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BANG!!
The sound of a gun echoed across the forest, sending a flock of bluebirds scattering into the sky.
Amos Slade rushed cross the brushes and branches towards where he hoped he had hit mark; the old hunter had decided to take a time for himself and try to enjoy some small hunts, with some luck without any of those pesky princesses showing up....again (dont take him wrong he didnt had anything personal against them but sometimes they tended to just pop up at his hunts and well...that was annoying).
Still he believed he was deep enough into the forest to avoid any princess or their familiars....but he was wrong, oh so wrong.
As he moved another branch and saw a foxtail he thought all was fine...only to see the tail was bigger of what a normal fox should be...and then was the lavender dress it was wearing that made his heart sink.
There laying on the ground, was a beautiful, tall, slender, anthropomorphic vixen roughly the same height as a normal human.
She had scarlet fur, a cream muzzle and underbelly, pale orange eye patches and was dressed in a pale-lavender floor-length dress with a matching-colored sash holding it in place around her waist and a wide V-shaped collar. A deep pink blouse with large, puffy sleeves that reached halfway down her forearms with matching cuffs. On her high collar was a gold brooch with a blue gem held in place with a purple ribbon around her neck. She also was wearing simple lavender flats and on her head, a simple, lavender-colored, present-shaped headdress that covered her ears and a light pink veil just on top of that.
One side was dripping red by a bullet wound.
"Oh...oh fuck!" Cursed out the form of Amos Slade as he recognized the figure and realized that if he didn't do something he'd be getting in trouble big time with quite a number of authority figures in the Kingdom.
And while others of more unsavory nature would try to hide what they did or finish the job...Amos was a gentleman and had no grudge against this particular fox..
"Oi!" He barked out before approaching and kneeling down to check on her, "Your Highness!" He added as he took his hat and coat off and moved to check the wound.
Ok didnt look too deep...was bleeding but Amos had seen worse, far worse; He looked around seeing a close-by tree also marked...the shot must have graced her and she must have had hit her head on the way down, the old hunter was no doctor but he was sure she would be fine....eventually.
For now she seemed unconscious probably for the best as he didn't need the woman in a panic making it harder to help her, "What in god blazes are you even doing this deep in the woods?" He murmur softly to himself as he recognized the figure Maid Marian...he'd even competed against her husband Robin Hood in a few of the hunting contests.
He didn't like the fox smug attitude but he had to respect him for his shot...though the boy would be better off upgrading to a real weapon not sticks.
No wait! focus...make sure the vixen is fine before worrying about anything else...like what her husband would do if he found out.
Amos's hands worked quickly, pressing a folded handkerchief against the wound—thank god for small mercies, the bullet had only grazed her side.
Still she do had bleed a lot...he should check it but the material of her dress already had turned red around the wound, add her fur was also of that color and was hard to see how bad it was.
"you at least look stable enough to move...best to tend to you else where.." Amos muttered eyes roaming around worried at what would be the assumption if certain people found him like this.
With as much care as he could manage he took the vixen in arms and picked her up bridal style, the fox was heavier than he expected, not that she was fat, but her muscles were toned, likely from years of dancing and swordplay alongside her husband. The scent of lavender and something metallic—blood—filled his nostrils as he adjusted his grip, his boots crunching over fallen leaves as he moved toward his camp.
Though as he did so he couldn't help but note how nice her form felt against him as he carried her..
A nice slender form, curved in the right places, soft fur that smelled like lavender—no. Amos shook his head sharply. He wasn't some lovesick fool to get distracted by a wounded noblewoman's unconscious allure...although as a hunter he do could notice she was quite the prize to hunt.
For now just tend to the would than figure out a plan..
(later)
The sun was setting and the camp fire was going while the form of Maid Marian rested as Amos Slade paced trying to think on what his next move should be..
She was still out and if anything seems fine but Amos couldnt help but feel restless about this situation.
Whatever was worry about she being more wounded that what she looks or..because other things happening in his head...now that was the question.
He knew that he needed to check the would better but involved...stripping her.."urg she's a fox..a married woman...so why?"
He rubbed his face because at the realization at the fact he had to strip her he couldn't help but get images in his head, "pull yourself together Slade...your whole villain status is a unfair technicality.."
