The savagery of Eastheathe was much more than Bearpaw had anticipated for an America town. It hadn’t even compared to the rather tame lifestyles of the tribe. The serenity he was once accustomed to waking too, had been abruptly replaced by the activities of the local peoples of the town. Bounties being brought into the sheriffs cells so early in the morning that the moon had barely passed; trading caravans dragging various stock and materials through the town centre, and trains rattling into the station a distance away, quaking the earth as they came to a halt.
But all this paled in comparison to this specific December morning in Madam Tabby’s.
A recent mining campaign had brought a huge influx of working men and bureaucrats looking to make a profit. This meant that besides Cranky Dans Games house & Casino, Madam Tabby’s was the only other place for the new visitors to find any entertainment. While this meant more money for Madam Tabby, and so more money for Bearpaw, it also meant more trouble. In the days leading up to this dreaded morning, the words “Gold Tooth” was shouted out of windows and down corridors so frequently, you’d think it was a dentist and not a brothel.
Because of this rise in clientele, Bearpaw was instructed by Tabby to saddle up, go to the neighbouring farmland, and find more muscle. Bearpaw now had 4 men under his Posse. Besides black Martin (the man he once shared a room with), there was Matthew (a lanky cowboy with strong hands and a mean glare), Barny (a bearded field worker, broad bellied with a quick draw on a shot gun), and black Kenny (Barny’s best friend in the fields; short, sinewy, but loud mouthed and aggressive). Now guarding Madam Tabby’s with a rather friendly iron fist, Bearpaw had constructed a respectable shack round the back of the main building and had settled with his men here.
On this particular morning Bearpaw had fallen asleep at the table in the shack playing poker with back Kenny and Barny. The smell of beer still lingering from the night before still fresh in the air. The crew were rudely awoken by distant shots fired and Matthew sprinting into the shack. “Y’all gotta wake the fuck-up right now!”
Throwing on their belts, jackets and boots, the posse ran down to the front of Madam Tabby’s being hurried by the echoing scream of the Madam herself. When they turned the corner, they found her clutching her shoulder, cussing and cursing so furiously that her voice had began to leave.
After calming down Tabby, and hearing out Matthew’s retelling of the events that preceded the gunshots, Bearpaw learnt that two brothers had turned up at the brothel at the break of sun, barged in, took one of the working girls, the young blonde that Bearpaw vaguely remembered, who had apparently been their sister, as well as the Madams cash that was on her. Black Martin had gone on chase of the two brothers up into the woods north of Eastheathe. Bearpaw took a rifle, instructed Barny to stay back with Tabby, and went off into the woodland with his Posse.
Returning well after the winter sun had gone down, the Bearpaw returned to Madam Tabby’s Brothel, spattered with blood, carrying a disheveled blonde girl, and 90 dollars richer. Out front was a red head who Bearpaw came to know as Sky, sitting beside Tabby on a bench. “Oh thank goodness you guys got back okay! You know I wasn’t worried at all but aunt Tabby kept walking to the top of the road and back waiting for you! Had to calm her down with some of that warm wine she keeps in her room…”
“Shouldn’t need to worry ‘bout us any more Tabby” grunted Bearpaw. “Got your lil girly back safe and sound, aaaaand your money” he added proudly, climbing down from the horse, lifting the girl into his arms and off the horse. She let out a slight giggle as he put her on her feet and watched her skip into Sky’s arms. “Thank you Madam, thank you! Oh those villains nearly had me, I never want to be around my family again! Thank you so much for your help”.
“Don’t thank me, the boys are the ones who got you!”
“Oh I already thanked them enough” grinned the blonde, wiping her mouth and fixing her dress. Bearpaw sauntered over to Tabby and handed her the stack of cash.
“Keep it” said the Madam, “you earned that taking care of all this mess, and what a good job you did.”
“Yeah we won’t be hearing from them again” Bearpaw responded. “Im heading in… I need a thick steak and pretty girl”.
“Ill be right over!” Sky added, with a smooth smile.
Sky and Bearpaw never really spoke much, but being the Madam’s right hand meant that when business was serious, they often dealt with the matters together. Besides from her respected position with Tabby, she also charged premium, consorting with the more esteemed clients of Eastheathe. Being with a red skin would jeopardise business, so Tabby tried her best to keep the two figures of her Brothel distant.
But on this night, with blood still rushing from the run in with the Brothers, as well as business being slim (with the rumours of trouble keeping some clients away from the brothel), it spelled mischief for the two. Into the dead of the cold night, the gang were well fed on steak, beans, and cornbread, not to mention drunk on mulled whine and pale ale. Mostly huddled around the flame of the stove in the brothel kitchen, a small room behind the bar, the gang sat mellow and festive.
