A Perfect Wedding Night
Sometimes, I wonder if Disney ever contemplated writing behind-the-scenes tales for every one of their movies that featured animals. Do you think so? So far, I've written yiffs for "Balto," "Robin Hood," and "Spirit, Stallion of the Cimmaron," but I hope to begin another series; a third one, one that will be almost like my Redwall series, but featuring Disney animal characters.
A Perfect Wedding Night
All characters © Disney
Maid Marion sighed with happiness as Robin Hood carried her over the threshhold of their new home. "Oh, Robin!" she laughed, kissing his forehead when he set her down. "It's beautiful!" The small house /was/ beautiful, with finely carved furniture, three rooms, and, the masterpiece: a large double bed, complete with silk sheets, compliments of the kind King Richard.
The vixen danced around the moonlit room giddily, giggling when she collapsed onto the bed. "Ahhh, Robin. I'm going to love living here!" Robin Hood nodded. "I will, too." Shutting the door behind him, he threw back the heavy velvet drapes of the window, revealing the moon. Its bright beams of creamy light streamed over the floor to rest upon the bed, where Marion sat. Robin smiled fondly at her, taking his jaunty cap off and hanging it from a peg set in the wall. "I had the bed placed in this spot so that I would never have to search for you, Marion; I can always find you by moonlight."
Marion smiled. "How romantic." Getting up, she went to Robin and took his paws. "You won't have to find me tonight, darling; I'll be right by you." Robin grinned, flashing his strong white teeth. Catching the vixen up, he bore her to the bed and lay her down across the pillows. "And I don't intend to waste a moment of this wonderful moonlight to see you by, Marion." Dipping his muzzle, he kissed her again before nipping gently down her throat and untying the front of her dress.
Marion drew in a quick breath as he took a firm nipple into his mouth, slipping the dress down her waist and thighs. Dropping the clothing onto the floor, he pulled away for a moment to unclothe himself, feeling his sheath thicken slightly at the sight of all her vulpine beauty. Once barefurred, he resumed his suckling of her nipple, caressing her other breast with his right paw and stroking her slender abdomen with his left. Her paws were not still, either, fondling his shoulders, touching his chest, stroking his bushy tail.
Robin switched his muzzle to Marion's other breast, running his paws down both of her sides, feeling her eagerness fire him in two ways: one with lust, the other with anger. It was anger at her tryst two months ago with her leonine uncle, Prince John, upon the floor of his throne room. So eager Marion had been then, crying the prince's name and taking pleasure in the feel of his seed filling her womb. She would be just as eager tonight, Robin thought, running his lips down her breastbone toward her navel, but she would not be a virgin. Marion would have skill, not the innocent inexperience she should have; she would ride him like she probably did Prince John. The very thought of that lion pumping Robin's beloved vixen full of his issue infuriated the fox, and this was evident by the way he buried his muzzle in Marion's opening.
Marion felt the tension in her new husband's shoulders and realized what he was thinking of as he licked fiercely at her. "Robin. . ." she murmured, pushing the fox away. "Robin, I'm sorry." The fox snorted. "It's all right, Marion. Let's. . . let's just make love and go to sleep, okay?" The vixen shook her head, tears now evident on her face. "No; it's not all right. What I did was wrong, Robin, very wrong! And now, it's even come between us on our wedding night!" Marion rolled over onto her side, crying silently. Robin sighed and nodded in the moonlight. "Yes; yes it was, Marion. But darling," he crooned, pulling her back to face him, "I forgive you." Marion blinked up at her beloved as he wiped her tears away. "Do you really mean that, Robin? Even after what I did?"
Robin nodded. "I do, Marion. And I love you. I love you so much." The two foxes embraced, and Marion lay back down. "I love you too, Robin." Before proceeding to pleasure her, Robin whispered, "We'll just take it slow and easy, as if you were a virgin." Marion nodded and smiled, closing her eyes as the hero of Nottingham began to lick her, tasting her freshness like it was the last ounce of water in the world. Robin inhaled her sweet scent, loving the taste of his vixen, feeling her fingers tangle in his ears and her hips roll toward his mouth.
Stretching out on the bed below her, Robin cupped her firm rump in his palms and squeezed it teasingly as he lapped at her folds. Marion gave a low, gasping moan as Robin delved his tongue up into her as far as it would go, and arched her back. "Ooohh, Robin.!" The fox felt himself harden against the sheets and rubbed his length along the slick fabric, knowing he was staining them with preseed, but not caring. His teeth raked lightly across the vixen's stiff, unhooded clitoris, making her jump and squeal, and his fingers played around her tailhole, slipping a digit inside and rolling it around lovingly. Her folds dampened with arousal and saliva, Marion rolled her hips toward Robin's mouth again, close to orgasm.
