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The more I play Cyberpunk 2077, the more I enjoy it, if you skipped it when it first came out, I'd say it's probably worth your time now.

Heads up for this chapter, there is explicit sexual content at the end.

ian12091995: Thanks for the kind words, I do try.

Alright, no reason to dawdle further, let's get this show on the road.

She-Devil of the Frontier

Chapter 11: Slow Farewell

"Thirteen… fourteen… fifteen… fifteen thousand," counted out Marshal Cooper, thousand dollar stacks of notes arranged neatly on his desk. Walker couldn't help but let out a low whistle, it was a greater sum than he had seen in some time, so great that it had taken several days for the money to be brought in by train from nearby banks. Scooping up the bills and using the table to form into a single, thick stack, the lawman offered the entire sum to Walker. "There you are son," said Cooper in his gravelly voice, "You earned it, every cent."

Taking the bank notes from the old law dog, Tombstone rifled through them, more just to get a feel than any semblance of counting. "We couldn't've done it without your help, old man. You sure you don't want a cut?" asked Walker, eyeing the older gunfighter.

In response, Cooper merely chuckled as he uncorked a bottle of scotch and poured himself a glass before he leaned back in his chair. "Don't you worry about me, son. I tallied up the ones the law got in there and already paid my deputies their due. That there is the total you and that She-Devil got. Hell, Shane Simon alone was a third of that stack I just gave ya," Taking a sip of his alcohol, Cooper then continued. "So what're you gonna do with that money son? That's a big stack o' bills you got there."

"Sonja wants a crack at Kulan Gath," replied Walker as he tucked the wad of bills into a pocket in the lining of his duster. "And after the run in I had with the man, I'm keen to see her have it. Old sidewinder deserves the same treatment she gave Simon."

"That nice, huh?" muttered the lawman with a shake of his head. Walker, for his part, struck a match on the man's desk and used it to light the tobacco placed between his lips. "I almost pity the poor fool then. That woman is one I never want to run afoul of. Gives a whole other meaning to 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.'" The men shared a wry chuckle before the Marshal downed another sip of scotch and spoke, "Where is that woman of yours, anyhow?"

"She ain't my woman, Marshal," corrected the Bounty Hunter quickly, only for Cooper to wryly raise an eyebrow. "She's off at the general store, stocking up since we'll be sticking around for a while. What about you, old timer? Will you be helpin' us with Gath when he comes back 'round?"

"Sorry son, 'fraid I got this telegram from the railroad people, the ones that pay my salary, remember?" The lawman polished off his scotch and set the empty glass down before picking up a card and tapping it on the desk. Walker nodded, puffing intently on his cigarillo. "Well they want me to report back to 'em, in person, about this Fort Cassidy business. Want to make sure I'm not 'misusing railroad funds.' Hell, you think they'd be happy about the place being cleaned out, what with that new extension they're trying to build."

"No good deed goes unpunished," mused Walker dryly, brow furrowed as he spent the subsequent silence in deep thought. Pushing his internal conundrums aside, Walker's expression relaxed and he asked, "When do you leave?"

"This afternoon," replied Cooper, "I won't be back for a couple weeks, at least. These railroad paper pushes don't understand the first thing about law enforcement, especially out here away from their big cities. That's why it takes me so long to explain it to them, I gotta use small words."

"You have fun with that," grunted Tombstone before extending a hand to the lawman. "Good luck, it's been good working with you Marshal."

Cooper stood and accepted the gesture, shaking the Bounty Hunter's hand with a small grin on his weathered features. "Likewise, Walker. You're alright, and that Sonja lady is pretty fine too."

"I am more than fine," asserted the Hyrkanian woman in her slight accent, standing in the now open office door with a smirk on her face, arms cradling paper sacks that jingled with the sound of tapping glass bottles. When she set the bags down on Cooper's desk, Walker could indeed see the collection of liquor she had acquired inside, but Sonja was focused fully on the lawman. "I have heard you are set to depart. Is this so?"

"It is," confirmed Cooper.

"Your presence will be missed, but you have my thanks for your efforts," said Sonja sincerely. "Having your experience with us has been a boon."

The Marshal snorted, "Probably the nicest thing you could call it, huh? 'Experience.'" Cooper shook his head, smile never leaving his face as his hips rested on his belt. "I'm probably getting too old for this anyhow, most of the fellas from my time, well… they ain't many of 'em still around, young lady. Whatever it is that's comin' this way, I trust you'll be able to handle it. But," he added, almost as an afterthought, "If I come back, and you still need my help, you'll have it."

"You have our thanks, Marshal Jed Cooper. May you be safe in your travels, straight of back and steady of hand until you join your god," wished Sonja.

