NOTE: This is an updated version of the fic I kept private for my supporters on Patreon and SubscribeStar, but now I'm making public. Enjoy!
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Synopsis: After Guts' post-traumatic flashbacks naked with Casca, he regains his composure, and the two have the best and most loving sex they will have with each other. Or at least for a very long time. When it comes to this series ending, your guess is as good as mine.
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Under the sunlit canopy of the forest, Guts and Casca never felt more safe. No Midland soldiers and no underlying distrust between the two of them. More importantly, no more thoughts of trauma.
The young woman and current leader of the Band of the Hawk was lying down naked on the leafy floor of foliage as the Raiders' captain was on top of her. After that outpouring of emotion between the two of them as Guts finally put aside his past with Donovan and Gambino, he was no longer as brutally pumping into her as he had been when she was holding onto the tree trunk. Instead they could be as clumsy and delicate as they wanted to be.
That didn't mean she was any less affected by his brute power. Before he first took her, intimate touches were still a very new thing to her. It was much the same for him. Until he joined the Band of the Hawk, he knew only the hardness of iron and the impact of a fist. Yet the past three years of fighting with them as comrades and peacefully training in the mountains with Godot had made him forget about all that.
They had shared their first kiss after he saved her life. An honest first confession of their feelings for each other, but it was nothing to them locking lips naked, sitting and holding each other. Their tongues were going crazy in each other's mouths, her eyes blissfully closed, Casca submitted to it so easily. After reuniting with his comrades from a year of spending his solitude in the mountains, the heat of battle had been reawakened and now that same ardor had him watching her as though she were another thing to contend with and conquer while her eyes were closed softly. He had seen her face always beautiful and no less capable of ferocity, melt in their kiss to look so soft and at peace. Holding her, he felt a gentleness in her hard muscular body, felt how tightly she was holding onto him. She looked so tender but her tongue was pushing deeper into his mouth, moaning softly. Guts knew now was the time.
Pushing her down onto the leafy floor, his great body overwhelmed her smaller and more nubile form. He took her hand and planted small innocent and wet kisses all over her chiseled dark body. She could only moan at it. Such tender things were new to her as well and she had long thought she would be doing something like this with Griffith, but never this man.
In the last remaining moments of their mutual innocence, her lying down under him, he took the time to fondle her tits. Despite being so muscular, Casca still had a sizable bust, enough to inspire jealousy in the castle noblewomen. Guts' large hands were able to touch them just right, and despite her initial embarrassment before going through with this encounter, her peach hued nipples were already standing up on end.
Guts ever astute and attentive in all situations on the field and at peace, noticed her caps perking up and moved his lips to her teats. Though a virgin himself, he had an innate sense on how to use his mouth just right to pleasure her. Dragging his lips on her nipples fully perked up, he couldn't believe how hard her flesh there was, the slim and lean body of a woman, soft skin with hard muscle underneath the only other thing so hard he had ever felt was iron. But feeling her heated breaths, her beautiful face quivering with anticipation, how her ample bosom moved with every nervous breath she took, this was nothing like iron, and for once he honestly forgot about the sword and his life of fighting.
The only weapon he needed was the one he was given at birth.
She was shaking in his grasp. Her true first time naked with a man and his hot breaths on her skin, his big hands kneading her breasts in tune with the way he was using his mouth, she was in his power. While he continued kissing her nipples, she felt his tongue grace them, she couldn't believe that this could feel so good. He was far from rough as Casca or anyone else who knew him would have expected. Yet given his own inexperience, he didn't quite know how to please a woman either and so he only probed her sensitive caps with his tongue instead of full on hungering for them. But her own innocence didn't register any of that, all she felt was electric joy surging through her body.
She moaned lightly at how he caressed her. Her mind was on autopilot at that point, all her doubts seemed only like an annoying afterthought in the wake of all these novel sensations running riot inside her. A pleasant lightness formed in her chest that was perfectly in sync with the growing liveliness of want, of need in her body to let him have her for real. But it was nothing compared to the kindling in her vagina. She already felt herself getting more than a little wet, and the two of them so naked together, her mind had been lit up with worry as much as it had burned with anticipation for how this would all go down. Once he took her hand, all that anxiety dulled over, that hungry mouth devouring her body felt like a gentleman's advances, and she openly fantasized about how his penis would feel inside of her. Casca sighed to herself in longing, it was as sweet a sound as the birdsong from the trees up high.