He murmur to himself with a scowl, "you're not like that creep Frollo...you're better than that."
Still, the fox's breath hitched slightly—was she waking up?—and Amos froze mid-step, heart hammering. Her ears twitched beneath that ridiculous headdress, but she remained still. The wound needed cleaning, and the damn dress was in the way. Gritting his teeth, he knelt beside her, fingers hesitating at the sash. "This is just to heal," he muttered, as if the trees might judge him.
The ribbon gave way surprisingly easy, silk slithering loose like a river unfrozen. Amos exhaled sharply through his nose. He'd field-dressed deer with less hesitation, he groaned in hsi head as he move to the straps of the upper dress.
Trying to ignore the strange thrill he was feeling at the moment...and how the low moan from the woman stirred something.
The fabric parted, revealing more of her furred torso, showing her blouse ended just before her waist and over her light pink pantalettes—Amos swallowed hard. This was *not* the time to notice how the silk hugged her hips. Blood had seeped through the blouse's side, darkening the pale fabric. He reached for his flask of whiskey, poor man's antiseptic, and hiked up the blouse enough to find the wound.
Focus on the injury...not the woman...the injury not the woman...was the repeated mutter in his head..
The wound was shallow, a lucky graze—had his aim been even slightly truer, he'd be dealing with a corpse and the swift justice of Nottingham's best archers. Amos dabbed whiskey onto a clean cloth, pressing it against the furred flesh. Marian's body tensed, a sharp inhale through her nose—still unconscious, but pain registered deep. Her fingers twitched, claws scraping faintly against the bedroll
'Easy darling...i'm here to help.." Amos muttered more to himself while putting as much comfort as he could into his voice despite Marian being unconscious.
His hands worked swiftly, wrapping linen bandages around her torso—tight enough to staunch the bleeding, but not so tight it'd bruise. The scent of whiskey mixed oddly with her lavender perfume, an intoxicating blend that made his head spin more than the alcohol ever could. He tucked the ends of the bandage neatly, fingers brushing the soft fur of her stomach.
Soft yet toned muscles twitched beneath Amos's fingers as he secured the bandage—proof that Marian was no delicate noblewoman who'd spent her days lounging in castle halls. A hunter could recognize the lean strength of someone who'd swung swords and danced through forests.
Sweat appeared on his forehead...he should move his hand..yet...he didnt...not yet. The warmth of her fur was unexpectedly pleasant—not just the heat of a living creature, but something richer, like sunlight trapped in velvet. His fingertips lingered near the dip of her waist, where the bandage ended and untouched fur began. A ridiculous thought slithered into his mind—how much further did that softness extend?
And...how much did her husband get to enjoy it? A jealous whisper sounded out...after all it had been years since he laid with a woman...and fact of a matter is while he adored his loyal hounds...a man got lonely..but..
He grimaced trying to shake these thoughts away he was not animal, he was better than this!
Yet as his fingers brushed against her furred belly, the fox let out a soft moan—whether from pain or something else, Amos couldn't tell..but by the way her tail began flicking idly against the bedroll, twitching with unconscious reflexes...he could tell..she was..liking it.
And despite he felt a small smirk cross his face...and rather than pull away he kept rubbing gently against her furred stomach.
The fox's breath quickened, her claws flexing against the bedroll—no longer scraping, but curling into the fabric. Amos watched, fascinated, as her tail arched slightly, the tip twitching in erratic little flicks. His fingers traced lower, just beneath the bandage, where her fur grew softer, warmer. A shudder ran through her—not pain this time, but something far more intriguing.
A part of him...the decent part of him was telling him to pull back and stop this before it went too far...another part whisper people already thought him a villain...why not live up to the title?
Plus princesses and foxes both have made his life difficult..and here it was a mix of both...why not take some..payment for his troubles?
"So what are you waiting for..." Amos gave a blink before looking to the right and saw, "Kronk?" He whispered out with a stunned blink at one of the so called reformed villain...but a rather friendly fella he could call if not a friend than at least a friendly acquaintance...or at least saw what look like a miniature of him in a devil costume standing on his shoulder, "She's right there, no ones around, go ahead and take your shot.."
