turning back, Prince John flashed a beaming smile at Gerri. “Especially so lovely and charming a cousin as the Lady Geraldine . . .”
The blood rushed to Alona's face in a most unbecoming manner at the prince's words.
Allan pursed his lips in a silent whistle.
~Looks like the blushin' bride about to explode, bloody hell~
“Oh, dearest cousin, do forgive me. I received news of your wedding plans during a visit to London and since we haven't seen each other in such a long time, well -” Lady Gerri shrugged helplessly.
The prince shook his head. “No need to apologise, darling Gerri. We are all thrilled to have you here, aren't we?”
He glanced around the chapel. “Aren't we?”
“Delighted,” Jasper murmured with a courtly little bow. Guy smiled and nodded. Allan grinned. “Too right.”
Lady Geraldine shot him a mischievous look.
“No bows and arrows this time?” she queried.
“Only Cupid's arrow this time around, milady,” Allan replied with a wink.
Kieran smirked. “The more, the merrier,” he drawled. Anything that so clearly made his mother unhappy was just fine with him.
The wine and the strains of the recent days were making Vasey feel muddled. He rubbed his temples.
“Er - do you have a - a sister here in Nottingham? Because I could swear I have seen you before . . .”
Gerri shook her glossy chestnut head. “I have no sisters, only brothers. But I would love to meet this double.”
The prince's smile grew even broader. “Oh, you shall, my darling. I will certainly bring you two together . . .”
~And I shall enjoy the pleasures times two~
Alona, hands on hips, cleared her throat.
“I don't wish to interrupt this little reunion, truly I don't, sire, but - could we get on with our wedding?” She spoke through clinched teeth, her lips turned up in a reasonable facsimile of a smile.
The prince waved his well-manicured hand. “Most certainly.” He gave a nod to the priest. “Pray, continue with the ceremony.”
“Very well, sire,” the little priest responded. Short-sighted, he peered at the sheriff.
“I need your full name, milord.”
Vasey goggled a bit. “Er - is that really necessary? I don't use my full name . . .”
“What IS his full name?” Allan whispered to Guy.
“I haven't the faintest idea . . . all I've ever heard him called is Vasey,” Guy replied with a shrug.
The priest blinked. “I'm sorry, milord, but I shall need your first and middle names in order to continue the ceremony,” he replied in a gentle but firm tone.
“Come on, Vaseykins, surely we've had enough of a delay already,” Lady Alona wheedled as she whipped out her container of beeswax and applied yet another coat to her pouting lips.
Kieran, left holding Puddems once again, sneered in his mother's and soon-to-be step-papa's direction.
He happened to catch the eye of the master at arms. One look from Sir Guy's penetrating azure gaze and Kieran quickly adopted a pseudo-angelic air.
Guy smiled to himself. ~I suppose I shouldn't take such delight in tormenting the little git, but I'd say he deserves it~
Prince John smothered a yawn. “Yes, sheriff, let's be a good chap and get on with it. Tell the holy man your full name.” Prince John was smiling as he spoke, but the flicker in his tawny eyes signaled a warning to Vasey.
Vasey swallowed hard. He mumbled something under his breath.
“Beg pardon,” the priest said, cupping his hand to his ear.
The prince gave a petulant roll of his eyes.
“Speak up, sheriff! We don't have all day,” Prince John said, a scowl marring his handsome face.
Vasey wiped his perspiring brow. ~Will my humiliation never end?~
“Eggbert. Peregrine. Vasey.” Shoulders slumping, he closed his eyes.
“My name is - Eggbert Peregrine Vasey.”
Eggbert! Oh, how too funny! My little Eggie-Poo,” the bride giggled.
Kieran gave a derisive snort, Allan bit his lip and Guy passed a broad hand over his face to hide the enormous grin.
~A ridiculous name for a ridiculous little man~
“Eggie-weggie . . . how charming,” Jasper chuckled malevolently. Vasey bared his teeth at the prince's right-hand man. Jasper just laughed more loudly.
Prince John raised his brows. “I suppose I can see why you kept that one hidden . . . well, Eggbert, let's get on with those vows, eh?”
Vasey opened his eyes and looked around the room.
~Laughing at me. They are all laughing at me~
“He, he - yes, by all means . . . let's get on with it,” he said with a forced enthusiasm, pasting on a false smile. “I'm so glad I amused you all so very much.”
Inwardly, the sheriff cursed his parents for the umpteenth time for burdening him with such an atrocious and undignified name.
~The sooner this farce is over, the sooner we get to the feast and I can start drinking again. I think I'm going to need to be good and sloshed to deal with the rest of this horrendous day - and night~
That cold chill ran down Eggbert Peregrine Vasey's spine once more as the priest's voice droned on.
