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He'd finally returned home to his loving wife. His sweet vixen's lips were now buried deep into the fur of his crotch as his shaft twitched within the vice tight grip of her throat.

At his first arrival he struggled to keep his hands off of Marian, but now that they were locked away for the evening in the privacy of their bed chamber, he'd been free to roam her body from head to toe. He marveled at every succulent inch of the vixen whom he had missed so dearly.

The vixen had then in turn showed him how desperate she, too, been for a husband's touch. Never before had she swallowed his shaft to its base. Robin was shocked by the ferocious, ravenous appetite she displayed as she bobbed upon his sword. Even now he could feel his swollen orbs draw tight to his body as she drew his climax from him with an eagerness, he hadn't seen in her since their wedding night.

She choked on his length, and he took her by an ear to guide her head back, but she pushed his hand away and drove herself back down. Gagging, choking, she made herself hilt his length deep within her gullet. Each heavy drop of her head surprised Robin with how intense his wife had become with her love making.

He couldn't stop his back from arch as his orgasm drew so quick and near. He took her again by an ear in an effort to slow her pace, but she was adamant! With both hands he grabbed her ears, and in that moment, he had thought to push her back so he might relax and stave off his climax for but a moment longer...

But then his twin orbs yanked tight to his body in a swift motion spurred on by the hungrily slurping and gagging of his lover. Her slithering tongue and gulping muzzle violently yanked his seed from its furred prison and then his hands could obey the most primitive of instincts.

His hands clamped tight to her ears and he forced her head against his crotch as his shaft fired its first thick rope. The bridge of her muzzle wrinkled with strain as he bucked his hips against her face in time with every hot rope of seed he fired down into her stomach. Quickly, his moans overtook the noise of her choking on his throbbing length until that's all their lovemaking was to anyone daring to eavesdrop. A husband growling out a powerful climax!

Several long laborious moments passed as he finished himself with her mouth, and finally he began to sag as she drew her head slowly back. Those heavenly lips of hers were kept tightly wrapped about his member as she drew them back to catch every stray bit of vulpine seed. When he looked down at her he could see the tears that now stained her cheeks. The strain and ferocity of both their efforts had left their mark on her beautiful russet face.

"Marian..." he panted, and finally she pulled herself free of him with a pop. Her lips were pursed together, and she smiled at him beneath heavy lidded, but adoring, eyes. Her chin lifted, and her eyes shut. He heard her swallow. First once, then twice. He'd been away from her for so long and had not touched himself even once. His balls had been heavily laden with so much precious seed, and now much of it was resting hotly in his wife's belly.

She opened her mouth with a smack, and then finished with a sigh.

"I love you, my darling husband." She told him with a flutter of her eyes just before she rose. In all their hurry she'd not even disrobed. Only Robin was the presently exposed to the cool night's breeze as it snuck in across the windowsill. His beautiful vixen began to undo her dress and he drank in the sight of her as his cock slowly softened with rest.

That ample bust burst free and he felt his erection began to twitch again with blood. Such a fertile valley lay hidden behind her dress each day. He could still remember the shock he'd felt when he'd first set eyes upon the bounty of her ample bosom. Robin adored it. He had nursed at her like a babe, became mesmerized by their shake and sway as they made love throughout the night. Her body was a piece of perfection that was all for him, having fallen from heaven.

Her dress dropped to the floor and he immediately saw how damp her inner thighs were. From her slit to her knees she'd poured out her heart's lust. All of it for him!

"I'll never part from you again, Marian." He told her with a lover's awe. Again, and again she left him struck dumb with her beauty and manner. He was a devoted husband to become wrapped about a delicate maiden's finger. She approached him and spread her legs as the vixen straddled his lap and let her lips brush against his.

They joined in a kiss and he could taste himself on her tongue. Robin didn't hesitate in the slightest. The flavor of himself on her tongue was oddly intoxicating thrill. Just another sign that she belonged to him and him alone. His wife, his vixen, a future mother to many strong kits.