The devil Kronk said leaning on a pitch fork, "No!" And as if to make the situation weirder another Kronk this one dressed up as angel showed up on his other shoulder, "He mustn't! It's bad enough he shot the poor thing, if he did what you're suggesting he'd violate and traumatize her, he'd never be able to go back.."
"Oh come on he's already got a bad rep why not enjoy being bad.." Devil Kronk said with a eye roll, "he's made mistakes and many people have put his past behind him." Angel Kronk countered, "And he despite his hunting practices isn't a bad man.."
"What in the sam hell is going on?" Amos muttered to himself with a perplex expression wondering if something had tainted something he ate or drank recently, "Outreach program.." The two Kronks said as if they was suppose to explain everything..
Before Amos could process that or ask anything else his eyes snapped back to Marian as the fox let out another moan, louder this time, and her tail arched higher—almost invitingly. The scent of lavender had deepened, mingling with something muskier, more primal. His fingers twitched against her fur, caught between decency and the undeniable pull of her warmth.
Devil Kronk grinned, nudging him with the pitchfork.
"See? She's practically begging for it."
"She's unconscious.." The Angel Kronk said in dead pan, "Doesn't mean she isn't begging for it...you seen her husband you honestly think that he can satisfy a woman like this~" Devil Kronk countered back
Amos shook his head, fingers hesitating just above Marian's bandages—her breathing had deepened, her lips parting slightly as if in silent invitation. The firelight flickered across her fur, casting shadows that danced along the curve of her waist, and for a wild moment, Amos wondered what she'd taste like.
"Do it, do it, do it.." The Devil on his shoulder chanted in his ear, "Don't do it! Think of your morals, your honor, her marriage.." The Angel plead out...but hallucination or not...Amos was leaning to he devil.
He'd been called a villain for so long painted with the same brush as men who were mad tyrants and the like...when all he really was just a simple man who had simple desires to live in peace and enjoy his hobby of hunting while looking after his dogs.
And at one point he had the desire to find the girl to share his life with...a desire he'd plum given up on..
Now though...with her lying there practically begging for it (if her unconscious responses were anything to go by), her scent enveloping him, her fur soft and warm beneath his fingers...his old desires reignited with a vengeance.
Slwoly he began moving his hand up over her fluffy belly, under her blouse and pushing it up slowly as he watched her chest heave with each breath she took, his fingers brushing against the soft fur of her ribs. Marian whimpered softly, her claws digging into the bedroll—not in pain, but in something far more telling. The headdress slipped slightly, revealing one fox ear twitching erratically.
"Come on...who's going to know...she might even like it~" The devil whispered and despite himself Amos could picture Marian moaning and wreathing beneath him with a expression of euphoria..
The thought alone made him swallow thickly as he slowly moved his hands further upwards, fingertips grazing the underside of her chest, feeling the rapid flutter of her heartbeat beneath her fur. The fox's breath hitched, a shudder running through her—whether from pain or anticipation, even she probably didn't know in her unconscious state.
The blouse moved with his hand as it was pushed until he reached her chest where a last push gather it over her breasts.
Amos's breath caught—Marian wasn't wearing anything beneath. Her furred chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, pink-tipped nipples pebbling in the cool night air. The scent of lavender intensified, mixed now with something muskier, something unmistakably feminine. His fingers hovered, trembling slightly, over the soft swell of her right breast. The fur there was finer, silkier than the rest of her body, and warm—so warm—against his calloused fingertips.
Hers looked so full and plump like they could fit in the palm of his hand...and they did as he raised his hand towards them...rubbing and squeezing the furred mounds while listening to the fox's light moans..
Amos watched, fascinated, as Marian arched slightly into his touch—her breath hitching, lips parting further as if silently begging for more. The fur beneath his fingers was impossibly soft, warmer than he'd imagined, and her heartbeat thrummed against his palm like a trapped bird.
"Amos it's not too late just.." The angel Kronk was cut off, "give her a taste! Heck drop your pants and wake her up to a good time~" The devil called out
Amos's fingers curled instinctively, kneading the plush furred breast—testing the weight, the give—and Marian responded with a breathy whimper, her hips shifting subtly against the bedroll.
