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"Wow, you know, Rob 'n you sure did order an awful lot of this stuff, but I sure ain't complainin'!" Little John said with joy as he took another swallow of the mead that was left over from the wedding. Robin had left with the King for matters elsewhere, and to endear himself to the kind lion for her sake. As a result poor Marian was left alone with only Lady Kluck and the castle's staff.

"Well, that's what happens when you make too much haste and write an extra zero on the slip!" Marian chuckled. Little John had stayed to keep an eye on everything while Robin was gone, and Marian appreciated the company he gave. The big gentle bear was a friendly face to have around and offered a pleasant reprieve from taking care of the castle. She was leaving much of today's work to Klucky.

Little John hiccupped, then laughed again before finished the last of his mead. He lifted his goblet high above his head and tipped it until the very last drop of the delicious honey wine fell onto his waiting tongue. He'd drank quite a lot of it already but seeing as they had so much of it in stock Marian didn't see the harm in letting a bear have some honey.

"Well, so long as Rob doesn't miss a bottle or two I'll help keep it from taking up space in the cellar." He told her and stood up to reach across the table for the bottle of mead. Marian was seated across from him and leaned forward to take the bottle away.

"You've had two bottles already!" She told him. "Besides, this one is empty."

He chuckled and sat back down. He sat his goblet in front of him and put his elbows on the table so his chin could come to rest on his hands.

"May I have some more, Marian, girl?" And he smiled big and wide. She sighed and couldn't help but smile back. The big bear was full of cheer and she found it a challenge to refuse him any kindness. She stood and took the empty bottle with her to leave it on a far counter. The small kitchen they were in was seldom used and so it was a perfect place to store all their excess goods. Quite a few bottles of mead were here and there and she took a fresh one down from a shelf and returned with it to a very happy looking Little John.

"If you drink too much you won't even be able to make it to your bed!" She scolded him playfully and struggled to open the bottle. The cork was stuck in awfully tight! She gave up and handed it to the big bear.

He lifted the bottle's neck to his lips and bit down on the cork and yanked it loose with a pop before spitting the cork into the air to catch it in his palm.

"It requires a skilled touch." He told her and she rolled her eyes.

"That, or a corkscrew, you silly bear." She told him and he chuckled in reply while he started pouring himself another goblet of mead.

Little John would be safe by himself in the spare kitchen, she thought. With Robin gone her heart felt lonely. It was made all the worse with her knowing that King Richard would keep her husband from her for at least another two weeks. He'd been gone one week already! Oh, she wished it didn't take so long to ride across the country. The duties Robin had sworn to aid the King with would only take a few days to do, but the rest was just travel! If only they could be here and there in the blink of eye, but alas the country roads don't allow for magic like that.

She bid Little John a brief goodbye so she could busy herself by checking on the castle. He was content to amuse himself with the honey wine when she left. Mead was fine, she supposed, but Marian didn't much care for the headaches she would sometimes get after drinking it. Robin and John were much alike in how merry they could be with mead, but at least it was a joy to see them happy.

It was only afternoon. Klucky was already setting the big kitchen up to prepare dinner for her and Little John. With the staff all busy with their work Marian was left very bored. If Robin was here, she could see if he would like to take a walk through the countryside. Those walks with him were always so lovely. He was very charming and never failed to catch her eye and ear no matter the situation.

Marian found herself standing alone in her and husband's bedroom with elbows on the windowsill. The vixen let out a big sigh of longing as the sun slowly set. It'd been such a pretty day. She pulled herself away and spun on her foot. Marian imagined her husband being there to catch her as she twirled.

Her dearest Robin was graceful on his feet and could whisk her to bed so swiftly. His lips pecking at the fur of her neck and his skilled hands running across her body. Marian shivered and spun again on her foot to imagine her lover holding her from behind as they dance. She could almost feel his fingertips dance across her dress as a gentle breeze blew in through the window.

She sighed once more and came to a stop. A lonely vixen she was, and she knew she had best put her hands to something useful less they turn idle. Idle hands were dangerous for poor Marian when she got lonely. She blushed just thinking about what she would get up to with her thoughts swimming with her lover's face.

As she hunted for something to do Klucky found her in the hallway and told her to hurry to dinner. Marian had almost forgotten about dinner! Klucky asked where she'd like Little John and her to have their dinner and the vixen told her to just bring it to the spare kitchen and she'd eat there with Little John.