Her eagerness reignited as she lifted herself up and settle her folds down over his shaft. As the first inch sank deep his shaft had still been softening, and yet suddenly like a fire freshly lit he could feel himself pulse rigid with a renewed flow of blood that stoked his erection back to its fullest measure. Marian gasped for him as he felt like taut steel in her velvety folds. Her tunnel swallowed him so easily all the way to the base, and her hips began to roll against him.

Robin was quickly breathless as his wife started to roughly gyrate and bounce atop him with as much ravenous energy as she'd devoured his cock with her very throat.

"Marian..." He whispered and wrapped his arms behind her back to embrace her. She clutched at his arms and rode him harder until her hips were clapping against his thighs as she dropped herself hard upon all of his many thick inches. This was so out of character for her! His maiden, his lady, was an inferno unleashed after so many weeks of his absence from her side!

She'd once been so demure, so modest, but now it was like a flame had been lit within her, and it had no intention to abating until something came to quench it with a hiss! It was driving him mad with a husband's lust for her. He'd never thought he'd see her act this way, and his hands dropped to her rump and took two firm holds. Robin lifted her high until just the tip of his spear remained nestled within her, and then he slammed her down with a rough slap of wet fur on fur. She yelped and cried his name with such need that his heart throbbed hotter for her.

Fire, fire, his blood burned for her and hers for his! He could take no more and stood up from the bed and tossed her down to the bedding with her legs spreading wider than he'd ever seen her try. Spread eagle now on the bed his body ached to answer the wanton invitation she was giving him with her body so lewdly on display.

She cried out for him with open arms and he collapsed atop her. He ravaged her mouth with his as he hilted himself back within her. His balls were still painfully laden with unspent seed and he was burning up with the desire to fill her every sticky ounce! His thrusts were rough and unforgiving, but Marian took each one with a shout of his name and fingernails at his back.

They were not the quiet and homely couple from their wedding night, but rather they'd become insatiable devils of the night. His balls slapped loudly against the wet fur of her backside and Robin pulled back to watch with glee as he shook her bust with every powerful thrust.

Her mouth hung open and she howled for him in climax. He felt her folds clamped down around him as a flood of nectar spilled across his cock and down his thighs. Marian's juice slung from his balls as he drove harder and harder into her. A familiar sensation rose in his groin and he knew he was soon to burst. Robin, despite all his lust, retained enough of his wits to try to pull himself free so he could spare them both a premature kit.

It was their tradition for him to always coat her breasts thick with his seed, but to his shock Marian stopped him with a shout of "No!"

Her legs hooked behind him and squeezed tight to lock him against her. Her hands became like claws and dug into his fur to draw him closer and closer until her tits were heaving against his chest with her labored breathing on the cusp of exhaustion.

"No! You promised!" She wailed in a desperate ecstasy he'd never heard from her before!

"Promise, Marian?" Robin was confused but clung to the razor's edge of his release as he struggled to stop himself to drowning his wife's womb with the countless ropes of seed that were now battering at the gateway between them and Marian's untouched eggs.

"Six! You promised me six children!" She said the words, and his heart throbbed for her along with his cock. The dam was shattered in that instant with the flood now unleashed. The first rope sank deep into her womb and he gave up any pretense of pulling free of her clutches. He hunched over his wife and drilled her with every ouch of strength he had left to give. Each thrust came with one more rope of hot seed until her cunt was spitting and drooling his copious excess from her slickened lips.

There was a puddle forming under her rear as their chests heaved as one. She was kissing at his neck and hugging tightly to him, and in his weariness all he could muster back was a tightened embrace as he allowed his body to slowly sag atop hers with his strength now waning at last.

Happy and sated, they both rested in each other's arms until she once more rolled her hips against his. Marian could go for hours no matter how demure and pure she may have been. His absence from her side had done something in her, changed something, and now she was as desperate and wild in mind as she was in body.

As she rolled her hips gently under him Robin felt his cock being once again coaxed upright. His beautiful vixen was something of a changed woman tonight, and together they explored this new passion of hers to its fullest until his loins ached from being so thoroughly milked dry.

