The Outlaw and the Amazon Ch. 04

Sitala woke to birds singing outside. Will was hugging her, his face next to hers. She watched his sleeping face for a moment, then got a devilish idea. She carefully removed the blankets from them both and then turned him so that he was on his back.

He murmured something in his sleep and Sitala froze, heart hammering, but he didn't wake up. Once she was sure he was still asleep, she climbed on top of him, sat on his chest, then leaned down to whisper to him. "Wake up, Will."

It took a few more whispered words, but Will woke from his slumber, only to find Sitala's face right in front of him, something soft and heavy on his chest.

"Good morning, Will." She greeted him with a smile, lust in her eyes. "I want you. I want to fuck you silly. I want to make you submit to me. I want you to be mine." She kissed him.

Will reached out, and his hands found Sitala's chest, fondling it. "If you want me to be yours, then just take me." He teased her with a loving smile as she gasped. "Show me how you're better than me."

Annoyed by his impertinence, she kissed him again, deeply, while one of her hands went to jerk him off, finding him already hard, and the other tried to stop Will from fondling her chest. For a while, he humored her, letting her bat away one hand while fondling her with the other, much to her frustration, but eventually, he just used one of his hands to keep hers busy in an endless game of 'who holds who's wrist' while he groped her with the other.

Eventually, Sitala decided to just stop jerking him off and tease him by sliding her ass and pussy on his cock instead, freeing a hand for her to play 'who holds who's wrists' with both her hands, and abandoning her attempts to kiss him in the process, settling for engaging him in a staring contest and, taking inspiration from his story the night before, trying to tease him in return. "Are you frustrated by having my pussy so near, yet still out of reach? Then prove you're better than me and take it."

Will's warm smile turned cruel. "Oh? Do you want to go that way? You, who all but came after a minute of teasing? Should I remind you of your place?" He finally managed to grab one of Sitala's wrists, bringing a pout to her face, and pulled her hand towards his mouth, sucking on her fingers.

"What are you doing?" She asked, bemused.

While she was distracted by his puzzling actions, he grabbed her other wrist and put her hands above their heads, pulling Sitala's head in front of his, and took the opportunity to kiss her.

"You can't beat me at foreplay. That's not where you shine." He said when he broke the kiss, and released her wrists. "So take advantage of the position you have me in before I roll you on your back." He punctuated his words with a peck on her cheek.

Grumbling, she nonetheless realized he was right. He was better than her at teasing. So, instead of doing that, she slid back again, lined up his cock with her pussy, and started riding him.

When she had him in her, she reached out and tried to grasp his hands. He resisted, leading to another round of 'who holds who's wrist, but this time Sitala had a decisive advantage, that being that she just needed to keep his hands busy and that she was riding him, which was very distracting.

In the end, Sitala was riding Will, holding his hands, their fingers intertwined. "See? You're mine." She taunted him. "You fought well, but now you're mi-ahh! Hey!" She gasped as he trusted upwards into her, breaking her rhythm.

"Less talking, more fucking. I may be down, but I'm not out yet." Will shot back.

He was bluffing. Sitala was going to win this round. Will could use his technique to make her fight for it, but she would win anyway, just closer to the edge than she expected.

And indeed, even though he did his best to make her moan, she also did her best to make him moan and was in a better position to do so, and so she won.

Sitala felt Will's cum on her pussy, and knew it meant her victory, that she had returned the favor, that they had indeed conquered one another. Satisfied with this outcome, she rose from him and sat on the edge of the bed.

As she sat down, Will got up and hugged her from behind. "Are you sure you don't want to claim your prize?" He whispered in her ear. "You don't want to spend the day horny, do you?"

"Then I will, Will." She murmured and turned around, then pushed his head into her crotch. "Please me."

He dove in, devouring her pussy and delighting in her moans. She came quickly since their fight brought her closer to the edge than she expected.

When they both recovered, they got off the bed and dressed in their usual clothes.

"So, what are we doing today?" Sitala asked Will once they were done dressing.

"First, breakfast." Will decided. "After that, I suggest we survey our surroundings and see if we can't find anyone from your tribe. Sounds good?"

"Sure." Sitala agreed.

Breakfast was the bird Sitala roasted the day before, warmed over the cooking fire instead of the hearth ("You know you roasted in the wrong room, right, Sitala?" "Shut up." "The smell of roasted meat reaching the bedrooms was nice, though. We have to do that again sometime." "Shut up!").