The hen waddled her way back off to the big kitchen while Marian made her own to the small one. When she arrived, John was humming away happily with what must have been the whole third bottle of mead sloshing in his soft belly.

"Have you behaved?" She asked him and slid her chair back to sit.

"I drank it slowly." He told her before taking in a big deep breath and letting it out.

"Well, Klucky will be bringing up dinner! I do hope you left room for something real for your stomach, John!" She scolded him. He laughed.

"Oh, I've always got room in me for some chow, Marian!" he said with a laugh. "Besides, everything here is better than what me and Rob used to eat. You know Rob can't cook for nothin'?"

"Yes, John! You've told me many times he can't cook!" she reminded him.

Klucky returned with two young helpers. The pair of young women each carried a silver platter in hand. As they sat their meals in front of them Klucky made a fuss from the cabinets about the mess Little John had made of the mead. Marian told the old hen to let it be, and they were each served along with their meal of vegetable stew a fine goblet of mead. It wasn't as if John needed another glass, but table manners demanded it. You always served your guests well!

Marian took a sip and let the flavor settle over her tongue. She could drink it well enough, but she always worried how it would hit her later. On one too many occasions she'd gotten swept away with the band 'merry men' and drank a little too much. The mornings that followed were always awful with headaches that sometimes lasted until noon.

Oh, but she did actually enjoy drinking mead when in the moment. It was a fun and delightful thing to spend precious time with Robin and the others. Marian had never known what it really meant by the phrase 'drink and be merry' until after Robin slipped a ring upon her finger.

Now, that was not to say that the quiet nights after their drinking weren't also full of joy. Robin was always ever the charming man, and when he was full of mead, he was ever so bold, too! He could make her heart flutter and skip with a naughty word or two and whisk her to bed where they would make love. She felt the memory a little too much between her thighs and had to focus on her dinner instead. Such loneliness of the heart!

Between the stew and the mead Little John was all smiles and stories. He would ramble on with old tales of him and Robin. All their adventures from when they first met and to the present. She enjoyed them all. John was the storyteller of the two, and she always told him to write them down. 'You don't know what could happen!' Marian would tell him, because you never could tell when a story would catch on with the people's heart and get retold for centuries.

Somehow Little John could drink a whole barrel and not drop flat. He was already through a 4th bottle of mead by the time he'd cleaned his large bowl of stew. In fact, he'd cleaned it so thoroughly you might as well have sat it back in the cupboard as it was. Klucky and her helpers had long since departed to take care of their other duties that ended each of their days in the castle.

Marian was left to help a 'merry' John out of his chair by herself, and he was very heavy bear! She could only heave a sigh as she struggled to hoist him up as he slowly stood up with a gentle sway.

"You have no self-control, Little John!" Marian scolded the bear as he wobbled down the hall with her arm hooked in with his to keep him from swaying too much. In his other hand he carried yet one more bottle. It baffled her how men like John could tip back a goblet and somehow still wake up the next morning fit as a fiddle.

He never tripped once as they walked, but she feared his luck would run out if she didn't help him. Last thing she wanted to see was him to fall and bonk his head! A big bear like him would no doubt have a bigger bruise if he were to take a tumble.

John chuckled in reply and began to hum a little tune. She sighed and guided him down the halls until they reached the door to his chambers. He'd taken up roost in a nice warm room that the bear always said was perfect enough for hibernating. Not that this bear ever did any sort of hibernating! The vixen helped him through the door and scolded him again about his lack of moderation.

"You may be the better cook, John, but Robin knows how to put down a glass." She teased.

"I mean the bear necessities," he gently sang aloud, "Old Mother Nature's recipes."

She shook her head as John walked them both over to the only place to sit, which was the bed.

"You're just a big book of merry songs aren't you, John?" She asked him just before he wobbled once and nearly fell. She yelped with fright for him right as he stood himself back upright and went stock still.

"Almost." He admitted to his near miss, and then relaxed his muscles. She patted him on the arm.

"Honestly, John, you should be more careful! You're here to help me mind the castle, and how are you to do that if I'm nursing your wounds and an aching head!" She scolded him lightly and gave him a tap on the elbow. The bear leaned back to stretch, and she heard his back pop. John grabbed his sides and finished his stretching with a happy yawn.

"I think I'll be ok, Marian." He told her and relaxed a bit from his stretch. "Now, it looks like it's almost time for some shut-eye."

