AN: A warning before you chose rather to keep on reading the story or not, this story will be very brutal, there will be sex, killing, torturing, dismembering, and rape, and it will be detailed. I'm taking a step away from all the stories that always have the OC be this hero that everyone loves and always saves the day, and taking a step into the darker side of the coin. If you are fine with this then keep reading if not then this is not the story for you.
I died at eighteen. One moment, I was crossing the sidewalk, and the next, everything went black as a truck slammed into me. My senses vanished, leaving only the hollow echo of my thoughts. Just as I wondered if this was the end, a blinding light enveloped me. When it faded, I felt the sun's warmth on my skin, its intensity forcing me to squint against the brightness.
"I'm...alive?" I muttered, stunned. As I looked down, my surroundings filled me with a strange familiarity. Beneath my feet wasn't pavement but dusty earth, the kind I'd only seen through a screen. My outfit felt foreign, yet somehow known: a soft fur cloak draped over my shoulders, unmistakably the legendary panther cloak. I glanced down further—a black French dress shirt, black work pants with suspenders, and the deluxe relentless boots. Two holsters strapped around my waist, regent holsters paired with the regent gun belt. Adorning my hands were the gray blackbone ring and the tollbar knuckles. This was a fusion of my story mode and online outfits from Red Dead Redemption 2. The shock hit me hard, I was in the game.
As if to confirm it, a bright blue screen materialized in front of my eyes
Greetings, Levi!
You've awakened in the treacherous world of Red Dead Redemption 2, and it's time to embrace your new reality! As a newcomer, you possess unique gamer abilities that will shape your journey through this unforgiving land.
You have various attributes that define your skills and capabilities. Keep an eye on them as they will evolve based on your choices and experiences:
Health: Level 1 0/100XP
Your vitality and resistance to damage.
Stamina: Level 1 0/100XP
Your ability to sprint, swim, and engage in physical activities.
Dead Eye: Level 1 0/100XP
Slow down time for precision aiming in gunfights.
Charisma: Level 1 0/100XP
Influence NPC interactions and dialogue outcomes.
Stealth: Level 1 0/100XP
Move quietly and avoid detection
Gun Proficiency: Level 1 0/100XP
Skills and effectiveness with various firearms.
Melee Proficiency: Level 1 0/100XP
Skills with hand-to-hand combat and various melee weapons.
Riding Skills: Level 1 0/100XP
Control and bond with horses for better performance.
Hunting Skill: Level 1 0/100XP
Track and hunt wildlife effectively.
Crafting Ability: Level 1 0/100XP
Create items and equipment for survival.
Fishing Skill: Level 1 0/100XP
Improve your chances of catching fish.
Health Recovery: Level 1 0/100XP
Heal faster from injuries.
Cooking Skills: Level 1 0/100XP
Prepare high-quality food for better recovery.
Tracking: Level 1 0/100XP
Follow trails and signs in the wilderness.
Gambling Skill: Level 1 0/100XP
Succeed in games of chance and read opponents.
I blinked in disbelief, then started to laugh. This was insane! I'd read countless fanfics where people get transported into games, but they always went the same way—helping people, being the hero. But this was Red Dead Redemption. If you're going to get a second shot at life in a Rockstar world, may as well enjoy the brutality that comes with it.
As I took in my surroundings, I recognized the town: Blackwater, still under construction. People walked the streets in NPC-like fashion, and I spotted a man strolling by with a gun on his hip. An idea struck me, dark and thrilling. I called out, "Excuse me, mister."
He turned, friendly enough. "Hello there, young man. Need help with something?"
"Yeah," I replied with a feigned innocence, "my sister's stuck behind the building they're putting up for the clothing store. Some wood fell on her. Could use an extra hand to lift it."
"Of course. Lead the way," he said, following me. I guided him to the alley behind the store, a secluded spot where no one could see.
"By the way mister, I hit my head too and don't quite seem to remember the year." I told him as we neared the back of the store.
"It's 1898, and you should see a doctor if you're having memory problems." The man told me and I nodded just as we reached the place. "I don't see anyone here." The man said and just then I rushed him. He didn't have time to draw his gun as I lunged at him. My hands wrapped around his neck, and I squeezed, feeling the life drain out of him as he gasped and struggled. Soon, his hands fell to his sides, limp. I felt no guilt. Why should I? These people, this world—it was all a creation, no more real than a character in a book. They were NPCs, and I was here to live on my own terms.
First kill!