~Tonight . . . oh gawd, give me strength!~
*~*~*~*~*
Vasey looked around the great hall of the castle. Guests were jabbering away, stuffing their filthy gobs with his food, slurping down his wine, laughing like an army of village idiots.
~As if it were some sort of happy occasion~
The pleasant buzz from his earlier tippling had completely worn off. His temples throbbed. His mouth had gone completely dry, even after his new bride had forced her slimy tongue in it when he'd had to oblige Prince John and kiss the leper.
He'd felt like telling the prince he was certainly welcome to suck face with the vile creature if he was in such an amorous mood.
~Of course, the poncy prince has got the roly-poly widow from Dibley to entertain him. Everyone seems so - fucking - HAPPY~
“We must drink a toast to each other, Eggie-Weggie,” Alona brayed as she held up a goblet and thrust her bosoms at him in a most alarming fashion.
~Forget the fucking toast. Give me something to drink, and quick~
“Oh, er - yes indeed, my lady. To your - health.”
Batting her lashes at him, Alona wrapped her arm around his and giggled coyly.
“You must drink from my cup and I must drink from yours . . . now that we are joined together . . .”
she cooed, inching ever closer to her prey.
The sheriff was suddenly glad he had nothing on his stomach.
The prince and Jasper would never let him hear the end of it if he was sick all over his new bride.
Vasey gulped down the wine, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to look into her greedy, squinting gaze.
“You there, refill our goblets,” he commanded a nearby servant.
Allan jerked his head in the direction of the newlyweds as he bit into a spiced peach.
“I'm not bein' funny, but I somehow get the idea ol' Eggbert there ain't too fond of his new wife.”
Minerva, who had joined them for the feast by the prince's own special invitation, shook her grizzled head, her earrings sparkling in the candlelight. “He isn't really the marryin' kind, I reckon . . .”
Allan glanced at Guy. “I suppose we aren't, either, Minerva - the marryin' kind.”
Guy thought fleetingly of his failed attempts to get Marian to the altar. A shadow flickered over his face.
~All the energies expended and lies told, and it was
never meant to be, I suppose~
Guy looked at Allan and lightly brushed his fingertips across the top of his lover's hand. Allan responded with a cheeky wink. Guy smiled at him.
~And then Allan came along, funny, kind, determined Allan who truly loves me for myself~
Minerva observed her lads with a critical eye, then smiled. “I reckon you two would if you could - marry, that is.”
Allan, about to take a bite of juicy pheasant, paused, his eyes wide. “Whot - you mean each other? I mean, me and Giz?”
Minerva gave a shrug. “I've seen couples with less love and affection and trust in one another joined together.” She gave a wistful sigh.
“ 'Course, the church would never approve o' such a thing as two lads marryin.' That's just my fanciful way of thinkin.'”
Guy flicked back his dark mane, one elegant brow raised. “It would never work, Minerva.” His face wore a somber expression.
“Can you imagine Allan in a frock and a veil, his lips rouged?” A devilish spark glinted in his azure eyes.
“Hey, how come I'm the one wearin'
the frock?” Allan said with consternation.
Guy chuckled. “I'm joking, Allan. Joking . . .”
Allan grinned. “Anyway, you're the one with the best legs . . . wouldn't you agree, Minerva?”
The little woman held up her hands and shook her head. “Oh, I'm not gonna get into the middle of that, lads - you're a handsome pair, that's all I'll say.”
Guy leaned in and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. “A born diplomat,” he rumbled.
“And quite the dancer,” chimed in Sir Jasper. He rose from his seat beside Minerva and made a courtly little bow, extending his hand to the elderly woman.
“Would you care to dance with me, Minerva? That is a very lively tune they are playing . . .”
Minerva decided to ignore her tired joints and gave Sir Jasper a saucy smile as she laid her small, work-worn hand in his.
“How could I refuse you, Sir J?”
“Here, Sir Jasper, just don't you be goin' and gettin' any ideas about stealin' our Minerva away,” Allan said as Sir Jasper took her arm.
“No worries about that, lads. You're stuck with me,” she replied with a wink.
“And they should count their lucky stars,” Sir Jasper said gallantly.
As they gaily stepped to the music of the pipes and drum, Sir Jasper leaned down and spoke to his dancing companion. “Minerva, I have an idea . . .”
Minerva's eyes widened as she listened to Sir Jasper's plan. She smiled and nodded her approval.
“I think that's just the thing . . .”
“Who would have thought our housekeeper and Sir Jasper would be thick as thieves? Life is funny.” Allan gave a little sigh as he watched the dancers, then turned his attentions back to his food.
“Uhmm, this pheasant is really delicious, Guy.”
Guy watched Allan's pink tongue flicking the juices from his fingertips. He thought of their earlier tryst at the pond, of Allan's rock-hard cock in his mouth and his lover's moans and cries of pleasure.
