Ready, Aim . . .
By ABs and Donna

Yvonne was settling into Camelot nicely.  Every day she would go out to the
forest around the castle and practice her archery; Roland could handle a
crossbow but he was nowhere as good as she was, and even though he was
thoroughly smitten and not usually the bashful type, he was afraid to
approach her and usually watched her practice from the walls of the castle.

Surrounding the walls, not far from the forest where she practiced, the
Scottish men had taken farms to till.  Some, like Rob Roy, were more diligent
than others, like the Immortals, Duncan and Connor MacLeod, and Warren
Cochrane.  William Wallace also had a farm and was easily distracted when
Yvonne made her daily appearances.  Ramirez, who stayed inside Camelot at
night, was usually bedeviling the MacLeods during the day, and was on his
magnificent white steed beside the cousins as they toiled.

Each of the highlanders gave back just as much as he got. He had taken both of them on as students, teaching them what they needed to know as immortals. As the men worked, fixing up a fence for the livestock, he lectured them endlessly about this and that. When he saw their attention was on something else, he turned and looked as well, and saw Yvonne walking along the lane by their little homestead.

She was wearing a very short leather dress that showed every inch of her long legs.  She was tall for a woman and well proportioned - not at all the
emaciated model type.  The flap of the dress kept moving on her sweet rounded bottom, and all three men paused to admire it.

Of course, she knew they were looking, and her hip wiggle became more
pronounced as a result!

"Now that's a lass ah wanna mind havin' a wee tumble with," Duncan chuckled. Connor grinned and shook his head.

As she passed by, Ramirez dismounted, and bowed in a courtly manner. 
"Greetings, my Lady. My apologizes for these two sweaty barbarians. They have yet to learn manners." Behind him, Connor made a rude noise, and made an even ruder comment about Spanish peacocks.

Yvonne smiled but looked past him to the "two sweaty barbarians".  Over his
shoulder she threw a wink and a nod to the two younger men.  This, of course, made them laugh at the way she had pretty much given the famous lover the cold shoulder!

Not that it put him off any. "Those two are altogether too sure of
themselves. Perhaps I should allow them to compete in a contest of skill with
the bow with you. It would do them good to be humbled a bit." It was Duncan's turn to make a rude noise. He fancied himself a good shot with the long bow.

She smiled again.  "If any man can best me with the bow, he will win more
than my admiration," she said.

Just as she said this, Warren Cochrane rushed up from his ill tended farm
next door.  Having seen them stop the girl, he had come to listen in on the
conversation, and he immediately took Duncan by the arm.  "Is she offerin'
what I THINK she is?"

"Hush, mon," Duncan said. "Ye wa'ta be lettin' the whole world in on this?"  But
it was already too late. Men were appearing out of the woodwork it seemed,
coming in from all directions.

"I wa' not mind testin' meself against the others," Wallace chuckled, openly
admiring Yvonne's slender form.

Duncan and Connor rolled their eyes, but Cochrane was also up to the
challenge and raring to go.  Yvonne's eyes flashed as she led them all into
the woods, to the place she usually used for her practice.  There was a
bull's eye drawn on a bit of wood planking, and then nailed to a tree.  In
front of the tree was a deep clearing.  Yvonne stood at the end of the
clearing, very far from the target.

Besides the Scots, a few of the Knights from the castle had somehow gotten word of a competition of sorts. Roland was one of them. Perhaps this would be his chance to some how impress the Lady Yvonne! 

All the competitors had run to fetch their bows, and were lining up beside
Yvonne. Ramirez, who was highly amused by what was going on, volunteered to be the judge of the contest.

She eyed them all and smiled, giving them each a wink.  "So you men think you can best me?" she laughed, and it was like tinkling music.  She was a warrior and as bold as brass, but she was also fae.  This, unfortunately for them, meant she rarely missed, as she promptly showed them.  Drawing an arrow from her quiver, she casually put it to her bowstring and, without any effort, scored a perfect shot!

It was a challenge for sure! But not one any of them was going to back down now. They were all warriors in their own right after all. Both of the
MacLeods did well, with Duncan being just a little bit closer to the center.
Cochrane's arrow was off to the left side and Roland's to the right. Wallace
was next, and he managed to set the arrow right next to hers. There were
good-natured grumbles from the others. It looked like he was going to be the best of the men!