100XP to Deadeye, Gun Proficiency and Melee Proficiency
Level up!
Level up!
Level up!
First kill due to melee!
100XP to Melee Proficiency
Level up!
First melee kill!
20 to Melee Proficiency
Deadeye: Level 2 0/300XP
Gun Proficiency: Level 2 0/300XP
Melee Proficiency: Level 2 120/300XP
I grinned, watching my stats rise. I took his gun, slipped it into my holster, and strode back to the street. I spotted another man with a horse. Before he could react, I drew and fired. The crack of the gun echoed, and people around me gasped and began to flee, some dashing towards the sheriff's office. But I had what I needed. I sprinted to the horse, a Steel Grey Breton—the same as the one I had in my online character. I swung onto its back and kicked it into a gallop, tearing down the dusty road.
First gun kill!
20 Gun Proficiency
10 Deadeye
Gun Proficiency: Level 2 20/300XP
Deadeye: Level 2 10/300XP
New Horse!
New skill unlocked
Bond Level: Level 1 0/100XP
Represents the connection between the player and their horse. Higher levels unlock special abilities and bonuses.
I spurred the horse onward, my heart pounding with exhilaration. This was my world now, my second chance, and I wasn't about to waste it playing hero. Thieves Landing was close, a notorious spot where Del Lobo gang members lingered. It was still 1898, and the town would be teeming with them, just waiting to be brought under my command. A new gang, a new era, all under my leadership.
It took five long hours to reach the bridge leading to Thieves Landing. As I rode my horse Gray, I know I'm not very creative with names, I noticed members of the Del Lobo Gang eyeing me warily. Clearly, they weren't expecting any outsiders. Dismounting, I took in the scene and called out loudly, my voice echoing through the still air.
"Who's in charge of the Del Lobos?"
A tense silence settled over the gang. Several members shifted, hands inching towards their firearms. Over the years, the Del Lobos had gone through multiple leaders, most hunted down and killed by bounty hunters like Arthur Morgan or the occasional online player. I needed to know who was in control right now to know what kind of firepower I'd be working with.
From the dock, three figures approached, Flaco Hernández, Esteban Cortez, and Ramón Cortez. The Cortez brothers were decent assets, but Flaco Hernández was a gunslinger of real skill, even if he was cut down easily by Arthur. But Arthur was practically invincible, with plot armor protecting him until his final showdown. Flaco would be a formidable ally.
Just then, five others emerged from the liquor building. Joaquín Arroyo, Barbarella Alcazar, Carmela Montez, Jorge Montez, and, in the middle, the infamous Alfredo Montez. He was the primary leader of the Del Lobos, the one who held the gang together before his death led to its fracturing into smaller factions.
"That'd be me, panther," Alfredo said, striding forward, his gaze steady. "Who's asking, and for what reason?"
"My name is Levi Roy," I replied evenly, "and I'm here to make you an offer."
Alfredo's eyes narrowed. "What kind of offer are we talking about?"
"We should discuss that in private," I suggested.
He sized me up, then nodded. "Alright. Inside, then. Jorge, Carmela, you're coming along."
Alfredo turned and led the way into the liquor building. Inside, he took a seat across the table from me with Carmela by his side, while Jorge leaned against the bar, watching. I sat across from Alfredo, ready to lay out the terms of my offer. This was just the beginning.
I leaned forward, looking Alfredo square in the eye, letting him see that I was dead serious. I wanted him to feel it; that everything I was about to say wasn't just a plan but a future he could be a part of if he had the vision.
"Alfredo," I began, keeping my tone calm but firm, "you've built something respectable out here in New Austin. The Del Lobos have a reputation, control over certain trade routes, and a hold over the local townsfolk. But that's just the start. There's a way to make this operation more powerful than you've ever imagined without risking every member every time you hit the next stagecoach or town."
He crossed his arms, still skeptical, but I could see I'd piqued his interest. Jorge leaned in closer from the bar, and Carmela's eyes narrowed as she studied me, listening.
"And how's that, Roy?" Alfredo asked, his tone half-interested, half-dismissive. "We've heard promises like that before."
"What I'm talking about," I said, keeping my gaze steady, "is more than just hitting the next big score. I'm talking about taking control, not just here in New Austin, but across the territories. Imagine a network, Alfredo. Supply routes, protection schemes, alliances that make it so that everyone from New Austin to Lemoyne has to answer to us, pay tribute to us, or risk getting run out. We wouldn't just be surviving anymore. We'd be running the whole show."
