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• So Jeeves was kind enough to open up his Three Word Prompts again, and I managed to snatch a spot before they closed, and so, in celebration, let's have some Robin Hood and Marian loving femdom, with Marian packing, well, a little extra. As always, this was written by Jeeves, so please, be sure to follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and donate to his Patreon. Let's go, folks.

Driving Him Oo-de-Lally!

As their carriage rolled away down the track, Robin and Marian waved to their friends one last time before their heads vanished from view, and they were alone together in the lush interior of the royal coach once more.

Robin smiled warmly to the woman he loved. To the woman for whom he would have fought entire armies, and indeed, had fought entire armies to be with. She smiled back. Her hands rose to gently cup his face, and the love of his life, the fairest maiden in all of Sherwood Forest whispered to the handsome fox.

"I'm so... so fucking horny."

The male fox's cheeks flushed, and he whined bashfully as Marian kept a hold of his head while gently moving her hands, guiding him off his seat beside her and onto the floor of the carriage. She spread her legs wide, leaned back, and only then released her lover's face so she could begin to pull up the lush material of her white wedding dress. Robin looked back over his shoulder, knowing full well the carriage driver was just a thin wall of painted wood and ornate metal away. Before he could do more than glance in that direction though he yelped as a hand returned sharply to his face, and pulled his attention back to Marian's now exposed and obscenely tented bloomers.

"Don't think about him. Don't think about anything else, Robin. We've waited too long for this. Way, way too long. Fuck royal protocol. Fuck our grand honeymoon in the Dales. I don't want to be a Princess or a Lady or fucking anything that means I have to be stared at and fawned over by ladies in waiting any longer. We're married now. I'm your wife. You're my husband. And now that we're together, I don't want or need anything else but your heart, and your body."

With that said, the vixen released her husband's head and lifted her rump off the carriage seat. She pulled her bloomers down around her knees then kicked and wiggled them further until they fell around her ankles, kicking her shoes aside along with her underwear. Marian lifted her legs up and over her husband's shoulders, and used the backs of her feet against the small of the fox's back to pull him in closer to her.

"I didn't marry you for your title, Lord Loxley. I didn't marry you for your wealth or your keen eyed skill with a bow or even for the chivalrous loyalty you showed to both me and my uncle, the true King of England. Do you know why I married you, Robin?"

Marian growled, her voice getting thicker and more husky with lust as she watched Robin's flushed but hungrily panting face get closer and closer to her thick, throbbing cock.

"B-because... you know I can never say no to your cock?"

Robin whined bashfully, but with desperate excitement and reverence as he stared at the throbbing, dribbling tip of his wife's erection. Marian giggled, and reached out to place a hand on the back of her husband's head once more before pushing him forward and bringing his lips into contact with her achingly sensitive shaft.

"That, and because my cock can never say no to you."

*******

A short while later, Marian and Robin raced hand in hand, stark naked through the depths of the forest. Their cocks bounced and jiggled as they ran, and Marian squealed with laughter.

"How far do you think the carriage will get before they realise we're not in it? Oh, Robin... the whole country will be looking for us, but they won't know where to start. Were we kidnapped by foreign agents? Assassinated by loyalists to John?"

They raced into a clearing, within which lay a crystal clear pool. The vixen squealed with laughter and dragged Robin forward, and moments later they were splashing into the water, tumbling in one another's arms into the crystal clear, sunlit spring.

"You can hunt for us, right, Robin? Find us food and shelter? We never need to go back to civilization. Never need to put on a stitch of clothes, nor worry about a single judgemental eye?"

As she addressed her husband, Marian wrapped her legs around Robin's waist. She bit down on her bottom lip as she felt him flailing in the water, trying to right himself and stand upon the base of the spring, the water up to his shoulders as he did so. She reached down and found his swollen cock, guided it to her pussy, and gurgled as she sank into the water up to her chin, tilting her head back as she felt the fox's erection sink into her already hot, vice-like depths.

"Ah. A-aahh, Robin. I need this. I need you, m-me, us, forever. With the trees above us, grass and leaves beneath us, always touching, always naked, always fucking, always... o-oh! Oh! Right there!"