"You too Miss Sonja, Mister Walker," answered the lawmen with a tip of his hat. Walker returned the gesture before scooping up one of the sacks and departing the Marshal's office with Sonja, heading out the door and into the harsh desert sun.

The pair passed through the buildings on their way to the saloon where they had spent the last few days, waiting for the Marshal to have their reward money. On their way, the pair spotted a familiar stagecoach parked outside the saloon, and standing on the steps was the smartly dressed snake oil salesman clutching his top hat. "West Dickens," drawled Walker, causing the old charlatan's head to whip around to face the pair, "What brings you here?"

"Ah, Mr. Walker, Ms. Sonja," greeted the man, "I've come to wish you both well. How are you both?"

"We're doin' fine, thank you," replied Walker diplomatically before noting the carpetbag sitting next to the man's feet. "You leaving us so soon?"

"Yes, well, the last couple of weeks has seen enough danger for these old bones," answered West Dickens with a smile so forced Walker was worried it might crack. "I've seen all there is to see of the territory and the time has come for me to move along to greener pastures."

"And where shall you go to find such pastures?" asked Sonja, head askew.

"Oh, me?" returned West Dickens, balking at the question while Joshua saw his eyes seem to search for an answer. "London or Paris or maybe Peking," he prattled on, "I'm a traveling man, miss," said the charlatan with a flourishing wave of his arms, "This land is much too small for the likes of me!"

Unable to help himself, Joshua shook his head before meeting the gaze of the grinning charlatan, "Well, try not to get yourself killed," intoned the Bounty Hunter dryly.

"Oh, well yes," said the merchant, smile faltering for a moment. "We men of science are not a very loved bunch in this land of myth and superstition. I'm off to the civilized world, where men like myself are revered and given medals!"

Sonja made no attempt to contain the bark of laughter she let out, and it was loud enough to attract the attention of passersby before she managed to stifle her guffaws. Walker managed to restrict himself to a small grin, but reached into his duster pocket to come out with the wad of cash. Counting off a few bills, Walker extended his hand and offered them to the shyster, "Here, to help see you to the civilized world. Happy trails, Mr. West Dickens."

West Dickens took the offered money with unabashed eagerness, "Most kind of you sir, most kind, and a fond farewell to you both, Mr. Walker and Red Sonja." With that, the old merchantman picked up his bag and ambled to his waiting stagecoach. Once he had clambered into the driver's seat, he offered the pair a wave before flicking the reins and urging the team of horses onward.

As he vanished in a plume of dust from his stagecoach, Sonja said, "I will be quite content if I never see that man again in my life."

Chortling, Walker tucked away the remaining money and turned to head into the saloon.

With her traveling bags slung over her shoulders, each bulging with the unique foods and liquors of this foreign land, Sonja picked her way carefully down the stairs of the saloon. "Oi, Lassie, aren't ye a sight for me sore eyes!" called an accented, slurred voice from the bar. The Hyrkanian's eyes narrowed on Irish, who was sitting at the bar, holding a bottle of whiskey aloft and had a goofy grin on his face. "C'mere, lemme buy you a drink," he beckoned, tapping the stool next to him.

Approaching, Sonja raised a finger to the proprietor of the establishment, who poured her a glass of her favorite liquor and slid it to the redhead. After setting down her bags, the warrior scooped up the glass and took a swig, savoring the burn of the drink as it went down her throat. "What brings you here, Irish? I would have thought you would be laying face down in a ditch someplace. I am surprised you are still standing after celebrating your marvelous contribution to our victory."

"Ah, are ya' still sore about that? It wasn't me fault, I swear it," protested the foreign man, swaying on his chair. "I was following the coppers, just like ye two told me, but I swear that there were a bunch a bandits coming around the outside. I went to stop them, you see, I did!" he exclaimed, arms flailing about. "But… hic, but there weren't no one there. No alcohol in me or nuthin' but swear on me gran's grave, I saw those fellers."

Shaking her head, Sonja turned her attention back to her drink when she saw the duster clad form of Walker amble his way down the steps. The man had his own few belongings in a rucksack, as the pair had no intention of returning to the room at Deming's saloon for some time. "Irish," barked the Bounty Hunter, causing the drunkard to cower behind Sonja. Smirking, the She-Devil watched Tombstone stride forward and plant himself between herself and the alcoholic arms dealer before speaking again. "Did you do as I asked?"

Irish's shoulders slumped, "Aye, I did. But do ye have to keep bustin' me knackers every chance ya get?" he bemoaned. Before Joshua could reply, the Irishman took a swig straight from his rapidly dwindling whiskey bottle. "I mean, hey, come on now, I know we ain't exactly old pals, but, y'know… have I ever done you wrong?"