Yvonne smiled up at him - Wallace was good looking enough, and though it was not mentioned, they all knew what the prize would be.  Cochrane especially prized it, and was bitterly disappointed with his shot.  But even Wallace was not a perfect shot, and they were not sure if they would win a prize for just being as good as or slightly worse.  She had said "best".

The few knights who had come also tried, but though some made a bull's eye, they all got the feeling that she would either have to take them all, or
none, as no one was a clear winner but herself.

Ramirez was about to announce her as being the best, when a tall man with a
well-worn cape over his clothes stepped up. "May I compete as well?" he
asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Yvonne looked him over from head to toe.  He was not bad looking, and she was feeling cocky.  Mostly she was wondering how she was going to keep flirting with all these men, without actually having to give her body to any one of them.

"Robin of Locksley," he said, stepping up to the mark and then back off at
least five paces. The smug grin on his face vanished as he raised the bow.
The arrow flew straight and true, splitting Yvonne's in half.

Her grin faded at the sight. In fact, her mouth dropped open!  The rest of
the men openly complained - who was this upstart anyway? - but she was
suddenly staring at the man with full hatred.  "Fine," she said, dropping her
bow.  "You won fair and square!"  But she did not seem happy about it.

He smiled at her. He had just been attracted by the archery contest, and had no idea that there was a prize of any sort. "Thank you for a most challenging competition, my Lady. It was a pleasant diversion from the fact that I seem to have gotten myself good and lost. Would any of you mind telling me just whose castle this is?" he asked, pointing at the walls of Camelot.  "Will I be able to find food and a place to rest within?"

"Rest he wants," said Cochrane as Yvonne grabbed Robin's hand and pulled him roughly through the forest to another small glade. 

"All right," she said when she got there, standing with feet spread wide and
hands on her hips.  "Get it over with, then!  Take your clothes off!"

"My Lady!" he said in surprise, throwing his hands up in surrender. "What is
going on? I have nothing worth taking if you mean to rob me."

"Rob you!  And you just winning the contest for my Virtue!"  She pulled off
the leather dress and kicked off her panties, standing naked in front of him.
"Well?" she asked when he still did not disrobe.

His eyes widened in appreciation. "Your virtue, my Lady?" he asked, taking
off his cloak and putting it around her shoulder. "I had no idea that was the
prize. As tempting as laying with you here in this green woods would be, I
would almost rather have a hot meal to fill my belly right about now."

This was, of course, the ultimate insult, and her eyes filled with angry
tears.  Pulling away, she ran into the forest.  Of course, no one could catch
her, being fae, and he stood there as lost as ever for some time until he
managed to find his way back to the clearing where the contest had taken
place.

The clearing was empty, except for a rather forlorn looking Roland. "I seem
to have misunderstood the purpose of the contest," the archer said with a
shake of his head. "If you are a friend of hers, perhaps you should seek
after her, and tell her I meant no insult. I'm just a poor, lost traveler,
that thought to enjoy himself in a game of skill, I had no idea she was going
to be the prize."

"She did not like being bested," admitted Roland.  "Feisty one, she is.  I am
Roland," he said, shaking Robin's hand.  "Friend to William Tell.  Till this
day I thought none but he could best our fair Archer Maiden."

"Robin of Locksley. Have you seen a Moor? I was traveling with one on my way home from the Holy Land and when I turned around, he was gone, and I was in a land that is strange to me."

Roland shook his head.  He tried as best he could to explain how they arrived
in Edan, and then said, sitting against a tree as he fiddled with something
in his boot, "I fear you hurt her feelings.  It was some gift she was
offering.  One we all prized greatly, though we knew we could not hope to
win."  He looked into the deepening gloom of the lush forest.  "I hope she
returns."

"I hope so too," Robin said with a shake of him head. He looked at the
Castle, his stomach rumbling, but then with a sigh, he turned back in the
direction that she had run away in. He could not leave a Lady alone and in
distress. Somehow he would make amends for not understanding what she was offering.

But as he walked deep into the forest, he became aware of the smell of
roasting venison.  Nearing a clearing, he found her, nude (she had thrown his
cloak off as if it was a diseased thing) in front of a fire.  A skinned deer
was just starting to roast in the spit.  Standing, she said bitterly, "There.
This is what you wanted," and turned to leave.