Tabby nursed her bullet wound with more whisky and warm towels, she sat lazy and drunk watching the sky from her room. Most of the girls had gone to bed at this hour, with no luck with their everyday clients. This quiet and somber mood was not fitting well with Bearpaws elevated spirits and adrenaline. Kicking his feet off the table where he sat, he took off his jacket and and tunic. Pacing up the stairs of the brothel, shirtless, skin blushing from the drink and the cold, and sweat glazing his back and chest, he made his way to Sky’s room. It was a solid wooden door at the end of the hall, opposite Tabby’s. He approached carefully. Knocking gently, as to not alarm the madam.
No response. He knocked again, with the same silence calling back. He cracked open the door anyway, and saw an empty bed. Creeping in, Bearpaw was intrigued by both the absence, as well as the tidiness of the room. Velvet curtains and a large bed with clean white sheets. Perfume bottles lining a dresser with a large framed mirror. A neckless sitting loosely on a bedside table. And no Sky to be seen. Being in the room felt taboo. It felt dangerous. It felt exactly how he wanted to feel right now. Heart beat pulsing in his chest now, he reached down and began feeling a now throbbing dick between his legs. He paced the room, looking for some sign of her. He picked up a dress that was left on a hanger, and took a deep breath into it. Smoky and fruity perfume, along with her faint scent from wearing it all day. He grew harder, anticipating what he was looking for. He put the dress down, and looked out of her window. She had an excellent view of the outback of Eastheathe. No buildings, just a distant field with cows and wheat, and in the corner of the horizon, the gang’s shack. And walking towards the shack, wearing a gown, red hair reflecting the moonlight, was Sky. His heart leapt and he quickly made his way down.
Grabbing only his jacket, he walked out into the open air, biting cold pinching his skin. He saw Sky standing at the porch of the shack. She must have only just knocked on the door, as when Bearpaw approached from behind and lifted her up, she squealed in shock. She pushed away from him and began playfully smacking his arm. “Fuck! You scared the shit outta me!” she whispered. Bearpaw laughed and went for her hand to lead her in, but she pulled away. “No, no, not here… I know somewhere fun” she said with a wry smile. She skipped towards his leashed horse and sprung up into the saddle, taking the reins. Bearpaw climbed on behind her, taking her hips, pushing his own into her. Sky led them to the edge of the outback, where the hills became steep, and the cliff faces stared at them with darkened caves. They leashed the horse to a nearby tree, and she led Bearpaw down a path to an opening of trees. A lake appeared from between them, with the moonlight casting long shadows as they approached.
“Wow, this is quite the spot you’ve found”
“Well, im not in habit of sharing it so, don’t go brining all those bimbos down here”
“I wouldn’t dream of it”. Bearpaw walked up to Sky, so that his face was inches from hers. He lay his hands on her waist. Sky embraced his touch, wrapping her arms around him, dropping her head to his chest. She breathed heavily and her chest pressed against his hard middle.
She stepped back and let her loose gown drop to her feet. She stepped forward and pressed her lips to his. Pulling away slightly, his desperation swelled to knew heights as he took her face in one hand, pulling her body in closer with his other. She began unbuckling his heavy belt, undoing the buttons on his trousers.
Springing out his hard dick, she looked into his eyes as she licked her palm and began stroking him. He smiled, letting her work. As his head fell back, he heard her spit onto his dick again. His whole body stiffened as he attempted keep his balance. Frustrated even more now, he pulled his hips away. He spat in his own hand, and held it to her face. She spat in his hand, mimicking him, eyes looking for his affirmation. He took his hand and rubbed her warmth between her legs. He smirked as her knees began to give, just as his had. But he didn’t let up, seeing her wriggle made him push on. On and on he went, toying and sliding his fingers along her clit and pussy, fingertips reaching her ass as he went. His hand became wetter than it had when he started, so he pulled away, and brought his hand to her mouth. She smiled weakly as she put his fingers in her mouth, tasting the mess she left, though unashamed.
He took her waist once again, turning her to face the lake. Still standing, he slid into her. Feeling the warmth of her body against the cold air made him keep close to her, though his movement grew more and more erratic. She began to writhe around so much that his was hard for him to keep steady. He grabbed her arms in one hand and bent her over slightly. His other hand took a fist of her hair as he moved into her harder. She came hard, her short breaths let out plumes of smoky breath into the cold night. He eased up, catching his breath, pulling himself off of her.
He sat back against a tree, as he watched her collect herself. She made her way back to him, straddling his legs. She embraced him, kissing his lips, chapped from the cold. She took his dick and toyed with it as they made out beneath the tree, morning droplets now forming on the grass and leaves around them.
She took him in once more. Riding. Grinding. Heat rising from their bodies as their moans drown any natural atmosphere from the forest. As her pace quickens, Bearpaw takes her back in his arms, and fills her.
Their skin still sensitive from the sensations, the air teases them more. Warm bodies in the desolate land.
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