WARNING: If you're uncomfortable with sex, or under the age of 18, this is not for you! Viewer discretion is advised.
Condoms were made around 1855 for public usage, RDR2 is set around 1899. Condoms were just made out of rubber instead of latex back then so yeah.
Arthur dragged his feet into the tent, both boots caked with dry mud. "Damn O'Driscolls." The outlaw cursed, removing the black boots from his feet. "Shadowin' me even on a simple walk, lucky the bastards ran after the first couple of shots, otherwise I would'ah—"
"Arthur?" A quiet, but sweet voice called. Falling into a sitting position upon his bed, Morgan craned his neck to peer between the narrow cracks of his tent. "Oh, Tilly!" He proclaimed, stretching out an arm to shift the canvas draping over the entrance of his tent. "What's wrong? Ol' Ms. Grimshaw chewing off your ears again?"
"Obviously, that won't change anytime soon." Tilly giggled, giving a polite smile before stepping through the entrance. As if by instinct, Arthur quickly took notice of the envelope held tightly in Tilly's hand. She placed it upon the surface of a barrel, next to his shaving kit. "This is for you, came while you were out making a mess of your new boots." Her dark brown gaze passed to the side, displeasure glinting her pupils. "It's from that Mary Linton." She murmured pointedly, turning to make her exit. Arthur opened his mouth to respond, to make some sort of clarification- He hadn't seen her for years, surely the camp wasn't beginning to think he was going off with her again? Before he could utter a word, Tilly had made her way back over towards Karen and Mary-Beth who were settled closely besides the fire.
Stifling an exasperated sigh, Arthur snatched the enclosed parchment from the barrel, using a finger to rip it open. As he slid the paper out of the envelope, his thoughts began to wander to vast places of his mind. Wasn't she married? Did she not move on? Could the letter be... Bad? Inhaling sharply, he unfolded the paper and began scanning each word carefully. As his eyes slowly met the end of the letter, his throat tightened with tension. Of course, the outlaw was very hesitant to see Mary once again, as she had requested in the parchment. Seemingly so, his ex-fiancé was currently housed in a building in Valentine, not far from the camp. Admittedly, he was quite disappointed that she was requesting help, and not him. "Maybe it'd be best I actually go see what this is all about.." He thought aloud, heaving himself from his bed. First, he best go and get his other pair of boots.
As Valentine faintly came into view, Arthur immediately decided not to ride too close to the house. The saddle of his horse was coated with revolvers, rifles, even his bow- somewhat in an un-orderly fashion. If he knew Mary, he knew she wouldn't be impressed nor comfortable with all the weapons. "We'll stop by the sheriffs, boy, I'll walk the rest." Arthur whispered to the 'walker below him, and as if in response, the horse flicked his mane. "G'boy, then let's move."
As he and his steed raced across the hilltop, 'Morgan couldn't help but be stunned by the 'precautions' he was going through to make his visit so comfortable. Why did he care so dearly? He wasn't there to impress anyone, so why? Wasn't it- Shouldn't it be like any other job? Shaking his head dismissively, the outlaw pushed aside his thoughts. He was getting close, and needed to not seem so anxious.
Arthur glanced over his shoulder with uncertainty, pressing against the foot of the small set of steps. Taking a steady breath, he pushed himself onwards, treading lightly up the case. He raised his fist as he neared the entrance of the large building, knocking on the rough wood with his knuckles. A moment later, the door slid open, the pale face of a lady and the barrel of a gun poking out of the darkness emitting from the house. "Yes?" She murmured, her eyes narrowed slightly though remained expressionless. "I'm sorry to disturb you, ma'am." Arthur replied cautiously, casting a sidelong glance at the gun. "Is Mrs. Linton in?"
"I'll go see." She nodded slightly, backing away from the door before closing it with a thud. A heartbeat later, the door creaked open again as another feminine face erupted from the dim light. This time, the expression was readable- and very familiar to Arthur. "Hello, Arthur." She greeted quietly, a light smile adding to her beautiful features. "Mary." Arthur responded airily, shifting with nervousness.
"I heard you and your friends was around, I..." Mary breathed out each word with the same nervousness, which became more apparent to Arthur when she held her hands tightly together, biting the corners of her lips.
"Okay." Arthur nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, "Where's... Where's whats-his-name?"
"Died." Mary mumbled, her gaze dropping.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Me too..."
Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, a thought coming into mind. "So.. So your husband died and then you come lookin' for me, is that it?"
"No! Arthur please, it's... I need your help, my family, I—"
"You mean the family that looked down on me?" Arthur challenged, his tone laced with frustration. Had he come here to be used? Did he work himself up for nothing?
"It's my little brother, Jamie." Mary pressed, taking a quick step forwards to catch the outlaws' attention. "He's broken daddies heart and gone an joined that, crazy religious order- the chelonians."
"Daddy has a heart?" Arthur snorted, turning to lean on the fence behind him. He always liked Jamie, the kid he knew seemed innocent, seemed kind. Not something you came across too often in the west. "Arthur please, they could kill him. The chelonians- they ain't right in the head." Mary stepped to brush against him, placing her hands on the fence. Morgan shook his head lightly. He didn't want bad to come to the kid, he didn't deserve that treatment. He could guess why the boy wanted to escape Mary's drunken, gambling father. But of course, he still felt used. If Mary wanted help, she'd have to pay like everyone else. "I'll help, Mary, alright? But it's gonna cost you."
"Cost- I didn't-"
"Help comes with a price in the west, Mrs. Linton." Arthur replied simply, meeting her gaze. She seemed surprised, which Arthur had expected, but then... Relaxed. But not quite the relaxation he would've thought. Suddenly, the outlaw felt stiff. His member had risen slightly, and was poking at Mary's lower stomach. "Oh, erm- I-"
"It's alright." Mary assured quietly, taking Arthur by the hand. "Come with me, Mr. Morgan."
Mary had seemingly led Arthur into her bedroom, in which seemed quite neat. Arthur grinned, amused by his tents' state in comparison. If this had been his room, the floors surely wouldn't look as neat as they did now. He glanced over at Mary, who was undoing her dress. A part of him felt the need to object, the need to coax the clothing back onto her delicate frame. Though, she did seem eager, and Arthur wanted mostly to relieve himself of his stiffness, and all the recent events within the gang. Just for one night.
As he unbuckled his belt, sliding off his trousers- he quickly recalled that this wasn't really anything new. Within the past, he and Mary had done some sexual things together such as blowjobs, love bites, fingering, and so on. Arthur felt himself grow harder as he recalled his late teenage self slipping his fingers into Mary's vagina, or when she sucked him off near the coast. Simply saying, the outlaw had just not put his penis inside of Mary. Now, that was something to change.
Arthur was now fully unclothed, his shirt dangling from his fingers. He shuffled his clothes into a neat pile before sheepishly glancing over his shoulder. Mary was pulling off her bra, and for once, didn't take many neat precautions seeing as she slung the bra measly onto the nearest desk. Turning on her heels, Mary revealed her matured boobs and perfect figure. Arthur stared in awe, everything about her was perfect. An she was now, thanks to the death of that Linton feller, all his. "Tits grown then, Mary?" Arthur inquired, curling his fingers around his rising member. "Yeah, things change over the course of a decade, or two." She replied gingerly, cupping her hands together. "I... I just hope nothing of yours has grown, Arthur. Otherwise I doubt it'll fit much." She added, glancing momentarily down to his dick. Arthur drew his fingers from the hilt of his cock, all the way to the tip at an increasing speed; watching as Mary strolled towards the bed. "This— This is my payment to you so... I don't mind if you don't use a condom." She muttered, her cheeks flashing red. Arthur let out a snigger, smiling crookedly. "And I thought I knew you, Mary."
"Things changed, I guess." She smiled before pressing her stomach against the foot of the bed, spreading her legs.
Now that his member had begun to throb, the outlaw decided now was the best time to slide into Mary. He stood, passing lightly over towards where the female was set. Arthur reached out his arms, groping Mary's ass cheeks in his hands before poking the tip of his penis against her entrance. Mary let out a shiver, a slight whimper escaping her jaws as Arthur pushed his tip inside of her. "Mary..." He moaned, sliding more of his shaft inside of her. "You're... Tight as Sean's pockets... Fuck." Unable to contain himself, Arthur rammed his entire length into Mary's tight pussy, abandoning his gentle progression. "Not a virgin, eh? Been whorin' for Linton, eh?" He spat, frustration lacing his tone. Mary gasped in response, wincing as Arthur thrusted roughly into her. "Let's see what Daddy thinks when another Morgan turns up in 9 months, eh Mary?" He sneered at the brief thought of her father, undoubtedly coming to the conclusion that he would not approve of the outcome. Mary didn't respond, simply buried her head into the covers of the bed whilst pressing hard against the hilt of Arthur's cock. Arthur groaned in ecstasy as he felt his testicles tense, shoving his penis deeper into Mary's vagina before spilling out the sticky substance. Breathing hard to catch his breath, the outlaw carefully removed his dick from the maidens vagina as she came straight after him. "Are you alright, Mary?" He panted, falling back into a sitting position on the bed. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." She smiled weakly, presumably quite tired. Despite his previous dirty talk, he knew that Mary probably hadn't done anything like this in a while.