Marian sighed and looked to the narrow window that overlooked the courtyard. It had indeed gotten late. The seasons were slowly changing, and it felt like nightfall was coming at them a bit sooner. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder, and she turned back to see John smiling down at her. He lifted a hand and gestured with his fingers to come closer.

"A goodnight kiss?" He asked her. She furled her brow and let out a tiny laugh almost like a huff. Well, wasn't he being fresh with a belly full of mead! She grinned instead and lifted two fingertips to her lips and kissed them instead, then reached out her hand to press them to the bear's exposed cheek.

"I think that will have to do you, silly bear!" She teased, and then added. "I think it's time for you to sleep off the drink."

"Aw, come on, Marian." He insisted and she felt his hand squeeze her shoulder a bit. The bear leaned forward, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. One step back with her foot helped him miss with his kiss, but she hesitated far too much to stop his other hand from coming to rest on her other shoulder.

"Little John!" She said firmly, but when he leaned in again, she didn't put enough oomph into her backstep and his lips landed on her cheek just as she'd jerked her chin to the side. He kissed her again and she jerked her shoulders to the side breaking his grip. He grabbed her again and she started to panic. "No!"

"Come on, Marian, I'm supposed to take care of ya!" He told her and kissed her hard on her cheek one time after another until his lips fell over hers. She couldn't break his grip a second time and she felt his tongue slip between her teeth. His tongue was bigger than Robin's and she felt him overtake her own tongue as his slithered away hungrily in her mouth.

Her muffled protests couldn't reach his ears, but finally he finished his kiss at last with his tongue licking the roof of her mouth before sliding back out of her. She was left as a panting vixen as she quickly tried to catch her breath. It was like John had kissed the air right out of her!

"Wait! Please!" She pushed away at the drunken bear as he leaned himself hard against her again. In her effort to escape she staggered backwards with Little John quickly following her haphazard backsteps. She bumped herself hard against something behind her and she now felt her back pressed tight to the door to the room's only wardrobe. "You're drunk!"

"Maybe a lil, girl." His hands tightened on her shoulders just as his mouth moved toward hers. She jerked her muzzle away, and his lips caught her cheek instead. Her small hands took hold of his wrists, but he was holding onto her too tightly for her to break his grip.

"John, please!" She pleaded to his good sense right before he locked his mouth right over hers. Her next several desperate protests were again muffled by the large bear's mouth. His tongue slipped into hers and dueled with her own frantic digit. The vixen tried to jerk her body aside but failed miserably in the attempt.

The way Little John was kissing her was incredibly intense. He was now the second person in her life she'd ever kissed, and the way he did it was so different from Robin's. John was aggressive with her mouth and used his tongue to spear and spar with her tongue as he licked the back of her teeth and the roof of her mouth until spit dribbled freely from their mouths.

He let go of one shoulder and slipped it up to her neckline. In that moment she was suddenly free to move. Marian lunged to the side now free of his hand, but her foot caught against one of his. Instead of staggering away to the middle of the bedroom she dropped to one knee, and then to both as she caught herself from her fall.

"Touché, girl!" He said with a drunken slur and reached for her hood. His fingers missed her head but pulled at the pink fabric and she shook her head. He pulled the hood right off her, and she leaned aside to crawl. His hand found the back of her collar and yanked her backwards.

Marian was pulled back to sit on her ass, the large bulk of bear that stood in front of her leaned forward. Her back was again pressed to the wardrobe, but now she was face to face with Little John's crotch. He took her by an ear and held her still while she watched his free hand reach under the hem of his tunic to fumble at her drawers.

"Little John! You're drunk, please!" She tried appealing to him. Her heart was going to break out of her chest. "This isn't you!"

"Aw, come on, girl. I'm suppose'ta take care you while Robs away." He slurred and pulled his drawers down and under himself. Her eyes made first contact with his privates and the breath froze in her throat. Marian didn't know what to do or say at this point.

As the bear wrapped his hand around himself and began to knead and stroke his chubby member Marian was trapped in her thoughts. A whisper in her thoughts told her to scream at him to stop, and logic explained to her as to how that would save both of them from this betrayal, but as that fat lump of flesh swelled in Little John's hand she was left speechless with shock.

He kept growing. Even when he was soft, he was thicker than Robin on the night of their wedding. As the blood flowed freely into Little John's privates, she was glued to the sight of him stiffening and straightening out until his member jutted out from his groin. Her heart raced with fear. His hand tugged back on his shaft and the skin pulled taut around his impressive crown. With a moment's strain the skin pulled back and popped behind his crown and she was forced to look eye to eye with John's monstrously blunt head. His member was positively huge!