"Not through lack o' trying," drawled Walker, fixing the shorter man with an icy glare, "But… no." Irish grinned at Tombstone's admission, celebrating the slight praise with another drink while Walker spoke again, "You were supposed to be here hours ago. What happened? Get lost?"

"What can I say?" slurred the Irishman, a twinkle in his eye. "I woke up like you did, I'd wager, with me head in a pair of tits!" he said with a lecherous grin. Downing a swig of his whiskery, Irish continued, "It felt ill-mannered not to get reacquainted with 'em, and, well, I lost track of time."

Sonja rolled her eyes as she went back to her drink, but she looked back to Walker only to catch him looking back at her, and the look in his bright blue eyes caused the redhead's breath to hitch. "Can't fault ya' for that, I suppose," drawled the Bounty Hunter as he looked back to the bearded alcoholic.

Sonja noticed Irish lean to peak past Tombstone and wink at her, "Nor I, you, buddy boy, lucky devil," he muttered. Looking back down to his nearly empty bottle and letting out a sigh, Irish bemoaned, "They say God invented whiskey to stop the Irish from rulin' de world, ya' know?"

"I cannot fathom how a people like you could ever manage such a feat," interjected the Hyrkanian before downing the last of her whiskey. "This is a fine drink, but it is not that potent."

"Ah, that marvelous wit, it might be the thing I miss about you most, lassie," mused Irish, taking another swig, "Other than staring at those terrific tits 'o yers."

As if he could sense her thoughts, Walker stepped aside, giving Sonja a clear view of the sheepishly grinning Irish. The Hyrkanian gave the man a weak shove, but it was enough to send him stumbling back and lose his footing. Falling to the floor, his whiskey bottle shattered against the floor, "Ah, fucking fecker," grumbled the alcoholic, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up and stared forlornly at the wet spot on the floor, "That was me last bottle before I went south…."

"You're up and leavin' us too, huh?" drawled Walker.

"Sure am, Joshy boy," answered Irish as he pulled himself up and leaned against the counter, "Once I heard the two of you were staying, figured I'd get outta here before my mouth caused her to do more than push me," explained the alcoholic, nodding towards Sonja.

A sense of relief washed over the Hyrkanian, she was not disappointed at his departure, nor did she feign any semblance of sadness. Walker, at the very least, seemed curious, "Where you headed?" he asked, head tilted.

"Oh, Mexico, this little town called Chuparosa, they love me down there," he declared. "At least, the lassies do. Oh, dem big brown eyes. Turn a stone to butter, they could. And the Mexicans know how to make a bottle of liquor too! That pulque…" he chuckled, "It would take the frost outta a frosty mornin.' Ah, I'm gonna have some fun." Sonja exchanged a look with Walker, seeing the Bounty Hunter grimace at Irish's bravado. "Down there, they call me 'El Rato,' The Cat. On account of me stealth and cunning."

"I do not speak this tongue," began Sonja, stifling a bite of laughter, "But I would venture that 'Rato' means Rat. I do like it though, more inventive than 'Irish.'"

"Well lassie, the Americans aren't very creative with their use of language, are ya, Joshua Walker?" quipped the alcoholic before chuckling heartily at his own joke.

For his part, Walker produced a small sum of cash from his coat and offered it to the Irishman, "Thanks for the help Irish. Buy yourself some tequila while you're down there. And maybe get going before you say something Calamity Dame don't like."

"Well, off I go to greener pastures," answered the alcoholic as he took the money. "Good luck, Joshua. You're an angry, and a fuck ugly man; but not a bad one." With those words the man turned and ambled out the bar, swaying with each step.

Once Irish had staggered through the swaying doors of the saloon, Sonja held up two fingers, and two more drinks promptly appeared on the countertop before the pair before the barkeep went to the next room. "If I never lay eyes on that man again," said the Hyrkanian as she took up her glass, "I shall be content in life."

Walker chortled as he took up his liquor, "I'll drink to that," he agreed in his typical drawl. Happily accepting the offer, the Hyrkanian clinked her glass to his before raising it to her lips and taking a sip. "So, my Red Rose, how shall we pass the time while we wait for Gath to return?"

The smirking redhead answered, "Perhaps we could… get reacquainted," she suggested, smile growing coquettishly behind her glass. The Bounty Hunter turned to look at her with wide eyes, his gaze roving across her exposed skin, a sensation Sonja relished as she subtly arched her back and leaned towards him, watching his eyes fall on her cleavage.

"I'd like that," managed Joshua, voice dry, eyes still looking below Sonja's face.

Enjoying teasing her companion, the Hyrkanian's hand reached out and brushed along his, "I am glad to hear that, Joshua Walker, I look forward to becoming acquainted, intimately, with you once more."

