#qilinxingg

It was supposed to be a simple outing. You were tired of being stuck at the camp in Horseshoe Overlook, and Arthur, being the good fellow that he is — or perhaps a little tired of hearing you complain —decided to take you out for a ride. You wasted no time and quickly mounted your horse, eager to finally have some time alone, but mainly to be with the outlaw.

Your relationship with Arthur was unique. Both of you had acknowledged your feelings some time ago, yet it seemed as though your relationship had taken a step backward: he appeared to be somehow afraid to touch you, always avoiding any contact beyond what was appropriate.

You were tired of it. You wanted more than those tender touches that caused butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to feel all those sensations you heard other women talk about with him. And you were tired of using your imagination. After all, you were sweet on each other, right?

So you put your plan into action. After tying up the horses, you sat on a rock while watching him fish, and after some casual talk, you decided to confront him.

Just the question made him look closely at you, with a raised eyebrow and a confused expression. He quickly replied, and you tried not to blush. “Of course, darlin'. What's the question for?”

“Nothin'. Jus wonderin'…”

“That's a dangerous game.” Arthur joked, but realizing you hadn't said anything, he abandoned his fishing rod and approached you. He gently held your chin and lifted your face. Just this simple touch sent shivers down your spine, and you clenched your hands on your skirt. “What's making you so sad, huh?”

You swallowed hard as you stared into his beautiful blue-green eyes. You couldn't lose your nerve!

“It's your fault.”

Surprised, he slowly removed his hand from your chin and placed it on top of yours as he slowly knelt down. Arthur stared at you with lost and regretful eyes, as if he felt guilty for causing you great distress, and you did everything you could not to give up on it all and say it was no big deal.

“I…” For the first time, he seemed to be at a loss for words. “Did I do something I shouldn't have, sweetheart?”

“No, it's not that. It's more something ya didn't do…”

With this ambiguous response, Arthur became even more confused and lost. Something he hadn't done? He cleared his throat and caressed your delicate fingers, trying to get you to explain further.

“Ma sweet girl, I'm really confused. But I'm sorry if I did something to hurt you, that was never my intention.”

With that, he took your hands and brought them to his mouth, kissing them tenderly as if they would break. Your cheeks grew hot, and your entire body seemed to boil. That was the last straw. You couldn't take it anymore.

So you stood up suddenly, once again catching poor Arthur off guard. With each passing second, he became more confused.

You stared at him with a flushed face and took a deep breath.

“Arthur, you don't like my body, is that it?”

Again, the confusion never left his face. However, before he could say anything, you continued.

“Since we said we liked each other, you haven’t tried to touch me even once. Whenever we’re about to get to the point where things get more daring, either something happens or you push me away.” You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I like your gentle touches and kisses, but I also want more. I don’t want you to hold back with me, Arthur.”

You fell silent and breathed quickly, trying to control the nervousness spreading through your body. You turned away, trying to control your tears.

What a fool. He'll think you're desperate.

The sound of Arthur getting up reached your ears, and before you could pull away, he pulled you against his strong chest and wrapped his arms around your body.

"Thank you for telling me how you feel. Really. And I…I really didn't want to make ya feel that way. I didn't want to scare ya or anything, so I thought it was better not to rush into things and ruin everything like the stupid bastard that I was. I should've noticed. Sorry, darlin'."

“Oh, Arthur. It's okay. I could have tell ya everything earlier.” You leaned against him and caressed his cheek, feeling his stubble. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him, watching his cheeks turn pink. “Thank you for understanding.”

“Always, sweetheart.” He smiled and kissed your forehead, running his fingers through your hair. “Actually, I didn't want to scare you.”

You smiled and ran your hands over his broad back. “I would never leave you, Arthur. Never. But why would you think that would happen?”

Once again, his cheeks turned pink, and he tried to cover them with his hat. You laughed and moved your hands up to his shoulders. “I didn't know big bad outlaw Arthur Morgan could be so shy.”

“Darlin', I…”

“What? What can be so bad that ya wanna hide from me?"

It was after that question that it all started. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, you were straddling a rock with Arthur's mouth on your nipples. One of his arms wrapped tightly around your body, preventing you from moving, and the other gently squeezed your other breast.

Throughout all this, he hadn't touched the center of your legs even once. However, that didn't stop the wetness from settling there and increasing with every moment you felt his wet tongue touch your nipple.

Your clitoris throbbed against your drawers, and you, trying to find some relief, began to rub yourself against Arthur's clothed leg. He squeezed your waist tighter.