“Do you still want to play games with me, Allan?” A silken teasing voice.
Allan's lips curled into a naughty grin. “Sir Guy, I am always ready, willin' and able when it comes to games with you.”
Guy tilted his head, flicking back a stray lock of witch-black hair. Leaning in, he whispered in Allan's ear. “Bind me, gag me - tease me - fuck me? Would you like that?”
Allan gasped. “Oh bloody hell . . . you're gonna give me a hard-on right here at the table, Giz.”
A dark chuckle. “Just the reaction I was hoping for, my sweet Allan . . .”
A short distance away, the prince was drinking in Lady Geraldine's beauty with his tawny gold-brown eyes.
“I cannot believe my great good fortune to see you once again, my darling girl,” he sighed rapturously.
“I had no idea you were cousin to Lady Alona!”
“Oh, we are quite distant cousins, actually, third cousins twice removed, or something like that . . .”
She leaned and gave the prince a conspiratorial smile. “To be perfectly honest - I think she's a horrid bit of baggage, but I do love weddings. And wedding feasts. And to discover my well-mannered 'outlaw' is a handsome prince, well . . .”
Gerri giggled. “Absolutely delicious.”
Beaming, Prince John took her plump, bejeweled hand in his own for a kiss. As he leaned down, his eyes feasted on the magnificence of Gerri's scarlet-framed bubbies.
“Red is so your colour, my darling . . .”
“Even more than it is Alona's?” she queried with a tilt of her head.
The prince rolled his eyes.
“There is simply no comparison . . .” He paused, thinking, and raised one elegant brow. “Actually . . . there is a comparison.” Giving Gerri a sly grin, he rose to his feet.
“Come, my dear, there is someone you must meet.”
“Lead on,” Gerri cooed.
*~*~*~*
Vasey guzzled another goblet of wine. Setting the empty vessel down, he gave a slight hiccup.
“Oh, dearest Eggie-Weggie, we mustn't get too drunk . . . after all, you need to be able to - perform . . .” his bride murmured into his ear, before nibbling on the lobe.
Her greedy hand was wandering dangerously close to his nether regions.
~It's going to take a hell of a lot more than sobriety to make me want to perform for you, my wormy-nippled leper~
Vasey extricated himself from Alona's grasp, firmly removing her roving hand.
“Dearest, you must be patient.” Vasey bared his teeth as he patted those fingertips and forced himself to press a kiss to them.
She thrust her lips out in a pout and tossed back her dark curls. “Well, I'm trying . . . but it has been - days - since, well . . .” Alona gave a coy giggle.
“Since you-know-what.”
~If you only knew how long it's been since I had you-know-what. At least with a leper. Who wasn't properly trussed up, that is~
Suddenly he felt her hand creeping across his leg.
~God's blood, does she never stop?~
“More wine, my dearest?” Vasey grabbed her hand and hastily thrust a goblet into it.
“After all, it's time to celebrate and make merry . . . It's not every day that I get married, after all.”
~Drink, you hag. Anything to put off the - oh I can't bear to even think of it . . .~
Alona flashed her horsey grin at him and batted her eyelashes. As she flirted with him, tracing the rim of her goblet with the tip of her tongue, Vasey noted with horror her breasts were threatening once more to jump ship from her bodice.
“My dear, please be careful . . .” He gave a sickly smile as he gestured toward her bubbies.
“I would hate for you to share those with - everyone present.”
~Although I've no doubt half of London has seen them by now, whether they fucking wanted to or not~
Alona gave a little pout, squinting her dark eyes. “Oh, Eggie darling . . .” Sighing, she adjusted her frock to contain her runaway baps.
“At least you want me all to yourself - how sweet,” she cooed as she whipped out the ubiquitous beeswax and coated her lips once more.
“Yessss . . .” He imagined subjecting her to the worst his dungeon had to offer.
Chains. Thumbscrews. Nipple clamps.
It was such a cheery thought Vasey's eyes gleamed brightly, a gleam his new bride mistook for something else.
“Ohhhh, Eggie-Weggie, I see the love-light in your eyes, you devil . . .”
Vasey bared his teeth. ~I know what I would love to do to you, but there would be no light left in your squinty little eyes when I got through, you wretched creature~
*~*~*~*
In the kitchen, Gerri's mouth gaped open in amazement. The other woman was plainly dressed and wearing a fair amount of flour. And yet -
“She might be my twin . . .” Two voices spoke as one.
Two hands - one soft and glittering with gems, the other bare and a bit callused - clapped over two mouths as two pairs of shining brown eyes danced with merriment.
Prince John chuckled with delight. “Merri, meet Gerri. It's like looking at your reflections in the water, isn't it, my darlings?”
Gerri giggled. “No wonder the sheriff asked me if I had a sister here in Nottingham . . .”