The sudden swinging open of the saloon doors caused Sonja to sit upright and look at the new arrival. "Howdy partners!" greeted the unmistakable lilt of Seth, but he was nigh unrecognizable to the Hyrkanian.

His mangy hair and had been neatly trimmed, barely visible under a crip, new, cream-colored hat, a narrow brim and round top. Complementing the hat was new attire for the exhumer, a shirt and vest that more closely resembled that of West Dickens with suspenders snaking over his shoulders to hold up his crisp trousers. Freshly shinned shoes clicked with each step he took forward, and it was Walker who broke the stunned silence. "Seth?" he asked, "That you?"

"Sure is ol' buddy! Irish said you two were still here and I wanted to talk to you, thank you both," answered Seth, skipping up to the counter and setting down the sack he had slung over his shoulder. "After you both were done thrashing Simon and those fellers, the Marshal paid me to take care of the bodies, right? So while I was burying them, I made sure to check 'em, right? Makes sure theys got nuthin' valuable in their pockets, and I found a map on one of them! Turns out it led to where this fella'd stashed all his ill-gotten gains. Guess what partner? I'm RICH!" he cried out while giving his sack a gentle nudge with his toe and then doing an exuberant little dance, much to Sonja's astonishment.

"The gods have truly favored you then, Seth," remarked Sonja, standing and moving beside Walker. Favoring the man with a smile that had him beaming back at the pair. "What shall you do with this newfound fortune?"

"Well, I took a trip down to the tailor and gave him a little business, even got me some new knickers!" proclaimed the successful treasure seeker. "I'm a whole new man! The world is my oyster, and ol' Seth's gonna be eatin' good from now on!" he whooped, jubilance flowing freely from behind his still yellow teeth. Behind his eyes, Sonja could still see the flicker that supplanted sanity still present despite the civilized attire.

"So you're staying amongst the living then?" drawled Walker, the Bounty Hunter leaning back on his stool. Seth's head bobbed in reply before the Gunslinger followed up, "What else you gonna spend that money on? More maps?"

Laughing heartily at the quip, Seth waved his arms, "That's enough treasure seekin' for me, partner! I've found my haul, and now I'm gonna spend the rest of my time left on this earth tryna spend it. Next thing I'm buyin'? A train ticket outta this heap, a first class one!"

"Where shall you go?" asked Sonja, making no effort to hide her relief.

"Heading east, New York, Boston, or maybe Philadelphia. I want to see all this science and innovation that our mutual friend West Dickens is always talking 'bout," replied Seth. Sonja and Walker exchanged a glance before the town's church bell began to toll, prompting the former grave robber to perk up. "Welp, this'll be farewell, partners, my train is a comin' soon," announced Seth as he hefted the sack back over his shoulder.

Walker offered his hand, with Seth stared at for a moment before shaking, "So long, Seth. Remember us little folks from your spot up at the top," drawled the Bounty Hunter.

"Oh, I will Joshua, I'll never forget the kindness you showed me when I was at my lowest," replied Seth before Sonja saw his eyes drift towards her. "And you as well," Seth said, offering his hand to her.

The Hyrkanian swallowed hard and gave him a single, firm shake before saying, "Go in peace, and live with dignity, Seth Briars." Perking up, the treasure hunter practically skipped out the door of the saloon, whistling happily to himself the whole way out.

With this most recent distraction having left, Sonja went back to her drink, greedily downing the rest of the liquor and slamming the empty glass back on the counter. "We should go, Joshua Walker," intoned the Hyrkanian as she stood and collected her own belongings, "Before more acquaintances arrive and delay our departure further."

Chuckling, Walker tossed a few coins onto the counter as he gathered his own luggage, "Eager to have me to yourself, Sonja?" he drawled. Fighting to keep the content smirk off her face, Sonja made for the door, eager to get to the stagecoach and travel to the MacLaughlin ranch. Despite her best efforts, the gods must have been laughing at the She-Devil, and she couldn't help but laugh when she saw none other than Caroline MacLaughlin emerge from the station. "Fancy seeing you here," called out Walker, "What're ya' up to?"

"Mr. Walker, Miss Sonja," returned the rancher woman, clutching a pair of traveling bags, "I'm sorry, but I won't be at the farm. The bank sent us a letter summoning my father to Santa Fe, and Pa still isn't well enough to travel, so I'm going to see what the matter is. Hopefully I can convince them to let us keep the ranch, the hands are driving our cattle to market this week and we'll have the money they want soon." Sonja could see the worry in the woman's eyes as her chin dipped, "Don't y'all worry about all that, it's our worry, and we've managed to hold the damned vultures off this long."

Turning to her companion, Sonja was met with the same look she was giving Walker, an since they were seemingly in agreement, her head moved in a single, slight nod. The Bounty Hunter mirrored her gesture before shifting his weight and turning back to Caroline. "Let us help you," intoned Tombstone, voice firm.