At full size he was unlike anything her innocent mind could have imagined. She couldn't help but compare him to the only other man she knew intimately. Her right hand twitched and she knew that she could never hope to fully wrap even a single hand around John's girth. The big bear leaned forward and pressed the head of himself against her cheek before she could react.

He grounded that big tool against her face until she felt the back of her head bump the wardrobe. Little John ground his crotch into her face rhythmically as he panted above her. She was speechless the entire time as she felt his cock rub and grind against her cheek. He smelled of earth and fur with a heavy thick smell of man. All she could smell was Little John and she finally put her hands on his legs and pushed. He went nowhere.

She tried to say something, but she was still at a loss for words. Common sense had left her and all she could do was let the bear rub himself against her face with a slowly quickening pace.

John twist her head by the hand on her ear and the end of his member pressed against her lips. No! She'd only done this with Robin! The bear was fervently pressing himself against her lips until his patience wore thin and he let himself go so he could grab her chin.

"Don't be shy, girl." He grunted and wormed his thumb into her mouth. Instinct told her to bite him, but she didn't want to hurt him! What was she to do? His thumb, now inside her mouth, slipped back to the corner of her cheek and he easily pried her jaws open. His large member slipped inside.

She tasted the wide broad head with the tip of her tongue and recoiled as she quickly tried to pull her head back as far as it could go. His tool chased her tongue until the full swell of his crown entered her mouth and she was forced to stretch her muzzle open as wide as she could bear it. He was so thick! She could barely fit just the end of it! Robin was nothing like this size, and she never struggled to please him.

Little John exhaled hard and leaned forward until he was pressing the back of her head into the wardrobe. His hips were now slowly rocking into her mouth with the fat end of his member bumping steadily against the roof of her mouth and she squirmed below him. She tried to pull away, but now the bear had her head in a tight double handed grip.

Marian didn't gag, but she never did with this sort of thing. His crown rubbed the roof of her mouth gently as he thrusted into her, and finally the first splash of precum hit her tongue. It always took a long time to make Robin do the same, but John spilled the biggest wet splash of pre over her tongue. The vixen didn't know there could be so much of it! She had no choice but to swallow it down lest it overflow from her lips.

He steadily twitched in her mouth with more and more of the clear stuff spilling from him until he groaned with pleasure and sagged against the wardrobe. His weight leaned against her with his hands still rock steady at her ears. His huge tip pressed roughly against the back of her throat and she squinted her ears until she was tearing up.

The pressure grew and grew until something popped inside her mouth. It was like his crown had finally managed to worm its way deeper, and now he was sinking even more of his girthy length into her muzzle. Her throat was stretching to accommodate every fresh new inch until she was left unable to breathe. The pink choker she always wore about her neck was pulled taut around her neck until the jewel set in its front dug into her fur. She'd been choked off from taking in a fresh breath while she struggled against his grip.

Two heavy orbs bumped against her chin. Desperate, she reached up. Her right hand found his testicles. The warm fuzzy orbs felt so heavy and taut in her hand. She tried putting her other hand on his thighs to push him away, but he was still too powerful for her to resist. At last she finally gagged on him as she gulped for the air she desperately needed.

"That's right, girl!" Little John mistook her frantic gasping for breath as a woman's willful swallowing so as to please him. He bucked his hips forward and his balls slapped roughly against her chin. It felt as if the whole of her throat was being stretched to its limit, and then the delicate fabric of her choker snapped, and the heavy gem dropped to her lap. She slapped his thigh, but the drunken bear was lost in the pleasure tunnel of her throat.

His hips rocked into her again and his hands tightened around her ears. John's nuts suddenly drew up taut against his body, and pressed angrily at her chin as she felt, nay, heard his cannon fire deep in her gullet. All that girthy length throbbed once, then went rock stiff in her throat as the first rope of rich seed was funnel down into her belly.

Her eyes watered up and began to roll back behind her eyelids as she felt volley after volley of cum pump violently into her body. There was so much! Slapping his thigh did nothing to alert the bear and so she clung to the hem of his tunic for dear life as he used and abused her throat for his drunken pleasure. The weight that grew steadily in her belly did more than trouble her. It left her feeling bloated and full. It was too much for a petite vixen like her to swallow!