Merri nodded. “And now I know why the prince looked at me with such big eyes that night. He thought the grand lady was also the castle's cook!”
“Perhaps one of my forefathers engaged in a tumble in the hay with one of your foremothers, my dear,” Gerry said a smile and a winsome tilt of her head.
Merri grinned. “Or mayhap one of your kinswomen decided to enjoy a bit o' the rough with one of my kinsmen.”
The prince wrapped an arm around each of his bountiful beauties and heaved a happy sigh.
“However such a perfectly lovely pair of ladies should have come into this world doesn't matter. The important thing is -” He gave each a firm squeeze and an affectionate pat on the backside.
“The important thing is we have discovered one another - and tonight, ah, tonight is young, there is feasting and dancing and merrymaking to enjoy . . .”
He pressed a kiss to each lady's round, rosy cheek.
“And later, well - I have a very, very large and comfortable bed here at the castle - Merri can attest to that, can't you, my darling?” The cook crinkled her little nose and nodded. “Very large and very comfy indeed,” Merri said.
“Not that we slept much . . .” She added with a giggle.
She pinched the prince's cheek as she gave him a huge wink.
Gerri grinned. “Oh, you two naughty, naughty bunnies . . .” She took Merri's hand in hers and clasped the prince's in the other.
“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship . . .”
Prince John's smile was rapturous as he looked into each set of sparkling brown eyes, each mischievous smile - and, or course, at each pair of stupendous baps. ~I'm in heaven~
“Oh - you adorable girls . . .”
*~*~*~*
The prince was sauntering back to the great hall with his two ladies on his arms, a most complacent smile on his face.
Eggbert was chugging as much wine as he could get his hands on while struggling to keep his bride's hands off him, and Minerva and Jasper were indeed thick as thieves as they continued tripping the light fantastic.
A sulky Kieran, stuck with caring for Puddems while his mother made a fool of herself over the beady-eyed troll, was lacing the cat's meal with wine. If he was lucky, Puddems would be sick all the newlyweds. The thought of it brought a most unpleasant smile to his pimply face.
Guy and Allan were flirting, eyes glinting with desire and mischief over the rims of their goblets, fingers licked suggestively, tongues tracing those kissable lips.
“So, you're going to let me tame the black stallion later, yeah, Giz?”
Guy bit into the bread and chewed slowly. Allan, watching that delectable Adam's apple bob as Guy swallowed, admired his beautiful, long column of throat and thought of how sweet it would be to kiss and lick and suck on it . . .
Guy flicked back his mane as he sipped some wine, a smile playing about the corner of his lips.
“Oh, I don't know about taming him, Allan - but he might enjoy a bit of frisky horseplay.” Guy flashed a predatory grin.
“With the right strawberry roan, of course.”
Allan raised his brows. “Horseplay with silken ropes, perhaps?”
Guy tilted his head. “As you wish, sweet Allan. You'll be in charge tonight . . .”
Allan caught his breath. “I suppose it would be, uh - rude - to leave the festivities before the bride and groom?”
Guy gave a rueful smirk. “Alas, young Allan, I suppose it would be.” One of his broad hands touched Allan's thigh, gently caressed it through the fabric of his trousers.
“ Although I wish you could take me right here, right now,” Guy breathed as he leaned in closer, his fingers lightly grazing Allan's erection beneath the cover of the table.
Allan gave a little groan. “Ohhhh, Giz, bloody hell . . .”
Sir Jasper and Minerva eyed the lustful pair and looked at each other with knowing smiles.
“The prince is back with his ladies, Sir J.”
Jasper smoothed his goatee thoughtfully.
“And he appears to be in a very jovial mood. No time like the present, Minerva . . .”
And Sir Jasper, after giving Minerva a gallant little bow, strode away to have a talk with Prince John.
*~*~*~*
Alona saw the prince return with her cousin and - Jesu! It certainly looked as if Geraldine had a twin sister and what WAS the other creature wearing??
She gave a much put-upon huff as her dark eyes narrowed. The prince looked as if he were having a very good time . . . a much better time than he'd ever had with Lady Alona.
Geraldine, clutching the prince's arm tightly with one hand, gazed adoringly into his eyes.
Alona sniffed. “I am beginning to wonder about the prince's taste in companions.” Vasey cast unfocused eyes toward the prince and his lady loves and gave a noncommittal shrug.
~A leper is a leper is a leper. All objectionable~
Vasey took another large gulp of the wine.
Almost as if she'd heard her cousin's snide remark, Gerri glanced in Alona's direction. She murmured something to her “twin.”
They both looked at Alona and lifted plump hands,waggling their fingers as they shared a boisterous giggle. The prince laughed uproariously and pressed kisses to the cleavage of each voluptuous beauty.