Sonja saw the rancher's face twist in confusion before her eyes widened at the sight of Walker reaching into his duster and producing the large wad of bills they had been rewarded with. "No, no, I… I couldn't possibly," stammered Caroline.

"Don't worry, Miss MacLaughlin," returned Joshua dryly, his eyes never leaving the money he was tallying in his hands, "I ain't giving you it all." Finished with his counting, Walker extended a hand that held a fifth of the total number of bills, "Go on, take it. Settle some of those debts with the bank."

Seeing the hesitation in the woman's eyes, Sonja added her own voice to the argument. "We insist, Caroline MacLaughlin. This is not a gesture we make out of pity, but of honor, for you and your family, due to the kindness you have shown us. The others who aided us have shared in our good fortune; it is only just that you should as well."

The Hyrkanian could see Caroline's resolve crack before it finally faltered, "Fine, fine, y'all win," relented MacLaughlin, slowly reaching out to take the offered money. "I'd better get going now, gotta train to catch," said the rancher.

"You may wish to stay out of first class," muttered Sonja under her breath, causing Caroline to raise an eyebrow. "Safe travels, Caroline MacLaughlin, we will await your return."

"Try not to have too much fun," replied the woman with a smirk before she shuffled her way towards the Deming train station, leaving Waker and Sonja to take the stagecoach she had just arrived in back to the MacLaughlin ranch.

Sonja loaded her bags while Walker made payment to the stagecoach driver, and the Hyrkanian watched him with a keen eye. Her ear demanded she attention elsewhere when a high pitched whistle cut through the air, and squinting into the distance, Sonja saw the approaching train and couldn't help but see how her partner and lover's eyes narrowed, lips drawn back in a snarl, and she wondered what he saw in the oncoming locomotive.

Holding his hat tight to his head, Joshua Walker jogged through the torrential downpour from the thunderstorm that had rolled in without warning the hour before. Out patrolling the premises at the time, Sonja and Walker had been caught in the storm despite riding hard for the ranch as soon as the first raindrops fell on their heads. Now, after helping the few remaining ranch hands corral the livestock that wasn't on the way to market into their pens and then putting their own horses into the barn, the full fury of the storm had descended on the MacLaughlin Ranch. Trudging through the water and mud on the way back to their cabin, Walker could feel his clothes getting soaked through with each step.

Sonja was not burdened with that particular problem, and the Hyrkanian held her hat in hand as she rushed ahead of the Bounty Hunter, stopping only briefly to coax the door of their guesthouse open. Walker shuffled his way in after her, and Sonja was quick to shut the door behind him, the rain still pounding against the walls and roof, just as Joshua was eager to shuck his soaked duster.

The darkness inside was quickly driven off by the light of an oil lamp Sonja coaxed the life, casting the interior of the cabin in an orange glow, illuminating the table, chairs, wardrobe, chest, and bed that furnished the modest guesthouse. However, Joshua's eyes soon fell on the form of Sonja as she shook out her wet hair, red locks clinging together despite her best efforts, and all of her exposed skin shining with the water that rolled down her long, muscled legs. Working their way up, the Bounty Hunter's eyes roved across the She-Devil's abs before reaching her shining, heaving breasts, straining against the hugging confines of her outfits top.

"What enamors you, so, Joshua Walker?" asked Sonja, pulling her riding gloves off and then undoing the belt that held her weapons, letting it clatter to the floor. With a devilish smile, the Hyrkanian's gaze bore into Walker, and Joshua swallowed when he saw the redhead lick her lips.

Joshua could only muster a small smile, keenly aware of the woman's green eyes on him as his throat dried up. "The prettiest gal I've ever seen," husked out Walker as he saw the Hyrkanian saunter towards him, hips swaying from side to side with each step. Each step caused the flap of fabric covering her womanhood to swing tantalizingly close to revealing her most intimate region. "I could stare at you all night long, my Red Rose."

Slim yet strong fingers roved across Walker's shirt, the Bounty Hunter able to feel them through the wet fabric as they began to unfasten the buttons. "Is that all you wish to do?" asked Sonja, eyes fluttering as Walker's hands wrapped around her slim waist. While her hands continued to work, the Hyrkanian pressed her lips to his, touching off a wet, heated exchange as Walker felt himself get pushed back by her immense strength and steered towards the room's bed. Not able to muster the will to resist Sonja's obvious wants, Joshua backed up until he ran up against the mattress, at which point the redhead pulled back, a gleam in her eye. "I wish to do more than look at you," she purred before yanking his shirt off and tossing it across the room to be immediately forgotten.

