This chapter contains Sexual Sence, Explicit Language and is only for Mature Audiences.

With that being side there's a sense in here where it discribs Seirra calling for her horse.

This is the link for you to hear the sound. https/youtu.be/H1p29BzmRWQ

Next chapter to come will go into more depth of this sence. Explaining things if you're confused by any of this chapter.

Enjoy!

Gunslinger' Assassin

is a

Outlaw

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Sierra took the stairs quickly as she ran to the rooms. She had to escape from ol' Marshal Colt and his men. He's been hunting her down since she could remember. No, she hasn't cold-blooded killed Dai. No, she was here when it happened and when the Sheriff arrived as well as the Marshal, they quickly assumed it was Sierra's doing.

Running down the hall the female stopped at a random door and kicked it in before she ran into the room where one of the brothel ladies screams at the female to get out.

"COME ON OUT SIERRA! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO ESCAPE THIS TIME!" Colt yells out into the night.

Sierra snorts. Clearly they didn't notice that they left a few openings for her to easily escape. Take a quick look, not surprised that the Marshal took extra measures. She could jump out of the window and fight all of the posses but she knew that she would be captured sooner that way. Walking back out of the doorway she busted down. She went to the door across the hall and did the same thing before heading to the window climbing out of the saloon.

Reaching one hand out than the other she began to scale to the top where she knew she could escape and called for her horse to make a hasty escape. Pulling herself to the roof the gunslinger sighs in relief before it was short-lived by a bullet whizzing by her head.

"Fucker!" Sierra snarls as she quickly stands up running the length of the roof to the next one as she leaps over the alley she thought she saw Arnaud running alongside on the other side of the street.

Can't be him, I left him to protect him from this. She rolls on of her shoulders before coming up to her feet. Glancing backward she heard yelling.

"Shoot to kill her!"

"That bitch is going to get hung!"

Arnaud followed suit with the female trying to keep up with the flexibility of a female's body. Watching Sierra jump from rooftop to rooftop and climb the side of the saloon made the tall assassin proud of the female gunslinger. What the other didn't expect was for her to let out a beautiful sound that couldn't be called whistling, it was more of a beautiful song but how Sierra made it sounded beautiful to the tall assassin's ears. The Assassin stopped in his tracks watching the slim form of a fellow assassin escaping from the lawman. Arnaud was in "awe" seeing someone so willing to think of their enemies, and to take the time to train a horse to be an assassin's horse. Most horse's Arnaud had trained were one's where the Master assassin's horse's, but none so far elaborate to come to the air of their assassin to help their escape. Shaking his head Arnaud got back to moving, keeping a close eye on his fellow assassin as she ran on rooftop to where he did a leap of faith taking out one of the lawmen riding with Marshal Colt.

Bringing a hand up to her lips she let out a beautiful sound to be called a whistle. Behind Marshal Colt, a sorrel horse takes off as it gallops at its peak to the sound of its owner. Colt is snarling like a mad dog as he grabs his own horse and rides after the wild horse. "Damn you, Sierra!"

Sierra lets out a snort as she runs along the roofs, watching with eagle vision as her horse is being chased by Colt and a few other men. The sound of ropes woshing in the night air could be heard as the lawman tired roping the horse and to reframe it from getting to its owner. Sierra couldn't help but chuckle as she ran to the edge of the roof leaping off with one foot as she fell down taking the impact in most of her left shoulder rolling to her feet where she started to run.

The sound of the pounding of hooves drew her attention to her approaching horse. Said horse ran a stride or two ahead of the female gunslinger who wraps the right hand around the saddle horn the other hand grabs the mane of the horse. With the momentum of her running and from her horse she pushes off the ground up and over the back of her horse landing in the seat of the saddle.

Riding off into the dark night the gunslinger could hear the sound of horse's following suit, glancing back over her shoulder Sierra saw a dark figure riding towards her. She had one hand on the reins of the horse the other going for her revolver before her hat flew off her hat back towards whoever was riding after them.

Sierra's face could now be seen as it had panic written all over. Which made Arnaud angry at whoever was the one to put that look on the face of a beautiful gunslinger assassin. Arnaud hood kept his face shadowed as he pushed his horse harder to catch up with Sierra.

Marshal Colt and his men rode after the wanted outlaw. One of his posse men yelled. "It's the assassin that was with Sierra!"

"Heh, let's hope that the assassin takes care of that bitch." Other bark caused a few to laugh as they rode, horse's slowed down due to it being late into the night.

