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Archery Lessons

Chapter Four

The previous night had been equal parts confusing and distressing. As Marian awoke--late again, no less--she began to collect her thoughts about that whirlwind of an evening. Not only had she shared a kiss with someone other than Robin, but she'd consented to it as well. Worse still, the fox had enjoyed herself! One need only take a cursory glance at her smallclothes to fathom her arousal. It had taken all her willpower not to touch herself in such an indecent way.

The flustered vixen made haste to peel off her sodden panties, hoping her lady-in-waiting wouldn't discover her shame. Her pajamas followed, carefully stuffed into the wicker basket by her bed as she set off to tend her fur. The brush Marian used for such a task was a bit too coarse, though she'd been promised one with softer bristles before her uncle had gone away.

It was a rather hum-drum affair, but necessary in her mind. If her beloved Robin Hood were to return, it wouldn't do for her fur to be in disarray. The fox brushed and brushed until she was finally satisfied, letting out a sigh as she began to gather her clothing. It was the same old dress, though she was growing a bit more thankful of its modesty, with things being as they were. Were Marian wearing something more revealing, her reptilian 'friend' might be more emboldened in his advances.

"Damn..." Marian swore, her gaze casting downward as her thoughts drifted to that clandestine encounter with the captain yet again. Why was she having so much trouble ousting such a thing from her mind? The taste of his saliva, the way he so possessively held her as he defiled her maw... It was brutish, and a complete foil to the kind, loving embrace she expected from Robin. The vixen was puzzled why that bastard managed to excite her so.

Grumpily, the noble lady donned her dress, slipping into her shoes as she carefully affixed that pink veil over her fluffy ears. Marian had no idea what time it was, but she knew she was horribly late to badminton with Lady Kluck, something the old hen would surely lambaste her for. Her tail twitched anxiously behind her as she jogged toward the makeshift court.

As expected, the older woman looked rather displeased with Marian, her body language suggesting irritation. Her hand was on her hip, and her posture was slouched. "Did you have a nice nap, Sleeping Beauty?" Kluck chided, tossing her the smaller of the two badminton racquets. "With all that extra rest, you should be able to thrash me, eh? Let's see it."

It was true that the fox felt a bit more energized today, but her lady-in-waiting's righteous fury was simply too much to contend with. Still, she hadn't lost by as wide a margin as the day prior, so that was at least something. Groaning from the exertion, Marian endured Kluck's victory gloats, though they soon gave way to the same honest concern the old bird had displayed yesterday.

"Are you certain everything's alright? Your recent behavior's been...odd, to say the least." The caretaker declared, lowering her voice a bit in case anyone was listening in. "This is about Robin, isn't it? He hasn't visited yet, and you're thinking he's forgotten about you."

"I appreciate your concern, really. But it's nothing like that." Marian huffed, becoming a bit annoyed with the constant questioning. Was it so hard to believe that she'd simply been having trouble sleeping lately? It wasn't the truth, exactly, but such a thing was hardly uncommon.

"He'll come for you, I'm sure of it. Robin's a good man." Kluck continued, nodding sagely. "I remember all the mischief you two used to get up to. There's no way he's forgotten about you, dear. In fact, I'll bet he's already making plans to come see you as we speak." The fat hen adjusted her dress, giving Marian a reassuring smile.

The young fox could only look down at her shoes, giving a weak, "I suppose," in response. Of course she wanted Robin to return, she was just ashamed of her own indecent behavior. Mentally, she made a vow not to let that scaly slob get the better of her again. This was seriously getting out of hand.

"Thank you, Lady Kluck. I should know better than to doubt him." The vixen weakly smiled, rubbing her arm in a sheepish manner. "I'll try to cheer up, for both of our sakes. It's hard to play badminton and mope at the same time, after all."

"Aye, that it is. Just try to get to bed early tonight, sleeping in like this isn't good for you." Kluck waggled her feathery finger in an exaggerated gesture, before allowing a small chuckle to leave her beaked mouth. The two of them played one more round before calling it quits, with the victory being a tad more narrowly achieved for Marian's friend this time.