"Ya don't move, until I say so, alright darlin'?" His husky voice whispered in your ear, making you moan eagerly. God, how much you needed him.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, trying to feel his body against yours. Getting no response from you, his mouth enveloped your other nipple and bit it lightly, making you moan again.

“D'ya hear me? I wanna hear your sweet voice, princess.”

You took a deep breath.

“Yes, Arthur. I won't move…”

He kissed your cheek affectionately, making you melt. What did you do to deserve a man like this to call your own?

“That's my girl. My sweet girl.”

The compliments warmed the pit of your stomach, and you nestled into the crook of his neck. It felt so good to receive compliments from him.

His calloused hand left your chest and snaked down to your hip, sending shivers of anticipation through your entire body.

Finally.

Your skirts were lifted and Arthur came face to face with the products of arousal that your pussy had been releasing throughout the lengthy teasing. You bit your lip, embarrassed.

"Look at'chu, what a mess. I haven't even touched you properly yet and ya already all wet. Ma darlin', ya are really desperate, aren't ya?”

You moaned in embarrassment and tried to close your thighs, but Arthur's strong grip prevented them from moving.

"Where do ya think ya are goin'? Let me see that pretty pussy of ya, sweetheart. Ya'll show me, ain't ya?"

You nodded without thinking twice, eager to feel his fingers finally touch you there. Arthur smiled and removed your drawers, finally revealing your pussy hidden between your curls.

You nodded without thinking twice, eager to feel his fingers finally touch you there. Arthur smiled and removed your drawers, finally revealing your pussy hidden between your pubic curls.

You sighed with relief and, fighting your shyness, opened your legs wider, revealing yourself to him. Hearing no response or anything of the sort, you slowly lifted your heavy head.

“Arthur?” You called out in a breathless voice.

However, your voice did not reach the outlaw's ears, who was completely focused on the liquid slowly leaking from your pussy. His mouth went dry and the air seemed to leave his lungs.

A sudden thirst settled in his throat. He looked like a drunk staring at his favorite drink before drinking it. Like a predator staring at its prey before attacking.

“Arthur?” This time, your voice reached him and his blue-green eyes stared at you. He swallowed hard and squeezed your thighs.

“Shit, darlin’. Ya don’t know how much time I was waitin’ for this.” And slowly, his mouth moved closer until you felt his breath against your throbbing clit.

And suddenly, his wet tongue ran all over your pussy, making you scream and shake your whole body. Your screams were music to his ears.

“Arthur…what are you doing!?”

Instead of answering, the outlaw began to suck all over your pussy, alternating between your clit and your little hole. Your whole body arched, and you began to press your thighs against his head.

Sweat accumulated on your forehead, and it became increasingly difficult to control your panting breath. All you could do was moan loudly and grab the man's brown hair so he wouldn't leave.

The only thought in your little head was how his tongue wrapped around your clitoris and licked your inner walls.

At no moment did Arthur cease the abuse of your sensitive pussy. He sucked desperately, as if he wanted to extract even more of the sweet nectar that ran down your thighs.

With each lick, Arthur felt more and more intoxicated and addicted. It tasted like a cold whiskey after a long and exhausting day. God, how long had he been missing out on this?

“God damn, sweetheart, ya taste like heaven.”

His blue eyes, filled with lust, stared at your expression lost in pleasure. You couldn't be more beautiful: messy hair and a few stray strands stuck to your face; rosy cheeks; mouth open in a perfect “o” and teary eyes, which seemed to beg for more of his gentle and precise touch.

Looking like a fucking masterpiece.

Suddenly, he pulled away, causing you to whimper and grumble at the loss of his tongue.

“Why did you stop?”

Arthur let out a hoarse laugh and brought his calloused fingers close to your moist heat. The movement made your clitoris contract with excitement and caused waves of heat to run through your entire body.

“What a desperate darlin' I have. Can't wait a second.” He smiled and slipped a finger inside you, feeling the wet walls squeeze him. He let out a moan, unable to stop thinking about what it would feel like to feel this tightness around his cock. Just that thought was enough to make his member throb against his pants.

He could wait. Your pleasure was more important right now.

“Oh my God, Arthur!” You moaned loudly and squeezed his hair tighter in your sweaty hand. God, a single finger of his seemed to fill you as much as two of yours. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel his cock there. Would you feel full?

You whimpered, and Arthur added another finger, opening you up and stretching you even more. His other hand moved over your sensitive clitoris, making you writhe with pleasure.

"Look at'chu, drippin' all over ma fingers. Is that what'cha wanted, princess?"

You moaned once more and began to move against the thrusts created by his fingers inside you. With each movement, you could hear the obscene sounds of your soaked pussy. “Yes, Arthur…it feels so good. Don't stop, please.”

