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"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 1d/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit

[(Anonymous)]

The bandit leader was surprisingly clean for someone living out of a cave. His skin was dark from hours in the sun, not dirt, and when she leaned close to put her lips to his cock, all she smelled was clean man. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Kathryn slid her lips along his length until she’d taken as much as she could. A few finger’s-width remained. She drew her head back, and bobbed it forward once more.

His breathing sped up.

She heard a low noise in his throat, one she guessed preceded his orgasm, so she slowed, her head moving almost imperceptibly, until he thrust his hips forward. Then she pulled her head back entirely.

“Tease,” he growled, but he sounded almost amused.

He stood, shoved his pants and boots off, and finished stripping himself. She couldn’t resist watching the play of skin and muscle. She would be hard-pressed to find any unnecessary fat on him. He was an archetype of an ideal Nord.

He took a step toward her, scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. She grunted as his shoulder knocked the wind out of her, and felt the jostle of each step. Thankfully, he didn’t have to take her far.

To the rear of the cave, nearer the fire, there was a raised wooden platform, and an honest-to-goodness bed, heaped with furs and blankets. He dropped her on it easily, and then began stripping her as efficiently as he had himself.

When she was bare, he drank in the sight of her.

“Fucking beautiful, princess.” He growled. “Now turn around.”

Kathryn had only a moment’s thought about rebelling. And then she turned and bent so her hands rested on the bed and her ass jutted toward him obscenely. He took advantage of it, running his fingers along her slit, finding that she was absolutely soaked in anticipation.

Without further preamble, he lined himself up and entered her in one fluid motion. She gasped, balancing herself on her toes and pressing back against him. When he withdrew, she felt the loss. And then he was back, filling her once more. He set a fast pace, pulling back and slamming home quickly and ferociously.

He bent over her, his pace slowing only slightly as he braced himself on one arm. His other slid down along her belly finding her clit and rubbing it, circling and catching it with each stroke. She moaned in earnest now. And then his teeth were catching her shoulder in a primal grip and he was slamming harder into her and she was clenching and orgasming around him.

The bandit kept going, picking up his pace one more. He rose, his fingers digging into her hips and pulling her back against him so her breasts bounced and she struggled to maintain her balance. It was amazing and nearly painful as he slammed their bodies together with an audible slapping noise. He came inside her with another growl, continuing to pump into her for another moment or two before he slowed, his breathing heavy.

Kathryn felt her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

They clothed themselves in silence, and when they were both fully equipped once more, he faced her.

Their eyes met.

“I think,” he said slowly, “that despite giving a thorough beating to the mercenary wench who came to roust me, I have decided to leave this area behind.”

“I think I’ve successfully gotten rid of the bandit problem I was asked to take care of,” Her eyes strayed to the remains of her sword. “At great personal expense.”

His teeth flashed in the dimness once more.

“Deal.”

She couldn’t resist giving him one farewell kiss, their lips meeting with bruising desperation and hunger. His hand slapped her ass as she walked away.

“Take care of yourself, princess. Nobody’s allowed to kill you but me.”

“Sorry handsome,” she said, raising her hand in a farewell without turning back. “But I believe I’m the one who’s got a contract with you. If you let anyone else kill you, so help me, I will raise you and kill you again.”