After exchanging farewells with the older woman, Marian wandered the castle grounds for a half-hour or so while Kluck prepared her bath. In truth, she'd worked up a bit of a sweat during their game together, so she welcomed the ability to wash up. As the noble fox headed through the halls, however, she passed by a group of Prince John's guards.

Normally, they wouldn't pay much attention to Marian, having very little reason to engage in conversation with her. This time, she noticed immediately that their eyes were fixated on her, and they didn't budge when she returned the favor. It wasn't unusual for men to steal glances at her, but to hold their gaze when she very obviously caught them ogling her body...that was uncommon, to be sure.

"Can I help you with something?" The vixen asked, in a rather icy tone. Staring was rude, after all.

"Oh, nothin' in particular." A tall, muscular rhino replied, yellow teeth made apparent as he flashed the smaller woman a grin. It was a smug expression he wore, as if he knew something she didn't. "Jes' headin' off to see the cap'n, about to do some patrols."

"I see. Well, don't let me get in your way, then." The fox replied, stepping to the side to allow that group of armed guards to pass. They lingered for a moment before departing, though she heard them chuckling among themselves over the clinking of their armor as they left. Marian was certain they were mocking her, though they'd been vague enough to leave her guessing as to why. Had that wily crocodile blabbed about what they'd been up to?

"The nerve..." The vixen growled under her breath, making yet another mental note to have a long talk with her uncle when he returned--she would not abide by being disrespected in such a way! For now though, all there was to do was head back to her room and stew on the recent events in her increasingly strange life.

Her clothes were discarded upon entering and locking herself inside her room, and Marian wasted no time sinking into the warm, comforting water of her prepared bath. Any stress that had built up almost immediately melted away, leaving her mind a bit clearer now. This was going to be a long soak, that was for sure. She felt unclean, and not just in the physical sense.

She scrubbed herself as thoroughly as she could, and then some. This made her feel a mite better, though she was still having trouble casting that wicked, green-skinned thug from her thoughts. Her tongue tingled a bit when she recalled his aggressive kiss, and how she'd swallowed his saliva in an almost obedient way. Sure, she was thinking about Robin while he was taking advantage of her, but...to say she hated the whole experience was an exercise in self-deception.

Her intensive cleaning inevitably lead to that fuzzy, tight mound between her thighs as her mind continued to wander. Marian scarcely gave her actions a second thought as she began to rub herself, teasing her blushing pink vulva with her dainty fingers. Oh, how she longed for Robin...she knew when he came for her, they would make love for hours on end. Just the two of them, their bodies intertwined, with nothing in the world to come between them. The mere thought of it caused her to shiver in pleasure, moaning out her lover's name as her fingers roamed up to her clitoris.

Unfortunately, the pleasure she felt wasn't enough to overwhelm the shame. This sort of thing was indecent, far from ladylike behavior. It felt almost maddeningly satisfying, however, and she had to physically pry her hand away from her quivering quim, lest she diddle herself to completion. This wasn't like her--Marian was a chaste, noble maiden, not some common tart who couldn't keep her libido in check.

And so, with great reluctance, she finished her bath and dried herself off. Every time she closed her legs, she felt her engorged labia rubbing together, which elicited a shiver of reluctant pleasure from the fox. Her womanhood was already a slimy mess by the time she slipped her clothes on, soaking through her clean pair of underwear in no time flat. This was too embarrassing...

Perhaps wisely, the vixen decided that she would neglect her archery training tonight. If she had let him get away with kissing her, there was no telling what she'd allow him to do in her current state. Whimpering in begrudging arousal, the young fox set about tidying her room as best she could, her shaky legs guiding her about until she was satisfied. Next, she took a seat on her bed and continued reading that admittedly mundane children's story.