She started coughing around his cock, but fortunately John had finished at last and was drawing himself back and across her tongue. A single thick rope of cum drooled out of him as his member made its exit from between her lips. Its taste was thick on her tongue and had notes of sweet and salty.

Marian was left dazed and confused. She gasped for air and drew in as deep a breath as she could while the bear manhandled her back up to her feet. Her legs may as well of been fig pudding for all the strength they had. She was placed upon the bed and left to drop limp onto her back.

"Here you go, girl, you're always more fun with some of this in you." She heard him say. A hand took her by the shoulder, and she was again lifted, but now to sit with her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Before she could recover enough sense to protest or flee the mouth of a bottle was pressed to her lips. Her head was then tipped back, and a sweet burning liquid spilled across her tongue to wash away the seed that still clung to her tongue.

The mead ran freely down her gullet, and instinct forced her to swallow it. The bottle was far too full for a vixen to chug it like Little John had intended and so some of the sweet liquid spilled out from her lips to stain her dress. Despite the spillage the bear had managed to drain most of the bottle's contents down into her belly where he surely felt it belonged.

She gasped for air again when the bottle was removed and her belly felt tight from her recent dinner, Little John's seed, and now a bottle of fresh mead.

"J-John, please!" She sputtered, but her protest was quickly silenced. He kissed her again with both hands pressed over her shoulders. He proceeded to fuck her mouth with his own while his hands groped at her shoulders, and then her chest. She took his wrists in hand and tried to stop him, but he was a big strong bear and she was just a little vixen.

His fingers found her collar and fumbled with the buttons. She tried, but failed, to stop the buttons from being undone one by one. With every button gone her dress hugged her chest less and less and her shame and embarrassment swelled.

The bear was patient with her dress, as he was happily slurping his tongue in and out of her mouth with both their lips coated in spit. His kissing was so sloppy and primal she could hardly find the chance to breathe right and proper with him so fervently smacking his mouth to hers.

At last he stopped and pulled away to look down at her chest. A big hand groped her chest through the cloth she wrapped tightly about her bust each morning. She whimpered under him, and felt his hands start the struggle undoing the bindings. She felt defeated, and in that moment of submission Little John loosened the cloth wrap and her chest was then freed.

The ample bosom that embarrassed and shamed her was now on display for the drunken bear. Each morning she wrapped them up tight so no one would know how salacious a body she'd been blessed with. A petite vixen like her could never look like a proper lady with a bust like that of a wench's.

"Well, look at that! A pair of jugs right from the cellar!" John said aloud and her face burned red under her fur. He groped each of her heavy breasts with a firm grasp that left the fuzzy white meat of her breasts squeezing between his fingers.

He closed his mouth over hers again and massaged her chest roughly. The more he stimulated her breasts the stiffer her nipples felt under his touch. With every stroke and motion of his hands and the rough probing of his tongue she felt herself burn hotter beneath his heavy body. The mead churned away in her belly doing what all alcohols did and the vixen was feeling its effects.

Little John freed one of her breasts from his hands and reached down to grope at the hem of her dress. She protested into his mouth but succeeded in only having him suck her tongue out. He pressed his mouth over hers harder and suckled at her tongue until it felt like he was drawing the air right from her lungs. Her hands protested where her mouth could not, and pushed at his arm, but he lifted her hem up despite it.

His fingers found her unprotected nethers and she gasped into his mouth. One finger, then two, slipped deep between her folds. She was already wet with arousal. Her body defied her morals and soaked itself in anticipation of an eager and horny lover.

No, she thought, this wasn't right or proper! Marian did not know how to stop a drunken man, let alone one whom she was so close to. Suddenly, she squealed! Muffled by the kiss it was still loud enough to surprise them both, but John's surprise only ended with a muffled chuckle in reply.

Somewhere within her folds his fingers had probed her somewhere special. He'd found a special place that sent shivers up her spine and she was drawing her legs apart for the big bear despite her longing not to. A third finger entered her, and she felt her walls began to stretch to let the three digits sink down to their last knuckle.

Robin would stretch her this way each time they made love, but that was with his member, and not just his fingers! The bear's thick digits probed her well and she squealed again into his mouth as her tunnel drenched Little John's hands. She was panting hard and heavy into the prolonged kiss until he finally freed her lips from his.

He pushed her legs further apart.