The heat radiating from her core was impossible to ignore, and Amos found himself leaning closer, drawn in by the scent of arousal mingling with lavender. His thumb brushed across a stiffened nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from the unconscious fox—proof that even in oblivion, her body remembered pleasure.
"One small taste...wouldn't hurt.." He murmur causing the devil to shoot the angel a smug smirk as Amos Slade leaned into softly latch his lips on the tit.
She moaned softly as Amos suckled gently, teasingly lapping at her nipple—her fur tasted faintly of honey and something wild, like crushed berries and woodsmoke. Her claws flexed against the bedroll, her tail curling tight against his thigh as if anchoring herself. The scent of her arousal thickened, drowning out even the whiskey and campfire smoke—Amos groaned against her fur, the vibration drawing another whimper from Marian's slack lips.
"Think we know where this is heading so this chalks up another win for me~" Devil Kronk said summoning up a score board and adding a point to his side, "urg first Phoebus with that blonde now this.." Angel Kronk grumbled under his breath
Soon both disappeared in poof of smoke leaving Amos alone with the fox...but he barely noticed as he continued to suckle on her furred teat, his tongue tracing circles around the stiffened peak. Marian's breath came in shallow hitches now, her hips rolling in slow, unconscious undulations against the bedroll. A rhythm Amos matched with the teasing flick of his tongue.
The taste of her skin lingered, salt and something sweet, like blackberries left to ferment in the sun, and he found himself pressing closer, one hand sliding down to the hem of her pantalettes.
He knew that once he did this there was no going back but after getting a taste...he wanted to feast..
His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her pantalettes—already damp with heat—and Marian's body tensed, a silent gasp escaping her as his fingertips brushed the softer fur between her thighs.
Amos's breath hitched as his fingers explored further, finding her folds slick with arousal despite her unconscious state.
The aroma of her arousal was intoxicating and her taste..he leaned in giving a lick...delicious~
Marian's back arched sharply, a choked moan escaping her slack jaws as Amos's fingers traced the slick contours of her folds—her body responding instinctively even in unconsciousness. The fur between her thighs was soaked, clinging to his fingers in silken strands, and when he pressed two digits inside, her inner muscles fluttered around him like a heartbeat.
Amos groaned, his own arousal straining against his trousers, as Marian's claws shredded the bedroll beneath her—her hips rolling in slow, desperate circles against his palm. The scent of her—musky and ripe like crushed juniper berries—filled his nostrils, drowning out all reason.
And as he sampled a taste Marian let out another soft moan, "Robin ah umm that's dirty~"
Amos paused briefly at the mention of her husband's name before continuing his ministrations, pulling back the silk pantalettes fully now—no point in half-measures anymore. Her fur glistened in the firelight, damp with arousal, and he exhaled sharply through his nose at the sight. His thumb circled her clit lazily, drawing another breathy gasp from her lips.
It seemed that she was having a rather arousing dream...which was both amusing but also a good sign of her health.
Amos watched as Marian's claws clenched and unclenched rhythmically, her thighs trembling around his wrist as he worked her with slow, deliberate strokes—each drag of his fingers drawing out another muffled whimper. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps now, her chest heaving beneath the remnants of her blouse.
Her obvious pleasure unconscious or not sent a surge of thrill and pride...and he wondered how would she feel if she knew it was him not her husband making her feel like this?
"Umm ahhh R-Robin ahhhh" Marian gasped out softly, her tail thrashing wildly as Amos buried his face between her thighs—the taste of her flooding his senses like spiced wine. Her claws tore through the bedroll completely now, her hips jerking in erratic, unconscious thrusts against his tongue.
Marian moaned and groan in pleasure lost in the feeling...and lost in her dreams
(Marian Dream)
"Umm Robin ahhh oooh you're so ah bold today~" Giggled out the naked form of Marian laying upon a beautiful field of flowers as her husband licked at her pussy, "How could I not be bold when my heart is taken by you~"
Robin Hood replied smoothly between licks causing Marian's tail to waggle happily while her legs twitched slightly with each lap of her husbands tongue.