Gripping his ex-fiancé by the waste, Arthur tugged her onto the bed besides him, instantly locking his lips with hers. "I missed you." He admitted quietly, flicking a strand of air from her face.
"I did too." Mary muffled over his mouth, parting her lips to allow access. The outlaw rasped his tongue across her bottom lip before slipping it in, exploring her mouth eagerly. He ran his fingers down her spine, tracing them around her ass before pushing them between her legs. He brushed them against her clit teasingly, earning a light moan from the maiden before slipping them in. "Ar— Arthur," She moaned, closing her eyes. "Ohh.. I've missed this.."
"How much have you missed this, Mary?" Arthur pressed, using his other hand to strum his wet cock. "Tell me."
"Oh Arthur, I missed the feel of your fingers slipping into my tight pussy." She moaned, "When Barry pushed his dick through my little, virgin vagina- I fantasised your cock doing so. I wanted to lick your huge tip, and grind against your throbbing balls!". Arthur, unable to contain himself any longer, shot a cum string onto Mary's stomach. The sticky substance dribbled down her legs, dripping onto the bed. Mary came to her climax around Arthur's fingers, her vaginal walls tightening. Arthur removed his fingers, trailing them across his semen before rising them to her lips. Understanding, Mary broke their kiss and began licking her cum and Arthur's semen off of his fingers. "I think there's time for ya'll to suck my cock before I head on down to fetch Jamie, eh?" He mused, grinding his shaft again her cum-covered stomach. Mary nodded, sitting up straight before separating from the bed, getting onto her knees. With a yawn of fatigue, Morgan sat up before spreading his legs.
Mary took the appendage in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip whilst bobbing her head up and down. Arthur cupped his hand over her tits, squeezing her nipples teasingly. "You can go deeper then that, Mary." He smiled crookedly, thrusting his cock down the maidens throat. Mary tried not to gag as she began deep throating the cock, bobbing her head up and down faster. Arthur sat back, closing his eyes in bliss. He hadn't had this much fun since Eliza, and couldn't wait to visit Mary again. As Mary swallowed and sucked on his throbbing cock, he couldn't help but feel like his doings was wrong, Mary surely wouldn't have a change of heart on her refusal of joining the Van Der Linde gang, so was bringing a child between them wrong? Would it not cause... Complications? Arthur sighed under his breath, gripping Mary by the hair before jerking his member harder down her throat. He spilled out his seed, watching as Mary swallowed each mouthful hungrily. She drew her tongue across the bottom of his testicles as a gesture of thanks before slowly dragging her lips down his long shaft, removing his cock with a distinct pop. "I hope that was payment enough." She whispered flirtatiously, kissing Arthur on the forehead.
Arthur gave a low chuckle as Mary pressed her boobs towards Arthur's face, running her hands down her skinny frame. She rubbed her entrance against Arthur's testicles, squeezing on her own nipples. "Oh, Arthur..." She moaned.
"Mary." He breathed lustfully, pushing his face between the maidens breasts. He turned his head, sucking on her left nipple. "You're lucky this pregnancy has barely started, otherwise you would have quite the nasty surprise." She moaned, smiling with amusement. Mary's voice seemed to catch in her throat as she cummed on Arthur's lap, spilling her juices on his limp dick. "Fuck Mary, I ain't gonna be able to fetch Jamie covered in your cum. What am I gonna say, eh? That his harlet sister got desperate for penis?"
"Don't be so dirty." She smirked, kissing him in the lips. "We'll take a bath together. Maybe we should do that now, I... I am still worried about Jamie."
"Come on then."
If you couldn't tell, I really like RDR2. Next up will be Arthur x Eliza, and after that, some fatherly bonding time with son.