She still couldn't get over just how much the dragon in her little tale reminded her of the Captain, though. Sure, the hero ended up conquering the beast at the end of the story, but her mind drifted to the sorts of things that monster might've been doing to the princess before the brave knight arrived. Perhaps this wasn't too different from her current predicament, a thought which gave her genuine pause. Marian prayed her own knight would come rescue her...

Tedium was what filled the rest of her night, with the canine reading through that same book three or four times in the span of an hour or so. She was so bored. The fact that she wasn't even remotely tired exacerbated the issue, as she knew she'd lie awake in bed for hours if she tried to rest. The thought of swallowing her pride and visiting the archery grounds crossed her mind more than she'd care to admit, but there was NO way she was going to give that smug bastard any more chances to take advantage of her.

...

Against her better judgment, and frankly a good deal of common sense, Marian found herself on that all-too-familiar path toward the tournament area only an hour later. The fox had seemingly become addicted to the thrill of sinking an arrow into that straw target. The satisfaction that followed easily rivaled the feeling that accompanied finishing a good book--and she was fresh out of good books to read.

Her small, dainty paws carried her forward yet again, the look of apprehension plain as day on her face as she walked to the Captain's usual rendezvous point. Perhaps it was wishful thinking to hope he wouldn't try anything cheeky with her tonight, but not even she was naive enough to think he'd settle for a kiss. Even if it was a sloppy, forceful kiss...

"Evenin'. You're late." A sudden, booming voice called out, addressing her. Marian was so surprised that she almost toppled over, the vixen whipping around to face her mysterious companion. Of course, it was the Captain, with that same damnable grin plastered across his face. He was as self-assured as ever, climbing down from his seated position atop one of the many stalls that littered the grounds. The wood creaked in protest.

"Y-yes, I, ahh..." The fox stumbled over her words for a moment, leaving the crocodile to talk over her in his typically loud, gravelly voice.

"I see our little kiss last night wasn't enough to deter ya. I thought I'd gone too far! I'm happy to see that ya enjoy my company enough to come back." The hefty reptile padded over toward her, presenting that ornate-looking bow she'd been using for the past few nights. Marian practically snatched it, giving him an icy glare that betrayed her irritation.

"I didn't come back to see you, you hoodlum." The canine fired back, rolling her pretty eyes as she fingered the wood grain of that fancy weapon. It felt right in her hands, that much was for sure. She scanned the immediate area for arrows, but it seemed there were none to be found. "I came because I was bored, nothing less and nothing more. Now give me an arrow, I'll train without you if I must."

The crocodile laughed, patting his knee in obvious amusement. "Oh, you're all fiery tonight. I like that." Reaching behind him, the portly gentleman produced a small quiver of arrows, pulling one free from the stack and twirling it between his fingers. "Unfortunately for you, that's not your bow. And these aren't your arrows. I'm permitting you to use them out of the kindness of my heart." He snickered with that last bit, narrowing his eyes.

"Rrghh." Marian wanted to break that bow over his big, stupid head. He had her right where he wanted her, holding archery training over her head to get his sick kicks. The fox cursed her adventurous spirit--things would've been a lot more simple if she wasn't so hellbent on injecting some entertainment into her life.

That tubby croc didn't even bother telling her she was free to leave if she so desired, as the conflict going on in her mind was depicted vividly in her facial expression. "Well, you know the drill then, toots. Come over here, let me get a good look at you." He licked his lips, that broad tongue running along those hazardous-looking teeth of his as well. He was loving this.

Marian capitulated, letting out a deep, defeated sigh as she began the walk of shame to where the Captain stood. He drank in her appearance, sniffing the air--but that was when he noticed something odd about the vixen's aroma. The crocodile's nostrils flared, the big lug seeming obviously delighted by...something.

"Ooh...now that's surprising." He cooed, which unnerved the smaller canine. She never expected to hear a sweet voice like that coming out of him, and wanted to never hear it again. "Are you in heat, darlin'? You sure as hell smell like it."