"Umm ah ah i'm so glad you ah changed your mind about this umm you used to say you didn't like ahh doing this!" Marian gasped out with a moan
Robin chuckled darkly, licking a slow stripe up her slit—something about his tongue felt rougher than usual, his grip on her thighs firmer. "I've learned to...appreciate the hunt," he murmured, voice deeper than she remembered, almost gravelly. Marian shuddered, toes curling as his tongue swirled around her clit—had Robin always been this relentless?
"umm than consider me your prey~" she gasped out with a groan bucking her hips up..
Her dream continued as she felt Robin's fingers slide inside her tight folds, teasingly rubbing at her inner walls with slow deliberate motions.
"Ahhh" She gasped softly as she arched her back slightly, her paws clutching at the soft grass beneath her as she trembled under her husband's skilled ministrations, "Ohhh Robin" She moaned as she felt his tongue flick against her sensitive clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.
"It's ahhh umm so good ah ah i'm so hot.." she said with a moan of desire while squeezing her C Cup bosom
The sensation of fingers inside her tight folds and tongue on her clit was driving her wild, her furred thighs trembling with each flick of his tongue. The scent of crushed flowers and her own arousal filled her nose, mingling with the earthy musk of the dream-forest around them—though something smelled different today, sharper, like gunpowder and aged leather beneath the lavender.
It was a strangely appealing smell despite the oddness...it felt masculine for lack of a better word.
Marian's dream-self arched further into the phantom touch, her fingers tangling in grass that suddenly felt coarser—like roughspun wool. The tongue between her thighs moved with an unfamiliar rhythm, more deliberate than Robin's usual playful teasing, and when teeth grazed her inner thigh, she gasped. That wasn't her husband's trick.
"you like that don't you girl...bet it's been a while since you felt a real man pleasure you~"
The words slithered through Marian's dream-fog—low, rough, and utterly wrong—yet her body arched into the phantom touch regardless. The teeth grazing her thigh now were blunt where Robin's were sharp, the hands pinning her hips broad where her husband's were lean. Something primal in her recognized the difference even as her dream twisted to accommodate it, the field of flowers darkening into a hunter's cabin, the scent of lavender choked by woodsmoke and wet fur.
"Ah ah...Robin?" she murmured with confusion, "not Robin...Slade...Amos Slade~" Came the growl as the form of husband shifted and altered into that of a human she recognize and knew if only by reputation.
Marian's dream twisted sharply—the warm sunlight vanished, replaced by flickering firelight casting long shadows across the hunter's rough-hewn face above her. His calloused fingers curled deeper inside her, stretching her in ways her husband never could, and when his thumb pressed against her clit—rougher, demanding—she whimpered.
"You like that..." Amos spoke with a smirk, "you gave me a good chase...but I always get my fox.." He said with a chuckle leering down at her, "but I got other plans in mind for you....and something much better than cotton to stuff you with~"
Marian gasped softly as she felt Amos press against her entrance—much larger than Robin—his tip already slick with her arousal. She wanted to protest, to push him away, but her dream-body arched into the contact instead, her claws digging into his shoulders as he pressed forward inch by torturous inch.
(In the real world)
Amos grunted; he had taken off his pants and trousers and had fully removed Marian´s pantalettes before setting himself between her legs; his thick length pressing against her slick folds. The unconscious fox whimpered, her hips shifting subtly as if instinctively seeking the heat of him. He could feel her inner muscles fluttering against his tip, already slick with arousal, dream or not, her body wanted this. Amos exhaled sharply through his nose before gripping her hips and thrusting forward in one slow, deliberate motion, watching as Marian's slack mouth dropped open in a soundless gasp.
"urg you're so hot...so tight.." Amos gave a groan, "ah you're husband either isn't doing his duties or urg his tool ain't up for the job!" He grunted as he wasted no time in fucking the hot snatch engulfing his dick..
The unconscious fox's body responded instinctively, her hips rolling in slow, unconscious counter-thrusts, her claws flexing against the torn bedroll as her inner walls pulsed around Amos's invading length. Her breath hitched in shallow, erratic gasps, her furred thighs trembling against his hips with each deep stroke.