"Wait, my lady," he said, holding out his hand to take hers. Dropping to one
knee, he looked up at her with imploring eyes. "I apologize for what I did. I
was just showing off. I was a cad."

"Yes, you were," she agreed with a sniff.  Then she pulled her hand away. 
"Where did you learn to shoot that way?  You are not fae born, and you are
too big to be elfin."

"No, but I was raised in the forest. My father is Lord of Locksley, and I was always running with the woodsmen. They taught me all I know about the use of a bow. They said I have an uncanny eye for it."

"You do, but a blind one for women, apparently," she teased.  She was still
standing naked, apparently unbothered by it.  Moving past him, she twirled
the spit and said, "Your prize burns.  You should mark it more closely."

"It has been a long time," he said softly, blushing as he looked at her. "I
was captured and imprisoned in a Turkish hell hole while on the Crusade. I
would sometimes pass the time while I was chained to the wall, dreaming of
holding a fair lady like you in my arms. I dreamed of wooing her, and then
bringing her to a perfumed chamber in my father's estates as my bride." He
sighed softly. "But those were dreams of a desperate, lonely man. This is
now. How may I make up my boorish attitude towards you?"

She stared at him.  "You mean you have not seen a woman in all those years
and STILL you thought of your stomach first?  I must make a poor vision for all that."  She sniffed and walked around the fire.  Its light flickered
against her body.  "You have chosen your prize.  When it is done, you may eat your fill.  After all, you did win.  The men here have a different hunger,
but their journeys ended long ago, and they stopped looking for one thing and began looking for another."

She looked at him with her bright fae eyes.  Because of what she was, her
sight was especially keen.  "The problem is now to my pride.  I should keep
my virtue if I could, but you won it fairly, and then rejected it for other
meats."

He hung his head in shame. "I am not a man to take a woman so," he said.
"Especially one who I could tell had no wish to be with me in the first
place. I'm sorry if I offended you. I can only plead ignorance and
misunderstanding of the great gift you were offering me."

She looked at him closely.  "Perhaps you are better with a bow than a sword,
as most men here seem to be the opposite?"  It was a joke, and meant as a
peace offering.

He blushed again. "I am not deficient in that skill my lady," he said with a
shy smile. "May we start over? I'm Robin of Locksley, fair maiden. And you
are the most refreshing thing I have seen in my whole life. With your
permission, I would like to get to know you a little bit better."

She nodded slowly.  "Do you not want to fill your belly before you try to
fill mine?" she teased.

"My belly can wait." But as it rumbled loudly in protest of his words, it
made them both laugh.

"Venison must cook slowly, or it will be too tough to eat," she said.  "I
should have gotten you a rabbit, but mistook your hunger."  Everything she
said seemed suggestive and teasing, even when she was angry.  She was
certainly a force to be reckoned with.  "At any rate, it will not be ready
for some time.  Choose your prize now, victor," she said, standing in front
of him and eyeing him with her sharp gaze.

He held out his arms, merriment in his eyes. "I can always fill my belly. But
to spend time with a beautiful woman like you? I must have lost my sanity
during my time in that prison. And you, my lady, have managed to restore it."

She said nothing as his arms came around her, as she had to prepare herself
to give the gift she had so casually offered.  They all needed to give
themselves but not without some natural fear.  When she was in his arms,
therefore, she gave a slight shiver in anticipation of the unknown to come. 
Would he be gentle?  Surely.  But would she like it.  She was promised that
she would.

His hands felt good on her body as he ran them lightly down her back. So did his lips when they lightly touched hers. "My Lady," he moaned as his body
responded immediately. "Is this your first time with a man?"

"It would scarce be a prize if it were not," she whispered, and he heard the
tremor of nerves in it, even as he felt her body respond to his light touch.

"Then it is a prize beyond value," he said, nuzzling her neck. It was going
to be a challenge to go slow. It had indeed been a long time for him, and
once awakened, his body's needs were reminding him very painfully of it. 

She felt him and pulled away, moving to a place that was soft and green. 
Lying down, she hoped she looked seductive, although there was a tight knot
in her flat belly that she was sure he could see from the outside.  She
motioned for him to follow and waited for him to come take his due.