After eating ("You have some grease on your face." "Where?" "*Mwah* There. Don't worry, I got it."), Will left in one direction, smiling, while Sitala went in the other, still blushing and grumbling under her breath.

About an hour after she departed from the cabin, Sitala met someone.

The girl was three inches shorter than Sitala, her build lean and muscular. She wore boots, gloves, a fur cloak, a belt, and a helmet, and was holding a large axe. She had cheery blue eyes and red hair styled into a twin braid. She also had extensive blue tattoos, or maybe skin paint.

She was sitting next to the campfire at the campsite where Sitala and Will first met, shivering, and trying (and failing) to build a fire.

Sitala didn't recognize her, but her tribe was large, so it didn't mean much.

When she noticed Sitala, she scrambled to her feet, axe at the ready. "Stay back!" She demanded, scared but defiant. "Stay... oh. You're not one of Kragen's mooks, are you?"

"I am Sitala, of the Cold Tooth tribe. And you?" Sitala cautiously approached the girl. The girl looked to be in her mid-twenties at most, but she did have a big axe.

The girl's scowl of defiance turned into a guilty frown. "Oh. I suppose you want vengeance, then?"

Sitala realized why the girl's garb felt familiar. It was similar to the garb of the reavers, though with pieces of it missing. Rage flared up in Sitala, and she advanced on the girl.

The girl hefted her axe, resignation in her eyes, then started sobbing and dropped the axe again. "Go on. Kill me. I don't deserve a warrior's death."

This behavior change gave Sitala a pause and made her think. On the one hand, the person in front of her was one of the people who brought down her tribe. On the other, she was a sobbing young woman, expecting and accepting death at Sitala's hands.

"What is your name?" Sitala asked, trying to buy time and learn more.

"Sigrunn." The girl choked out. "Sigrunn of tribe Beigarthdottir."

"Can you tell me why you are here, Sigrunn?" Sitala continued with her questioning.

Her question opened the floodgates. Eventually, after half an hour of Sigrunn crying and rambling, Sitala got something coherent out of her.

According to Sigrunn, she and her friends were living comfortably in one of the southern reaver clans, which revere both physical and sexual combat, when a man claiming to serve a great leader called Kragen offered gold and weapons for those who would sign on for a raid into the southern lands.

The clan's chieftains refused the offer, but Sigrunn and her group were born into a time of peace and we're itching for a good scrap, something which the man claimed to provide.

Naive and foolish, they snuck away from home to go raid with the man and bring glory to their clan. When they arrived at Kragen's rallying point, there were some of the northern reavers, too, and while most of them were honorless scum, there were some of the more honorable ones.

There was also a small man who had strange powers, being able to summon tentacles from his hand and had made a construct, a man who looked chiseled and moved strangely, jerkily. The man had a gigantic cock and lightning crackled around him occasionally.

This was Kragen's right-hand man, a warlock of terrible power. Sigrunn didn't like him, but she never really interacted with him, so it was fine.

Kragen had convinced one of the even more southern tribes, those who abandoned real combat, venerating only sexual duels, and together they marched to their target.

When they arrived, the battle was short, and while Sigrunn had met warriors powerful enough to challenge her, the more skilled from the reaver clans and also the southern tribe started complaining. There was little of value to take and no worthy foes.

Morale was not helped by Kragen's warlock calling on whatever woman he pleased, captive or ally, and claiming her with his tentacles, which would result in being drained, and severely weakened as a result.

When the warlock called on one of the northern reavers, the ones with honor left. Some of Sigrunns group tried to convince the rest to leave, but they failed, the rest not wanting to return with nothing to show for it, with Sigrunn left uncertain.

It was when one of Sigrunn's group was called on, that the decision to leave was made. Sigrunn took the place of her groupmate and the rest of her group left the camp.

Sigrunn had intended to buy time and then catch up, but during her escape, she cut off the warlock's hand and slain some of the rabble that came from the north that was tasked with following her.

She headed away from her group and ended up here, though she suspected that there were still some on her trail.

Hearing this tale of bravery and bad life choices, from someone who, again, was most likely around twenty-five-ish years old, Sitala decided she couldn't blame her.