"Ugg ugg ahhhh uggg" Marian groaned as Amos started pounding away, his rough thrusts forcing her limp body to jolt with each snap of his hips—her head lolling back, revealing the delicate line of her throat where sweat-dampened fur clung to her skin. The wet slap of flesh against fur mingled with the crackling fire, her tail twitching erratically like a metronome keeping time with his brutal rhythm.
"Urg.." Amos himself was becoming lost to the pleasure it had been far too long since he laid with a woman and something about this situation...it was exciting in a way he never felt before...was it her nature as a animal girl...the fact he was violating another man's wife?
He didn't know all he knew was that he wanted more of this feeling..
Amos's hands tightened around Marian's waist, fingers sinking into the plush fur as he drove deeper—her body yielding in ways no human woman's could, her inner muscles rippling around him like a velvet vise. The fox's breath hitched with each thrust, her claws flexing against the shredded bedroll.
"Ugg ugg..R-robin..?" her eyelids began fluttering, not fully awake, but not entirely asleep anymore either, as Amos's thrusts hitched deeper, her wet heat tightening around him in involuntary pulses.
"Urg sorry princess but you're not with a hero...but a villainous hunter~" Amos grunted out with amusement increasing his pace while grabbing onto her breasts and giving her nipples a twist.
Marian whimpered, her hips bucking instinctively—her subconscious registering the discrepancy between dream and reality as Amos's rougher hands, thicker cock, and the scent of gunpowder-laced sweat clashed violently with her husband's phantom touch.
Her claws tore fresh rents in the bedroll as her body arched, caught between resistance and the undeniable pleasure coiling tighter in her belly. A thin sheen of sweat glistened along her muzzle, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps that hitched each time Amos bottomed out inside her.
"urg Robin boy ain't got nothing on a real man does he~ bet you've been wanting to be rutted like the animal you are!"
Marian's dream-self was fracturing, her moans turning confused as reality bled through; her claws scrabbled against the bedroll like a cornered beast's while her body betrayed her, hips lifting greedily to meet each punishing thrust.
"Ah ah ahh ahh ahh w-what? ahh ahh whats...?" Marian gasped out, her eyes fluttering open—glazed with confusion and lingering pleasure—just as Amos's cock twitched inside her, dragging another shuddering moan from her slack jaws. Her pupils dilated in the firelight, the realization dawning slower than her body's instinctive clench around his length.
"You're awake...urg good...wouldn't feel right if you didn't enjoy this urg especially after that accidental shot." Amos grunted out kissing at her neck hungrily, "Ahhh! What you ahhh stop! This!"
Marian's paws weakly pushed at his chest—half-hearted resistance warring with the involuntary roll of her hips against his thrusts. Her claws caught on the fabric of his shirt, tangling rather than tearing, as her body betrayed her with another pulse around his cock.
The firelight cast flickering shadows across Amos's sweat-slicked brow, illuminating the predatory gleam in his eyes as he leaned closer—close enough for Marian to taste the whiskey on his breath mingling with her own scent still clinging to his lips.
"Stop? Oh sweetie we're urg just starting.." Amos said with a growl any second thoughts long gone.."And urg from how your gripping my dick I think it's clear...you love it~"
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
The wet slap of flesh against fur filled the small hunting cabin, punctuated by Marian's breathy whimpers—half-protest, half-invitation—as Amos pistoned into her with single-minded intensity. Her claws scraped weakly against his chest, the velvet pads of her paws damp with sweat where they pressed against his skin, betraying the conflict between her words and her body's eager response.
"Ahh ahh ahh ahh wait ahh ahh ahh no..dont ahh aaah ahhh!!" Marian's protests dissolved into a high-pitched yip as Amos angled his hips sharply—her back arching off the bedroll like a drawn bowstring when he found that sweet spot inside her. The involuntary clench of her thighs around his waist told him everything; the way her claws suddenly dug into his shoulders instead of pushing away screamed louder than any words. Her muzzle dropped open, tongue lolling slightly as her breath hitched in ragged gasps, the flush of her arousal darkening the cream fur of her throat.