He hesitated for a brief moment, and then stripped as naked as she was. His
body was long and lean, his muscles hard. The faint shadow of his ribs on his
sides told of his recent deprivations at the hands of the Turks. No wonder he had thought of his stomach! He had been half starved. Lowering himself beside her, Robin kissed her again, his fingertips lightly running over her belly up and underneath the flesh of her high, firm breasts.

She gasped at his touch; she had never allowed a man this close even though
she knew she must.  Of all the fae, she alone found this part frightening,
and would have preferred other ways of dealing with the opposite sex. 
Flirting was fun, but she had the distinct feeling it would be like getting
stabbed when they took her.  She was well acquainted with pointed phallic
items, and they all hurt.

But so far, he had done nothing that had hurt her. As his fingertips ran over
her nipples with a touch as soft as a butterfly kiss, it even caused a
strange fire like heat to start building in her loins. And when his mouth
closed down on the now tight nub of a nipple, it exploded inside of her like
a roaring flame.  She was curiously moist, and had an inner yearning she
could not define.  Perhaps this would be well after all.  Though she hardly
cared for child bearing (another reason she would have preferred platonic
games), there was suddenly an emptiness within her she had never felt before. Her legs slipped apart with tentative eagerness.

As if in response, his hand drifted down as he continued to suck gently at
her breasts. When his fingers slipped inside of her moist folds, she gasped
at the sheer pleasure of the sensations he was giving her body. Her first
reaction was to move back, away from the intruding digits, no matter how good it felt, but then she moved back, and he slid in and out.  This seemed to
excite him as much as it did her, and his kisses became more passionate, his
tongue lapping at her mouth hungrily.  Her heart was pounding as she gasped
out, "Will it hurt?"

"Only a little, at the very first, my Lady," he said honestly, though
breathlessly. "After that, never again. I have only one thing to ask of you.
May I please know your name?"

She looked at him strangely, wanting to laugh at the absurdity of it all.  "I
am Yvonne.  I am the Archer," she said at last.  "And your arrow seems
broader than the digit you are currently using with such skill.  I trust it
will follow the character of your other talents," she joked.

"It will be aimed straight and true," he chuckled, kissing her once more. He
continued to tease her body with his touch until the flames were roaring out
of control, and he had her gasping for breath as she neared the pinnacle of
pleasure. He wanted her to know that first before he went any further.

She fought him a little, as it neared - and she tried to push his hand away
as she felt her body losing control.  With a soft moan and a whispered, "No,"
she felt it hit, and then gave completely over to it.  It seemed to last for
minutes, rather than seconds, and when it ebbed, her eyes were even brighter than before.

He held her in his arms until she had managed to catch her breath. "Did you
like that?" he said teasingly. "Are you ready for the next step?"

"I-if it is more of the same I am," she managed to say.  Then, to his
surprise, she kissed HIM, pushing him back onto the green leaves.  She
stroked his throbbing member, trying to acquaint herself with it, and then
gently tasted it before taking a deep breath and mounting him.

"I do believe you are getting the hang of this!" he gasped as she straddled
his loins, his throbbing shaft now pressing against her tight entrance.
Reaching out, he grabbed her hips, and with one smooth thrust, entered her,
filling the empty space inside of her in a most satisfying way.

She felt the momentary bite of pain as her barrier was breached, but laughed it off as nothing more than a bee sting.  Joyous now that the unknown was made clear, she surprised him further by holding on tightly as she rode him hard, like a good stallion.  Her muscles had him in a vice grip, her juices flowing freely from her previous excitement.  She was hot, tight and wet, and he was almost dizzy with all the sensations!

"You are amazing!" he gasped, his hips thrusting up to meet her each time she slid back down on his shaft. As she quickly climaxed again, he struggled to hold on, but the tight way she clamped around him made that impossible. His hot seed shot up inside of her, adding to the slickness of her passage.

She wanted it to go on, but the force of his orgasm made him go soft quickly. This made her pout and she snuggled up to him, trying to coax it back to life.  He chuckled as his stomach growled, and she finally decided to give up and check the venison.  Walking off as naked as ever, she called back, "Sleep, and it will be done when you wake."  Amazingly, he felt himself
dozing immediately, and when he woke, he was alone with a perfectly roasted deer, but no girl.