"You can come with me," Sitala told the still sobbing girl. "While we are only two so far, me and a - a - a companion of mine have a cabin with food and warmth."

"But - but - but you should hate me!" Sigrunn exclaimed in disbelief. "We let your clan be broken!"

"The man who organized it all - Kragen, as you call him - is to be blamed. You can come with me."

Sigrunn calmed herself. "Alright. Yes. I will go with you, and I will help you get your revenge." She decided.

Willcock, meanwhile, had stumbled upon a naked vampire. She was running through the forest, her alabaster skin marred by scratches and what looked like marks from lashes, branches tangled in her pure white hair. Will stepped in, drawing her attention: "Hello there, stranger."

She looked at Will and froze.

Will, slowly approaching, tried to calm her down. "It's alright. It's alright. I won't hurt you. Do you need somewhere to stay?"

The girl stood still, like a deer in the headlights, as Will approached. As he grew closer, Will noticed she was shivering.

Eventually, she answered, her voice quiet, almost whispering. "...Yes." She sounded resigned.

"There is a cabin near here. You can stay there. Follow me if you want." Will said and slowly headed back to the cabin.

Will and Sitala arrived at the cabin at about the same time, along with their new companions.

Explanations were exchanged, and the two separated.

Sitala went to the bathroom, while Will went to the attic with Sigrunn and the vampire to look for clothes, healing tonics and food.

As Sitala got water for the bath, Will was sifting through the crates, trying to find things of use. After some time, he found a healing ointment, along with some simple clothes, and sent the vampire to Sitala to have the ointment applied (he was not foolish enough to do it himself when the vampire flinched just from him taking off his jacket).

As Will was considering options for dinner, he heard the floorboards creak behind him. He turned around just in time to grab Sigrunn mid-tackle, holding her under her shoulders while she flailed in the air.

"What's this about, then?" He asked sternly.

Sigrunn tried to escape for a while more, then slumped in his grasp. "Sitala said you were going to be this clan's chief."

"And so you wanted to take over and claim Sitala for yourself?" Will questioned.

"No! No! No, I was just trying to see if you were worthy of having a beautiful and strong woman like Sitala." Sigrunn hurriedly explained. "You proved you aren't some lucky idiot, so you can let me go now. Please?"

Will thought for a moment, then started lowering her to the ground and tickling her armpits at the same time. He kept tickling her until she was lying on the ground, out of breath.

As Sigrunn recovered from his attack, Will crawled over to her, standing on all four, with his hands pinning hers to the floor.

"Do you submit, or do I need to fuck you silly to make you accept me?" Will asked, grinning at a pouting Sigrunn.

Suddenly, she smiled back at him and said "Sorry, old man, but it's a sexFIGHT." and put a knee in his crotch.

Shocked and in pain, Will dropped down onto Sigrunn. He stayed like that for a few seconds, as he recovered and Sigrunn realized her stunt hadn't achieved anything other than making Will angry.

Will didn't waste time on words, opting to lick Sigrunn's nipple instead. There was no way for Sigrunn to retaliate: her hands were pinned, all her legs could do was flail, and her head couldn't bend far enough to stop Will from teasing her nipples.

Will kept teasing Sigrunn's chest, alternating between licking, biting, and sucking the nipple, and kissing and biting the flesh around it. Sigrunn was powerless to stop him, and her moans spilled freely.

After ten minutes of this, Will lifted his head from her nipple and spoke to Sigrunn. "I can finish it. If I let go of your arms, will you be a good girl and not interrupt me?"

All Sigrunn could do was nod. Will let go of her left arm, and used his left hand to finger Sigrunn. She came in five seconds.

Will spoke again. "Are you alright?" Instead of the mocking Sigrunn expected, there was nothing but care in his voice. "I overdid it, didn't I? Sorry." His apology seemed genuine.

Sigrunn slowly recovered from her orgasm and turned to glare at Will. "If you're really sorry, you'll fight me fair and square next time." She said.

"Sure." Will agreed and stood. "Do you need help getting up?"

Sigrunn considered his offer for a moment, then shook her head. "I'll get up when I feel I can."

Meanwhile, the vampire girl returned to the bathroom with the healing ointment and clothes in hand, finding that Sitala had drawn a bath while the vampire was away. When she noticed the healing ointment, she beckoned the vampire closer.

"First we need to clean you up." Sitala declared. "Get in the bath. Do you want me to wash you?"