He scoffed, glancing at Carmela and Jorge as if sharing a silent laugh. "Sounds like a fairy tale, Roy. You expect me to believe we can just stroll into New Hanover, Ambarino, West Elizabeth, and Lemoyne and take over?"
"No," I replied smoothly. "But we don't need to take over all at once. We start here to tighten our control in New Austin, make Del Lobos feared, respected, untouchable. But that's where it starts, not where it ends. There are other gangs out there, smaller ones who'd be willing to join forces for a slice of what we're building. With the right plan, we unite them. We expand from New Austin into West Elizabeth, Ambarino, New Hanover and then Lemoyne. All the while, we'd be the ones controlling the roads, the trade, the territory."
Alfredo's brow furrowed, clearly skeptical but unable to look away. I could feel his pride flaring up, but I pressed on, not letting him speak just yet.
"I've got a name for this new alliance," I said. "The Dustborn. Del Lobos will be the heart of it, but it'll go far beyond one gang. Any outlaw who wants a chance at real power, real territory, joins us. We make it clear, we offer them loyalty, protection, and the chance to live under our rules. Otherwise, they get pushed out."
Jorge cleared his throat, speaking up for the first time. "And what's the difference between The Dustborn and any other gang out there, Roy? Why would anyone care?"
"Because we're offering them stability and power," I answered. "Not just another group to split the spoils with. We're giving them a chance to be part of something bigger, something organized. Instead of living raid to raid, they'll have territory, resources, and people answering to them. And in return, they answer to us."
Alfredo was watching me closely, his jaw set. "You talk big, Roy. But what I'm hearing is you think you know more than I do about running things."
I shrugged. "It's not about knowing more, Alfredo. It's about thinking bigger. You've kept the Del Lobos going strong, but that's just in New Austin. The Dustborn can be so much more across the entire West. I know it's a lot to consider, and it's not easy to picture. But that's what I bring to the table."
There was a pause. I could feel Alfredo's hesitation. The idea of turning over control didn't sit well with him, not after years of fighting to hold onto it. But I could also see something else, a glint of ambition that had been waiting for a chance to expand.
"And what's your role in all this, amigo?" he asked, his voice measured, though I could tell he was testing me.
I kept my tone calm but direct. "I'd lead it, Alfredo. You stay by my side, just as powerful as you've always been, but I'd take on the responsibility of expanding, of uniting these other gangs and managing the broader picture. You'd have more power than you ever imagined, but you wouldn't have to handle every decision. Instead, you'd be free to help me build this empire."
His eyes darkened, and I could tell the idea of not being in full control still didn't sit well with him. He looked at Carmela and Jorge, and I could feel the weight of his pride fighting against the prospect of something greater.
"Second in command, huh?" He shook his head. "What makes you think I'd ever agree to that?"
"Because you're a man who knows power when he sees it," I said quietly. "And you know as well as I do that this operation could be something far bigger. I'm here to offer a vision, Alfredo. One where you don't just stay on top of New Austin, but rule over every outlaw from here to Saint Denis. The Dustborn would be a legend, the name that everyone from bounty hunters to the law fears. But you have to see it for what it is, an alliance that can only work if there's a single vision guiding it. And that's what I'm offering."
Alfredo stayed silent, staring at the table as though weighing everything I've said. Finally, he let out a breath, almost a growl, and looked me dead in the eye.
"You've got one chance to show me what this vision of yours looks like, Roy. One big job. Pull it off, bring in the kind of results you're talking about and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider making The Dustborn real."
I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. This was the first step, the chance to prove myself, to make good on my promise.
"Then I'll make sure it's a job New Austin won't forget," I said. "By the time we're done, you'll see that this plan isn't just words. It's the beginning of something none of us could have built alone."
Alfredo gave a grudging nod. "One job, Roy. Don't make me regret it."
You convinced a gang leader to follow your lead!
100 Charisma
Level up!
Charisma: Level 2 0/300XP
3 days have passed since my arrival at Thieves Landing. Within that time I had also learned how I looked now, I had a long black wavy haired tied in a ponytail, ocean blue eyes and I stood at 6'3 at 220 pounds, I looked just like my in game character, and if that was the case then this body should also be 18 just like I was when I died. But that's enough of that because I have a plan to execute. And that plan involved Armadillo.
The liquor building was bustling as I called everyone together. Flaco, Esteban, the Cortez brothers, and the Montezes gathered, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. I stood at the center, adrenaline surging through my veins.