Alona bit her beeswax-laden lips hard. ~Disgusting~
Unconsciously her twitching fingers went to her bodice and began tweaking her nipples through the fabric.
Her groom glimpsed the busy fingertips at work, the beeswax rapidly staining the material. Vasey shuddered and reached for his goblet.
~Disgusting~
Sir Jasper made his way to the prince, Merri and Gerri, bowing and paying lavish compliments to all.
“Sire, I believe I know a way to make this night a very memorable one . . .” Sir Jasper said.
The prince raised his russet brows. “Even more memorable than a grand wedding feast capped with an evening romp with Merri and Gerri, my old friend?” he drawled.
Jasper gave an obsequious smile. “Amazingly, Sire, even more memorable. A first in the kingdom, in fact.” Jasper leaned in and said with a confident nod, “It could make you known as Prince John the Benevolent-Hearted.”
The prince's eyes brightened at Jasper's words. “Indeed? And I would be giving our dear brother Dickie a bit of competition in the popularity contest, hmmm?You have quite piqued one's interest,” Prince John purred.
He kissed Gerri's and then Merri's hands. “Do excuse me momentarily, dearest girls. Don't go anywhere.”
The prince turned to Jasper and wrapped a convivial arm around his lieutenant. “Jasper, pray, do tell your prince more . . .”
*~*~*~*~*
Alona's puffy lips were thrust out in a childish pout.
~It's my bloody wedding feast and no one is paying proper attention to me~
The beautiful master-at-arms' only had eyes for the ginger-haired lad. Prince John was consorting with her awful cow of a cousin and that flour-coated look-alike - and her new husband seemed determined to drink himself into a stupor.
“Eggie-Weggie . . . can't we leave?” she whined.
She nipped Vasey's earlobe and stuck her tongue inside his ear. “I'm ready to get our wedding night underway . . .”
Vasey shuddered. ~If only I had my pincers, I could cut that nasty leper tongue right out of her head~
“Oooh, dearest, I can feel you quivering with excitement,” Alona squealed.
~Oh gawd. A stupid, sex-mad, beeswax-obsessed leper. What have I ever done . . .oh, never mind~
“I believe, my dear, the prince is going to make a speech before we can, uhm, exit these festivities,” Vasey said, baring his unfortunate teeth in her direction as he carefully drew his ear away from her tongue.
“We must keep the prince happy, after all.”
Alona sighed and shook back her dark curls petulantly. “Well, he certainly isn't paying any heed to us at the moment.”
Her fingers were moving dangerously close to her bodice again.
~God's breath! She's about to go at it again with those fucking teats of hers~
“Patience, my dear. Patience,” the sheriff said, averting his eyes. He didn't think he'd ever be drunk enough to rid his mind of this monstrosity of a marriage partner.
Allan closed his eyes, a seraphic smile spreading across his face as Guy continued to touch him in all the right places.
“Ohhhhh, Giz . . .”
The sound of a throat being cleared. Allan's eyes flew open.
Sir Jasper was standing there with a rather apologetic look on his face. “Pardon me, Allan, Sir Guy. The prince is going to make a special announcement. It concerns you both . . .”
Allan and Guy exchanged surprised glances.
“Is that a good thing- or bad?” Allan said.
Sir Jasper gave him an enigmatic look.
“You'll soon find out.”
“Ah, my favourite master at arms and his right-hand man . . .” The prince was beaming down at them, his elegantly-clad arms outstretched, the jewels twinkling on his manicured hands.
“Stand up, stand up, dear fellows,” Prince John
said.
Allan gulped. He already was standing up, that was the difficulty.
~Think of Vasey. Naked. With his wormy-nippled bride. Oh, bloody hell~
Allan gave the prince a slightly sheepish grin. “A slight - cramp, pardon me, Sire.”
Guy's lips twitched as he rose to his feet. “Allan's been training very diligently, Sire. He has to work a few kinks out of his - limbs . . .”
Additional unpleasant thoughts of a bare-arsed and randy sheriff had worked its magic and Allan also rose to his feet. “All better now,” he said with his customary cheeky charm.
“Wonderful . . .” The prince flashed them another beaming smile and clapped his hands together, exclaiming in his rich and plummy tones, “Attention, everyone, attention to your prince!”
Alona sat up straight in her chair, preening a little.
“Ah, the prince is surely preparing to honour us on our special day, Eggiekins . . .”
Vasey, head turned toward Prince John, winced and rolled his eyes.
~Eggiekins?! Oh, how sweet it would be to torture her, even for only a few shining moments . . .~
“We were brought together tonight to celebrate the nuptials of our own dear Sheriff, Eggbert Peregrine Vasey and his bride, Lady Alona. Many felicitations to the couple,” Prince John said with a nod of his handsome head in their direction.
Alona batted her lashes as she bared her horsey teeth at the prince. Vasey gave a sickly smile.