"Of course not." She replied, perhaps a bit too quickly, folding her arms. Her face was flushed considerably, her embarrassment only compounded by his lewd accusations. "Don't say such filthy things."

"Right. Silly me." The Captain responded, obviously in a mocking tone, before reaching out with his large, powerful hands. They closed around Marian's waist, who allowed him to gently pull her closer. Another kiss would undoubtedly follow, as that had been their previous agreement. The slender fox shivered, closing her eyes and awaiting that brutish, obscene gesture with veiled excitement.

What happened next shocked her. The Captain's left hand remained firmly planted on her waist, while his right slipped rather unceremoniously under her frock, his scaled fingers gliding softly over the thin fabric of her smallclothes. Marian let out a loud squeak of surprise, writhing in his grasp, but he persisted. His middle finger pressed tightly against the slimy crotch of her underwear, his palm rocking slowly back and forth in an effort to stimulate her. It worked.

"I don't like liars." The crocodile growled in his deep, husky voice, pulling her ever closer with his strong arms as he violated her for the second night in a row. "You're dripping down here, toots. And it ain't from your no-show of a boyfriend. I get ya all hot and bothered, don't I?" His words teased her mercilessly as he massaged her sensitive folds through her panties, the vixen simply not possessing the strength to push him away. Nor the resolve. "Just a little kissing is really all it takes to put a noble lady like you into rut?"

"Nnghh...it's got nothing to do with you, pervert. Lecherous buffoon..." All Marian could offer to the contrary were half-baked insults, her tail wagging excitedly behind her ample rear and utterly betraying her enthusiasm. Her dainty hands pushed against his chest, trying to dislodge herself from his grasp, but it was useless. That pleasurable feeling down below was sapping what little strength she did have in the first place...

"Aha, that's rich. If I'm a pervert, what does that make you?" The libidinous reptile huffed, leaning in close and letting his tongue drag along her collarbone and neck. A trail of his saliva remained, feeling hot and wet on her skin as he continued licking and nibbling along that erogenous zone of hers. "Rrrr...you're just a poor, helpless victim, aren't you? Can't stand a second of this."

Despite the ceaseless mocking, his fingers and mouth were doing a number on the poor vixen. Marian panted and mewled out in ecstasy, humiliated and aroused in equal measure. She was letting this chubby, smug scoundrel have his way again, and she couldn't bring herself to put a stop to it. The sensation of his rough, broad fingers rubbing against her clit was too much, even through her completely soaked underwear. The fox had never felt anything like it.

"Ya got awfully quiet all of a sudden, heh..." The Captain chided, taking her silence as a go-ahead for him to get a little braver in his advances. "You're not about to cum, are ya?" Such crude terminology, and yet she knew exactly what he meant. An orgasm, something she'd never experienced outside of the more lascivious bits of literature she'd read in her time outside of Nottingham. Was that the burgeoning feeling in her loins?

"Nn! C-certainly not, unhand me..." She was a paper tiger if he'd ever seen one. Her words fell on deaf ears, the crocodile only emboldened further by her puny resistance. His fingers deftly eased aside that ineffectual bit of cloth hiding her sex from him, the lewd Captain feeling the direct warmth of her labia for the first time. She was completely soaked, her pussy dribbling all over his probing digits as he worked her over. He knew it wouldn't take much at this rate, as she was already whining like a feral bitch in heat. He would have the satisfaction of making her cum.

"Ah! S-something's...ohh, heavens!" Marian squeaked out in complete euphoria, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she greedily rocked her hips against his hand. Her claws dug into his scaly flesh as she gripped him tightly, the crocodile able to feel her entrance quivering and contracting beneath his dexterous fingers. He let her ride out her orgasm, little droplets of honey dripping past his fingers and into the dirt beneath them.

"Heh. That was easy." The Captain snickered, getting a good look at her lewd face as he pulled his fingers free from her quaking folds. Marian whined, almost as if to protest him removing them, but he cared not. It was his time for some satisfaction, after all. "On your knees, toots. You ain't gonna be havin' all the fun tonight."