“Yeah, that's ma good girl. So sweet n perfect for me. How could a bastard like me deserve someone like ya?”

“You're…You're worth of it, Arthur. God, I love ya so much.” Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from the stimulation you were receiving. God, you couldn't take it much longer.

Arthur grunted and kissed your red cheek gently, then your half-open lips. Your hands moved to his cheeks, feeling the wet stubble of his beard against your warm hands. The kiss was a mess of tongues and saliva, but neither of you cared. You could taste your sweetness in his mouth.

“I love ya too, ma darlin',” he said with his mouth close to yours, feeling your rapid breathing. “Could ya take another one for me?”

You nodded slowly and Arthur smiled slyly.

“Such a good girl.” And so the third finger went inside you, widening the small cavity even more. God, you already felt so full. You moaned against him and your mouths joined once more.

His fingers didn't stop even once, abusing your little pussy once again. Every time they left your warmth, you could hear the wet noises it made.

When you started to feel short of breath, you pulled away and clung to him like a fragile branch as his fingers quickly moved in and out.

“Arthur.” You called him slowly. “I'm not gonna last any longer…”

“Come for me, sweetheart. I got ya.” He pressed your body against his and started kissing your neck, making you moan. "I can't wait until ya take ma cock. Shit, ya are goin' to be so perfect. All open n full of me. What a damn vision."

You moaned at the sight and squeezed the fabric of his shirt until your fingers were almost white.

"This pretty n needy pussy will take me so good. So perfect that maybe ya won't be able to walk straight after that. Is that what ya want, isn't it darlin'?

“Yes! Yes! I want it so badly, Arthur.” You practically screamed as your walls squeezed his fingers. Your mind went blank, and you came against his fingers. You whimpered, and your tired body literally melted against his, recovering from your orgasm.

Slowly he withdrew his fingers and sighed as he lost the tightness between them. Arthur laughed when he saw that his whole hand was wet and brought it to his mouth, tasting your divine flavor once again. “Look at this, all wet and so sweet.”

“Stop it…” You blushed and nestled into his neck, embarrassed. With his other hand, Arthur gently caressed your head.

“You did so good, princess.” He kissed your cheek, making you laugh. Soon after, he joined his mounth on yours.

“Thank you.” You said as you pressed your forehead against his.

"Anythin' f'ya. But sweetheart, next time I'll show you what really means lose your mind. Jus like ya want it."

The sweet promise sent pleasant shivers throughout your body.

For the first time since Blackwater's sudden departure, the gang seemed alive again. Laughter and music filled Horseshoe Overlook, celebrating Sean's return.

The smell of whiskey invaded your nostrils as you let the liquid fill your mouth and slide down your throat, burning it slightly. You closed your eyes for a moment, settling into the intense flavor, and set the small glass down on the wooden table for the third time.

The alcohol slowly spreading through your veins made your body and mind relaxed and sluggish, not much to your liking. Of course, you liked to have fun and let your worries go for a few moments. After all, being always alert was also tiring. However, you didn't like feeling vulnerable.

“Take it easy, girl. Why're ya so eager to drink? It's still early in the evening,” Tilly commented as she took a sip directly from the bottle. You refilled your glass and drank it in one gulp.

“I know why.” Karen's treacherous voice was heard as she approached you. You could sense her mischievous smile from afar. “It's because of Arthur.”

You gritted your teeth and tapped her lightly, making her laugh. The words came out of your mouth more slowly.

“I don't think anyone needs to know.”

“Ya don't make any effort to hide it.”

You hated that everyone seemed to notice your little crush on the outlaw. In fact, you didn't make much effort to hide it: the indiscreet and lingering glances every time he came back from hunting or some kind of work, especially when the shirt and pants he wore showed off all his firm muscles; the smiles and the affectionate voice when he spoke to you; or when your bodies made the slightest contact, and your face flushed, and your stomach warmed with ecstasy.

Everyone saw it except him. All this disinterest he showed frustrated you, and that was why you went back to filling the small cup, in what seemed like an endless cycle.

You really were so stupid. Suffering for years over a man who was still — or should be, according to your own opinion — lost in the charms of that Mary girl. What did she have besides a pretty face?

You sighed. That was the drink talking. Of course Mary, raised in luxury and security, wasn't going to change her lifestyle for anyone, even if it meant abandoning the man she loved. No one wanted to be the target of the law.

“I'm so tired of this shit...” You muttered, running your fingers across your forehead to relieve the headache that was setting in. The small glass was abandoned, and your hand lifted the bottle, sticking it straight into your mouth.

