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A Night with the Hood

Part 2

For 3rdHarleyJoe

By Draconicon

Elias woke from the crazy dream of being under the feet of Robin's merry men with a hard-on that was worse than any morning wood that he'd had in his life. The rabbit slowly opened his eyes, looked at the bare feet in front of his face at the foot of the bed, then just as slowly rolled over, turning to face the other side of the room. Dawn had yet to break, though he could tell that it wasn't far off at this point.

Oh, god, did I do that? Did I really do that?

The question lingered, and he didn't dare turn around to see if the spit marks were still on Robin's feet. The fox hadn't been upset the night before, but he had been half-asleep, he was sure. There was no way that he would have been completely okay with having his feet licked by some stranger in the middle of nowhere...

Was there?

He didn't...he didn't get mad at me, Elias thought, trying to build himself back up. He could have shouted at me, made me stop...but he didn't. He just let me keep going...

He hoped that was a good sign, but with the fox still asleep, he couldn't ask. Then again, how exactly was he supposed to bring the topic up? Just say something stupid?

Hey, I was licking your feet last night, and you didn't stop me. Did you like it?

God, it sounded even stupider in his head than he thought. Elias bit off a groan, grinding his face into the bed as he tried to forget about what he'd done.

Yet, his boner wouldn't allow him. He kept thinking back to the soft musk that he had tasted between the toes, how the undersides of Robin's soles had been so soft and so...so nice against his face. He had buried himself in those feet without the slightest regret, and he had to admit, he wanted to go right back to doing that now.

More, he wanted to feel them...wanted to feel them further down...

His boner throbbed up and down, begging for the feeling of those toes drumming on it, to have those feet rubbing along the sides, milking him, pumping him as had happened in his dream. He had felt them then, felt how soft they were, how good they were at gripping things, almost like they were another set of thief tools.

His balls churned hard, and the thought of emptying them on those feet popped into his head again. He wanted to...god, he wanted to.

You have a real thing for them, don't you?

Robin's jolly little question, a tease and a half in and of itself, echoed through his head. He had wanted to do so much more than just lick them, than suck on those toes. The rabbit wanted to dive into them, to grind them against his face, to feel them pressing down on him and giving the outlaw a good little footstool to play with.

But...but the church said that it was wrong. That was the whole reason that he had banished himself from the village, to be away from the good people so that they weren't tempted into a life of sin like he had. If he could just...If he could just get control of himself...

But his cock throbbed again and again, refusing to leave him alone, tormenting him with images of being under Robin's feet in so many different situations. Of making his home a safehouse for the thief, of giving his feet the tongue-lashing that they so desperately deserved every time that he pulled off a heist, of serving that sexy devil in any way that he asked for...

Robin's good, though...

Good, and that meant that he needed to not offer the fox any more temptations...right?

It was a mess in his head, a complete mess that was leaving him more and more distraught. The poor rabbit clutched his hands around the sides of his head, whimpering as he curled up into a tighter and tighter ball.

By the time that the dawn's light poured through the windows, lighting up the tiny little house, he had dragged himself into a ball at the foot of the bed, sliding out from under the blankets. He was a little ball of self-doubt and misery, and only the soft pressure of those fox soles against his back kept him grounded in the real world.

And those finally moved as Robin groaned, then yawned, then sat up.

Against his better judgment, Elias looked over his shoulder. His eyes saw those toes, first, but then he looked further up the bed, and he saw that there was a bulge over Robin's crotch, too. The fox sat up, the blankets falling, almost exposing the spire of flesh just under it.

He almost wished it had. It would have given him a distraction, at least.

Robin looked down at him, and the fox's face was split in a silly sort of grin. He reached over, patting him.

"Come on, why the long face? You had a good night, right?"

"I shouldn't have..."

"Shouldn't have?"

"It's wrong. Everyone says it's wrong."

"Oh, come now. Who is this everyone, hmm? I think that they're full of rubbish. I mean, 'everyone' says that I am a criminal. Are they right about that?"

"...Technically?" Elias looked down, a hint of a smile rising and then dying in short order. "I mean...you do break the law."

"But am I bad? I doubt it."

"No, no, you're good!"

"Then why be bothered? Why is 'everyone' given so much credit, hmm?"

"...I don't know..."

"Then stop moping."

Robin kicked the blankets off, and that hidden bulge was suddenly on full display. The fox's morning wood wasn't huge, of course, but it was reasonably sized, standing out at about six and a half inches, long enough to be substantial without being intimidating. He blushed as he saw the easy confidence that the outlaw had, wishing that he had a piece of it for himself.