Yanking the reins to the horse the gunslinger gasped at seeing who was chasing her down. She growls biting the inside of her cheek as the howls of coyotes could be heard, she may have been a part of the creed, but that was then, now she was wanted now that she had been tracked down to Colby. It looks like she'll be forced to ride all night to put in a day's ride between Marshal Colt and herself.

Arnaud growls, not believing that Sierra hadn't slowed down her horse. What are your plans, my gunslinger?!?

Following the female gunslinger, Arnaud was led by Sierra up into a start into the mountains where she fool's the other into following her horse as she jumps off to the small mountain rock knocking who's ever following off the horse and into the dirt. Together they rolled around in the red dirt fighting to get the upper hand. The sound for a blade being snapped out of hiding and the cold sharp edge pressing against Sierra's throat. She stopped putting her hands up just slightly above her shoulders.

"Arnaud!?!" The female spoke shocked that it was the assassin that was following.

"Glad you're surprised to see me." His grin under his hood made Sierra's heart rate beat faster, she shakes her head to clear the thoughts away to focus on the assassin she's straddling. Fuck! I'm straddling his cock!

"Shut up asesino. Why were you following me?" She growls to help distract herself from the fact that she could feel the assassin's cock twitching under her. "And for fuck sakes." Sierra shoves the blade away from her throat slamming her boot over the forearm of the assassin. "If you plan on killing me, do it with dignity." She said with a hint of hate.

"Kill you?!?" Arnaud snorts his head falling in the red dirt. "Keep wiggling that ass of yours gunslinger on my cock and I might just pin you down and take your ass in the dirt." The other smirk from under his dark hood caused a small amount of anger to flash across the females' faces.

Fine if that's the kind of game the damn assassin wants to play the two can play it. And this battle I plan one winning. "Is it making you uncomfortable that you're pinned down by an outlaw? "

"Fuck Sierra, you keep talking like that and I won't last much longer." The other said making Sierra roll her hips back which caused the tall assassin to cum inside his trousers which made his cheeks turn bright red at how suddenly he came.

"Novice." A voice said a few feet away from the male who felt a slight high from the pleasure. Sierra leaves to grab a few sticks building a small fire for them. Once she struck flint the fire slowly took off the small flame letting off a yellowish-orange glow that highlighted the features of Sierra's face as she sat down with her saddle and bedroll. She looks over at Arnaud before turning her gaze to the females to keep from looking at his slightly exposed body. "Come over here by the fire. By sunrise, we can go down to the river to clean up your mess." The female pats the ground beside her as she gets up stirring the fire.

Arnaud watches the female gunslinger. She may be beautiful but she can be deadly and god damnit on how she was able to make him cum so easily. It's embarrassing really, he's a master assassin and yet he hasn't taken any woman to bed. There are a few female assassins in the creed but none of them worthy of causing such an urge to masturbate while imagining them stroking his cock, warm rosy red lips being wrapped around the head of his cock, hands gently fondling his balls. The mear thought of it drew a moan of desire for him, or more like his body demanding that he let one out.

Glancing downward Arnaud lets out a startling yelp at seeing his cock start to erect again, which I'm turn made the female gunslinger turn her head in his direction. Her beautiful brown just below the shoulder length hair framed her face when she turned her head to him. "You okay over there?"

"Fine." Arnaud ground out between clenched teeth. His hands flew between his legs pulling the grayish blue tunic down over his erection. The fire flickered across his face helped cover the redness of his cheeks which in return could be blamed by the small fire.

Turning back around to scan the landscape Sierra couldn't help but notice that Arnaud was embarrassed about what happened so she chuckled softly to herself as she strolls over to their horse's checking to make sure that they're hobbled. Taking one last glance over her shoulder Sierra felt a small hint of pity for what she'll be doing to Aruand, but it was what needed to be done. She planned on riding out at first light even if it means leaving the tall assassin behind, wrist bound together. Right now she heaves a long sigh out, her forehead resting against the horse's shoulder.

She'll leave the bedroll for him since he doesn't have one and easily get a new one, possibly buy herself a rifle since she'll be needing one when it comes time to fight her way out of Marshal Colt's grasp. Maybe Connor was right and had the right idea in befriending the Native Americans. Turning around she went back to the fire where she sat down beside the sleeping form of Arnaud. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, soft lips brushed his pale skin as she placed a kiss on his cheek. A quick eye sweep of the male's body told Sierra all she needed to know about what happened just a few hours ago. It didn't feel right to leave the poor guy in need when it was clear he's not going to spill his hot sticky cum during his sleep. Sierra felt forced to forgive herself for doing this, she just hoped that Arnaud wouldn't remember anything from this night.