She began to bounce upon her husband's lap in the water, giggling, moaning loudly as he struggled to the bank and fell onto his back, sodden against the lush grass. Marian didn't relent for even a moment as he did so though, only bouncing harder, faster astride the fox's erection while her own cock spasmed and twitched and streaked Robin's belly and chest with ribbons of pre-cum.

"Yes!"

Marian shrieked as despite his dazed and breathless expression, one of Robin's hands reached down and wrapped itself around her shaft while the fox's other paw settled around her swelling knot. He jerked her off two handed, staring down at her cock and up at her bouncing, shrieking face with equal awe. He shuddered and groaned as she milked him for her pleasure, and the male fox willingly gave his wife absolutely everything that he had to offer, waiting, hoping, praying to the heavens for the moment when he would hear that sound which had kept him going throughout his rebellion by its memory alone.

The sound of her ear-splitting, caterwauling orgasmic screams.

"Robin! Oh, Robin! I... c-cumming! I'm... fuck! Fuck!! O-ohhhmygod, Robin! _Yes! Yes! I'm cumming! _"

*******

As night fell over the forest, two bodies streaked with dirt and with twigs and leaves stuck in their once luxuriously well kept fur wrestled in the shafts of gleaming silvery moonlight. They grunted and snarled as they rolled over and over one another to try and gain control, and their straining cocks rubbed together hungrily, purposefully as they writhed and bucked and fought playfully. Lips met hungrily time and time again, only to break once more with snarls and grunts of continued longing. Eyes bulged as Robin yelped, and Marian howled alongside him as she felt her husband's cock begin to throb and twitch yet again, only the merest dribble of cum escaping his well drained balls. When her orgasm struck just seconds later as she continued to frot against him, there were no such signs of fatigue in any part of her reaction. She bucked and ground down against the other fox with the same ferocity as her very first desperate orgasm of the day, and she giggled and moaned as she felt abundant strings of cum painting Robin's already cum-matted fur over and over and over again, her husband whining and grunting as his tongue slipped out to greedily lap up the portion of her load that inevitably painted his face.

Even when Marian's cock ceased twitching and throbbing against her husband though, she wasn't spent. She wasn't even willing to wait for a single moment to let him recover, not that Robin would ever have asked her to delay her passions just because his body couldn't keep up. With an almost feral snarl, her needs only having ramped up in the wake of that most recent orgasm, Marian rolled Robin over onto his back, and pulled his tail up with one hand as she crawled into place over him. She saw his hands clutching at the leaf-litter and heard his whining, high pitched plea; not a cry for mercy but begging her to grant herself what it was that she craved. The vixen licked her lips, growled in indulgent decadence, and began to sink her glistening, cum-lubricated cock into Robin's waiting, willing and oh so experienced ass.

" Yes!"

He might have only just cum, but Robin didn't care as Marian struck his prostate for the first time. No-one fucked like her. Not Little John. Not Friar Tuck. Not each and every one of his Merry Men one after the other could live up to the sensation of Marian's cock ploughing his backside. He howled to the heavens as she began to fuck him without hesitation, not giving him the slightest time to grow accustomed to her size or girth, just the way he loved it. His cock twitched and though he was all but drained dry he felt pre-cum beginning to ooze immediately and liberally out of his tip as stroke after stroke without fail Marian hit his sweet spot and drove him absolutely wild.

This was what Robin had fought for. Sure, he wanted to help the people of Sherwood Forest and to bring down the regime of the Sheriff and the tyrannical former King John himself. He wanted people to feel safe in their homes, and to know that they were protected by the crown rather than exploited by it. But above all else, the fox had wanted this.

Not to be a hero.

Not to be a legend.

Not even to have his own name's honour restored after being stripped of his titles by John.

But to be face down in the dirt of Sherwood forest, grunting like a wild beast and every bit as horny as one too. To have his ass stuffed full of Marian's cock, and his entire body sprawled out naked, vulnerable, and free for the vixen to do with precisely as she wished.

He had wanted to be Marian's husband.

Her slut.

Her willing, eager cock-sleeve for the rest of his life.

And now that he had that, now that all his dreams had finally come true, all Robin wanted was to be permitted to collapse into exhausted unconsciousness in his wife's arms every night for the rest of his life, with one thought alone floating pleasantly through his bliss-stricken mind.

'Oo-de-lally... golly, what a day...'

By Jeeves