Before Walker could respond, he found himself shoved back and tripping, his brief but frightening fall stopped when he was cradled by the mattress and lay on his back, looking up at Sonja in all her glory. Wasting no time, the woman removed his boots before doing the same with her own and crawling into bed after him. Crawling her way up his legs, Sonja had the same hunger in her eyes as her hefty tits swayed beneath her until she arrived at Walker's waist and her hands went to his belt. Before he could react, Joshua felt his britches loosen and get pulled down his legs, and his manhood sprang out, standing tall as Sonja's hot breath caused it to throb. When he felt one of woman's strong hands grab hold of his prick and give it a stroke, the Bounty Hunter couldn't fully suppress the groan that escaped from his lips. "I see you are ready for me, lover," husked the Hyrkanian as she released him and sauntered further up until she was hovering over Walker, her lovely face filling his vision as she pressed her body into his. Walker's hands reached around her and he fumbled with the straps of her garment, loosening it enough for him to coax the cups holding her breasts aside and fondle the supple mounds of flesh. A shudder rippled through the Hyrkanian as Walker continued his ministrations, one hand continuing to work her breasts while the other trailed down her flank before reaching around to trace down her spine until he came to the lower half of her scanty attire.

Sonja's lips descended on his, and the pair writhed against one another as they coaxed moans and gasps from one another. Walker felt the woman's hands knead into the muscles of his shoulders and chest while he remained enamored by her tits, thumb running across the hardened nub of her nipple while his other hand grabbed tight to a handful of her curvaceous ass, at least until Sonja grabbed hold of his arm and guided his fingers to the heat of her core, her flesh moist from more than the rain. Sonja pulled back from their kiss and smiled coyly before announcing, "I am ready for you." Not waiting for him to encourage her further, or delay the quenching of her desires, Sonja grabbed hold of his cock and guided it into her slick folds.

Not able to hold back, Walker thrust his hips up into the She-Devil's waiting slit, feeding it every inch of manhood he had to offer. "Oh goddess, yes!" cried Sonja as Walker hilted himself totally, savoring the slick, smooth warmth that pressed against his prick as it stretched Sonja's tightness while her eyes screwed shut with ecstasy. "You feel sublime inside me," cooed the redhead, pressing herself down so that Walker was pinned to the bed as she rolled her powerful but womanly hips forwards and back, head back and moaning as Walker's manhood stretched her tight walls.

"Keep going, baby, c'mon," encouraged Walker in guttural grunts, his hands running along the taut musculature of Sonja's thighs and hips as they began to circle about his erection. But even this failed to fully satisfy her, and Walker could feel her begin to bounce off his groin, and one of Walker's hands went around to give her backside an encourage smack, "Go on Sonja, take it."

Even though he could see her eyes still shut, Sonja's lips curled into a grin as her pace only intensified, wet flesh slapping together as she rode him with an unrivaled furor. Gritting his teeth, Walker took in the sight of Sonja's bouncing breasts as his prick was squeezed by Sonja's velvet smooth walls. When her mouth opened, all that flowed were ecstasy infused keens and moans, "Oh fuck, yes," she cried when Walker reached up and squeezed a breast. Her hips slammed down into Walkers as he grit his teeth and endured her passion with a stoicism her sexuality began to crack as he felt his loins begin to churn as his hips rolled in time with his paramours, driving himself deep into her pussy until Sonja's slick lower lips were pressed against his skin for the brief moment before he pulled out again, only for the next one to draw an even louder cry from the Hyrkanian.

Despite his best efforts, Sonja only rode him with yet greater passion, and Walker found himself unable to do more than merely grab hold of her rapidly gyrating hips and endure her riding of his erection. Despite all her efforts, Walker endured all of the Hyrkanian until he felt her velvet smooth walls squeeze his manhood in a warm embrace, prompting Walker to grunt as he sat up and latched his lips onto the heaving tit bouncing before his eyes, tongue running across the flesh before he sucked eagerly at the erect nipple. "Goddess, I'm cumming!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her cunt gushing wantonly as her arms wrapped around Walker and pulled him into her breasts as he endured all he could and buried himself into her pink folds and unloading into her waiting pussy, eliciting another chorus of orgasmic cries from the Hyrkanian as she thrashed against Walker's embrace, pussy squeezing his twitching prick.

Letting out a heaving breath, Sonja flopped down onto the mattress, dragging a panting Walker with her, pressing her forehead against his as she finally opened her eyes. Joshua could see the contentedness and kindling hunger in the Hyrkanian's green eyes through the errant strands of wet red hair that cascaded over her face, and he couldn't help but pull the woman closer as she pressed her body into his and whispered into his ear. "I am ashamed to admit that I had forgotten your skills in the bedroom, lover," purred the redhead, accented voice still husky, "I am more grateful for the reminder."