Sierra lays down behind the tall assassin nuzzling into his shoulder. His back was covered in scars of wounds that never healed properly leaving marks in their wake. Said female gunslinger wonders how someone so young like Arnaud with so many scars. She had many of her own but hers weren't all knives or swords, some were bullet wounds.

Her hand pressed flat against the chest of the other, feeling the raised skin of scars. Sierra felt them as she continued to trail her hand down the lean muscular body she continued just stopping shy of the waistline of the trousers of the assassin before she slipped it under the brown trousers to the now leaking cock.

God, I'm going to hell and back for this!

A long low moan, heat pooling between the assassin's legs caused him to thrust his hip into the hand that was fondling his cock. Sierra bites the inside of her cheek to keep from letting out a needy moan herself as she pushes the tall assassin over on his back where she lowers her head down towards the leaking cock. The cock head in her hand slowly dripped pre-cum which drew the female gunslinger's attention to it. A slight flick of the tongue over the pre-cum was enough for her to know that the assassin's cock is a pleasure-able one.

Sierra lets out a moan not caring if the sleeping assassin wakes up to her sucking his cock. All he needed to know was it was a dream, a very pleasant wet dream he had when he woke. Taking the meaty cock in her mouth she moans around the cock sending a small vibration straight to Arnaud's cock that apparently knew what it wanted. Hips thrust into the warm wet heat, Arnaud hands by his side as fingers work into the red dirt to try and ground himself from the incredible dream he's having. The gunslinger's head started to bob her head as she took the cock to the hilt and back again, fingers gently messaging Arnaud's balls.

Arnaud was so out of it that he didn't know that his little wet dream of actually having the one female his damn dick seemed to be dead set on was Sierra. God, she had the body of a beautiful body, those hazel eyes that could easily make you get lost in and the lips. God how I wish I could have those lips on my cock. The breast and ass of Sierra's, God they should be a sin to want to grope and fondle with. I want to make her scream my name as I pound into tight pussy, her voice begging me to take her harder while fondling her breast.

The tall assassin groans his cock hard in the hand of the gunslinger who gives a few hard gentle tugs that tip Aruaud over the edge. Sierra let out sighs of relief as she herself was wet down between her legs at the assassin cum by her hands alone This shall be fun to tease him when we meet again. But for now, I need to tie him up to keep him from tracking me. She pushes herself up on her elbow looking one last time at Arnaud before getting to her feet. Her hand was sticky and covered in white cum something she'll probably wash off. A small part of her told her not too, the other was saying lick it, you'll like what you taste from your asesino.

"Fuck!" She said as she brought her hand up to her lips, tongue flicking out at a small clump of cum on her hand. From here she withdraws her tongue being the cum to her mouth where she lets a small moan escape her at how Aruaud's cum was sweet and salty. Shit! Sierra growls to herself as she rushes over to the small stream scrubbing her hands clean before dunking her face into the cold water. Pulling her head up she gasped for air, hands brushing her hair out of her face as she felt better after getting rid of the feelings she had blossoming for the assassin who isn't even from the era! God what the fuck is wrong with me! I can't fool around with him. I'm bringing him into a fight that isn't his. Kneeling as she looked down at the water of her reflection she disrupted the calm water.

It was getting late, the moon was just starting to reach its peak for the night, leaving Sierra with less sleep than she was hoping for. Best that she get some rest before it gets even later, making herself get up and walk to Aruand was sleeping. She shoves his large toned body over with a hefty shove before she was able to get enough room for herself to lay down beside him. Granted the Wyoming nights aren't usually cold with a small breeze blowing cold air down the mountains.

The female gunslinger assassin lays down on her back beside Aruaud, closing her eyes, soon falls to sleep, blackness claiming her as she fights to keep the nightmares at bay. It has been the same for years since she was young enough to remember what it was like not having any nightmare that plagues her during her sleep.

Sometime during the night Sierra had positioned herself to be snuggled up against Aruaud. Waking up the female gunslinger slowly opens her eyes. Quickly at seeing who she has been snuggling with. Fuck me! Sierra snarls under her breath, a soft gentle hand on her back was rubbing comforting circles.

Aruaud had been watching the female gunslinger sleeping, her face was peaceful with no terroir written on her beautiful face. Shifting under his hand had caused the tall assassin to look down, seeing hazel colored eyes looking cloudy with sleep still in them before they cleared, displaying shock and horror.