The poor vixen could barely think straight--so that's what an orgasm was like, huh? It was mind-blowing, truly. Marian wasn't even aware such pleasurable sensations existed. "Nngh...on my knees?" She asked, quietly, as the towering beast of a man finally released her. The fox didn't appear to need much coaxing, since without him supporting her weight, she stumbled and fell rather gracelessly onto the grass beneath.

Her legs were shaky and weak as she attempted to rise, sensitive ears picking up on a rustling sound, followed by the metallic noise of the Captain unfastening his belt. Marian swallowed hard, her gaze slowly rising to behold her companion, who had produced his cock from his trousers with precious little decorum.

It was a stout, shapely-looking length he sported, though it was about twice the size of what she'd expected. Hell, she had no idea men could even get this large! It was intimidating, and simultaneously intriguing. "I don't expect ya to be any good at suckin' dick, but I feel like I'm about to explode after fondlin' ya like that." He took a few steps toward her, that imposing shaft finding itself only inches away from her face.

"S-sucking dick?" Marian replied, bewildered as that sweaty aroma wafted into her hyper-sensitive nostrils. It was unpleasant, surely, but there was something enticing about the crocodile's musk that she couldn't quite place. He wasted no time smearing that slimy thing across her face, eliciting a groan and a shiver from the vixen as his hand firmly grasped the back of her head.

"That's right, toots. Ain't fair if you're the only one who gets off. Guhh, I've been cravin' this pretty mouth of yours for years..." His fat, squishy glans prodded against her lips, which the canine elected

to close tightly. This did little to deter him, however, as he was quite happy to pinch Marian's nose, forcing the poor lass to breathe through her mouth. Once she did, he was in. The tall, chubby reptile groaned out in pleasure as his cock head pressed against his companion's tongue, basting his salty pre-spunk all over that slippery muscle of hers.

Marian murmured and grunted around that fat shaft of the Captain's, but he was enjoying himself too much to care. Clutching her large, sensitive ears in either hand, he used them like handlebars, lustfully sawing his cock in and out of that lovely maw. Sure, she was unpracticed, and her teeth would graze him here and there, but she didn't seem inclined to bite him. Which was good. His foreskin peeled back as he eased himself further inside, always mindful not to gag the poor girl.

While not exactly dutiful, Marian's initial resistance had crumbled, her hands resting on his hips as he used her mouth to gratify himself. The fox was humiliated, but took solace in the fact that he hadn't stolen her virginity. This was a betrayal of her beloved Robin's trust, certainly, but at least she remained a virgin in this unpleasant affair. Drool ran down her chin as he continued rocking his hips into her, his cock throbbing and constantly leaking that warm, clear fluid into her mouth.

"Unghh...use your hand, wrap your fingers around it..." The Captain groaned, his fat tail swaying behind him as he instructed her on how to please him correctly. Marian complied, moaning around his invading shaft as she coiled her dainty digits around the fair few inches he hadn't stuffed into her mouth.

This seemed to renew his vigor, his cock pulsating against her tongue as he pistoned it further inside. Marian stroked him all the while, unable to believe she let things progress this far. Why was he so adept at getting a rise out of her? It was truly baffling...

The hapless vixen had little time to stew on her predicament, though. After only a minute or so more of Marian's delicate oral embrace, the Captain let out a veritable howl of pleasure, holding her tightly against him as his cock began to throb even more wildly than before. The surprise was plain as day in her eyes alone as that lewd crocodile began to ejaculate, a thick, gooey substance erupting into her mouth and running down into her throat.

Marian coughed wetly around his shaft, eyes shutting tightly as she tried to clear that semi-viscous payload from her airway, but there was no shortage of the stuff. He wasn't giving her the option of spitting it out, leaving her with the unenviable task of swallowing down all of his thick, musky, salty spunk. Her throat flexed and undulated, that sludgy cum making its way toward her stomach, with plenty more to follow.