“If you're tired, why don't you just say how you feel?” Mary-Beth suggested calmly, looking at you expectantly.

That's easy to say.

“Because he rejects all advances from any girl in the gang, and I really don't want to ruin what we have now.”

They looked at each other and laughed softly. If you could see the way Arthur looked at you and cared about you, you wouldn't have so many doubts.

You laughed awkwardly and rested your cheek on your palm, remaining silent for a few moments, until Karen placed many whiskey bottles on the table.

“Well, I think you're goin' to need a drink to get that out.”

“Karen, I already told you...”

“What Karen is tryin' to say,” Abigail spoke for the first time, drawing everyone's attention to her, “is that you don't have to say anything if you don't feel ready. But it's true that this weight you're carrying is hurtin' you. You can't keep it there forever. You have to think that you're doin' this for yourself. If he doesn't want anything to do with you, you have to get it into your head that you don't deserve that and that you have to get on with your life. Neither you nor anyone else deserves to live like that."

You lowered your head and stared at your fingers. Abigail was right, you couldn't keep those feelings inside you anymore. Although rejection hurts, you would have to accept it and move on, just as you had done with all the ups and downs that had come your way in life. You would accept it like the strong woman you are.

Your gaze lifted and rested on Abigail. You raised your hand and placed it on top of hers, caressing it gently. She herself had gone through this with John, but she remained firm and unshaken. Despite the pain, she had a son to take care of.

And besides, he was the one who was losing a fantastic woman like her.

“Thank you. All of you.”

Everyone smiled, and Tilly spoke. “We girls need to stick together to face this world.”

You laughed, and your gaze fell on the untouched bottles.

“Well, if I'm really going to do this, I think I need a little drink.”

Karen smiled slyly and picked up the bottle, opening it. She handed it to you and opened another one for herself.

“C'mon, girls. Today is for drinking!”

***

You couldn't tell if this had been a good idea or not. Your nervous system was so lost in alcohol that you couldn't form a single coherent thought.

“Hey, he's here!” Mary-Beth's enthusiastic voice entered your ears, surprising you. You raised your head in alarm. “Ya weren't asleep, were ya?”

You couldn't tell for sure.

“No... But who's here?”

“Arthur, silly. Now's your chance!”

Hearing his name, your body gained strength, and you stood up in one go. However, this only made you stagger and almost lose your balance. But luckily for you, Tilly was there to help. You thanked her quietly and leaned your limp body on her.

Abigail sighed. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Karen's loud laughter interrupted her. She walked over to you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you toward her.

“'Course she can! Now that she's had her little ‘incentive’, she can do anything! Ya can do it, girl!”

You nodded slowly and smiled. You grabbed another bottle and brought it to your mouth, drinking the liquid in one gulp. The whiskey burned the surface of your throat, but you didn't worry about it like you did the first few times. On the contrary, it seemed to give you more desire to speak to Arthur bluntly.

“I'm going to—” You laughed, speaking slowly. It seemed like your tongue was tied, and you couldn't form a coherent sentence. “I'm going to show him what he's missing.”

"That's right, girl. Ya can do it."

Then Karen put the bottle down on the table and motioned for you to come closer. Slowly, you did as she asked, and she grabbed the collar of your shirt, making you frown.

“What are you doing?”

“Trust me,” she said as she unbuttoned the top three buttons of your shirt, creating a risky neckline that gave a glimpse of your beautiful breasts trapped by the corset. “This way, he won't be able to resist.”

“God, Karen...” Abigail sighed, placing her hand on her forehead.

“I want to see how she wakes up tomorrow. It'll be quite a sight.”

Mary-Beth agreed with Tilly's comment, which you completely ignored. Karen took off the shawl you had and placed it next to her bottle.

"Now, listen carefully to what I'm going to tell ya. Ya go over to that bonfire, show off the best of your little body and what it can offer if he wants to. He'll go crazy when he sees ya like that. I can even picture his face: rosy cheeks, wide eyes, open mouth. Ya'll thank me tomorrow. But ya have to take a chance, you hear? If you don't take a chance, you won't get anywhere."

You nodded and patted her arms lightly. “Don't worry, I'll do as you say.”

She smiled and you walked slowly toward the campfire. Each step you took was in sync with your heartbeat, which quickened when you first saw him that night.

It was impossible not to recognize his back among the other men. Broad, firm shoulders, so wide they looked like a mountain range.

And, well, you were more than ready to climb it.