“However, there is another lovely couple whom I feel is most deserving of recognition on this auspicious occasion.” The prince placed one hand on Allan's shoulder and the other on Guy's.
“I give you Sir Guy of Gisborne and Allan a Dale.
Men who have served me faithfully and well.”
Prince John clapped each man heartily on the shoulder. Guy and Allan exchanged bemused looks.
“Let it be known henceforth that these men have pledged themselves to one another. Their love and devotion to each other - and of course, to me - is most inspiring.
As your prince, I decree that no one in this kingdom shall interfere with their special relationship, which I have duly blessed.”
Pressing his hands together prayerfully, the prince raised his tawny eyes to the heavens.
“Never let it be said your prince is not a forward-thinking, magnanimous ruler - one with a truly benevolent heart,” he added.
Sir Jasper, a beaming Minerva by his side, nodded his approval.
“He'll probably take full credit for the idea, o' course,” Minerva whispered.
“Yes, but if it keeps our prince sweet and protects Sir Guy and Allan - it really doesn't matter who gets the credit, my dear Minerva, don't you agree?”
Minerva chuckled. “Why, Sir J, I do believe you are turnin' into a bit of a fairy godfather. Who'd have thought it?”
Sir Jasper smiled down at her. “I blame it all on you, Minerva . . . fairy godmother to us all.”
Prince John lifted a cup as he looked around the great hall.
“Come, let us all raise a toast to Sir Guy and Allan - to the happy couple!”
The guests rose, raising their vessels to join in the toast.
“Guess everyone knows about us now, yeah, Giz?”
Allan murmured as the crowd chorused its approval of the couple.
Guy gave a small nod. “Does it - bother you, Allan?”
A cheeky grin. “Not a bit. I've got the finest stallion in the kingdom, why should it bother me?”
Guy's lips curved into one of those heart-stoppingly sweet smiles Allan loved.
“You do make me very, very happy, Allan . . .”
“Oh, do go ahead, you two, you're as good as married. Give us a kiss,” Minerva's teasing voice called out.
The prince beamed. “Capital idea. Oh, do!”
Guy smirked as he leaned down to tenderly brush his lips against Allan's. “Good ol' Minerva . . .”
*~*~*~*
Lady Alona drew a scandalised breath and clenched her teeth so hard her breasts threatened to once more escape from her gown.
“Overshadowed yet again!” She hissed with a snort and a stamp of her expensively shod foot.
“One has to admit. They do make a lovely couple,” Vasey mumbled, hiccuping. He wistfully recalled his glimpses of the two men going at it hammer and tongs and sighed.
His wife stood up with a huff. “Come along, darling Eggie. It's time we had some fun!!”
And with that, Alona grabbed Vasey by his silk tunic and tugged him along in her wake.
“Bu- but- dearest, our-guests!” Vasey attempted to protest.
“Oh, they can go and fuck themselves for all I care,” she muttered darkly.
Fucking, in fact, was all the new bride could seem to think of.
Three day's abstinence was far, far too long a time.
*~*~*~*~*
Prince John saw the newlyweds sweep out of the hall and smiled.
“Ah, l'amour. It is certainly in the air tonight.”
He flung out his arms. “Go ahead, my dear subjects, continue to eat, drink and be merry. This castle is at your disposal . . .”
His eyes fell upon Lady Geraldine and Merri and his smile grew even broader. ~What a splendid pair with such splendid pairs!~
“My ladies await me . . .” With a naughty chuckle, the prince once more flung an arm around Guy and Allan.
“I shall adjourn to my chambers with my lovely girls and I imagine you two want to do the same, eh? Don't do anything I wouldn't do, my dear fellows.” He gave them a lascivious wink as he sauntered to a rendezvous with his twin beauties.
A naughty chuckle was tossed back at them. “Of course, there really isn't much of anything I wouldn't do, come to think of it!”
Guy tilted his head, looking like a glorious dark angel to Allan's keen blue eyes.
“In that case, we don't have to worry about anything we choose to do tonight, do we, sweet Allan?” he purred.
Allan licked his lips. ~bloody hell~
“I'm all for that adjournin' stuff, too, Giz . . .”
A wolfish grin.
“Then, let's go . . .”
*~*~*~*
The sheriff had been unceremoniously shoved on his back and now lay spread-eagle on his bed, his eyes tightly closed.
“Here I come, Eggsie-Weggsie!” Alona, having stripped off her gown, pounced.
Vasey felt something hard and pointy grazing his left cheek. Opening one eye, he realised it was Lady Alona's right nipple. It was - staring at him.
~Oh, fuck~
Alona's fevered hands were fiddling with his clothing now, moving between his legs, oh bother-
Alona frowned.
Eggsie felt quite - small.