"Not as grateful as I am to remind you," admitted Walker with a grin, enjoying the feel of her smooth breasts against his skin contrasting with the scalemail of her garment. His hand worked his way down her flank, trailing down into the dip of her waist before reaching the curve of her hip when he realized what had just happened. "Sonja, I didn't mean to cum in…. Are you gonna…." He stuttered, unable to keep the worry from his voice.

"No, no," she allayed, caressing him tenderly, "That is not a concern, do not worry. Your worry is that I will not be satisfied by one mere round of passion, and am eager to experience all the pleasure your body has to offer."

Her words managed to stir Walker's softened manhood, and her hand slipped between their slick bodies to cup his balls, causing the Bounty Hunter to grunt. "And how would you like to do that, my Red Rose?" asked Walker, fighting to keep his voice even as he was expertly fondled by Sonja, each of her touches gentle and exploratory, betraying her relative inexperience.

Not that Walker minded, Sonja was a tremendously enthusiastic woman in the sack, with a gorgeous body and incredible, divine stamina to boot. But even after they had lain together several times, and with her previous display, Sonja spoke demurely, "My desire is to… taste you… us… with my mouth. How do you want me to… to do that?"

"How… however you'd like, I won't complain either way," chuckled Joshua as he felt Sonja's hand wrap around his stiff prick and give it a gentle stroke before following it with a firmer one that had him twitching.

Her other hand then came to his chest and gave him a gentle shove towards the edge of the bed, "Stand up," she whispered, scootchign after him. Walker slipped out of bed and stood, but Sonja's hold on his erection kept him from getting away from the She-Devil. As soon as he was ready, manhood standing straight and proud, Sonja slipped from the bed and settled down onto her knees before him, her hot breath prickling his cockhead. The next thing he felt was Sonja's soft tongue licking the precum off his prick, his legs tensing as he wached the Hyrkanian open her mouth and take his spit shined erection past her lips.

"God, you're getting… really good… at this… Sonja," ground out Walker between rasping breaths. The redhead, however, was not satisfied with that, and she pressed her lips further down his length, taking more of his prick into her warm mouth, lavishing his length with her tongue as she braced her hands against his thighs, head bobbing with greater speed as Sonja took more and more of his throbbing prick each time she pressed her lips down it's length. Joshua watched as spittle flowed from her lips and dripped down onto her heaving, bouncing tits while her lips and tongue pressed against his cock, the warmth of his mouth stirring him faster than her cunt had. "Go on, suck me down, Sonja, keep going, I'm… ugh… getting closer."

This did nothing to deter the Hyrkanian, and she pressed down further until Walker could feel his prick penetrate the tightness of her throat. Sonja's composure faltered, the Hyrkanian chocked on his prick, but the vibrations this caused sent spikes of ecstasy up his spine. "Argh!" groaned the Bounty Hunter as his hands lashed out and grabbed hold of Sonja's head, holding her in place as he thrust his hips forward, driving his prick right down her gullet as he spilled his load. As soon as the first spurt came out, the haze of lust cleared enough for Walker to release Sonja, and the redhead reared back, gasping for breath while Walker's throbbing prick continued to plaster her face with his seed, streaks of white trailing down her cheeks and criss-crossing her tits as she eagerly sucked down air.

"Yes! Yes! Cum for me!" she rasped, offering her tits up for the last few drips of seed that Walker had for her. "Be the man who is worthy of Red Sonja! Do what no other man! Claim me as your own!" beckoned Sonja wickedly, "Tell me, how else may I please you?"

Instead of answering with words, the Bounty Hunter reached down and grabbed the woman's arm, pulling her to her feet before spinning her around and bending her over at the waist so that her hands were pressed to the bed. Walker squared up behind her and used his feet to coax the Hyrkanian's further apart, spreading her long, muscular legs into an inverted V with her moist cunt nestled in its apex. The man's hand grabbed hold of the flimsy flap of scalemail and flipped it up over her hips, exposing her round buttocks and pink slit, still dripping specks of the first load he pumped into it.

Tempted by her supple ass, Walker's hand came down own it, the spank eliciting an erotic keen from the She-Devil as she wiggled her hips, enticing him to enter her once more. It was an invitation Walker could not refuse as he grabbed his half-hard cock and lined up behind her, guiding his manhood into her cunt and inserting himself into her engorged lower lips. Smirking at the gasp his penetration coaxed from Sonja's lips, Walker reached around to stroke her cunt with his fingers as he eased himself fully into her pussy. When his fingers pressed against the excited nub of her clit, Sonja shuddered, velvet smooth walls squeezing his cock back to full hardness, stretching her out as Walker jerked his hips forward, eager to experience the entirety of her slit as he sheathed himself fully into the Hyrkanian's cunt.