Returning to your rhythm, you headed for the campfire, where most of the men — except Dutch, Strauss, and Bill — were settling in. The beautiful melody coming from Javier's guitar harmoniously filled your ears, but it wasn't enough to drown out your heartbeat.

“Oh, look who’s here.” Sean’s loud voice alerted everyone to your presence, causing all eyes to turn to you.

However, the only pair of eyes that mattered to you were the blue-green ones staring silently at you, revealing a special attention hidden between his bright irises. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the violent way your heart was beating against your chest.

Heavens, just one look from him almost gave you a heart attack.

“Are ya here to say you're happy to see me? I didn't know ya cared s'much about me, but don't worry. Your big Sean's back—”

Any nonsense that came out of Sean's mouth went completely unnoticed, as you quickly passed him and headed toward Arthur, who stood up straight on top of the box where he was sitting.

Once again, your alcohol-addled mind was lost in its fantasies. What would it be like to sit on his lap, to feel his big, rough hands slide over your body, as if trying to memorize all your curves and weak spots? You could already feel your body heating up, and it wasn't just from the drink. What would it be like to feel his firm, muscular body against you, while he whispered words of devotion and promises in your ear that made your heat expel liquid pleasure?

You hadn't even started doing anything, and you could already feel your excitement making its way into your drawers.

After a few seconds of hesitation, and finally noticing the man's confused look, you finally spoke.

“D'you have space here?”

Well, it was all or nothing now.

“Hm…” Arthur scratched his beard and looked away from you for a moment, trying to ignore the fact that everyone's attention was focused on the two of you. “Shore, I reckon there's space for both of us—”

Before he could finish his sentence, you sat on his lap and wrapped your hands around his neck, taking not only him but everyone around you by surprise with your bold move. You didn't care about the laughter of some of the men present. You just focused on him.

Arthur, still surprised to have you between his thighs, stiffened against your body and his cheeks slowly turned pink. He hid his face with his hat. It was clear that the poor man didn't know what to do.

The truth is that he was sweet on you for a long time. Your gentle, yet tough and ruthless personality had attracted him to you from the moment you joined the gang. And even though you had what could be called a friendship, he couldn't resist dreaming of having something more with you.

Even after what had happened with Mary, Arthur saw in you an opportunity to finally love and be loved by someone who truly understood him. Who saw him for who he was.

Not Arthur Morgan, the most trusted associate of the Van Der Linde gang, with a $5,000 bounty on his head.

With you, he could just be Arthur, and have a life close to normal. No guns, no fights, no fears.

Just a simple moment of peace in his messy life.

But now, finally holding you in his arms, Arthur couldn't believe what was happening.

It must be the drink. It makes anyone lose their logic. A part of him thought. No one in their right mind would ever fall in love with someone like him, destined to destroy. Not to create.

However, when you looked at him with those big bright eyes, he couldn't take his eyes off you. Slowly, his eyes moved down, capturing every movement of your body. Your pink mouth opened, and you slowly exhaled, and his gaze followed intently the drop of sweat that trickled down your neck and disappeared into the visible valley of your breasts.

He clenched his hand against the denim of his pants. You had never worn such a revealing neckline, and the idea certainly hadn't come from you. He narrowed his eyes, and the person who could be responsible for this quickly came to mind.

Karen. Arthur was still wondering whether to thank her or give her a piece of his mind the next time he saw her.

However, never in his life had he wanted so badly to bury his mouth there and lose himself in your milky breasts. To leave his mark there. Damn, he felt like a bloody teenager.

The whiskey seemed to be affecting him too. But Arthur knew his limits: you weren't in perfect condition, and he wasn't going to take advantage of you like that.

If, one day, the situation was reversed, and with your consent, he wouldn't think twice.

But for now, he would think with his brain, not with his friend, who would soon be hard as a rock.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his firm chest, causing you to let out a surprised sigh and a joyful reaction from the people around you.

You blinked a few times, trying to process that your desperate act had worked. So you smiled and laid your head on his firm shoulder as you watched him take a few more sips of the orange liquid.

With each sip he took, his Adam's apple moved temptingly, preventing you from looking away. God, you wanted to lick it right there so much.

Before you could do anything, Arthur seemed to notice your gaze and stared back at you in the same way, as he placed the bottle next to the box where you were sitting.

“You...” You tried to start, but your throat felt dry. “Aren't you uncomfortable with me sitting on your lap?”

Arthur smiled as he absentmindedly moved his heavy hand on your thigh. Even though you were fully clothed, it felt like Arthur was touching your bare skin. You wondered what it would feel like to feel his warm touch against your naked body.

“No. If that was the case, ya'd already be on the floor.”

You laughed.