The next morning, having barely gotten a few hours of shut eye, Robin replenished himself with a hearty breakfast with Marian by his side. Little John had joined them while both men listened to his wife explain the details of everything ordinary that had happened while Robin had been away. The mundane affairs of daily life had clearly worn on her heart, and the previous night's passion was proof!

"Rob, aren't husbands supposed to be in charge of home and hearth and all that?" The bear had chided him a little afterwards as they walked the castle grounds. Marian had retreated to the bedroom to tidy up after last's nights romp and the two men discussed Robin's far away travels.

"Aw, come off it, Little John. I'm here now, and I say I'll not be leaving her side much ever again. You just don't know what it's like to see her face after being apart for so long. Eyes like sparkling water, John." Robin swooned and spun on his foot lightly in a gesture. The bear rolled his eyes and clapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Uh huh, big pool of the stuff, Rob. She was bored to bits and finding all sorts of crazy things to keep herself busy. Why, had you not come back any sooner she'd have found herself knitting a sweater for all of England." Little John exaggerated.

"Ah, but that's just all the more reason not to stray from her side." Robin stopped along the path and stretched his back with a pop. The big breakfast had refueled him, but the muscles in his back and legs still clung to the bit of ache that making love to Marian all night had given them.

"You know, Rob, you and her sure are a couple." The bear told him with a laugh. "And after last night I think all of England was spared a sweater and given an earful!"

Robin stopped as his face and ears went warm. The bear laughed and clapped him on the shoulder again and moseyed on past with some pep in his step. Poor Robin could only scratch his chin and wonder at why he'd not thought to close the window last night.

Hours past, and after a luncheon had, Robin found himself strolling through the cobblestone hall of the castle and wondered exactly what to do. With King Richard back from the crusades there was no longer a Prince John to plunder. Much of the hassle and trouble from those days was neatly settled behind a pair of iron bars.

A new sort of mundane life had replaced the more deadly and dangerous one that had come before it. Dodging a blade and plucking an arrow from his cap used to be his and Little John's pass time. That and doing the wash out at the stream with a stew bubbling in a pot over hot coals.

He could go off and practice the arrow, Robin thought.

Sitting in the bedroom would be his old bow, and he could fetch that and run off with a quiver. That would be dandy, and perhaps on his way to that he could string along Marian in his wake for a captive audience. His darling always enjoyed seeing him splitting an arrow.

Upon finding his bow in the bedroom he spotted the window and thought to check its latch. They'd left it open last night, but someone had thought to shut it. Probably Marian. He checked it, and saw the latch was not secure and slid it into place. Though dusty the windowpanes were he could still see out past the moat beyond the castle's walls.

Then, through the rustle and brush of the woods he saw the flash of a red feather. With a squint of his eyes he saw the hat to which it was attached and then the Little John's face emerged as he stepped through the bush and into view on the other side of the moat.

What's this all about? The big bear shook a limb off his foot and brushed off his tunic before turning to reach a hand back into the brush, and to Robin surprise he saw Marian being tugged out from the brush. Both were smiling as Robin watched from the window as Little John helped pluck a leaf from her dress and brush debris from her shoulders before the two of them disappeared again into the thick of the wood.

Confused, and curious, he wondered what the two of them were doing together. Robin and Little John knew the whole wood well and the fox could trace in his mind the many paths they'd take to prowl about under Prince John's nose. Why, headed the way the pair seemed to be going would take them to a clearing he'd used many a time. Not too far off from their old haunt, at that.

He left his bow in the bedroom and he now was down the halls and stairs to make his way the forest to play catch up with his wife and friend to see the curious thing they were up to.

Little John was hardly as nimble as Robin, but they did have a head start.

His intuition led him through the brush and bows of the forest and he knew he'd be coming along to the clearing soon. In the distance he could hear nature's voice in the form of tweets and wind through the trees. There was nothing amiss on a fine day like today. As he moved closer to the clearing the voice of nature didn't so much as fade but was rather supplanted by another vocal tune.

