<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/e/e4/Natehunter.png/437px-Natehunter.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nathan Hunter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Senior Deputy (Law Dogs)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 1, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Camp Gǒu<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Margeurite, Closed<br/><hr/>It was Perdition itself to pull free from her mouth, but hot desire had seized hold and freed the beast within.  Her eagerness to take him only further igniting his ardor.  The darkness only made the sensations of her mouth all the more intense, making the blood pulse through his girth, his scrotum tense with unspent seed.  The little noises of suction and gasped breath between thrusts only drove him madder, until finally he couldn't stand the thought of another moment not spent between her thighs.<br/><br/>The sinking into her pussy's embrace was only finer than his imagination.  He'd been with only one woman in his time, a sickly New York woman he'd married and watched die slowly from consumption.  They'd had a few happy months together, years prior, and he'd not lain with a woman since.  Margeurite's needy pussy was night and day from the woman who'd endured his touched with grit teeth, whimpering with every thrust.  She seemed to encourage every hard thrust, coaxing each harder than the last, making his masculinity feel needed, craved, not a thing to repulse and detest.  He was on edge, nearly past the point of no return, each thrust bearing her flexing hips and full breasts back down under his weight and his savagery.  He kissed her, over and again, his mouth as savage and hungry as the sex which gripped and milked him, making his own small pants and heated growls.<br/><br/>He ignored the words of the man, continuing to ride her hard, his own release so close his every muscle, every nerve was taught the agoniy of near release.  A lock of hair dangled against her nose, and his breath played hot over her skin with each furious grunt.  Then his entire body tensed with the splash of cold water.  In the slim illumination through the tent flaps, cold rage sparkled in his eyes.  He went still, but every muscle was taut, tense, a tiger ready to spring.<br/><br/>That tired smile softened the rage, though.  There was something heartbreaking in it, a reminder how little better than these men he was.  He closed his eyes, the desire to put bullets in the head of both these men blunted by the need to see her to a better life, whatever that might be.  He was perfectly happy to throw his life away in the defense of a woman – but if all she received was beatings and more violations by virtue of such a loss, it was not an exchange he was willing to make.  He offered a silent, gentle kiss on her cheek, a promise.  Then he gently extricated himself from her heated clench, and pushed himself to his feet.  He offered a smile to Tom that was all teeth, slipping his wet cock away, his hand brushing the reassurance at his side.<br/><br/>“Ma'am,” he offered to her, tipping his head.  He returned the forced smile to Rooster, stepping out of the tent, his every muscle still rigid with unspent tension.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>