“Is that what you do to working girls when they try to touch you? That's very ungentlemanly of you, Mr. Morgan.”

This time it was his turn to laugh, and you sat up straight on his lap when you heard the happy sound. It was rare to see him smile so happily, and you liked seeing him like that.

Serene, relaxed. As if nothing else mattered.

You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard him grumble, and then felt his arms tighten around your waist. As if trying to keep you from moving.

“What's your real plan, woman?” His hoarse, serious voice made you sigh. His eyes tried to analyze you thoroughly. You hoped you hadn't done anything wrong.

In any case, the damage was already done from the moment you crossed the line of casual friendship by sitting on his lap. Your dignity had already disappeared from the moment you started drinking.

Now was not the time to back down.

So you moved closer to him, pressing your breasts against his chest. This way, your noses were only a few inches apart. You could feel his breathing change: it became heavier, as if he were waiting for your next move, so he could breathe again.

You used your most seductive voice and stared at him with your big, bright eyes.

“Are you nervous, Arthur?”

“I reckon I asked ya a question first.”

However, his frantic heartbeat against your chest gave him away.

“Your heart seems to be more sincere than your head.” You teased him, receiving a glare in response.

Arthur's grip on your waist and thigh tightened, as if trying to warn you that you were playing a dangerous game.

“Since ya seem so determined to ignore me, I'll refresh your little lost mind. What it seems to me is,” he brought his mouth close to your ear, speaking in a sarcastic tone. You could smell the intoxicating scent of whiskey with every word he spoke. “That by coming here drunk, with your breasts almost completely exposed, and sittin' on my lap on your own free will, ya're tryin' to make me lose ma mind. Is that what ya're tryin' to do, pretty girl? Answer me.”

You squeezed his shoulders with your hands, anxiously, until your fingers were almost white. Your body seemed to combust with every word he spoke. And the whiskey in your body wasn't helping.

Arthur slowly emerged from his hiding place and his greenish-blue eyes stared at you intensely. You could see the tension in his jaw, as if he were holding himself back.

You didn't want him to hold back. So, like a snake wrapping itself around its victim's body, you put your nose against his and spoke sweetly.

“What if I'm doing that? Is it working?”

And you delivered your fatal blow.

And his control was hanging by a thread. You smiled slyly, and I could see the tension in your expression: in the darkness that enveloped in his eyes, in his dilated nostrils, which expelled air abruptly; in his stiff body and in his agitated heartbeat.

Hm? Your body stopped and the excitement coursing through your veins seemed to disappear in a matter of seconds. Did you go too far and he didn't like it?

“Get up.”

“Now.”

Your body moved mechanically and you stood up, shaken. You'd fucked up big time and completely destroyed one of the best friendships you'd ever had by acting like a bitch in heat.

You bit your lip as you tried to control the tears that filled your eyes, feeling the bittersweet sensation of rejection. What were you going to do now? You lowered your head.

Or worse, how would you face yourself tomorrow, knowing the mistake you'd made? You would never forgive yourself and you wouldn't be able to face the disgusted expression he would throw at you.

You already felt disgusted with yourself, even in this state.

With each passing second, it became harder to control your emotions. You could feel everyone's prying eyes on the two of you. How humiliating. They must have thought you were ridiculous, desperate, behaving like the lowest prostitute there could be.

Of course Arthur wouldn't stay with you. No, compared to Mary - the beautiful, educated and intelligent Mary - you were the most futile woman he must ever have met. Shameless, despicable.

At no point did you even lift your eyes from the floor, and Arthur, realizing this, gently picked up your face. When he realized you were pale, his blue-green irises widened in concern. Just a few seconds ago you were perfectly fine. Happy, bold, beautiful. He needed to use his last thread of control not to throw himself at you.

You couldn't breathe properly, you seemed to be running out of air. Your stomach rolled, both from drinking too much and from anxiety, and you began to see everything spinning around.

Maybe the drink had made you ill. Arthur had no idea how many bottles you'd drunk, but from the state of you, it looked like you'd already had a good amount of whisky.

Without wasting any time, strong arms went around your body again and picked you up easily, as if you weighed nothing. From afar, he could hear the whistles and snide comments of some of the gang members, but once again, they went completely unnoticed.

Damn drunks.

He walked over to the grove of trees near the camp, and when he noticed that you were getting restless, he set you down on the ground again. You quickly pulled away from him - as if his touch hurt you or something - leaned forward, and vomited.

You wished that the regret and shame would come out too.

Taking your breath away, the bitter taste rose quickly, leaving you with watery eyes and skin covered in cold sweat. It felt like your whole being was being expelled at once.