Sitting up against a tree, Guts' face was between her breasts. He was licking, eating her flat chiseled stomach while moving her face around on her tits flowing out. Her voice had turned to a high-pitched squeak that just as soon died down in her throat. Once Griffith's second hand and now the captain of a fugitive Band of the Hawk, she was no match for the famous Hundred Man Slayer. No less so than when his fingers darted down to her precious spot.
Casca had to bite down on her hand from how good it felt. Guts ran his big fingers within her aroused vaginal lips, slowly squelching his digits into her wet vulva. He felt her clitoris stiffening up, both from the pleasure of first being touched by a man in such a loving way but also knowing it was this man who had his hands upon her. Part of her still ached for Griffith, and to have Guts felt like a betrayal, making her feel ashamed and desired in so many ways. All the while he kept munching down on her nipples, using a mix of his lips and teeth in order to make her feel just right.
At this point Casca started openly moaning, completely at peace with Guts touching her like that and the tenderness running in her heart and melting in between her legs. So much that when he stopped, she only looked at him longingly with a deep blush on her face and a faint wetness around her eyes. Whatever faint objections she had on her mind were completely gone, all she could do was melt into the erotic sensations burning within her.
Guts was no different. Iron and his own blood were the strongest tastes he had grown used to as a child, the rations of a pitiful mercenary company were forgettable at best and vile at worst, enough to make you crave the company of the dead lining the battlefields. Wandering the halls of Midland's nobility in the Band of the Hawk's glory days, he had tasted so many greater things he never imagined he would come across, and yet none of them could make him forget his past, his status as a warrior. But the taste of a woman was making him feel like a whole new man.
Kissing down her abs, he beheld her womanhood. Always a dark woman here in the fields of Midland, he was still amazed by how dark she was down there. But more than the sable hues of her vulva was how it opened on up, a pure virgin's pink shining under the sunlight. Plump and wet, her smell tantalized him as soon as he looked at her untouched treasure, a far sweeter fruit than any of the dishes in Midland's castles. Her sweet taste, her feel, he hungered for more and devoured her as deeply as he could, driving her to shake on top of him, to cry out in want, not the battle cries of a warrior but the lusts of a maiden. He wondered how she would feel as a sheath for his sword.
He was ready to find out.
"Here I go," Guts said.
Taking her against the tree, Casca gasped. The length of his sword in battle was no small thing, but it would always be a small thing to the power he was born with as a man. At peace or at war, his sword could break as it had with Boscogn, and as he had done to Griffith's blade that fateful snowfallen day, but the weapon he was born with would always remain strong. Having been his comrade she knew that too. But it was nothing compared to the sword she was forced to reckon with now, just the tip of it was so big and hot, and for those first moments it was pressed on her naked vagina, she gasped silently, she couldn't begin to imagine how it would fit inside her.
In all his years as a mercenary, Guts had never once given thought to sharing a bed with a woman. But in this paradise of nature, naked and alone with the one woman he wanted, he trusted, the heat of her bare twat, the moistness leaking out, he couldn't think of anything else and then he was all the way inside her. Casca's eyes widened at feeling him inside her, so quick and fast, he knew how to use his flesh as though it were the iron he brandished in on the battlefield, both of them were innocent as babes but in his record of victories, she was just another conquest in his power. One single instant and he had fucked away her virginity, his thing at the end of her and pushing open her walls to widths her fingers in her moments of solitude devoted to her pleasure, thinking about the man who taught her the sword and the man who saved her life, in all her gentle daydreams and wanton fantasies, nothing could prepare her for feeling this thing inside of her for real.
Her eyes had been misty as soon as Guts had first kissed her in their shared nakedness on the grass. She wanted to give it all to him and yet from the beginning there was doubt. That did nothing to keep her tongue from moving back on his as her heart quickened with every second in their mutual passion, to stop that same tongue from moving inside her sacred place and making her writhe in pleasure she couldn't begin to fathom. That was nothing compared to feeling his manhood inside of her for real, and as her flesh had become heated to all of his touches, her pussy burned at feeling his naked weapon inside of her. Whatever discomfort she felt was gradually pushed aside as those big hands of his and his massive size made her insides twist to a strange feeling she was totally unprepared for.