The depth of Little John's voice was a solo note somewhere forward, and occasionally Robin would catch the tune of Marian's cadence.

"John!" Her voice suddenly rang loud and clear, and with such a sound to it that both of Robin's ears shot upright. It was not a cry of pain or fear, but of surprise. What was all this? He rushed a bit faster until all that stood between him and the clearing ahead was a line of bush thicker than pudding.

Little John could be heard moaning then. Robin's ears folded back with confusion and he knelt low to find his way through the thick brush until he found himself a bit trapped. He could not go any further without a blade to hack his way through, but with a deft hand he might at least take a peek through the leaves.

What he saw through the small gap his hand had made left his fur draining pale as his knee dug into the soil of the forest floor below him.

The bear, his friend, had a handful of his own tunic gripped tight in one hand while his darling wife knelt in front of him... and she was...

Robin's mouth fell open with despair as her hand reached up to caress the bears enormous balls. The fat orbs looked heavy in her palm as she cradled them with her lips curling around the broad crown of his cock.

Distraught, shocked, he was frozen as if caught at night with the point of a blade at his back. Marian pushed her head forward and Little John's girthy length began to slip deeper into her mouth with a practiced care. He noted the gulping of her throat as she swallowed rhythmically around the bear's shaft to coax and tease him.

He dropped to his rear and stared through the hole as Little John grabbed her by an ear, right through her veil, and yanked her head to his stomach. With a gulp, and a rough gag, she took him to the hilt until the choker about her neck visibly strained around her neck from his cock's enormous bulk. Her free hand reached up and undid the clasp and the choker popped free to land in her lap.

Little John began to rock her head back and forth over his shaft while Marian undid her dress to expose the forest to the ample valley of her bust.

She pulled herself off his cock slowly until all that connected her to him was a long trail of spit drooling free from her lips. The sticky thread snapped and spilled over her tits and quickly soaked into her russet fur.

Both delicate hands rose and gripped his shaft and began to stroke him faster and faster while she returned her lips to his crown, nursing upon his cock with her cheeks hollowing from the suction. The bear grunted and tightened his grip on her ear, then reached out to take hold of the other one. With two strong hands on her head he let out a ragged breath, almost sounding like a sigh of relief, as both his fat orbs drew tighter against his crotch.

They each throbbed hard as she nursed at his now swollen crown, then suddenly, violently, his balls yanked tight like steel and he pulled her head down until her nose was flush with his soft stomach. The steel spheres that carried his potent seed vibrated with his climax as her throat expanded with each rope she was fed. A heavy warmth filled her belly as she consumed everything she was given without a single drop spilled until at last the bear freed her with a push of his hands.

He'd not even softened a bit as his mighty cock jutted out from his lap to twitch and spit gooey globs of cum over her breast and the bunched up folds of her dress.

"Oh, John..." She sighed up at him with a longing in her eyes. "We shouldn't anymore, but..."

"Aw, come on, girl. You can make it up to him tonight." He soothed her with a stroke of her ear. Little John pulled her up to her feet and pressed his lips to hers. Their kiss was sloppy and passionate as his hands groped at her tits before finally tugging her dress down so low it fell freely down her legs to puddle around her feet.

She stepped free of the dress with only her veil to keep her modest. Her luscious body was heavenly under the broken sunlight cast down through the breaks in the leafy canopy of them.

There was a lone tree in the clearing with a clean straight trunk. The bear took her by the hand and led them both to the tree. His strength was clear as he manhandled her to his body with a hug before lifting her. Marian's tits mashed tight to his chest with his back coming to a rest against the tree.

That fat pillar of his stroked between her thighs and tickled her nether lips as he rocked his hips to line up his shot. The bear wasn't as good with a bow as Robin, but the sword of his loins could hit its mark no better than an arrow. His crown pried apart her petals and inch after inch sank wetly into her sodden tunnel until only his eager nuts were left visible. There was only a thinly stretched line of flesh left to be seen as she strained to consume his cock from tip to base.