This was wrong! So very very wrong! She was being violated! She...urg why did it...feel so..."urg come on just enjoy it~ your hubby doesn't have to know.." Amos growled in her ear before biting onto her neck..
The knowledge that he had well and truly crossed the line that there was no going back or potentially escaping the consequences hit him like a train...but he found it impossible to care. All he wanted was to make her moan his name...make her forget about her husband and think of his touch.
Marian's paws scrabbled weakly at the bedroll, her claws shredding the fabric beneath her as Amos's thrusts grew erratic—his breath hot against her neck, teeth grazing the delicate fur where pulse fluttered like a trapped bird. The fox's protests had dissolved into breathy whimpers now, her body arching into each rough stroke as if her flesh remembered pleasure even as her mind screamed betrayal.
This was wrong, it was twisted, so why was her body enjoying it?!
Marian's thoughts tangled in the heat—each rough thrust sending sparks through her fur that short-circuited reason. Her husband's face flickered behind her eyelids, replaced instantly by the primal satisfaction twisting Amos's features as he pinned her hips harder against the bedroll.
Robin was never this rough and it filled her with as much primal desire as it did shame
Amos' hands pressed deeper into Marian's fur, fingers sinking past the plush layer to find the wiry muscle beneath—proof that she'd fought, danced, and survived far worse than this. His thrusts hitched deeper, the base of his cock grinding against her swollen clit with each snap of his hips, drawing out choked gasps that sounded more like surrender than protest. Marian's claws hooked into his shoulders now, her thighs trembling where they bracketed his waist, no longer pushing away, but pulling him closer with every ragged breath.
"urg just a dirty animal that's what you are!"
The taunt sent a fresh wave of heat through Marian's body—her muzzle snapping shut around a keening whine as Amos's fingers tangled in the scruff of her neck, forcing her head back. The sudden exposure of her throat made her pulse hammer wildly, the vulnerable stretch of flesh bared to his teeth just as his cock found that deep, forbidden spot that made her vision whiten at the edges. Her claws left crescent moons in his shoulders as her body locked around him, the involuntary tremors starting low in her belly and radiating outward in electric waves.
"Urgg you're the ahhh animal you ah ah brute!" Marian denied while giving off faint groans and moans.
Her body was betraying her as she arched her back, pushing her chest into Amos's body while her hips bucked against his thrusts. The wet sounds of their coupling mixed with the crackling fire, filling the small cabin with an undeniable, feral intimacy. Marian's claws flexed against Amos's back, caught between digging deeper and shoving him away—her instincts warring between surrender and resistance.
"Urg if I'm a brute...than I'll just take you and make you my woman!" Was Amos responding growl before pulling her into a kiss.
Marian's breath caught—his tongue forcing past her clenched teeth, thick with the taste of whiskey and iron where he'd bitten his own lip. The sharp sting of it mingled with the dizzying pressure of his cock, her body tightening around him in a pulse that had nothing to do with resistance. Somewhere beneath the layers of panic and shame, a feral thrill coiled tighter—her claws flexing against his back as if to say *more* even as her mind reeled.
She knew she shouldn't...she knew she should be screaming for help...that the growing pleasure was wrong but..."urg than do it! ravage me like Robin never could you beast!"
But she couldnt help it! she had never been fucked so hard in her life! Robin was always so gentle, so careful—but Amos? Amos pistoned into her like he was trying to brand her insides with his shape. The brutal pace made her thoughts scatter like startled birds, her moans dissolving into wordless, animal sounds that reverberated against his lips.
And Amos...at Marian seemingly surrendering and becoming more willing.."urg when i'm done you'll be filing for divorce!" Felt a fire lit underneath him as desire for this woman desire to make her his fuel him more than anything he ever felt before.
Amos had never felt this way about any woman—not the saloon girls who'd sighed at his rough hands, nor even the widow who'd let him plow her fields in exchange for favors. There was something feral in the way Marian's body arched beneath him, her cream-furred throat bared in surrender even as her claws threatened to flay him alive. He wanted to ruin her in ways that would linger long after the scent of their coupling faded from the bedroll.
And with those thoughts the two kissed each other hungrily forgetting about any doubts only focusing on the pleasure of the here and now.