Robin of Locksley shook his head. Had it been just a vivid dream? His stomach rumbled again, and he rose from his bed of green to take care of that pressing need, a wistful smile on his face.

***

It was an odd sensation, this moist shivery feel between the legs.  She liked
walking this way.  Still nude, Yvonne sauntered through the cool forest,
letting the leaves brush against her body as his hands had done.  But they
could not fill him as he had done.  Too bad it was all too fleeting.  Clearly
women could have the experience many times, and a man only once.

Rather a long time later she arrived back at the original clearing.  She had
passed the one containing her leather dress, and had it in her hands now. 
But she would not put it on again until she had to.  As she walked, slowly
gliding and enjoying the carnal feel between her legs, she noticed someone
crumpled up near the spot where they had had their contest.  It was Roland! He had waited for her to return (knowing her well enough to know he should not try to find her, but that she would come back eventually when she was quite ready to), and had fallen asleep.  Yvonne smiled as she looked down at him.  Then, crouching so her legs fell apart in a most unladylike way, she gently shook him awake.

He opened his pale eyes and they went wide with shock.  He could see
everything!  Yvonne chuckled as she took each of his hands in her own.  One
she placed on her chilled breast, the other she slid between her legs.  The
nipple was tight and the loins were slick.  He gasped momentarily before her
lips crushed on his in unmistakable invitation, and then he pushed her back
as he greedily accepted with all ardor.  Yvonne laughed again, her hands now
going for his belt; he sprang free a moment later and the deepening chill of
the forest did nothing to cool his excitement.  She stroked him as he dipped
a finger inside her heat, then slid it out again as his tongue excavated her
mouth.

After one more deep kiss, he moved down her body.  He went slowly, enjoying every minute of it, but she was more eager, and was pulling at his manhood to place it where she wanted it to be.  "Someone's lit your fire," he chuckled.

"Unfortunately," she told him, "it was more than he could quench.  Is it not
a wonder that you all have this useful weapon?"  As she said the words, she
wriggled up against him so her breasts rubbed his chest, and her hands
stroked him down below.  She wet her lips suggestively and her eyes were
bright with lust.

"Goes with the territory, doesn't it?" he asked, chuckling.

"Yes.  And I am going to have as many as I can!"  Her voice was hot with
passion.  Roland felt himself wilt inwardly while his erection throbbed and
bobbed with need.  He wanted her, but he had wanted more than this.  Would this be all he got?  If he could not impress her with the bow, he would have to do it now.

Pressing her legs wide, he slid into her hot tunnel, his hands on her tight
bottom.  He groaned as he went up to the hilt, then gasped as Yvonne wriggled around him, making the sensations even sharper.  "Go!" she said impatiently.

He went.  He went furiously, rutting like some animal on the floor of the
forest, and he was rewarded with her cries of delight as he pumped into her. At the same time he kissed her, touched her, squeezed her wherever he could. He was nearing the peak when she cried out, "Oh, that's good - too bad you can't make it last!"

This gave him an idea and he pulled free from her.  She cried out
immediately, but he pulled her legs apart and finished bringing her to the
peak before starting it all over again.  Licking her nub slowly, driving her
crazy, tasting her belly, nipples, breasts and thighs - he occasionally
mounted her to take a slow ride, then a faster one just before pulling out
again to tease her into another ride to the crest, he managed to hold out for
a good hour before finally allowing himself release.  They had, by this time,
gotten rather creative, and he had her on all fours, and was taking her doggy style.  Her large breasts hung down and he handled them roughly, but she only cried out for more as she moved her delightful ass against him, pushing back and forth with her arms because she could not get enough of him inside her. When he finally spilled his seed, and collapsed exhausted by her side in the leaves, she stood up on her knees easily and dipped her finger in her wetness.  Licking the tip, she said, "I will use you as often as I can."

He grinned, his heart pounding in his ears.  "Thank you, Milady," he said. 
"I should like that very much."

She rose on one knee, showing him what he now knew intimately - and still
wanted.  "Knock on my door tonight.  If I am not alone, I will admit you
again." She stroked herself and smiled evilly.  "Or will you not be ready
again so soon?"

He laughed.  "Try me."

"Oh yes," she smiled.  "I will."  And as she finally slipped the short dress
on (without underpants), she walked off thinking, "And any other male I can
find."