"Listen up!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the chatter. "We've got a job to do, and it's going to set the tone for everything we build from here on out. I'm not just talking about taking a few bucks or running some petty schemes. I'm talking about making Armadillo ours."
Flaco stepped forward, his eyes narrowed. "What's your angle, Levi? You've got us curious, but I won't follow a fool's errand."
"Good. You shouldn't," I replied, meeting his gaze with unwavering confidence. "This isn't a fool's errand; it's a calculated strike. Armadillo is a crossroads, a place where travelers come and go. We can control the flow of goods, information, and people. With that, we'll build an empire."
Alfredo leaned back on his chair, arms crossed, still skeptical. "And how do you plan to do that?"
"First, we need to make a statement," I explained, pacing slightly. "We take out the sheriff and his deputies. Without law and order, chaos will reign, and we'll be seen as the new power. We'll also need at least 30 members sounding the town from every possible angle so no one can escape. And remember it's not just about killing them; it's about instilling fear in the townsfolk. They need to know who's in charge, and it'll be us."
A murmur rippled through the group. I could sense the hesitance, but also the thrill of the idea taking root.
"Second, we'll set up checkpoints on the main roads leading into town. Anyone who tries to pass through will have to deal with us. We'll charge tolls, collect protection money, whatever it takes. They'll either pay us or face the consequences."
"Sounds risky," Jorge commented, his brow furrowed. "Lawmen from other towns may hear about this and try to do something about us."
"Risk is part of the game," I shot back. "But think about the rewards. Once we control Armadillo, we'll have the resources to grow. We'll be the ones making the rules. And let's not forget, we have the advantage of surprise. They won't see us coming. And any lawmen will be too afraid to step foot near Armadillo."
Carmela's eyes sparkled with interest. "And what about the townsfolk? They'll fight back."
I nodded. "That's where the brutality comes in. We show them what happens to those who resist. A few well-placed executions, and the rest will fall in line. Fear is a powerful motivator."
Flaco smirked, clearly intrigued. "You're serious about this, huh? I like it."
"Now you're seeing the potential," I replied, adrenaline coursing through me. "We'll gather intel on the sheriff's movements, figure out his schedule. A week from now at night, we make our move. We'll hit the town and take the sheriff out along with his deputies. That'll send a message."
Alfredo finally nodded, a hint of respect in his eyes. "Alright, Roy. I'll give you this chance. But don't screw it up. Armadillo better be worth it."
The week had gone by fast, within the time I went over the plan with everyone, telling them where it was best to place their men so that the town's people couldn't run away.
As night fell, we moved swiftly through the shadows, gathering our weapons and preparing for the strike. The sheriff's office was located just off the main road, a stone building that served as the hub of law and order in Armadillo.
We approached quietly, weapons drawn. I signaled the group to halt. "Flaco, you and Esteban take the left window. Make sure to catch any deputies off guard. Joaquín takes the right, Barbarella, you're with me. We'll strike from the front door."
The group nodded, their faces set with determination. The sheriff's office was dimly lit, the glow from oil lamps flickering.
As we crept closer, I could hear muffled voices inside. I glanced back at Barbarella, her eyes fierce with excitement. "Ready?"
"Always," she replied, a wicked smile playing on her lips.
I kicked open the front door, the wood splintering under the force. Inside, the deputies barely had time to react. Flaco, Esteban and Joaquín put the barrel of their guns through the openings in the windows.
The first deputy went down in a spray of blood, my shot finding its mark. It felt exhilarating—the adrenaline rush, the power of life and death resting in my hand.
Gun kill!
10 Gun Proficiency and Deadeye
There were a total of 11 deputies there, 5 went down almost instantly, the others didn't have time to react before the barrel of my gun was aimed at another one. Another loud gunshot echoed through the room as I shot another deputy in the neck
Gun kill!
10 Gun Proficiency and Deadeye
Everyone else fired as well, their shots landing their mark as one deputy remained.
"Wait, wait I give up!" The man yelled in fear, without even thinking twice I walked up to him and I placed my cattleman revolver right in between his eyes, shooting a bullet right through his skull.
Gun kill!
10 Gun Proficiency and Deadeye
I looked around the sheriff nowhere to be found, I then turned my sights towards the desk there, I walked over to it and kicked it over, revealing the sheriff hiding there. The man looked up at me with fear
"Don't shoot please!" The man begged. I walked up and grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him outside where many of the townsfolk were, fear in their eyes watching their lawmen being killed off so easily.