The hand had that plunged into her depths took hold of his still stiff member and Marian felt it press against her folds. There was no kiss to silence her, but she was left speechless as the girth of him forced her lips apart. His thick tool sank swiftly into her tunnel and she was made to gasp. Her walls pulled tight around him and the bear groaned happily at the feel of his insertion.

"Atta girl!" He said with a satisfied grunt once half of him had been successfully lodged inside her body. The vixen's mouth was agape with shock as she tried to process the absolute size of the bear's spear. He kissed her again and started rutting her.

Robin was a gentle lover, but Little John was a passionate, and drunk, paramour. Every thrust was full of might and fight as he tried to stretch her opening wider and wider. Every backward pull of his hips withdrew his shaft until the crown of his blunt tip was nearly free of her, then he'd follow it with a firm thrust that drove the whole of him right back inside her.

Each time he pressed deep his shaft sank further, and the wind was pushed from her lungs and into the bear's hungry maw. He kissed her more and more fervently until she was left lightheaded from it. John wasn't even holding tight to his shaft anymore. Both strong hands were firmly planted on her breasts and he kneaded and groped them just as roughly as his hips hammered his tool between her legs.

The mead sloshed hot within her belly and she was feeling awash with a carnal heat from the tips of her ears and down to the very end of her twitching tail. Between her lightheadedness, the heavy drink, and the massive member slowly plumbing her depths from lips to womb she was no long the sober clear minded lady she once was.

He broke the kiss and she heard herself moan. Her crotch was positively soaked through and she watched with heavy lids as Little John rose up from her to stand at the foot of the bed. His member was still embedded deep within her, and then he took hold of her hips and yanked her to tight to him. She could hear a wet squelch as he sank himself all the way in. The slick juices of her body being forcibly squeezed out by the sheer bulk of him.

Marian felt something deep in her belly stretch and her eyes began to flutter in reply.

"God!" She shouted as he held himself against her smaller body. Marian felt his heartbeat throb through his dick while the bear happily groaned from above her. Another wet squelch as a rope of slick pre squeezed its way out past the lewd plug in her nethers.

"Aw, look!" He suddenly shouted. With her eyes so desperately to hide behind her eyelids it was a struggle to look down. She took a look at the bear from just beneath her heavy lids. "Why, I almost made a big mistake, girl."

He pulled his hips back and she felt her walls clamp and cling to his spear like they didn't want to let him go. His length exited her with a lurid pop, and she was left feeling so empty. She whined and was consumed with confusion. What was happening? The knife sharp panic she'd felt earlier was now dulled down like an old butter knife. All that remained was a burning heat in her belly and a deep wellspring of shame at what was transpiring.

"Rob would turn me inside out if I went and put a cub in you, Marian." He said with a drunken chuckle. A cub? Why, yes, of course, a little bear cub. She tried to sort her dizzy thoughts. She and John would have conceived a child had they continued, and a part of her now wondered if John was sobering up.

Then the bear corrected her that no, in fact, he was not yet sober.

He grabbed her by the hips again and rolled her over onto her belly. Her legs hung off the bed with her thighs pressed against the edge of the mattress. The vixen tried to look behind her, but a strong hand pressed tight to the spot of her back just between her shoulder blades. Her cheek was pressed to the bedding and a second hand grabbed a cheek of her rump and roughly tug it aside like a window curtain. She felt her backside strain and stretch to expose itself to the bear.

With a thick thumb Little John crudely pulled at soft flesh of her pucker until the vixen could feel her backdoor begin to stretch. She began to squirm with embarrassment and flipped her fluffy tail down to hide herself from view, but John didn't care for that. With a chuckle he let her butt relax and grabbed her tail and pulled it up her back. With a careful switch-a-roo he traded her tail from one hand to the other and now the hand at her back was balled into a fist with her tail caught tightly in his grip.

He spread her rump again and her puckered entrance was once more stretched tight. She felt him let go of her rump again as the bear shifted to grab something from the bed next to her. Something cold and hard brushed between her cheeks, then spread them apart. Her heart sped up with panicked confusion and she began to squirm under the hand at her back. Something wet splashed against her clenched opening, then a hard object pushed against her.

"This'll getcha nice and wet." The bear added as the rounded opening of the bottle pressed into her body. She shouted and whined as the wet splashed continued inside her body. Whatever was left in the bottle from before was now draining deep into her bowel and she felt the hot liquid seep deeply within her.

