Kinktober 2023

day 24, primal play ⇢ arthur morgan

warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, dubcon but they're roleplaying, medium/low honor arthur, public sex, bondage 

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It was a stupid game, really, and you truly shouldn't be away from camp for such a long time. You tried to justify your absence by robbing and hunting as much as you could. This week, however, you were the one being hunted.

The rules were simple. Arthur would give you a day head start as you got as far away from camp as you could, and he would track you and eventually 'catch' you. You were careful not to make this game last longer than a week. The need to ravish each other and the obligation to be at camp were both too great to deny yourselves for too long.

In the beginning, you'd leave Arthur little gifts for him to find along the way. They'd have clues as to where you were going or small tidbits of the things you wanted him to do to you. He always made sure to keep your fantastical writings and make them a reality.

It was the anticipation that kept you on edge for as long as the game lasted. You never knew whether the rustling you heard was just the wind or Arthur coming to claim his prize.

You knew it was risky to turn your back, even just for a moment. Your fears came true when the familiar cool metal of a blade was pressed against your throat. You hadn't even heard him come up behind you.

"Now you oughta know better," Arthur's gravelly voice murmured against the shell of your ear. "Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be all alone out here... Not with dangerous outlaws running 'round these parts."

He dragged his knife slowly down your front, tracing every little dip and curve of your chest. You were ashamed by just how much his actions riled you up. He wrapped his bicep around your neck, keeping you trapped against him, as his knife trailed across the tops of your thighs.

"You one of 'em?" you questioned, pressing your ass into his groin.

You felt the scratchy fabric of his bandana brush against the side of your neck as he pressed his nose against you, breathing in your scent.

"Some would say that," he hummed before sliding his knife into the holster on the back of his belt. Your body hummed with excitement and something... more.

The rope of his lasso hit the back of your thigh, and he removed it from his belt with his free hand. "Hands behind your back, darlin'," he ordered, and you wriggled against his grasp, feigning to put up a fight.

He looped his foot around your ankle and brought you to kneel on the tall grass before pushing you to the ground. You thrashed in his grip as he settled his weight on your bottom half, and wrestled your hands behind your back, tying them together.

"What are you doing?" you whimpered, tugging against the rope that bound your wrists.

Arthur shimmied down to rest on the backs of your thighs and spread his hands across your ass, kneading the flesh there. "Little thing out here for the taking," he murmured as his hands trailed up your sides and slid under you to grope at your breasts.

You bit your lip, attempting to stifle the whine that threatened to escape you at his touch. He lifted himself so he was hovering over you and pulled your hips up so your ass was in the air, inviting his touch.

He slid a hand across your calf and then under your skirt. His calloused fingers drug over the smooth skin of your thighs before moving to caress your clothed heat. You gasped as he teased you through the thin fabric of your undergarments.

The unsheathing of his knife caused your ears to prick up and you felt the familiar cool metal of the blade pressed against your neck once again.

"Gonna keep quiet for me, darlin'?" Arthur questioned as he used his free hand to tug your undergarments down your legs, leaving you bare for him. You gasped as the cool night air brushed against your cunt.

You nodded quickly, "Yes, anything you want."

"That's what I thought," he hummed, satisfied with your answer.

At the clinking of his gun belt leaving his hips, you pressed your core against him whining at the feeling of the rough denim of his jeans against you. He was quick to free his weeping cock from his jeans. He stroked himself once and then twice before sliding his length between your folds, eliciting a breathy moan from you.

He leaned down so his chest was pressed against your back. "So wet for me, darlin'. You want this outlaw to use this pretty little cunt of yours?" he said as his breath fanned across your cheek, having pulled down his bandana at some point during your encounter.

He didn't give you enough time to answer before he was pushing his cock inside you, inch by aching inch. You groaned at the way he stretched you, the sharp prick of him entering you had you squirming.

He pushed your thighs further apart with one of his knees as he began to rock his hips against yours.

"Shit, darlin'," he hissed with the slow drag of hips leaving you a moaning mess under him. "Should tie you up more often."

Each rut of his hips was deeper and harder, filling the open air with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Arthur's soft grunts. He moved his knife away from your neck and trailed it down your back, the tip of it leaving goosebumps in its wake. He moved to drag his knife over your clothed breasts, each thrust of his hips pressing the blade dangerously close to your skin.

With his free hand, Arthur reached around you to rub harsh circles around your clit. His pace was brutal, but you loved every second of it. He tossed his knife to the side, opting to grip your hip with one hand while the other stroked your clit.

A jolt ran through your being as a harsh smack lands across your ass, earning a yelp from you. Arthur was quick to run a soothing hand over the reddened flesh as his hips stuttered against yours.

"Good girl," he grunted, and his praise went straight to your core.

He landed three more smacks across your ass before you were cumming harshly on his cock, squeezing him in a vice grip while your orgasm ripped through you. Each drag of his hips through your heat was bringing him closer to the brink as his pace increased. He came with a strangled groan as he filled you to the brim, his white hot load coating your walls.

You relished the feeling of him inside you. His cock twitched as he came down from his orgasm and his hips slowed. Within a few moments, he was pulling out of you and a whine was escaping your lips. You loved the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and covering your thighs, and Arthur groaned at the sight.

"So beautiful," he hummed as his fingers danced across your thighs.

You rolled onto your back, grinning, "Think this was the quickest you've caught me."

Arthur grunted, "I had Charles teach me a few tricks. Told him I needed some help hunting."

You laughed as you looked up to the stars. You'd have to give Charles your thanks.