Robin sensed this and increased his lapping tongue, scooping small amounts of her tangy sweetness into his mouth before returning to stimulate more. Gripping his ears and giving a cry, Marion climaxed explosively, sending her liquid love across his face. Robin held her in place, licking her clean, and then reared up, sinking himself to the hilt inside her tightness.
The vixen cried out and writhed against him as he fell into a smooth, slow tempo of lust, engulfing his rod in her wetness and slipping it out again. Marion's insides churned with pleasure. This was her Robin, her beloved, her husband, that was taking her with his silken strokes. It was his mouth that was on her breast, his paws that stroked her passion into flames, his love that he would soon fill her with. Marion cried his name as his shaft rubbed her clitoris again, her claws digging into his shoulders and only adding to his pleasure.
Robin watched his wife meet his thrusts again and again, her young, yet curvaceous body eagerly attuning to his every rhythm. The heat built jointly in their bodies, higher and higher, until faster and more wilder did the two foxes move, crying out each other's names. Marion held onto her husband as the climax hit them both at the same time. Her body spurted hot cream up Robin's shaft; he filled her to the brim with his hot foxseed, and both of them gave a loud cry of release and pleasure.
Robin collapsed onto Marion's sweaty breasts, spent and happy that he had just consummated marriage with the one vixen he had ever loved. Likewise, Marion clasped him to her, her passions satiated; for the moment. After a while, Robin lifted his head to kiss his wife. "The night is young, my darling," Marion whispered, moving her hips sensually against his. Robin nodded, nuzzling her throat. "Yes." He pulled out of her, provoking a groan from both of them, and lay beside her.
The vixen rose into a kneeling position above her husband. Robin returned her flashing smile, and watched as she lowered her muzzle to his soft member. Robin continued to watch, feeling his wife's slender, nimble fingers lightly caressing his testes and shaft, urging him on to hardness; and then she took the head of him into her mouth. The lithe and muscled fox jumped. Marion licked around the top, lapping at the beads of preseed that formed at the tip, then nibbled with soft lips down the long side of it and kissed his softfurred, firm pouch lightly, running her tongue over the furred sac. Robin half grunted, half moaned as his wife worked over him skillfully.
With growing arousal, Robin watched her take as much as she could of him into her mouth, gagging as she reached the limit, then licked the growing knot that was forming at his base and sucked his testes as well. Robin grinned, shifting his position. Marion sucked the musky shaft, beginning at the top and working her way down with swift swirls of her skilled tongue, tiny nips of her fangtips, and gently kissing lips. Robin groaned; it took all his willpower not to put a paw on the back of her head. Marion pulled her mouth off him for a moment, smiled wickedly at her husband, and went back to her sucking. Her nipples became erect and she rubbed them upon her husband's slick red rod, adding to his pleasure---and her own.
Robin climaxed into Marion's mouth with a howl, feeling her swallow around his throbbing shaft with maddening slowness. Before his shaft could deflate, however, Marion slipped her muzzle off of it and sat down on top of Robin, taking him deep into her wet folds. The fox bit back a cry as the vixen began to work him skillfully, rocking her hips back and forth, squeezing his stiff foxpole with her inner muscles, throwing her head back and crying his name. Robin lost himself in the pleasure and seized her thighs. He pounded her with swift strokes of his hips, fired as he watched her writhe and moan atop him, feeling her wet tightness immerse him every time he impaled her on his shaft.
Marion was both surprised and pleased by her husband's wild reaction to her feral behavior, and thought of what else Robin could do, once sufficiently inflamed with lust. She began to work him faster and harder, feeling him yank her down to meet each of his upward lunges. His engorged knot slamming against her clitoris only impassioned both of them further. The foxes' howling soon took over from their cries, and they moved to an unheard and barbaric chant, concentrating on the impending climax.
It came with a burst of light and sound. Robin actually shrieked as his knot was buried inside Marion and she screamed with him as he filled her to overflowing with his potent vulpine seed. The vixen rode him for a few more moments, and then toppled onto his chest, panting and laughing breathlessly. Robin stroked her back and ears, silently thanking her for such a wonderous and wild wedding night. The two fell asleep like that, embracing each other in an unconscious expression of love.
The End