Her hands gripped the bedding tightly as he plucked the bottle from her. Little John spread her ass once more, and then his heavy shaft dropped between her cheeks. The bear drew his hips back the head of his tool slipped between her cheeks until his tip was near her forbidden entrance.

"No!" She shouted. Was avoiding a cub worth this? Marian struggled as best as she could, but the worth of beginning to consume her. Her body felt hot and heavy and her sopping tunnel was clenching at the air with hunger.

"Not there!" She protested again. Surely, he wouldn't! Surely, he couldn't!

He could, and he would.

With the same thumb that had stretched her pucker he used the single digit to press down on the head of his shaft. The blunt end of his tool pushed against her mead slick star and she clenched her butt to stop him. The vixen heard him chuckle, and the pressure only mounted. With every passing second, she felt her poor virgin tunnel lose the battle to keep out John's spear.

She was slowly pried open and she gasped and clawed at the bedding. Marian tried in vain to drag herself away from his enormous member, but as she tugged at the bed cover the fabric finally gave at the head of the bed and slipped. Her rump sank over her shaft and with a wet slurp his crown knocked past her tight pucker.

Her mouth fell agape with shock. A flash of bright pain grew from her backside while John let out a merry groan from above her. Both his hands took a firm hold of her waist and hauled her closer against him and the vixen writhed with claws digging into the bed.

"Just relax, girl, you'll get used to it real quick that way." He grunted and Marian felt his soft belly press against her rump. For a brief moment she did relax, and another thick inch of his tool sank into her before she clenched back again. That extra length of bear meat restored her voice.

"Huge!" She shouted with her eyes watering up fresh from the pain in her backside. "P-pleas-"

A strong hand left her waist and reached up and over her head to clamp down over her muzzle. Her chin was pressed down to the bed as he leaned over her with the bed creaking under their combined weights. His other hand moved to her tail and took a firm grip of it at the base.

With a satisfied grunt he drug his shaft back and she felt her body be pulled along with it. He tightened his hands on her and she stopped in her tracks. His member slid back until she felt the crown of his tool tugging at her ring, then he slapped his hips forward. Muffled cries went unanswered as Little John forcibly worked his member in and out of her with laborious grunts.

Marian snorted through her nose as she clenched her eyes shut. The big bear was quickening his pace as her backside no longer had the strength left to fight him. Her rear was going slack under his brutish attention and his heavy breathing filled the room with the subtle scent of mead.

Every stroke of his piston left her trembling as the head of his member drug back and forth through her insides. Those rapid thrusts were being felt through her body's innermost walls and into her belly. She could feel him in her fertile field almost as if he'd penetrated her from the front! It was like he was rutting her with two spears instead of one! He had so much girth!

Marian gripped hard at the bedding and whimpered through John's hand as her breathing quickened. She squirmed and struggled, and fresh tears beaded up at the corners of her eyes as she screwed them tighter shut. The poor vixen fought it as hard as she could, but she knew this feeling so well from her precious moments spent with Robin.

She squealed long and loud from behind the grip of the bear's hand as her pussy clenched at nothing and soaked the bed beneath her. Little John would have felt the splash against his fuzzy sac as he pushed her through an intense climax. Her eyes fluttered and she struggled to breath.

Marian needed to gasp, she needed to suck in a big lungful of air to catch her breath, but John still clung to her muzzle too tightly and her delicate nose was not enough. Her eyes continued to flutter until she saw the room begin to spin. At no point did the bear ever notice her body go limp as she fluttered right out of consciousness. It wasn't until he let go of her muzzle to plant a hand on her shoulder that she finally roused again.

That massive tool spearing her backside was moving solidly in her, but John's hips had grown still. He was grunting up above her loudly with both hands clenching at her so tightly that she could feel his fingernails biting through her fur and into her skin.

As she gathered her wits, she noticed the bear's sac was drawn up tight and pressed to her snatch. He was throbbing. Every inch of him buried within her was flexing with the strength of a man's bicep as he seeded the vixen for the second time. His balls were violently shuddering against her lips with his fur tickling her petals.

Moments turned to minutes as her stomach was forced to accept everything the bear had to offer her. She could feel her tummy pressing into the mattress as she was filled to the brim with his seed. Even with it locked so deep inside of her she could tell it was thick from how sluggishly she felt it slosh around within her.

The bear eventually pulled out. She was limp and exhausted with a full belly and with a growing warmth continuing to spread through her as the mead did its duty. Marian was too far gone to even blush when she heard the bear's seed spurt from her ruined passage to pelt the bedroom floor.