A piece of the confidence, he hastened to assure himself. Not a piece of the fox.

As the outlaw fluffed the pillows, Elias tried to sit up and get out of bed. Robin, however, had other plans. The fox nabbed him by the back of his trousers with two toes, hooking them past the waistband of his clothes and pulling him right back down, forcing him to stay seated on the edge of the bed.

"Why are you in such a hurry, hmm? Worried about getting in trouble?"

"Worried about...I mean...I already did bad things."

"Bad? What, you mean licking my feet?"

The rabbit blushed, nodding his head.

"Oh, pish-posh. If you think that is bad, then you obviously don't have much in the way of life experience. It's a little new, perhaps, but I enjoyed having your tongue all over my toes."

"..."

"You look surprised."

That was putting it mildly. The rabbit was somewhere between terribly shocked and completely flabbergasted. The idea that anyone would have enjoyed his horrible, deviant desires was something that he had never thought about. Sure, he had imagined that he might 'corrupt' someone else into enjoying it, but someone else liking it from the start? No. He had never imagined that...he'd always thought that he was the only one in the world that had this sinful need.

And yet, Robin looked at him like it was completely normal, like there was nothing wrong in the world about liking feet, or about liking other men. The fox seemed almost surprised that he was at all thinking that it would be wrong.

The fact that the outlaw was chuckling with his smile didn't make it easier, either. Elias blushed as Robin lifted one foot, grinding it against the side of his face.

"Mmmph..."

"You like them."

"Yes...you...you noticed that last night."

"I did, and I want to see just how much you like them this morning."

"What...you mean..."

"I mean that I could use something to get rid of this morning wood, and I liked what you were doing last night enough to get hard."

The idea that he had given the outlaw an erection from licking his feet was something that he had most definitely not thought would happen, but it was enough to give him a little glow of satisfaction. It wasn't supposed to happen, but it meant that he did a good job with giving his...his friend, he supposed, something good to enjoy.

He licked his lips as he looked at the twitching toes in his face, the soft smell coming off of them again. That warm musk was enough to make his cock throb, too, begging for a bit more attention than it was currently getting. He shifted position, the rabbit turning to kiss the toes properly, giving each one a soft peck as he moved down the line.

Robin was not protesting, nor telling him to slow down or not be a freak. Was this...was this really going to happen?

He almost didn't want to hope for it. The feeling of that foot in his face in the daylight was so much different than what it would have been in the night. The few people that had allowed him to do this in the dark when no one could see...they were nothing compared to what he was getting right at that moment.

Elias opened his mouth, sucking Robin's big toe into his muzzle. He closed his lips tight around it, sucking softly, running his tongue over foot and fur and claw and flesh. He moaned under his breath, his cock making one hell of a bulge in his trousers as he tasted that musk again.

"Mmmph..."

There was no laughter, no teasing from the fox. All that he got was the other foot rubbing affectionately along the side of his face, giving him some sort of affirmation, letting him know that this was okay. He whimpered, leaning into it, unable to help himself.

It was good.

He was good.

As the rabbit bobbed his head forward and back, he flicked his tongue along the soft, sweaty fur along the top of the toe, cleaning it as he tilted his head from side to side. He dragged his teeth along the digit, not quite biting, but rather scraping, teasing, hoping that it felt good.

The way that Robin was gripping his dick, it probably did.

His cheeks burned as he watched the fox slowly stroke himself to the service he was getting. The idea that he was providing it, the idea that he was making the outlaw of the entire kingdom get off to getting his feet licked, was not how he had planned to start the morning, but...

Well, it wasn't a bad thing.

He bobbed his head forward, then back, then forward again, sucking softly on the toe as he cleaned it of the sweat that had come up during the night. As soon as it was completely clean, he moved to the next one in line, sucking it between his lips, feeling it pressing down on his tongue. He could feel Robin tensing up, pushing that foot more firmly on his face, holding him in place.

"Mmmmph...mmmph..."

The soft groans weren't even coming from the fox, not from the one that was jerking off, but from him. He swore that his cock was going to explode in his pants at this rate, his dick throbbing up and then going down, oozing pre constantly in his trousers. It was so hard, so painfully hard, and he wanted nothing more than to pull those slick toes down to his dick and cum on them.

But not yet. Not yet.

