The Outlaw and the Amazon Ch. 02

When Will woke up the next morning, he looked around, only to find Sitala sleeping next to him, arms and legs wrapped around him. He tried to get out of her embrace without waking her up but failed. Therefore, when Sitala woke up, she found herself wrapped around Will, who was trying to escape her grasp.

After letting go, Sitala, still blushing, lit a fire, while Will found some more rations in his bag. As the two ate the warmed rations, they talked.

"So, Will, where are you heading?" Sitala asked, trying to hide her nervousness and failing.

"The ultimate destination is north of here, a port city." Will replied. "In the meantime, there is a cabin in the woods that should have everything I need to stay for a while."

"Uhm, I know the place you are talking about. Would you mind if I met you there?" The nervousness oozed from her voice.

Will shrugged. "Sure. Not like I own you. You can get up and leave anytime you want."

Sitala bit her lip. "Thank you."

Will thought for a moment. "Now that I think about it, I have an idea." Sitala motioned him to go on. "I presume you will want another sexfight."

"I would like that." Sitala agreed.

"Well, if we're each going separately, then why don't we say that the sexfight begins the moment we enter the cabin? This way, whoever arrived first can prepare an ambush and it will be a test of hunting skills as well as wrestling and fucking."

Sitala thought for a moment, then nodded, smiling. "Sure."

"And as for bets... let's say the winner will be the one last standing, and they get two questions or requests for each orgasm they caused, and the closed gets one for each orgasm they caused. The other person can, of course, request a different question or demand, but should only do so if necessary. Is that acceptable?"

Sitala again thought for a moment, then nodded.

Will got up and started smothering the fire. "Excellent. In that case, I'll be off. Got to get a headstart."

Sitala beamed and stood up as well. "You're on!"

It was some eight hours later. Snow was falling, only a little for now, but creating to turn into a blizzard. The journey was largely uneventful, and despite his words earlier, Will had no illusions about getting to the cabin first. The journey did give him time to think, though.

He thought of Sitala, and her apparent wish to stay with him. He thought about the beautiful, sexy, and sometimes surprisingly cute warrior. She was nice, he decided. He'd need to get to know her better, but from what he has seen so far, he wouldn't mind being with her for longer. He wouldn't abandon his plan just to stay with her, however. He didn't know her that well yet.

It was with these thoughts in mind that he reached the cabin. Cabin was probably the wrong word for it. It was almost big enough to be called a mansion, with two stories and an attic.

There was smoke coming from the chimney, which meant there were either squatters or Sitala.

With a deep breath, Will stepped into the cabin, expecting an ambush. Instead of an ambush, he noticed the smell of cooking meat. Curious, he followed it to the living room, where he found Sitala roasting some kind of bird on a stick over the hearth fire.

She had changed her wardrobe while she was gone. Her fur cloak was nowhere to be seen, having been replaced by one made of cloth of the same color. Her bikini had been replaced by a solid armor piece, still revealing, but covering much more skin. She had vanbraces on her forearms, and her hair was styled into two braids.

Will used her focus on her cooking and the roar of the hearth fire to mask the cracking of the wood floor as he approached her, then hugged her from behind, drawing a startled yelp from Sitala.

"Wha- oh, don't scare me like that!" She scolded him as she turned her head to face him, pouting. "I could have dropped the food!"

"Sorry, sorry." Will gave her a quick kiss. "You were just so beautiful I couldn't help myself. Where did you get these clothes?"

Sitala's pout turned into a frown. "They're from my tribe's compound, where we used to live."

Will, sensing there is something sad there from her wording and expression, decided to distract her from her woes. He gave her ass a hard spank, and as she spluttered in outrage, he left the room, calling out "I'll be upstairs." as he did so.

Will spent a few minutes familiarising himself with the layout and taking off his armor, as it was too cumbersome for what was about to happen. He was considering the best spot for an ambush when he felt Sitala's chest against his back and her hands on his belt.

"Gotcha." She whispered in his ear.

Will grasped her hands, intertwining their fingers. He also turned his head towards her and kissed her, prying her lips open with his tongue and forcing it into her mouth.

With great effort, Sitala freed her hands and broke the kiss. She then pushed him to the ground.