Cum and spit drooled down over his balls as John lifted her high before letting her drop. She shouted his name and clutched at his neck until she was clutched to him desperately. He used her body no differently than if she was just another bar wench eager to earn her coin.

The noise of her cunt gobbling him down was loud and clear and soon mother nature's voice was gone and replaced with the erratic cries of a vixen shouting out her pleasure as her cunt was robbed of whatever remained of its purity.

His balls slung spit and precum to the forest floor as his hips worked her hole nice and loose. Big strong hands groped her at her ass until one slipped its fingers between her cheeks to tickle at the tight star nestled there. She yipped loudly when the bear shoved in the finger of his thick digits. Her hands trembled against him as Marian felt her asshole being stretched open with one, and suddenly two, fingers.

He'd already turned her rump inside out before. The bear had done such a thorough job of reaming her backside hollow that it didn't take much for her to loosen her backside's grip for a deep and eager fingering. He tugged at her opening until it was gaping freely. Exposed to the world her asshole tried to wink around Little John's fingers as her cunt continued to drool its sloppy mess down over the bear's nuts and to the ground below.

"John!" She shouted his name and clawed tighter to his neck as her climax took her. Her back arched and she mashed her tits harder against the barrel of his chest while her howl sang in the forest. Birds flitted from their tree branch perches as her orgasm spooked them from their hiding places.

"Take me!" She begged him, and he grunted and chuckled as his fingers slipped free of her asshole to take a grip of her tail. He hoisted her high by the tail until his cock popped free of her. A long rope of clear pre spat from his tip and drooled right from her cunt as he lowered her feet to the ground.

The two kissed and groped at each other's bodies as they shuffled themselves to the grass. Marian charged him and with a push of her hands he rolled to his back and she clambered atop him and without hesitation she sheathed his cock in herself with a single wet stroke. The cheeks of her ass settled over his balls and her feet planted themselves to his either side with her hands pressed to his chest.

With surprising vigor, she rode his cock with a fast paced squat that could have impressed even the Olympians of ancient Greece. Her lust fueled fervor demanded that she milk the chubby bear of everything his balls had, and her claims to modesty were left far behind in the sanctity of her marriage bed, now forgotten.

Marian slapped her hips down over the bear's cock like a wanton whore, and he answered her with a hand at each of her ankles. With her feet anchored down to the grass and her hands planted firmly in place upon his heaving chest she fucked herself on his shaft until her fur was matted with the sweat of a wench's hard labor.

Little John didn't waste his time with endurance. He'd already tasted her cunt a plenty and his nuts ached for another release. Without any care for the consequences of seeding her tunnel he bucked his hips into her until she was riding him like a galloping horse, nay, a bull that was brutishly laying claim to a field that belonged to another farmer.

When he came he roared it loud and Marian answered him by slamming herself down into his lap. The vixen held herself firmly to him and rocked and gyrated her hips. With every hard splurt of cum she felt splashing inside her Marian clenched her pussy until every nook and cranny of her womb was filled with the bear's sticky thick seed. The excess squirted out and pooled in his lap and drooled over his heaving balls until there was but a pool of the stuff under him.

The forest clearing sounded more like a whore house than a tranquil wood as the pair rode out the last of his climax.

Robin was pale beneath his fur as a furious mix of emotion swarmed and swelled within his spirit. With legs shaking he lifted himself to his feet. The pair ahead of him in the clearing were still kissing and rocking their bodies against the other, but Robin had reached his sanity's limit. With ears folded back to his head he felt both cowed and incensed.

His mind was flashing between blankness and bright flashes of color. Wordless emotions as he staggered away with the adulterous pair unaware that they'd been spied. As Robin turned to vanish into the forest his shoulder bumped a tree and he stopped. Leaned against the tree he took a moment to look back.

Through the narrow opening in the brush he saw his 'friend' roll his wife to her back. Fate was cruel and gave him a crystal-clear view of his cock pressing against her backside only to slip effortlessly within. He turned back and fled to the castle using routes that would give him the greatest privacy in his moment of defeat...