You felt one of Arthur's hands on your back, stroking you affectionately, while the other went to your hair, pulling it close to your mouth. "Let it all go. Ya're doin' good, darlin'. Good girl."

You felt the tears run down your face. How could he still be so good and kind to you?

In the end, you let a long sigh escape from the back of your throat. Although you no longer felt that nausea, the previous feelings still remained, just like Arthur's comforting touch on the small of your back.

You had to apologize, but you couldn't face him.

“I...” You couldn't control your trembling voice. It made you feel small, weak. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I... I feel so stupid. Taking advantage of you like that, what an idiot."

So you stood up, with his help, and walked away, wiping away the tears that were silently streaming down your face. You turned around, but at no point did you turn to face him.

Arthur stared at your reddened face with confusion. And why weren't you looking him in the eye? "What do you-?"

"You must think I'm such a despicable, horrible woman, and rightly so. Even I feel that way. I don't even dare look at you now because I'm so ashamed. It's enough what you said before, with the tone you took, and I understand if you don't want to see me in your life anymore."

Every word that came out of your mouth was like plunging a knife straight into your heart several times.

"Now I know why you were always going after Mary and never looked at me with love. She must be a much better person than me: kind, pleasant. She mustn't be someone as deplorable as me who doesn't even care about the feelings of the man she loves. And now I've ruined everything, our friendship, which was so precious to me. What have I done to throw away such a precious friendship? I'm really stupid."

Arthur, on the other hand, even though he was listening carefully to your words, couldn't understand the situation. So he decided to intervene again. “Darlin', I...”

By now, tears were streaming down your messy face and loud sobs were leaving your mouth. You put your hands up to your face, trying to hide it.

There had never been a time when you wished you were dead.

After a few silent seconds, you heard Arthur's footsteps approaching. Slowly, as if you were some kind of animal he didn't want to frighten. He grabbed your hands and pulled them away, his strength overpowering yours.

One of his hands took your wet chin and raised it, forcing you to face him for the first time since you arrived there. Contrary to what you'd expected, his eyes didn't look at you with contempt, but rather with concern and sadness, as if what you'd said had hurt him too.

Arthur took a deep breath through his nose and stared at you seriously, while his other hand joined the other, resting on your wet cheek. His finger wiped away your tears.

You nodded, trying to calm your sobs.

"Now, ya're goin' to listen to me properly. No interruptions, are we clear?"

"When I told ya to get up, it wasn't for you to think that I didn't like what ya did or that I felt ya violated my personal space. That was never ma idea. On the contrary," he paused and continued to wipe away your tears. With that little pause, you were able to control your sobs. "It was to control myself. Even though ya are a walking fucking temptress, you were drunk and didn't want to cross a line you didn't want to when you got sober again."

“But then...what were you going to do?”

He smiled softly. “I was just going to take you for a walk.”

Of course. You wouldn't be drinking again so soon.

He slowly kissed your forehead and you felt his beard lightly scratch your skin. You smiled shyly.

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away, feeling that horrible feeling inside you disappear, and automatically, your body and mind calmed down.

“But about what ya just said.” Arthur began and you clasped your hands together nervously, mentally preparing yourself for what he was going to say. "Mary really was an important part of my life, I've never loved someone as much as I loved her and I never really got over her rejection. But when ya came along, always ready to listen to me, to advise me, to welcome me as I really am, Mary disappeared for a moment from my mind. And that happened more and more often every time I met you. Until the day came when it no longer hurt me so much to think about her. About what happened between us. Because now I had someone who looked at me for myself, who accepted me completely and didn't judge me."

“So...” When you felt his voice become huskier than usual, he coughed. “Sorry, I'm not used to talking so much.”

You swallowed, feeling the tears gathering in your eyes again. A feeling of sudden happiness settled over your whole body. You tried to memorize every word of his confession. As if you didn't want to forget what he was telling you.

You laughed and stood on tiptoe, gluing your lips to the corner of his mouth, taking him by surprise. “It's okay, I know what you mean, Arthur.”

In the dim light coming from the camp, he could see your bright eyes and loving expression. How could someone as ugly as him be looked at with such love?

“Even so, I want to tell ya everything.” He brought your fingers to his mouth, kissing them gently, as if he feared hurting them. You saw his red cheeks and his anxious breathing. He was as nervous as you were. "Every time you did somethin' for me, my heart warmed. Or even when ya always came to greet me after a long day out, when you brought me some food that you'd saved for when I got back, my feelings for you only grew. And it grew so strong that I couldn't look away from you. I wanted to know everything, I wanted ya to trust me, to touch me with as much love as you do now, with so much affection and admiration. I really don't deserve all this love you give me, sweetheart, but I won't waste it. I'm a man with stained hands destined to destroy, but when ya look at me with those eyes of yours, I can't leave you. My only option is to return your love in the same way."