Will managed to twist himself so that he landed on his back, but then she sat on his belly, pinning him to the ground.

Sitala smiled down at him, her smile entirely too smug, and slightly malicious. "My turn."

Will felt that he wasn't going to be able to easily free himself, but that didn't mean he was defenseless. While Sitala was busy undoing his belt and taking off his pants, he took off her chest armor (its straps were up front) and started fondling her breasts.

Sitala's moans of pleasure were soon joined by Will's, as she jerked him off.

As Sitala's moans grew in intensity, she decided to disengage. She slid back, allowing him to sit but still pinning his legs, and then enveloped his shaft with her breasts.

Slightly panicking, Will tried to grab her hands and stop her, but she intertwined her fingers with his and smushed her breasts together with her forearms.

Will resisted valiantly, looking for a way out, but when she started hesitantly licking his cock, he could endure no more and came.

As Sitala stared at him, cum on her beautiful face, alongside a lustful and triumphant smile, Will recovered from his orgasm, and, considering his options, he spoke: "So, is this it? Are you going to just keep milking me until I pass out?"

Sitala thought for a moment, her smile wilting. "It doesn't feel fair to you to do that."

"But it is fair, considering that when I pinned you, I won the match." Will countered, his sense of honor not letting him rob the girl of her victory. "But if you want to make things more interesting, then when someone orgasms, they can decide they want to separate, and start the game again from different points of the cabin."

Seeing an opportunity to enjoy this game of theirs a bit more, Sitala nodded and stood up, wiping the cum off her face and leaving the room, leaving Will to consider his next move. He curses, realizing they never said how long they should wait, or where they should begin.

After a few minutes, he left the room and began wandering the second floor of the cabin, looking for Sitala and familiarizing himself with the layout and facilities. He noted three bedrooms, two with regular beds and one with a bed large enough to fit four, a room with a large bath and a contained fire pit below it, as well as a system of pulleys in the window that lead to the well, a library and a cabinet full of various liquor.

Will saw Sitala on the stairs up, and she saw him as well. The lustful, triumphant smile had not left her face yet, and she bounded up the stairs when she spotted him. Thinking quickly, he ran to the large bedroom. When Sitala ran into the chamber, she found him laying on the bed, naked, having taken off his shirt. He gave her an inviting nod and a wave.

Accepting the challenge, Sitala stripped naked as well and stalked towards the bed. Will motioned her on, and so she climbed onto the bed, crawling over the blankets and pillows. Will sat on his knees at the other end of the bed, his arms at his side.

When Sitala reached Will, they wrapped each other in a tight hug and kissed. Seeing that Sitala was just as eager as he was, Will lined up his cock to her pussy and thrust in.

The penetration made them both moan, but neither was done. Will moved his hands from her waist to her butt, both to squeeze it and to force her to go at his rhythm. Sitala, meanwhile, started bucking and squeezing like a woman possessed.

They stayed like this for a while, fucking and squeezing and kissing. Will stared into Sitala's beautiful blue eyes, now clouded by desire, he saw her lips, parted in expectation of another kiss. He felt her pussy, warm and soft and tight and squeezing tighter, her soft, warm breasts pushing against his chest, her warm hands embracing him. He couldn't help but love the woman. He couldn't help but compliment her.

"You're - hngh - you're beautiful. You're beautiful; you're amazing; you - gah! - you're sexy; you're cute; you're - mhhhm!" His next words were cut off by her initiating the next kiss. They certainly affected Sitala, though.

Sitala felt as if every nerve of her body was on fire. Will wasn't the biggest she ever had, nor the roughest, but he didn't need to be. His ravenous kisses made her feel small, weak and submissive,, his passionate gaze made her feel wanted, his strong, rough hands around her waist and on her ass made her feel safe, and his compliments made her face burn and her heart throb. Her moans were an uninterrupted stream now, her pussy squeezed without her intent. Though it did not seem like it, she was at his mercy. And then he broke their kiss again, and delivered the finishing blow:

"I love you."

Three simple words. Who knew how much truth was in them and how much was just the lust talking. She hadn't even known she wanted to hear them. Nonetheless, they broke her. As he kissed her again, more forcefully than ever before, his tongue ravaging her mouth, as his hands squeezed and pulled and his cock slammed into her, she spasmed and came, her screams echoing through the open window.