He forced himself to pull back from the last toe after it was clean, panting, huffing and puffing over the fox's sole. Robin was clearly in no hurry to get off quickly, holding his hand along the base of his cock and giving it a few squeezes, and the fox watched him, studying him, almost. The fact that he was so interested only made the rabbit that much hornier.

He turned the foot slightly to the side, sticking out his tongue and flicking it between the outlaw's toes. There were little pools of sweat there that had come back overnight, and he wanted to make sure that they were as clean as possible, too. He dragged his tongue between them, sliding it against the slight raised flesh at the midpoint between the toes, then fanned the toes apart to lick them properly.

Back and forth, up and down he licked, making sure to get every bit of flesh and fur. Here and there, Robin let out a small chuckle or a soft moan, either from a tickle or some pleasure, and he could tell that the fox was getting more and more horned up from the whole process. The fact that he was able to get Robin this excited from just licking his feet made him wonder if the famous outlaw had already had a foot fetish at the start of this, but that wasn't something that one just asked.

He turned his head, licking up along Robin's arch, and the fox groaned under his breath. Elias stopped there.

"You...you liked that?"

"More than I thought I would. Oo-de-lolly."

"You...you want me to...do anything else?"

"Heh, no. I think it's time that you got a little reward yourself."

"Huh?"

"Move."

Elias did as he was told, slipping back to the foot of the bed as Robin shifted himself around. The fox pushed himself up to the headboard of the bed, leaning against the wall, and then patted the bed in front of him.

"Lay on your back, scoot up close to me."

"O-okay."

He had no idea what was going on, but he trusted the outlaw. It was going to be good, he was sure, he just...didn't know what to expect.

He laid down, his head almost hanging off the bed at first, but then he scooted down. Then further, then further still as Robin kept gesturing for him to come closer. He blushed as his legs slid around the fox's hips, moving towards the end of the bed, and soon, they were crotch to crotch. Of course, his dick was still in his pants, but -

"Let's get these out of the way."

Then the fox pulled the rabbit's trousers down, and they were dick to dick. He gasped as he felt the hot, throbbing heat of another man's manhood against his own, and his cheeks burned as he realized how close in size they were. Sure, Robin was bigger, but only by about an inch rather than by some massive amount. They were both hard, both slippery with pre-cum, and they were both eager for more.

Robin stretched his legs out, and before Elias knew what was happening, both of those paws were pressed down on his face, shoving him down into the bed. He gasped as he was pinned underfoot, just like in his dream, and his cock jerked hard.

"Heh, looks like you're a jumpy fella down there."

"Mmmph...you make me...make me so hard..."

"You know, that's not a bad thing."

"Mmmph..."

"You like my feet so much, hmm?"

"Gods...yes..."

"Then nuzzle them...let me feel how much you like being underfoot...I'll give you something worth your while the longer you do it..."

Elias didn't know what that meant, but he did realize that it meant that he could keep kissing up to the fox's feet while he was in this position. He blushed, nuzzling against one of them, then turning his head to kiss the other as they rubbed along either side of his muzzle. No matter how much he licked them, they still seemed to maintain that wild, outdoor musk that came from the fox himself.

It was intoxicating. He moaned as he licked along the underside of one foot, leaving a trail of spit from the heel to the toes, then turned to give the other one the same treatment. He dragged his tongue all the way to the big toe, then flicked it into his mouth, moaning around it.

Then, Robin started stroking.

"Mmmph!"

Elias thrust his hips, unable to help himself as Robin Hood pulled their cocks together, their shafts grinding against each other as they oozed pre-cum all over the bed. Their balls touched.

Mmmph...mmmph!

He couldn't even think at the feeling of pleasure that was running through his head, his mouth working frantically on the toe in his mouth until it was pulled away. He gasped for breath, his back arched off the bed as Robin stroked them both together, the soft grip turning firmer as the strokes got faster.

"Ah, ah!"

"Mmm, you like it, don't you? Don't stop licking, now. You want to be a good helper, don't you?"

"Mmmph...mmm-hmm."

"Then keep licking."

The strokes were slowing when he stopped licking, and that was not something that he could put up with. He needed the pleasure to keep coming, needed to feel Robin was happy with him. He turned his attention back to the soles in his face, dragging his tongue from heel to toe, then swiping it between the toes themselves. The feet pushed up, and he licked against the arches, too.

Robin seemed to particularly like that, so he kept his attention there, licking along the arches again and again, dragging his tongue over every little wrinkle and fold that he could find. They danced across the soles, the wrinkles moving as Robin curled his toes and fanned them by turns, and he traced every one as elegantly as possible with his tongue.