Scene of Maid Marian howling like a bitch as Amos Slade took her like one pounding her ass doggy style while pulling her tail.
Scene of Marian riding his cock cowgirl style with Amos leaning back groaning in pleasure reaching up to squeeze on breast while spanking her ass with the other.
Scene of Marian being fucked against a tree by Amos
Scene of Amos drinking from a jug as Marian pleasured him with her breasts and mouth.
Finally, as the sun began setting, both lay sprawled across the ruined bedroll—sticky, spent, and smelling like sin incarnate. Amos lazily traced circles around Marian's swollen nipples with his calloused thumb, watching her chest rise and fall with each ragged breath. The fox's fur was matted in places, her tail limp beneath her like a discarded stole.
She didn't speak—just stared at the sky with pupils still blown wide, her claws flexing intermittently against the torn fabric beneath them.
"That...was certainly something darling.." Amos said with a satisfied sigh...before giving off a guilty look, "though um...i'm sorry for what happen earlier...believe me I had no intention of harming you much less shooting you.."
Marian's ears twitched at the apology, her gaze still fixed on the twilight sky as if held answers. Her fingers flexed against the ruined bedroll, claws catching on loose threads—the same claws that had torn through fabric and flesh alike in equal measures of resistance and encouragement.
Amos shifted uncomfortably when she didn't respond, the sweat cooling on his skin making him acutely aware of every twitch of her tail against his thigh. The gunshot wound on her side had long since stopped bleeding, leaving just a marked bandage over her fur—proof of how this started, how it shouldn't have spiraled like this.
"I know I should be angry...but for some reason rather than shame or fury...I only feel satisfaction.." Marian said softly before giving a sigh, "with a bit of disappointment at the realization that Robin might not have been as skilled in the bedroom as he is with the bow."
Amos chuckled low in his throat—a rough sound that vibrated through Marian's fur where their bodies still touched—as he traced the curve of her hip with a fingertip. "Skill ain't everything, sweetheart," he murmured, watching her tail twitch at the contact. "Sometimes a woman needs to feel like she's being hunted properly."
"Umm..in that case.." Marian looked up towards his eyes, "perhaps we could consider...future hunts."
Amos's thumb stilled on her hip, the sudden silence stretching between them thick enough to taste—like gunpowder and musk and something dangerously like promise. The fading light caught the gold flecks in Marian's dilated pupils, and for the first time that evening, Amos hesitated.
"Oh? ok vixen...I know shouldnt but can I ask why?" Amos asked softly while stroking Marian's fur, his fingers catching on a tangle near her shoulder where his teeth had marked her earlier. The fading light painted them both in shades of amber and guilt, turning the sweat cooling on their bodies into something like liquid shame—except Marian's tail was curling lazily against his thigh, betraying her.
"I've always been treated like a delicate flower...a lady of high class." she murmur softly with a frown, "this was the first time I was treated like a animal with nothing but my baser desires...and I liked it."
"hehehe so...im guessing this will be keep between us?" Amos asked with a smirk while stroking Marian's ear with his thumb, watching her tail twitch involuntarily—like a metronome keeping time with her racing pulse. The fox's breath hitched when his fingers traced the delicate cartilage, her pupils dilating further despite the exhaustion weighing her limbs.
"Yes I still love Robin but.." Marian flushed with a small smirk,"i'm not against friends with benefits as it's called no~"
Amos's laugh was a deep, whiskey-soaked rumble against her shoulder as he rolled them both sideways—Marian's tail instinctively curling around his thigh like a possessive afterthought. The motion pulled a fresh twinge from her bandaged side, the sting grounding her in the absurdity of what they'd done while simultaneously stoking the embers of something darker beneath her ribs.
"You're gonna be trouble, vixen," he murmured against the hinge of her jaw, his teeth grazing the spot where her pulse still throbbed—an unspoken promise beneath the exhaustion. Marian's claws flexed against the small of his back, her ears flattening slightly as the weight of tomorrow settled between them like unsheathed steel.
"Trouble is exciting~" Marian said back with a giggle as she raised her head to kiss his lips with a feeling of passion and desire to see where this took her...perhaps it was a mistake but it'll be a mistake she'd enjoy.