"Goddess!" she screamed as Walker's hips smashed into her firm ass, her head twisting back to look him in the eye, cheeks flush with desire and lips hanging open. "Go on, take me! Fuck me!" she begged, and Walker eased himself back, hand on her hip to hold the spitfire of a woman steady until just his cockhead remained in her warm embrace. Taking a breath as he savored the sight of the flame haired She-Devil bent over before him, the Gunslinger let out a cry as he slammed back into her with enough force that she jerked forwards but kept her feet as he bottomed out inside her.

The subsequent strokes came with the same intensity, but ever increasing speed as Walker continuously hilted himself in Sonja's sopping snatch. Each time he encased his prick with her intensifying heat, Walker felt the redhead writhe around him and leaned in, wrapping an arm around Sonja as his fingers came up to squeeze a breast. Sonja's head reared back as she let out a guttural groan and stiffened as Walker buried his prick in her cunt and held it there as it clamped around him, but the Bounty Hunter grit his teeth and staved off his own release.

"Oh goddess!" cried Sonja as her knees buckled and she collapsed forward onto the bed, propping herself up on her hands and knees, keeping her hips and ass up for Walker as she moaned out a plea. "Don't stop, lover, please, keep going!" she begged, pushing her backside into the Bounty Hunter, wiggling her hips to coax him to continue ploughing her.

Grinning, Walker set his feet and obliged her request, picking up right where he had left off, hips rolling into her receptive snatch, even as Sonja rammed her ass back to meet his thrusts, letting out sharp cries each time their flesh slapped together. Leaning into her, Walker grabbed a handful of her vibrant red locks and coaxed her head back, exposing her neck for him to lean in and latch on with his lips, suckling on her skin as he pressed her shoulders down to the mattress and thrust his hips down, driving his prick into her folds as she keened constantly. It wasn't long before Sonja reached another climax, back arching as she pressed her tit down into Walker's hand as he pinched her erect nipple and brought his lips to hers, locked in an exchange of passion as Sonja bucked wildly against him.

Both were panting heavily as their bodies stilled, but Walker still felt his manhood throbbing within the burning heat of Sonja's cunt and knew she was not fully satisfied. "Want more?" he husked, unable to keep the smugness from his words.

"Goddess yes," rasped Sonja as she pulled herself forwards and rolled over onto her back, legs spread and hair splayed across the mattress. Walker clambered into bed and settled in between the She-Devil's long legs, hands wrapping around her calves and coaxing them up. Mustering his strength, Walker folded the woman's limbs over so that the engorged lips of her pussy were facing upwards, clenching in eager anticipation of Walker's dripping prick as he lined up with her slit.

With Sonja's arms holding her legs tight to her body, framing her heaving tits, Walker slid in, hissing as he felt his balls churn with need as soon as he entered her. Looking down at the Hyrkanian, Walker took in the sight of her lovely flushed face, lips hanging open, and framed by her red hair as he began to drive down into her snatch, each thrust causing Sonja's breasts to bounce beautifully. "God, I'm close," he ground out, altering the angle of his thrusts to draw a satisfying keen from Sonja.

"Hold fast," begged Sonja, "Keep going, I want another," she cooed, writhing on the mattress that Walker pounded her into, but she kept her legs open for him to hilt himself fully into her soaked sheath.

His hands came down and latched onto the Hyrkanians breasts, fondling them incessantly while he kept his hips working into her slick sheath. Despite his best efforts, Walker could feel his end approaching, and in one final effort to coax another orgasm from his lover, he leaned down and took one of the Hyrkanian's stiff nipple into her mouth. When he did, Sonja keened loudly, arching her back to feed her supple flesh into his waiting mouth. Sucking like a babe at her tit, the Bounty Hunter even went so far as to nibble on her flesh, but the effects were profound, "So fucking good!" she cried as he felt her cunt clamp down on him, liquid arousal gushing from her lower lips as Walker could hold off no longer.

Pulling his hips back, Walker's cock sprayed his seed all over her stomach and tits with a grunt of satisfaction. Streams of white streaked over her sweat shined flesh and speckled the mound between her legs, and Sonja basked in it all, lips stretched into a smile even as her mouth was hanging open. When he was spent, his body could sustain no more, and the Bounty Hunter collapsed alongside his lover. "Satisfied now?"

A low chuckled emanated from the Hyrkanian alongside him as she undid the straps of her outfit, discarding the minuscule garment so she laid bare in bed. "For the moment," she answered as the pair drifted off into a fully satisfied slumber.

Closing Notes: This now has us set up for the second arc of this story, though it won't be nearly as long as this first one. Still, looking forward to getting that written, and I'll see y'all for the start of it next time.

Stay Frosty, Misfit Delta out.