Hump, thrust, stroke. The hand on his dick, the dick on his dick, they were making this far more erotic than simple masturbation should have been. He kept thrusting, kept licking, kept panting as it went on.

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, that's it. You're a good little guy, aren't you?"

"Mmmph...I am..."

"This isn't bad at all, is it?"

"Nnn...no..."

"You want to cum..."

"God...yes..."

"Keep licking...you will soon."

Licking? He was downright worshiping those feet, and there was no denying it. All he could do was keep dragging his tongue over them, frantically searching out any moisture that he might have missed, wanting to keep those feet nice and clean for Robin. One lick, two, three, four, each one giving the soles another coating of spittle.

He couldn't help himself. He was getting so close, his balls drawing up. He started getting distracted, his licking slowing down...

And Robin slowed down the stroking in return.

Moaning in frustration, he picked up the pace again, only for his distractions to mount up. Then he'd start losing track of what he was doing, focusing on the pleasure in his dick, and then he'd end up losing the pace again, and the stroking would slow down, and he'd start getting annoyed again. Lick, stroke, lick, stroke. The pace only got better when he did better.

"Mmmph!"

His groans of frustration were getting louder and louder, the edging making his cock throb, his balls churning like mad. He wanted to blow his load again, he wanted to shoot all over his belly as he worshiped Robin's feet, but it was getting so hard to focus. All he wanted was to finish, to shoot, to cum...

"Just do a little better. Let's try some double toe-sucking."

And with that, the feet moved down his face, the toes pressing right against his lips. Both big toes, both of them from a different foot. They opened his mouth, held it open, and he was made to suck on them both at once. The feeling of that degradation, of being so low that he had to suck two toes at once, from different feet...

It was too much for him. Elias moaned, the rabbit arching his back, thrusting into Robin's hand and against his cock as he came, and came, and came, shooting his seed over his belly and soaking himself with it. It seemed to keep on coming and coming and coming, the orgasm running on and on as he blew his load over his stomach, his chest, his shirt, even his face.

A few seconds later, Robin joined him, the outlaw's strokes speeding up, getting them both off at the same time. Except Robin's seed came flying over him, too, marking him, covering him with the fox's seed and leaving him marked as an outlaw's partner.

In that moment, he honestly didn't care. He just...he just loved it.

An hour later, when they were both clean - Robin having fetched some water from the nearby river - the rabbit was back to feeling utterly embarrassed. He didn't know how he had sunk that far, but...

But it had happened, and there was no going back. He might not have been the sinful, evil sort of person that the priests had told him that he was, but he had gone further than he had expected. The fox had seduced him, and he had seduced the fox, it seemed.

Certainly, Robin Hood hadn't put his shoes back on yet, and the fox seemed to be taking great pleasure walking around the little hut barefoot. Every time that the rabbit turned to look at him, Robin seemed to be standing on tiptoe, showing off the undersides of his feet. Sometimes, they were a bit sweaty, sometimes, a little dusty, but they were always shown off, always flashed at him.

His cock couldn't go down with all that torment. He kept crossing his legs, his cheeks burning.

I swear I can still smell him on me, he thought, rubbing his face. The cum musk had faded, for the most part, after they'd washed up, but the fact that he could still smell those feet on his face...

His boner throbbed in his pants again, the rabbit's little thing begging for another round. Not for the first time, he cursed his species little 'blessing' of a short refractory period.

Robin finally pulled his trousers back on, and having that cock hidden helped a bit. It meant that he only had to be distracted by one thing at a time. Elias let out a long, slow sigh, flopping back on his bed.

"Something wrong, hmm?" Robin asked.

"No, just..."

"Recovering?"

"No, that's already happened."

"Ahhhh, you mean you're thinking of what happens next."

"...Maybe."

"Well, there is definite potential for more."

"What - mmmph!"

Elias bit off the moan that threatened to jump from his lips, suddenly pinned to the bed with a fox foot on his crotch. He bit his lips as he felt the toes sliding around either side of his bulge, feeling the slow strokes that came with those dexterous little digits.

"Mmmph..."

"Don't play coy, now. We both know what you like, and we both know that this isn't going to be the last time that we enjoy each other."

"You...Nnngh! Please..."

It was hard enough to think when he was looking at the barefoot fox. Feeling that foot on his cock right then, feeling the ball of the foot rubbing against his own sack and feeling the toes rubbing along his shaft through his pants was making him stiff as a board, and he swore that the front of his trousers were getting slick and messy.