"Oooh, that's the stuff...better'n I thought it'd be." The tubby reptile hissed out in pleasure, finally pulling his cock free from her maw with a wet -pop-. It was like a dream come true for him, getting to fuck that prissy, uptight noble's mouth like a pussy. He stroked his cock as the last few droplets of cum dribbled onto the ground beneath him, the croc pulling up his trousers and fastening his belt only moments later.

"Guhh...disgusting." Marian replied, opening her mouth and inadvertently giving the Captain a lewd view of his pearly-white sperm all over her tongue. She spit what little remained onto the grass, but he was already plenty satisfied knowing she'd swallowed the bulk of it. He'd enjoyed a victory tonight, that much was for sure.

"That's not what you were saying when I was playin' ya like a fiddle earlier. Never seen a girl cum so quickly, you're a real deviant." He offered one of his burly hands to help her up, which she accepted with a grumble, shakily rising to her feet.

"I think I'm putting a stop to these visits. I...refuse to subject myself to this debauchery. You're a terrible man." Marian managed to blurt out, though her gaze was affixed firmly on her feet as she spoke. There was no confidence or authority in her words, making them come across as anything but genuine. "No manner of training or entertainment is worth this level of abuse. When my uncle returns from his crusade, he'll be hearing all about this..."

"Oh? Will he, now?" The croc guffawed, closing the distance between the two of them with his short, stubby legs. "Ya gonna tell him that you agreed to kiss me, and how you soaked through your panties just thinkin' about it afterward, eh? Don't forget to let him know about tonight, too. How long was I rubbin' ya before you got off? Thirty seconds? A minute?"

Marian's ears drooped, her tail remaining static behind that gorgeous rump of hers. He had a point, didn't he? She hadn't exactly resisted any of this, despite knowing it was all horribly wrong. It was confusing, and made her doubt herself quite a bit.

"That's right. Ya got nobody to blame for this but yourself, toots. Ya don't have to keep coming back, but ya choose to. I'm not forcin' ya." That same wolfish grin crept across his reptilian features, his large hand raising to beckon her forward. "Now, quit lyin' to yourself and get over here. We still got some trainin' to do, and I haven't got my kiss yet."

The younger fox let out a whimper of defeat, shivering slightly as a cool breeze blew across the tournament grounds. Why did she want to do this? Was something broken inside of her? All she could feel was shame as she acquiesced to his demands once again, her tiny paws padding over to him to render their contractual kiss.

The Captain took her into his burly arms, chuckling quietly to himself before locking muzzles with her yet again. His hands held her possessively, his right sliding down toward her waist, giving that lovely ass of hers a good squeeze. His kisses were as sloppy and lewd as ever, his tongue snaking its way into her mouth and intertwining with her own. This continued for some time, until he was thoroughly satisfied with her performance.

"Alright, darlin'." He grinned, licking his chops. "Time to actually get some shootin' done, eh? Let's see if ya forgot everything I taught ya last night."

Marian hadn't forgotten a thing, though she was still too shaky from that earth-shattering orgasm earlier to hit her target with any sort of efficiency. Her companion watched over her, seeming more interested in ogling her body than paying attention to her shooting, though it was hard to expect more of him at this point. He was a hopeless pervert, but then, she supposed she wasn't much better.

The sleazy crocodile stole one more kiss from her before she left, leaving the flavor of tobacco to slightly mask the intense aftertaste of his cum. Marian had allowed him to violate her again, and it had felt amazing. She had no idea what to make of all this. There was no way she was attracted to the fat, brutish guardsman, but he seemed to know exactly how to get under her skin.

The humiliated fox made her way back to her room, desperately wanting a glass of water to wash that salty, bitter flavor away from her palate. Her rest was fitful, her dreams containing far too much of that big, stupid, green face for her liking. He was always so smug, even in her imagination.

She wished Robin would come take her away from all of this.