Arthur Morgan

Fuck.

That’s was all you could think of.

You had joined Van der Linde gang wanting a better and free life. Not wanting to accept for what the world has come to.

You didn’t plan on falling in love or daring telling anyone your secret that you were a tranny, a female to male.

But yet here you are.

In Arthur Morgan’s tent, who was your lover and had been despite the 9 year gap between the two of you. His shoes off, his pants down at his ankles. His blue button up shirt slightly undone showing his brown chest hair. His brown hair all messy, his green eyes staring you down as he smoked a cigarette. His hand resting at your hip.

Fuck why did he watch and not do anything?

Here you are pants and underwear off your white button up shirt barely on, as you were grinding your wet pussy on Arthur’s thigh. You had your face nuzzled in Arthur’s shoulder trying to muffle your whines and whimpers for Arthur, begging for him to fuck you and get your horny state over with. Finger nails digging into his forearm as your hips did all the work, almost as if they had a mind of their own.

“Arthur…..Arthur please just…just”

You started to beg whispering in his ear, his grip on your hip tightening a bit.

“Please what? Or is your brain filled to the brim with these horny thoughts?”

“Fuck you Arthur!”

You spat out before he hushed you quickly.

“Come on not so loud now, don’t want Dutch or any of the members of our gang seeing you like this do you?”

Arthur had made a very good point because dear god what a sight to behold for people to see your sweet little pussy all out whenever your meant to have a cock. How would they react? Would it be disgust? Angry? Or acceptance? Well you weren’t going to find out.

You quieted down a bit as you started to grind harder on Arthur’s thigh.

“That’s a good boy”

Arthur smiled and kissed your jawline.