But there was nothing he could do. He went limp and horny when he felt a foot on him, it seemed, and having it go directly for his dick...

He gasped for breath as Robin leaned in, more weight on his cock, more pressure from those toes as they pinched around the head of his shaft. The outlaw smiled.

"You want me to stop?"

"Mmmph...nngh..."

"That doesn't sound like a yeeees."

"Nnnngh!"

He tried to push Robin off, but the most he could manage was a little thrust of his hips, a little hump that was all the more embarrassing for the pleasure that it sent right down his shaft. The rabbit's cheeks burned bright red as he realized just how that must have looked, like he was trying to fuck the bottom of the outlaw's foot.

The embarrassment only got worse as he could see Robin's smile. Not cruel, not even smirking, but one that teased slightly and nudged him to enjoy himself. As did that foot, rolling so that the firmer stirrup side ground against his crotch.

"You want to be under this all the time, don't you?"

"Mmmph...I...I like..."

"You like feet."

Elias nodded, his cheeks burning.

"And, like me, you're a big pervert."

"...Mmmph..."

"Hehehe, oo-de-lolly, the church did a good job on you..."

The foot slid off of him, and he was able to breathe normally...or at least, pant, and then breathe normally. Shivering, the rabbit sat up again, his erection throbbing so hard in his pants that he swore it was going to split them right open.

Robin sat down beside him, the fox's feet planted flat on the ground to the rabbit's relief. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take the teasing rubbing, or the sight of them. The outlaw wrapped an arm around his shoulders, and the rabbit leaned against him.

"You aren't a bad guy, you know."

"I...I want to be good..."

"There's nothing wrong with what we were doing."

"But...it's supposed to be between...man and woman..."

"Yes? And?"

"...It's the law..."

"It's the law to give Prince John whatever he asks for, too. Is that good?"

"...No."

"So why listen to this one?"

"I...I don't know."

"That's better. You might not know, but better than following it blindly."

Clapping him on the shoulder, Robin stood up, stretching his arms over his head. The fox looked out the window, shook his head, then glanced back at Elias.

"I should get going before the Sheriff comes back this way. But if I ever need a safehouse again, I'll know whose door to knock on."

"You...you mean..."

"Well, why not? You certainly are a most accommodating host. Not only did you keep all the guards and the Sheriff from finding me, but you made sure to host me overnight, took care of me, and my needs."

Robin's surreptitious groping of his crotch did not help his embarrassment, but he doubted that the outlaw was trying to do that. Elias shivered, remembering how it felt to have that pressed against him as the fox continued.

"I think that we could work out a nice little arrangement. You keep me safe here, and I make sure that you get everything you want."

"I...you mean..."

"All that you got this time and more."

"Every time?"

"Every time."

"But...but what if the Sheriff finds out?"

"Then you leave the house and come with me to Sherwood."

"..."

"Oh, don't pretend you don't want to be under all of us."

The idea hadn't quite come into his head like that before, but he remembered his dream, and he remembered all those different pairs of feet pressing against him from all sides. The idea of having that as a day to day life was...surprisingly tempting, and he whimpered as he ground his dick against the dark spot forming in his trousers.

Robin smiled at him.

"Think about it, hmm? I'm off."

"Already?"

"Well, I did impose all night."

"But...but you could stay for...for a bit longer."

"Mmm, but then you'd just start eating your breakfast out from between my toes, and then we'd have to start all over again."

The thought hadn't occurred, but now it was stuck in his head. Elias's cheeks could not get any redder, he was sure of that much. It only got worse as Robin sat down, pulling his shoes over, and then paused to look up at him.

"Maybe I should leave these with you, hmm?"

"What? Why?"

"Oh, a souvenir, perhaps? Maybe something to show Sheriff, to tell him that you almost caught the dangerous outlaw, only for me to wiggle free at the last second."

"But what will you -"

"Perhaps I am starting to like the barefoot lifestyle."

The sudden image of Robin perpetually fleeing from the Sheriff while barefoot struck him. Thinking of the fox shoving his feet in the faces of his perpetual enemy, the idea of climbing castles with his toes curling around a rope, of using his toes to pick pockets...

Elias was ashamed, but the idea was too much. He came right then and there, messing his trousers with his seed. Even the outlaw stared at him for that.

"Too much?"

"Mmmmph..."

"...I'll leave you to clean that up. Ta."

And with that, Robin was gone, and Elias had a whole new mess to clean up. At least there was still some water to do it with...

The End