"Flaco do it." I told him and he nodded and took out dynamite, led it and threw it into the sheriff's office. The loud expulsion made the people take a step back, however they all started looking off towards each direction, their eyes filled with confusion and fear as they heard loud steps of many horses rushing into town. In the distance lanterns and torches could be seen approaching the town. I had asked for 30 men but Alfredo had brought 120. The Del Lobos were always shown to have many members in the game, an almost unlimited number but I had found out the true number, which was about 460. I could only imagine the numbers Colm O'Driscoll had within his own gang, it probably neared a thousand or two, or maybe more.
As Alfredo and the rest of The Del Lobos neared town I began to speak.
"Listen up people of Armadillo, my name is Levi Roy and this town is under new authority, mines! You all saw how easily your sheriff and his men died to us! Resisting will be useless, and will only lead to your deaths! I will use this piece of shit here as the first example!" I yelled loudly for the whole town to hear, considering how small Armadillo was I was sure everyone could hear me. "Flaco, Joaquín grab the son of bitch tight for me." I told them and they nodded as they each grabbed onto one of the sheriff's arms. I grabbed my knife and slowly began to use it to enter the sheriff's right eye from the right side. The sheriff yelled out in pain as I shoved my knife deeper into his eye. Eventually his eyeball came off, only hanging onto the sheriff's body by the artery. I then moved towards his right hand, grabbing it and slowly cutting off his fingers one by one. The blood painted the dirt below red, and his screams echoed throughout the small town, only being somewhat covered by the sound of Alfredo and everyone else arriving, officially having the town under lockdown. Once I finished cutting the sheriff's last finger I spoke once more. "Put him on his knees." I told Flaco and Joaquín and they nodded doing as they were told. With my knife I grabbed the sheriff by the back of his head, revealing his neck, I placed the knife at his throat and slowly started cutting away. The whole town seemed to have gone quiet, the only sound being that of the sheriff drowning in his blood. Then the sound of my knife hitting against bone, I kept at it for another good minute but I realized my knife would not be able to cut through the bone so I let go, and Flaco and Joaquín released his arms making the sheriff fall down into the blood covered dirt.
New Skill Unlocked
Intimidation: Level 1 0/100
Your ability to instill fear in the hearts of your enemies.
You have Intimidated a whole town!
500 Intimidation
Level up!
Level up!
Intimidation: Level 3 100/600
"We are the The Dustborn gang and Armadillo officially belongs to us, is that clear!" I yelled out. I looked over at Alfredo, a small smile on my face. Alfredo looked at me for a few seconds before nodding. Seems like he's in for the ride now. "Everyone take what you want, for the night is long so let us celebrate Armadillo being under new management. Men this is a small town but I'm sure there are plenty of women to keep us warm tonight." I said and heard a bunch of cheers.
The saloon was filled with laughter and noise. Every member of The Del Lobos or should I say The Dustborn were enjoying themselves. We of course had men out scouting the area but we made sure to give them beer so they could celebrate as well. I wasn't too worried about lawmen or anyone really, we had just taken over the town tonight and no townsfolk were able to leave so news shouldn't have gotten out just yet. Armadillo was just a stepping stone for what I was going to build, after all next year a plague would hit Armadillo and I'm planning on being long gone from this shit town by then.
I walked out back to the saloon and near the farmhouse I could hear the cries of women and the loud moans and groans from men. It's where every women who was no a child was being held, each being raped repeatedly by my men. Walking out the farmhouse was a drunk Alfredo fixing his pants, he smiled when he saw me.
"Amigo! I was unsure of you first but now I know I have no reason to doubt you. Do not worry Levi, you and I are going to go far together!" Alfredo told me loudly as he patted my shoulder and walked back towards the saloon.
I kept walking towards the back of the bloom up sheriff building. I needed some alone time to think about the next steps I would take. However as I reached the place I found
Carmela there, sitting alone, a beer in hand.
"Carmela." I said let her be aware of me.
"Levi, what are you doing? Have had enough of fucking the bitches in the barn." She said laughing.
"I'm surprise you can laugh about women being rape, you are one after all." I told her as I sat against the wall, a dry smile tugging at my lips.
She gave a short, harsh laugh, taking another swig of her beer. "Please. Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I care about those barn girls. This world chews up the weak; they're no different. They're too soft, too naive, deserving whatever comes their way. I got no pity for those that can't fend for themselves."