~Perhaps he was a grower. After all, from little acorns and all that~
“Oooh, we must get you all warmed up, Eggsie!”
Vasey groaned as she writhed atop him, her errant bubbies flapping in his face.
~Since I am about to descend into hell, I should be very warm very soon~
*~*~*~*~*
Allan pinned Guy against the door as soon as they entered the chamber.
Pressing his mouth hard to Guy's, Allan ground his pelvis into his lover's, his hands wrapped around Guy's wrists.
He could feel the blood coursing through Guy's veins, Guy's heart racing through his heavy jacket.
Pulling his mouth away, Allan laid his tousled head for a moment against Guy's broad chest.
“Remember, Allan, it's whatever you want, however you want me . . . bind me, tease me - fuck me. I am all yours,” Guy murmured in his dark silken tones.
“Oh, Giz . . . you are mine now, aren't you, Giz - all mine,” Allan said with a sigh. He released Guy's wrists and interlocked his hands with his lover's.
“Yes, all yours, Allan. The prince himself says so, after all . . .”
Allan nuzzled Guy's throat, traced a circle around that delectable Adam's apple with the tip of his tongue.
He relished the heat coming from Guy's long, lean body, the hardness of his erection pressing against Allan's.
“And we gotta keep the prince sweet, don't we,
Giz?”
A chuckle. “I'd say it's our sworn duty, young Allan . . .”
Allan released Guy's hands and took a step back. He walked over and sat down in a chair, still facing Guy.
“Strip for me, Guy. Strip and then get on the bed.”
Guy, his eyes locked on Allan's, slowly nodded. He began to unbuckle one of the many straps on his jacket.
“Is this where you want me to start?” Guy asked, a smile playing about his lips, his nimble fingers toying with the leather and metal.
Allan swallowed. “That's good. Don't stop.”
Guy gave him another wolfish grin as he continued to undo the straps and finally peeled off the jacket, revealing the black linen shirt beneath.
Tossing it to one side, Guy threw out his arms as he flicked back his raven mane.
“What next, young Allan?” He purred.
“The shirt - take off the shirt,” Allan said, licking his lips. His erection had come back with a vengeance.
~God's teeth. My cock is achin' to get out of these trousers~
“As you wish . . .” Guy rumbled, a teasing gleam in his eyes as he slowly slid his shirt upwards, exposing his bare muscular torso.
Allan eyed those rosy, hard nipples, as delicious-looking as ripe berries, and felt his mouth water.
~Oh the things I'm gonna do to Giz~
Guy finished stripping off the shirt, taut muscles rippling across the planes of his abdomen as he tossed it aside.
Allan's wide eyes drank in every movement of his lover, noting how Guy's sun-kissed skin was burnished gold in the torchlight, reddish highlights gleaming in his raven locks, those deep-set azure eyes heavy-lidded and nearly black with desire.
“Bloody hell, Giz, but you are one fuckin' beautiful
man . . .” Allan breathed, his fingers stroking his erection through the fabric.
A sinful smirk spread across Guy's face as he began to unlace his own trousers. “Do you suppose the Lady Alona thinks the same thing about me?”
Allan gave a low chuckle. “I'm not bein' funny, but that 'un would have had a taste of Nottingham's finest right on the castle steps if she'd had the chance . . .”
Guy grinned as he began to peel the trousers down his sinuous hips. “Little did she know that pleasure is deserved solely for you, sweet Allan.”
“Wait, Guy.” Allan blew out his breath, his fingers curling more snugly around his erection.
“Turn around. I want to see that gorgeous arse of yours.”
A dark laugh. “As you wish, Allan.” Guy spun around and continued to strip off his trousers, revealing those lush alabaster mounds Allan so prized.
~So smooth, firm and ripe, that arse~
“All mine,” Allan murmured aloud. Part of him wanted to leap from the chair and take Guy right there from behind, pounding into him until his lover screamed with pleasure . . .
Allan closed his eyes and gave a small groan.
“What next, young Allan?” Guy, now naked, had moved to the bed.
He was reclining on his side, propping on an elbow, one long, lean leg bent at the knee. His cock stood fully engorged in its thatch of dark curls.
Allan swallowed. ~Good enough to eat~
He walked over and pulled out a handful of silken ties from the table beside Guy's bed.
“Lie back, Giz. I'm gonna make you keep your promise . . .”
*~*~*~*
The new bride bounced away in a frenzy atop her hapless groom but very little seemed to be happening.
Granted, the sheriff had very limited knowledge of female nether regions (and it was quite the way he wished it).
~But surely - surely - women's -bits - are not typically so - cavernous?~
Lady Alona, on the other hand, had quite an extensive knowledge of male anatomy.
~This may be the smallest cock I've seen on a grown man~
Still, she felt strangely drawn to the beady-eyed, balding little man with the tiny manhood. And Alona wasn't one to give up easily.