Her focus on that weird feeling couldn't last long, not when he started moving inside her. That big thing pulling back slowly and then pumping right back in, faster again this time, and then faster again the next, she had to suck in her breath, it felt like her nether regions were being burned with his heat. No stranger to battle, the ferocity of his penis ramming her freshly deflowered twat was a bit much to take in at first. But the force of his big dick drilling into her and her acceptance that she had given up her maidenhood to him, that strange feeling started to feel so good. As soon as she thought that, Casca bit her lip, the pleasure changed into an exuberant joy that blossomed through the rest of her body. There was nowhere else she wanted to be.
In his power, she trusted him. Their bodies were locked together as he firmly held her ass, one leg held up to make it easier for him to fuck her. Her naked tits slipped and ground against Guts' broad and manly chest. The remnants of her shattered maidenhood bled down her legs, and she made no attempt to resist. So rough and so powerful. So good.
She had been getting so used to it that she even started crying some tears of joy. He had sped up the pace of his fucking, and the cock hammering inside her had also started thickening. Her vagina so wet and aroused in that way most people could only wish they could make a virgin feel, easily accommodated the penis pounding inside of her juicy twat.
He reached down and pinched onto her clitoris, now swollen with arousal. Against her dark skin, the shining nub and her wet pussy was pink like a rose by comparison. For a mercenary woman like Casca with a built body hardened through warfare, it was no surprise that in this time of sexual satisfaction that her engorged clit sticking out of the hood had become so large at that moment that anyone looking at it would see just how closely it resembled the head of a fully engorged penis. That just made her so much more susceptible to her lover's touches as he stroked the nub, slick on his fingers. It felt so good, she had to cling to the tree just to take it better.
Whatever regrets and hesitation she had were long gone as her whole body burned with ecstasy, moving her hips down on him just as much as he was fucking her. Casca still moved like a virgin, having to hold harder and harder onto the tree trunk as he pounded her, but she didn't look like the feared leader of the Hawks, she looked like an innocent little girl. Few innocent girls in Midland wore their hair short like she did or had such a muscular body lined with small nicks and marks, and yet still looked so womanly and lustable with such firm breasts and a luscious derriere. She felt so loved and desirable, she could think of nothing but these blissful moments.
She was openly weeping tears of happiness now as the remnants of her hymen leaked down onto the prick fucking deep inside of her. Her dark skin was coated in a thin sheen of sweat, dappled in sunlight and shadow. There was no more lingering rage at this man or any troublesome concern for Griffith, her ruthless leader that would go on to ruin her life, maim her beloved, and become a demon king of the Godhand. There was only the two of them.
Even after Guts broke down. When she tasted the fresh blood from the wound she gave him, what she felt on her tongue was the warm iron of armor, something she had learned to grow used to in all her years fighting for the Band of the Hawk. Knowing only fighting for so long, the feel of it had made her feel safe. Yet tasting her own blood in battle was never as pleasant an experience. It reminded her of how quick the reaper's bell might toll for her. After he fell to his knees and poured his heart out to her, it's taste on her tongue now made her feel safe and warm in a way that she didn't know possible.
The birds had not stopped singing. The ecstasy in her body from being pounded by him earlier had broken down to a few embers of want. Yet the burning of her heart was nothing so weak, and she yearned for him obsessively in a way that went beyond touch. But he craved contact, a desire in him stronger than any of the battle lust he felt killing his enemies for the Band of the Hawk, not unlike the unsteady nature of first love yet all the more potent because of how rare such a thing was. For her to still accept him, he was reminded of the few times Gambino smiled upon him. Guts still blamed himself for everything that went wrong in his boyhood, the wounds had been laid bare under his armor and they still bled.
As did another. That tongue on the wound she gave him, it had only begun to clot in between their last duel and now it bled out again fresh as she licked him, and yet with this pain there were so many new emotions. That rush of emotions he felt as a child came flooding back, but that couldn't compare to the joy and release he had yearned for this whole time, like when Gambino first smiled upon him and gave him medicine to treat his wounds. But Casca's erotic care was better than any medicine he could ever have, each second she licked the wound, his heart fluttered with a joy, and then his dick sprang up harder than ever. He wanted her so much, there was nothing else he could think of.