Will, seeing his victory and knowing he was about five seconds away from ending just like Sitala, pulled out of her. She fell to the floor, seemingly spent, but Will saw her breathing quickly returning to normal. He sat down next to her and asked her, "Do you want some time?"

She turned her head to face him. She was beet red and looked tired, but the determination in her eyes was unmistakable. "Keep fucking." She demanded. She saw how close he was, and she'd be damned if she didn't capitalize on this opportunity before he recovered.

Will, ever concerned and honorable, asked, "Is it alright if I cum in you?"

"Yes." Was her simple answer, and she was already getting up.

Will saw her getting up, saw that the only way he could take her down again was to capitalize on her temporary weakness and sensitivity, and struck.

He grabbed her ass and pulled it up to his cock, then penetrated her doggy style. She screamed in pleasure and frustration at him for taking such a dominant position, then bucked against him, fighting for control.

Will tried to make her submit with spanks, by fucking her even harder, by holding and pulling on her hands, but all it did was make her wilder. She certainly appreciated his attacks, as evidenced by her moans and gasps and shrieks, but she could match everything he had to give and more. After what felt like an eternity, but couldn't be more than five minutes, she milked him of another orgasm.

Sitala was panting. She had assumed that Will was almost done from the previous round, and while he was in a dominant position, she made stronger men than him cum from pounding her doggy style. Besides, he wasn't teasing or complimenting her, which were his main weapons against her so far, yet he made her moan and squirm. She wasn't close yet, but this was supposed to quickly finish him off. And then he surprised her yet again.

Will took his dick out of Sitala's pussy, declared, "We keep going.", flipped Sitala around, and started sucking on her nipple, one hand pinching the other nipple while his other hand attacked her pussy.

Sitala tried to resist, to fight what Will was doing to her, but she couldn't. Still reeling from having him cum in her cunt, stimulating both her massive breasts and her pussy, and the compromising position where the best she could do was reach his armpits came together to make her utterly incapable of defending herself, and for the second time within 10 minutes, Sitala came.

Will gave her time to recover. He was certain that she would not choose to continue, which meant they were both going to get some rest anyway.

After a few minutes, Sitala got up. Will glanced at her and asked: "Do you yield?"

Sitala glared at him. "No. You should yield, or else I will fuck you so hard you will be bedridden."

Will chuckled. "I don't think that's how this is going to go. And even if it is, I'd enjoy it. Now, should I get out, or do we keep going?" He taunted her.

His taunt almost had the desired effect: Sitala opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again to answer: "Get out."

Will left the room with a "Yes ma'am." and headed for the stairs to the attic.

The attic was vast, full of variously labeled crates with weapons, food, clothing, toys, books, tools, and more. Out of curiosity, Will cracked open a crate labeled 'clothing - women'. "Let's see... see-through silk, lingerie... an apron? What is that doing here? Bikinis, pajamas, bathrobes... almost see-through shirts with so low cuts you might as well wear a bra... wait, is that a wedding dress? That is indeed a wedding dress, as ridiculously cut and revealing as the shirt. A maid dress - if you have a skirt that short, why even bother having a skirt? A pile of chokers, some jewelry, and a dancing gown." As Will was about to leave after packing the clothes back into the crate, he remembered another crate he saw. Toys.

With no small amount of trepidation, he approached the crate and opened it. The toys within were as he suspected: dildos, plugs, clamps, ice cube trays? feathers, a whip, a riding crop, and a cat o'nine tails (a short whip with nine tails), which was strangely shiny. Concerned (cat o'nine tails were built to hurt, after all), Will reached for the cat o'nine tails, and experimentally swung it against one arm. It stung, but the pain quickly morpheme to arousal. Will frowned. He had heard of something like this, hasn't he? Luststone, it was called. It transformed pain and injuries inflicted by a weapon tipped with it into pleasure and arousal. But how did they apply it while maintaining flexibility?

One thing was clear. Whoever prepared these crates had spared no expense and expected the inhabitants of the cabin to be highly sexually active. Will chuckled to himself. Then again, were they wrong?

There was a creak from the stairway. Will turned around and approaches the stairs, spotting Sitala. Her expression was difficult to place. Angry? Happy? Lustful? Somewhere in between most likely.