Little John rolled her over onto her back again and the whole motion spilled more virile goop from her backside. She looked away from the bear as he leaned over her, but he grabbed her chin and turned her toward him. They kissed, and his tongue explored her mouth once more. He grinned through their kiss as he dropped his heavy tool over her swollen belly.

"Atta girl, you look right maidenly filled up like a gourd." He said with a chuckle before taking a firm hold of his tool. The bear was still stiff as a if the night had only just started, and she felt it when he wiped the seed off his member to smear it over her dress. "N-no more." She whimpered as the bear pressed himself back into her proper tunnel. Her flower parted easily this time, and fresh seed spilled again from her rear as the bear's tool filled her once more to the hilt.

"Aw, come on now. Rob tells me you and him can go for hours." The bear chuckled, and she flushed red. Robin wouldn't kiss and tell! No one should know about their time in the bedroom! Little John tapped against the entrance of her womb and she gasped. He body hummed with mead and lust as the big bear began to rut her once again.

Her body answered him with another mighty climax that left her clawing at his tunic as she frantically spasmed beneath him. The sloppy pre his spear filled her with made it so easy for Little John to plow her field. She came twice this came with the end of his spear tickling her womb with every thrust.

"Can't risk givin' you a cub, girl." He soon grunted even as he refused to slip himself from out between her petals. Marian was lost to him as her hands clung tightly to his hands as he held her firmly around her waist.

He reluctantly pulled his hips back, and her legs caught him. The vixen wrapped her ankles around to his back and he chuckled over her and gave her a reply with a hard thrust like a carpenter's hammer upon a nail. He knocked against her womb and she saw stars as her vision briefly turned white before going full color once more.

"You're a naughty girl, Marian." The bear grunted louder and redoubled his thrusts. "Rob picked a good one!"

He plowed her faster still as her legs wrapped tighter around his body. Marian was panting and whining under him so loudly that he eventually shut her up with a fist around her muzzle. With her mouth held shut she let loose and howled out from within his clenched fist. Muffled as her cries were it did not tarnish the ecstasy of her climax one bit.

She was drunk and horny and there was a brutish male violating her body deep and firm. Every inch of her lover was hilted inside her and she could feel how close he was to popping. Little John was growling over her and she egged him on to take her. Eager delicate hands gripped hungrily at him until finally she could squeal.

He throbbed in her, the full length of him shuddering right before going taut as cold iron. The barrel of his member flooded with seed and the first hot rope pelted against her womb. Her climax sang in her ears as she eagerly clenched away at him while he threatened to plant a litter of cubs in her belly. She was already so swollen with cum, but now she downright looked like she was showing a pregnancy with all the bear's cum lodged deep in her guts.

Her true love, Robin, was right. She could go for hours, and Little John could sow as much seed as a farmer with empty fields. They each found their limits within each other's arms.

All throughout the following day shame kept her mouth shut about Little John's drunken behavior, and her own. The bear was his merry self but complained of headaches from all of the previous day's mead. He was on his best behavior, too, and for a time she almost wondered if he'd forgotten what he'd done. What they'd done.

It had begun as a terrible transgression on his part had ended with her joining him in his sin. In the early hours of the morning she'd snuck out from his bedchamber to her own. They'd both passed out from their exhaustive lovemaking, and Marian had been tending to an ever-leaking pair of holes the entire day with a scrap of cloth plugging each. She dared not dwell on what the future would bring her. Marian prayed that she would not come up 'late'.

If the bear had truly lost his memory, she did not know what she would do. He could very well have bred her last night. As evening neared, she was quick to escape to her and Robin's bed chamber after dinner, and that is where she found herself answering a knock at her door. Little John greeted her with two jugs of mead in his hands with a merry grin at his lips.

"I thought I'd give you some company tonight, Marian." He told her through the crack in the door.

"W-we shouldn't." She replied with fresh warmth on her cheeks and a tremble in her heart. He leaned forward and pushed the door open.

"Rob shouldn't have up and left you alone, Marian. He'd appreciate me keepin' you company." He replied and lifted one of his jugs and shook it so they both could hear its contents slosh in its container. Marian's lip trembled, and he pushed the door open wider. She took a step back, and he followed her inside.

"Besides, we gotta finish giving you that cub you were beggin me for." He told her as he shut the door, and her ears were flat with shame at the memory of the words she could still hear herself screaming the night before.