Cupping his face, she made him look at her again. So beautiful, those eyes twinkled like a maiden's, and in her nakedness more regal looking than the princess. Sticking their tongues out, they embraced in pure devotion to each other. The taste of his own blood was nothing new to him in his nineteen years, at the battlefield or at rest he craved the flight of action. But tasting it on her tongue in the peace of this garden, it was like he was tasting fresh honey again for the first time when he first walked in the hallowed halls of Midland's castles and yet in everything that had transpired, this moment was so much sweeter than that.
And the fire in his flesh burned hotter than any blood. Casca melted into their kiss as he lay her down on the forest floor covered in foliage. Lying on her back, she looked like a bewitching dark nymph and she held out her arms, welcoming everything about him. He was all too happy to accept that invitation, sitting up over her in that naked heat, his manhood swelled up again, their first time was not yet finished. Lazily lying down on top of her, they were tonguing out far harder again, he was still so hard and yet her wonderful muscular body under him, the way she was holding him, pure sexual lust was still the last thing on his mind, pure satisfaction was no longer all he wanted. Her mound was hot and wet, it felt so good on his member and then as he was relaxing into that cozy warmth, he slipped inside of her so easily. His heart beat deep in his chest, she felt even better than before, a loving feeling he never received from the dead woman who incubated him and only having witnessed the madwoman Shys, Gambino's lover who could never be the mother he needed. All his agony burned away, his passion for Casca was all that remained.
Both of them so used to fighting. The sun was as bright as ever and the birdsong was an ever constant, nothing like the screams of warriors and the clanging of iron on the battlefield and yet in their sexual union, their hearts beat in tune with the chirping in the air. A gentle feeling nothing like that dick inside of her, it spoke to something of peace in herself that she hadn't felt in so long as one of Griffith's Hawks and the ordeals she suffered in the past year. But his cock deep inside of her again, with this new lightness in her spirit, her want and need for him was so much more devoted and pure.
There might have been something else to it too. Guts was far slower as he moved inside of her again, him on top of her. Both of them so horny and willing and for her to feel that massive thing push back inside of her again, she had to grab hold of his muscular body to the point that she dug her nails into his skin.
The feeling of her wet pussy clinging to his hard dick bareback, he was ready to forget all his pains. The demons that had haunted him for so long in a way his sword in battle could never slay them, they had fueled the rage that had seen him be the end of so many men looking up into blue skies and their faces down in the dirt in their final moments, but it was only his other sword that had finally beaten them back. Now firmly in control of his passions, he was ready to enjoy it as any man would.
As he would. The way she was holding onto him with her feminine body lined with muscle, it would have broken most men to either buckle under the pressure of her strength or to go all out on her with crazed lust, but Guts was the Hundred Man Slayer, Captain of the Hawks' Raiders and would go onto become the Black Swordsman, scourge to the Apostles and one of the few mortals to have earned the attention of the Godhand. Those nails in his back spoke to her sheer want for him and only incensed the fire growing in his dick as she crushed him, but her power was nothing compared to all the nicks he had earned in battle. In tandem with her walls squeezing his manhood, everything in her was so desperate for him, wanting him.
Before his confession, something dark and bestial would have spurred him on to go at it just as fast as she was moving on him. But now he was dead set on enjoying this as nice and slow as possible, and while she was moving her hips on him fast and strong, he had taken a leisurely pace to fucking her at that point. His pain now totally forgotten, he almost would have chuckled at that point.
Though he was on top of her and firmly in control, his large hand had clasped around hers. So desperate and horny, Casca looked at him, he had been so serious when they started out, he had been weeping as he poured his heart out to her and now he was gentle and strong as she always wanted a man to be with her. She couldn't even find the proper words to beg him to slam his dick inside her, she just yelled out louder and louder. So in pain before, now Guts only growled in triumph, everything about this was so good.
As he slowly pumped inside of her, Casca stuck her tongue and feebly voiced something. Didn't know what she said but he knew what she meant and they stuck their tongues out and mashed them against each other. Her body gradually resumed it's original state of pleasure when he was fucking her before, and she hit back against his hips as she remembered just how good he had made her felt.