"...Yes... Please..." The vampire nodded, put the clothing and the ointment aside, and entered the steaming bathtub, the water reaching just below her shoulders, followed by Sitala.

Sitala began with the vampire's hair, using a brush to remove leaves and small branches from it. As she worked, she started a conversation with the vampire.

"What's your name?" Sitala began.

"...Lenore. ...Lenore Frost." The vampire divulged.

"And why are you here, Lenora?" Sitala asked, having removed all the branches and just brushing Lenora's beautiful, silky smooth hair to remove tangles.

"...I ran from Kragen," Lenora said, haltingly. "...Then your companion..." a hint of a blush spread across Lenora's face, made even more visible by her pale skin, "...saved me..."

"So now you like him and want to stay with him? Make him your mate?" Sitala asked, understanding, and an almost imperceptible edge, in her voice, as she set the brush aside and hugged Lenora from behind, cleaning her smooth stomach with a sponge. Lenora blushed deeper and nodded.

Sitala let go of the sponge. "I love him too." She said, causing Lenora to turn around, panic in her eyes. "You don't have to be scared. I'm willing to share, especially with a beauty like you." Sitala said and cupped Lenora's breasts.

They were large, almost as large as Sitala's, and so soft Sitala almost envied Lenora, but were also covered in scratches and what seemed like shallow cuts made with a blade rather than thorns.

Sitala coated her hands in the healing ointment and started fondling Lenore, enjoying her quiet whimpers and leaning over her shoulder, and seeing the injuries on Lenora's chest disappear.

"Just remember he is mine," Sitala murmured into Lenora's ear. "And so are you." She pinched Lenora's nipples. "Any issues with that?" Her hands started roaming Lenora's body, both healing Lenora's injuries and remembering what Will did to her to make Lenora feel good and repeating the movements. Lenora's soft moans were an encouraging sign.

As Sitala explored Lenora and applied the ointment, Sitala noted how perfect Lenora was. Lenora's chest was large and soft and heavenly to the touch, her stomach was smooth and without blemishes, her hair was silky smooth, her thighs bigger and softer than Sitala's and her face was gorgeous, with a cute little mouth and nose, and large, blood red eyes.

Sitala decided to be rid of these feelings by finishing her conquest of Lenora, and once there were no more injuries to heal, Sitala gently bit down on Lenora's adorable pointed ear, watching as it flushed red before her eyes, then fondled Lenora's tits again while letting her other hand slither down to Lenora's pussy and finger her.

Even Lenora's quiet cries of pleasure as she came were adorable.

After Lenora's orgasm, she sagged, leaning into Sitala, who whispered, "See? I told you you were mine."

After that, Sitala and Lenora left the bath, dried themselves, and Lenora put on the clothes Will picked out for her: modest underwear, and a frilly black dress.

Will brought down some supplies and made pancakes. After eating, Sigrunn and Lenora were told to play nice and familiarize themselves with the cabin, and Will and Sitala ventured out once again.

Will walked for barely fifteen minutes when he bumped into someone seemingly headed for the cabin.

The stranger had black hair, its tips turning white, and wore a black cloak, in addition to a grey outfit. Notably, both of her hands were missing, stumps just below the shoulder, and a shining hand, presumably made of magic, floated beside her.

Will greeted her: "Greetings traveler. Where are you headed?"

"No use keeping that a secret if you've seen me, I suppose." The woman said. "For a cabin in the woods."

"And why are you headed there?" Will asked.

"To hide." She answered derisively. "To hide from fools who would claim a magician to be a heretic."

"Then I believe you are going to the cabin I have been told to hide in and am living in right now. I can show you the way if you want. There is enough space for all of us, and supplies galore." Will explained, as he walked, having turned around and heading back for the cabin.

"I will take you up on that." The woman accepted, and they headed back.

Sitala also met someone very soon. As she was walking, a beast girl stepped out of the forest.

"Oh my, what is a cutie like you doing out here?" the beast girl asked, leering at Sitala.

Sitala took stock of the beast girl, and her jealousy flared up again. The beast girl had larger breasts than Sitala did, and larger thighs and ass, too. Her hair was just as long as Sitala's as well.

Sitala imagined Will going out and encountering the beast girl, being drained and taken by her, and realized she didn't like that image. Better put her in her place now before it became a problem, Sitala decided.