“Eggiepoo - you're simply going to have to pleasure me with your mouth if I'm ever going to come . . .”
~Pleasure? MY mouth? Oh noooooooooo . . .~
There was a sudden yowl - Eggie thought it was his wife for a moment - and something furry landed on Alona's shoulder.
“Puddems! What - ewwww, get off me, you're making sick, you awful puss . . .” Alona shrieked, leaping off Vasey and tossing the wobbly puss to the floor.
“I shall have to wash this foulness away, I'm so sorry, darling Eggie . . .”
Vasey drank in the scent of cat sick and thought it smelled as lovely as rose petals at that moment.
~Spared. For the time being . . .~
*~*~*~*
Guy's hands were spread and tied to the bedposts, another silken tie serving as a gag.
“I'd blindfold you, Giz, but I love lookin' into those eyes of yours too much . . .”
Those smouldering, kohl-rimmed azure eyes were burning into Allan's.
~Bind me. Tease me. Fuck me~
Still dressed, Allan loosened his laces to unfetter his swollen cock, then straddled his lover's lower legs.
With a naughty grin, Allan lifted a container of oil and dipped his fingers into it.
Tipping his head back, he took his cock in his oiled fingers and caressed the shaft from top to bottom, his full, soft lips parting with pleasure.
Guy watched, aching to touch his own rock-hard cock, to take Allan and be taken by him.
He gave a little groan.
“Don't worry, Giz. I've not forgotten about you . . .”
Allan shifted forward, using his nimble fingers to knead Guy's chest and abdomen, massaging the smooth, bare flesh as his own cock brushed tantalisingly against Guy's.
“I don't think I ever gave you a good frontal massage, did I? I'll have to take care of that, won't I?”
Allan's bright blue eyes glinted with mischief and lust as he dipped his tousled bronze head and ran his tongue around Guy's rosy nipples.
Taking the hardened nubs between his teeth, Allan gave them a gentle bite.
He felt Guy began to buck beneath him and laughed.
“You like that, don't you?” Allan continued to caress Guy's torso with his hands as he pressed hot, moist kisses to Guy's long swan-like neck.
“Fuckin' beautiful, and beautiful to fuck, that's my black stallion,” he murmured.
Allan lifted Guy's legs and threw them over his shoulders. “And now I'm gonna fuck you like I've been wantin' to all night, Giz . . .”
He slid one oiled finger inside Guy, then added a second, and third. Guy caught his breath beneath the gag.
Allan saw his lover's blue eyes turn black with desire as his nostrils flared above the gag and smiled.
~We give each other so much pleasure~
Easing his fingers out, Allan stroked more oil on his cock before sliding its tip inside Guy.
He began to thrust slowly, deeply into his lover, groaning as Guy engulfed his shaft with his warmth and tightness.
Guy closed his eyes, breathing hard as Allan pounded into him ever harder and faster. Guy felt waves of sweet pleasure wash over him as he came.
“Guy - Guy. Look at me, Guy.”
He opened his eyes and looked into Allan's as his lover cried out in wonder and delight, exploding inside of him.
Pulling the gag free, Allan pressed his mouth to Guy's, his fingers entwining in those long raven locks.
“I love you, Guy of Gisborne. And nothin' will ever stop that.”
A soft chuckle. “Especially if you keep me tied to this bed . . .”
“Awww, sorry . . .” Allan gave him a sheepish grin as he untied his lover's bonds. “Although it is temptin' to keep you this way.”
“No worries . . .” Guy drawled. He grabbed Allan's arms and rolled him over.
Gazing down at Allan as he straddled him, Guy gently traced the outline of the younger man's mouth with the tip of his finger.
“You are right, Allan. Nothing - and no one - will ever stop our love . . .”
*~*~*~*
The merrymaking was done and all was quiet and calm in Nottingham Castle.
In the prince's chamber, the royal personage was nestled snug between the finest two pair of baps in the kingdom, a most contented smile spread across his handsome face.
In the maid's quarters, a slightly-built servant girl dreamed of a tall, dark knight with kind blue eyes and a deep, velvet voice and a cheeky young man with tumbled bronze curls and engaging grin.
In the sheriff's chamber, his lady wife tweaked her nipples as she slept, irresistible visions of the same gorgeous nobleman and cheeky charmer dancing in her head.
Beside her, his arm curled around a large ball of vibrating fur, Eggbert Peregrine Vasey snored loudly as he cheerfully dreamed of pincers, thumbscrews, ropes and chains and the poetry of pain . . .
And in a certain beautiful dark knight's chamber, Sir Guy of Gisborne held his sweet Allan in his strong arms and dreamed of their future together.
It was such a happy dream.
~The End~
(An epilogue to follow. Happy New Year, everyone!)