But his confession and knowing this same man was inside her had pushed her to a new level of bliss beyond what she was feeling with him on the tree. As he was on top of her, penetrating her pussy with a slow and refined pace, she realized just how good this feeling was away from the rest of Midland and it's troubles. She turned her face away from him to cry out.
Guts felt her pleasure too. Doing it nice and slow, she was getting tighter on his penis. A stream of her fluid ran down on the cock lodged inside of her and possessed with a renewed vigor, started hitting right up against him at an increasing rate. He didn't increase his tempo at all, but she sure did. She was clinging to him now, crying out senseless moans of want and need. That big thing hitting inside of her, it was so right and each second his sword sparked a pleasant friction inside of her walls in tandem with his massive size hitting to the end of her passage with each mutual thrust. Casca could only begin to feebly wrap her legs around his back.
And yet he still felt like his one was going to break under her. The strength of her embrace, her fleshy sheath containing his weapon, and her marvelous breasts moving up on him. He had no problem with that, the way of the sword was the most familiar thing to him since he was a boy and a strong woman like this one who could handle his strength was the one thing that could tear him away from that and the fierce energy inside him could no longer be denied. As she moved up against him, he hit against her right back, just as strong and just as fast.
Exactly as what one would expect from the two with such a reputation in the Hawks. They had brought out desire in so many people watching them from afar including predators that demonkind would look at with a smile, but there was nothing more awe-inspiring and appropriate than watching two naked young specimens of muscle and beauty in the prime of their lives going at it in the sanctity of the wilderness. The speed in their thrusts and their grunts, they had put their viciousness normally reserved for fighting to only this, his dick was tearing deep inside her passage and she loved it. Her wet snatch was devouring his dick pumping inside of her, she wanted all of his fury.
As he grunted on top of her, he looked at her face crying out in sheer bliss. Her dark body, no less beautiful even with the nicks and scars over it, was still wrapped around his, and he felt the heat and sweat of her skin against his own. Her plump breasts and hard nipples mashed against his muscular chest. He latched his mouth onto hers shoving his tongue into her mouth, and she softly moaned into it, thrashing her tongue against his. He faintly remembered the trauma with Donovan, but it no longer hurt him, he felt like he had won over that demon, as happiness and desire pumped into his blood.
In the midst of his fucking, he felt her climax onto his dick. Even the victory over his traumatic victories was forgotten as her orgasm was something completely new to him. She was already moaning so deep but he had to stop fucking her to cry out and let the sensation wash over him. As the birds kept chirping all the while, so had the two of them paused to simply moan in that state of mutual pleasure. Their movements had become a little rougher and as they rubbed their hips all over each other in that awkward state.
Not that it lasted for long. As Casca was savoring her orgasm, it pushed Guts to the last of his restraint. He scooped up her ass on the grassy floor and pummeled inside of her harder than ever. She was already plenty relaxed in that state of orgasm, but him fucking her hard and raw right then pushed her out of that sweet serenity. She wasn't relaxed and she felt his penis ramming deep, and she wanted so much more. All she could do was cry out, helpless against his cock.
At his limit, Guts pushed himself to the end of her vagina and burst inside her. Casca screamed from the back of her throat as the gush of his piping hot semen searing inside her cunt her pushed her to another climax, her vagina releasing her girl cum all over Guts' penis lodged inside her. Having just recovered from her first orgasm in her life from that big dick stuffing her insides, her arms holding her up wobbled, but it was nothing compared to how her pussy clutched deep down on the spurting dick inside of it in another ridiculous climax. None of this happening stopped Guts from continuing to fuck her with all the might a man like him could, she was the one woman who had earned his affections and he had wanted her too much to stop now.
Sitting there on his knees over her, Guts breathed hard. In his year at Godot's hermitage he had come to count on the sword as though it were an extension of his being, the sparks in conflict like seeing all of life itself in those brief moments. But the iron he held in his hands was nothing compared to the weapon he was gifted with at birth, his spurting dick inside of her pussy rapt in climax couldn't stop. His first time in battle as a child he had barely anytime to register his first kill but here he would never forget his true first time with a woman.