Her words didn't surprise me. She was a Del Lobo to the bone, ruthless and without an ounce of compassion. I leaned in a little closer, my voice a shade darker. "Practical way of looking at things, I'll give you that. But I didn't touch them. I don't like when my women cry"
"Hmm. So you have standards, do you?" She smirked, raising an eyebrow as if the idea was somehow amusing. "Though you've still got your fair share of blood on your hands right? But I guess that's why you're here with us now."
I shrugged, letting her words settle between us. "I'm here because there's something for me to gain, to build, and it doesn't matter to me who gets burned along the way."
Her expression softened with intrigue, and she tilted her head. "You're not like the others here" she murmured, her tone almost thoughtful, though laced with a deadly edge. "The other outlaws, take what they can, and flee the moment it gets too hot. But you… you're here to play the long game."
I smirked, sensing her curiosity and amusement shifting into something else, something tempting. "Maybe I am. And maybe I'll get a hell of a lot out of it." I watched her, seeing the flicker of understanding, the kind of recognition that only came from another soul who knew exactly how much blood could be spilled for the sake of power.
She leaned forward, her voice dropping. "So what would you destroy, Levi? To build what you want, what would you destroy?"
"Anything that stands in my way," I replied, my voice cold, unfeeling. "People, loyalties, towns. I don't care as long as I get what I want."
Carmela's eyes darkened with interest, her hand sliding up my arm in a slow, deliberate way. She wasn't just interested in my words, she liked the venom behind them. She liked the power she thought she saw in me, that spark of ruthless ambition she recognized in herself.
"You talk like a man who's willing to destroy anyone who crosses him," she murmured, her lips a breath away from mine. "I like that. A man without a conscience. Maybe even someone who can keep up with me."
I smirked, letting her draw closer, until there was barely an inch between us. "I don't need to keep up with anyone. But if you think you can handle someone who doesn't flinch, Carmela, then by all means…"
She didn't hesitate, pressing her lips against mine in a rough, bruising kiss, fierce and claiming. It wasn't gentle, and it wasn't pretty, just like the two of us. Her right hand gripped my collar, and I felt her pull me closer, her energy matching mine, her ferocity pushing me instead of holding back.
I grabbed onto her neck, slowly lifting her up onto her feet alongside me. I felt her left hand start to unbutton my pants. Then zipper, Carmela went to her knees pulling my pants and underwear down to expose my cock. It was 7 inches, she started to slowly move her tongue around the tip of my cock, a moan leaving my mouth as she did. I grabbed onto her hair, shoving her head forward, causing my dick to enter her mouth. In quick motions her head bopped forward and backwards.
She kept at it for a few more minutes before I grabbed her by her hair making her stand back up again, I pushed her against the wall and lifted her dress up. I grabbed onto her underwear and quickly ripped it off her body. Her ass was nice and round and without a care for her I shove my dick into her pussy. I moan of pleasure left my mouth just as Carmela let out a moan of pain. I grabbed onto the back of her hair as I fucked her, each time I would increase the force in which my dick went in. I then reached to move my hand underneath and started to move two of my fingers in a circle motion as I reached her clit. Within a few minutes her moans of pain turned into a mix of pain and pleasure.
Soon I felt my dick start to tense, I pulled my dick out as my cum shot into her back. She looked back at me, slight annoyance in her eyes.
"Why did you stop moving your fingers? I was about to finish too." She told me, her voice filled with annoyance.
"Perhaps next time." I told her as I went to zip my pants back up but she quickly grabbed my hand and with her other hand pulled my pants down as she went back down to her knees.
"No, we're not done till you make me cum too you bastard." She said, causing me to smirk as she started sucking my soft cock.
STATS
Health: Level 1 0/100XP
Stamina: Level 1 0/100XP
Dead Eye: Level 2 40/300XP
Charisma: Level 2 0/300XP
Stealth: Level 1 0/100XP
Gun Proficiency: Level 2 50/300XP
Melee Proficiency: Level 2 120/300XP
Riding Skills: Level 1 0/100XP
Hunting Skill: Level 1 0/100XP
Crafting Ability: Level 1 0/100XP
Fishing Skill: Level 1 0/100XP
Health Recovery: Level 1 0/100XP
Cooking Skills: Level 1 0/100XP
Tracking: Level 1 0/100XP
Gambling Skill: Level 1 0/100XP
Bond Level: Level 1 0/100XP
Intimidation: Level 3 100/600