He really didn't deserve you.

You couldn't stop smiling. The man you loved was telling you that he loved you just the same. You didn't need an “I love you”. Hearing these words from a man like him, who hardly opens up - except for the blank pages of his diary - was enough for you.

And what's more, you could see his love through his eyes.

A tear ran down your cheek, but this time it was from the emotion of the moment. No sadness, just pure happiness.

"As long as you're the Arthur I know, there's nothing that could make me leave you. After all, I'm a tough woman. I'm not easily shaken."

He laughed.

"That's true. I can't resist your serious face. It's adorable."

"Adorable!? You should know, Mr. Morgan, that this face you say is adorable has already robbed men blind and even killed some in self-defense."

You stared at him in disbelief as you felt his warm hand caress your waist.

He raised an eyebrow. “Are ya telling me to be careful?”

“Maybe.”

You laughed and he put his forehead to yours, taking the opportunity to rub your noses together. The whole thing made your stomach warm.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

When breathlessness set in, you pulled apart and the line of saliva joining the two mouths appeared. You smiled breathlessly and moved closer to his ear.

This time, you wasted no time in nodding and joined your mouth to his. Just as you had both wanted to do for so long.

“I love you.”

He laughed hoarsely and kissed your mouth for a brief moment.

“Me too.”

You couldn't wait for what came next.

You swallowed hard, feeling your throat dry. Your tired eyelids fluttered slowly, revealing signs of sleepiness. However, Arthur didn't want that to happen, as he quickly cupped your chin with one hand, forcing you to look at him.

“There is no time to sleep, darlin'.” His hoarse voice echoed in your ears as you stared blankly at his features. “Not when ya are take ma cock so good on your lil n tight cunt.”

And to emphasize his words, Arthur moved slowly, causing sensations of pleasure throughout your body. You moaned and pressed your body closer to him.

Ah, you remember now. He was still inside you. Stretching you and filling you, so he could keep his cum deep inside you.

Arthur laughed and kissed your warm cheek.

“My sweet girl is so lost in pleasure. Can't even think clearly.” He laughed hoarsely against your ear, causing you to squeeze his member with your wet walls. He moaned loudly. “All you can think about is my cock, isn't it, sweetheart? What a good girl I have.”

“Arthur... 'S too much.” You said breathlessly, feeling the tears of overstimulation slowly trickle down your eyes. God, how many times had you come? Three? Four times?

However, nothing seemed to stop him. In just a few minutes to catch his breath, Arthur was ready to shoot another load of cum inside your sensitive cunt.

He smiled and slowly sealed your mouth with his. “C'mon princess, ya can give me another one, can't ya?”

Well, you were still completely wet. So you looked at him and nodded. With your confirmation, Arthur smiled slyly and grabbed your two numb legs, placing them on top of his strong shoulders.

And after that, he wasted no more time. His quick and merciless thrusts returned, completely violating your small, hot heat. It seemed he was trying to intimidate your cervix. You moaned loudly and scratched his firm arms, trying not to lose your breath completely.

Tears of pleasure ran down your rosy cheeks, and Arthur bent down to kiss them. At no point did his thrusts stop. “Look at'chu. I knew you could take it like a good girl. Doin' so good f'me.”

Your fingers moved up to his brown hair, gripping it as if trying to find some kind of support. In contrast, his fingers moved to your clitoris, stimulating it once again.

“Arthur! I'm... I'm so close...” You stared at him, lost in the words that came out of your mouth. He smiled and moved closer, wrapping his strong body around yours, as if it were some kind of fortress.

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too. Jus... Jus a lil more f'me. C'mon.”

You joined your mouth to his, causing a confusion of tongues, teeth, and saliva. But neither of you cared.

And so, after a few seconds, your orgasm swept through your body like an avalanche, making you moan loudly. Then Arthur came too, filling your wet pussy once again with his liquid, this time deep inside.

You fell onto the bed, tired and full. Arthur followed you, panting, and nestled into you. At no point did Arthur pull his cock out, and when you asked him what he was going to do, he replied.

“Need to keep it deep inside you, darling. No waste here.”

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 (NSFW) - you decide to ask Arthur why he doesn't want anything more than light kisses and innocent touches.

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒, 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 (SFW) - you tell Arthur how you feel about him. or at least, you try to.

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