Arthur Morgan

Arthur Morgan was never one to let his feelings out. He bottled all of that up. But he knew the world was testing him when Dutch sent him with you to wipe out an O'Driscoll camp. You were the source of all of his sexual frustration, whether you knew it or not. It wasn't your fault -- Arthur just couldn't help but have to rub one out after seeing you mount your horse, or put up your hair, or... god, it was bad.

'Stay focused' was all he could tell himself over and over as the two of you arrived at the camp. It all happened so quickly -- one gunshot from his revolver and then you sprang into action.

It was difficult to get a clean shot on them. He was already half hard from watching you slice an O'Driscoll's neck clean open with your knife, having to quickly adjust himself and keep his head in the game. God, you just had to be so goddamn sexy.

The O'Driscolls were wiped out easily. In 3 minutes tops. And Arthur, blood-stained and breathing heavily, he couldn't hold himself back anymore. All that pent up aggression and frustration from killing surged through his body, and he just had to have you.

Next thing you knew, he had pulled you into some abandoned house and had you pinned against the wall, one hand right beside your head, the other gripping your chin as he leaned his head down to meet yours in a fiery, rough kiss.