She speared Will with her eyes. "So this is where you were hiding." She cracked her knuckles. Ready to be fucked into the floor?"

Taking a deep breath, Will stepped closer. "I am ready for - ugh!" Before he could finish the sentence, Sitala tackled him onto the carpeted floor and positioned herself on top of him.

Her expression became predatory, and she growled, "You're mine."

Then she dropped her pussy onto his cock and started riding him cowgirl, her hands pushing his chest down and preventing him from sitting up.

At first, he tried to grab her thighs and control her that way, but this attempt was doomed to failure. She managed to set the pace even when he was fucking her doggy style, and now she was in a dominant position, not recovering from an orgasm. He quickly realized he didn't stand a chance of controlling the pace with his hands, so he started thrusting into her and groping her luscious breasts with his hands.

Sitala felt great. She was having sex with an excellent mate and was dominating said excellent mate despite his best efforts to dominate her. Said mate also proclaimed his devotion to her earlier, and now she was making sure he wouldn't change his mind. All of this was subconscious, of course. Sitala just thought it felt really good to fuck Will, and it felt even better when she was dominating him.

Sitala felt so great, was so absorbed into her conquest of her mate, that, for a while, she failed to notice he stopped trying to control the pace with his hands and instead attacked her breasts. Once she noticed, she put a stop to it, grabbing his hands and intertwining their fingers, moaning all the while.

Will took stock of his new position. With the capture of his hands, he could only thrust and talk, and his moaning made talking rather difficult.

So he thrusted, trying to break her rhythm. He drew immense satisfaction from her yelp of surprise and her furious glare. Then he regretted his decision as she started riding him even faster.

Sitala was outraged. Her mate was where he belonged, under her. Who was he to try to topple her? This would not stand. She would show him why she was on top.

At last, Will could not resist anymore and came in her. Sitala couldn't bring herself to care. She kept rising him through his orgasm, and she kept going as he was winding down. She only realized she should stop after half a minute of Will shouting her name, demanding she stop.

After Sitala realizes what was happening, she quickly climbed off Will. Afterward, they began talking over each other, Sitala apologizing for breaking the rules, and Will reassuring her that it's fine, that he isn't upset. Eventually, Sitala calms down, and Will decides to give her some space and climbs down from the attic.

Will roamed the second floor of the cabin, then descended to the ground level and explored. He noted the living room, where Sitala was cooking the bird she brought, the kitchen, where she put the bird once it was done, an honest to god armory, with almost a third of the weapons within shining as the cat o'nine tails did. Seeing as he had explored the entirety of the ground floor, and still hadn't encountered Sitala again, he climbed up to the second floor. Looking around and still not finding any sign of Sitala, he returned to the attic.

He found her there. She had opened another crate and was trying on what looked like tribal garb.

He snuck up to her, then picked her up in a princess carry. She cried out in surprise, before glancing up at him. She was blushing, her eyes full of desire and sorrow.

Seeing the sorrow in her eyes, Will quietly asked her, "Are you okay?"

Sitala shook herself. "Y - yes, I'm fine. I just... this is the ceremonial wear of our tribe. It's meant to be worn by a woman during the ceremony of union, where two people become a couple, usually followed by three days and nights of contests to see who has conquered the other, who is the one in charge." She sniffled. "But my tribe is gone, and I will never get the chance to wear it again."

"Then you'll wear it for me if you'd like." Will declared with confidence. "Have you seen the outfit for a man for that ceremony in here?"

Sitala nodded, wide eyes, and pointed to the crate she had been standing next to. Will put her down onto an unopened crate and went over to the crate quickly finding the outfit and putting it on. He glanced back at Sitala. She was looking at him, hunger and desire and admiration in her eyes.

Will walked over to her, then kneeled, pushed her flowing garb aside, and pushed his tongue into her pussy. Sitala wrapped her legs around his head, gasping. His tongue ravaged her, teasing all her sensitive spots, only stopping to suck on her clit for a bit and then repeating the process. She moaned and mewled and quickly came under his ministrations.

He stood from her crotch and leaned over her to look her in the eyes. He smiled victoriously and said "You are mine. You lost and you - hngh!"