Guts pulled his penis outside of her. Her vagina, still shaking in a state of orgasm, snapped shut, his bubbling semen leaking out of it and onto the ground under her. His member was coated with the mix of cum and even more than the beautiful woman under him, he stared at his still hard member covered with the mix of their love juices. He was so lost in the sight of it, as a mercenary within the prestigious Band of the Hawk, he had been subject to his fair share of courtly intrigue and seen his share of beautiful women. But not only did none of them interest him, he also was still afraid of touch. Never did he think he would ever confess his trauma to anyone and never did he think something like this would happen to him.
Still lost and marveling at the strange happening of how events played out in their solitude, she surprised him when she got up and, getting on her knees, took the member into her mouth. Not once in all his reflecting on his life so far had he forgotten the newfound limits of joy he felt today, and her mouth wrapped around his dick was another new and erotic sensation. Watching her clean him up with her eyes closed blissfully as she serviced him, no one would think she was the wanted criminal Casca. All he could think was how beautiful she was naked, her body was not only the sort of thing that could make court ladies jealous but her dark skin and muscular physique made her like some fabled exotic treasure, a beautiful demon that had seen the death of so many Tudor soldiers and craved alike by the decadent Midland nobility who craved her. On her knees and servicing him in this green peace away from everything else he knew, she was like a goddess from his fabled warrior's fabled afterlife.
After Casca finished cleaning him off, she stuck out her tongue, coated in the mix of their cum. That look in her eyes begging for so much more and her natural beauty so naked, she looked like a little girl untroubled with the wider affairs of the wide world around them. Down under him, her whole naked body exposed to his eyes, her tits hanging out and he saw her succulent ass wiggling cutely like she was a good girl and her whole muscular body covered in that sheen of sweat. She had let go of everything and was ready for more.
As he was. They stared a dirty raunchy kiss, closing their eyes and moaning into it. A memory burned into his mind of when Donovan forced himself on him, of tasting that same fluid in a foul act that young boy from so long ago couldn't begin to understand, bis body stung with pain for only an instant and then the joy of what was happening before washed it all away. That was a past he couldn't control and here was the present so full of life before him.
"More?" she said, grabbing his dick and stroking him. The way she said it sounded like a question but they both knew it wasn't. Their faces were still so close.
"Yes," he said. "More than anything else right now."
That was what Casca wanted too. She got down on all fours. Even someone like her could be seductive when she wanted to. She looked back at him with a naughty smile and wiggled her ass. His white elixir was still oozing out of her pink snatch.
He hurried on over to her. He was hungry and wanted more. But seeing her coax him like that, he had a mind for something else right now. This warrior woman with her dark and muscular body was a treat and now he wanted to taste her.
He took her fine and built rump into his mouth. Just like the rest of her body, it was hard and built and firm. But her skin was still soft enough for his liking and unlike the rest of her, totally unblemished of any small nicks. He sucked and bit all over the perfect flesh, enjoying every bit of it. All the while he poked his big fingers into her sensitive and gooey snatch. Casca's insides had been thoroughly wrecked by his dick but she was so off that climax that his fingers were making her shake all over.
He wasn't content to just eat her ass either. He worshipped her shapely thighs, her ripped shoulders and back were tensing as he ate her ass, touching and tasting all over it. The hot taste of her soft cheeks and the plump muscle underneath, it was everything a man could want. Guts had just cum inside a woman for the first time, but it wasn't going to be the last and he was wanting so much more from this woman.
He was more than happy to give it to her. Grabbing her hips and slamming his cock inside of her cum filled twat again, Casca threw back and yelped a high-pitched squeal, happily at this mercy. Just as fast she moved back on him again, the sounds of their wet genitals going at it were just as loud as the birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind. He almost looked monstrous as he pounded her. Even if she already wasn't so wet and naked with him, in the wake of their most recent battle and their reunion, she wanted him and needed him at a height that she didn't know was possible with another man, thinking of nothing else in those moments, her heart belonged to him on a level that only Griffith held earlier. But in the aftermath of everything, now it was Guts who held a part of her that Griffith would never take.
And there was so much more they wanted from each other. Casca was still wanton as a woman could be with a man amongst men like Guts, his semen inside of her twat squishing with every thrust made his vicious pounding just felt so good. She turned her head back to look at him longingly. He looked up and leaned forward, lewdly sticking their tongues out and mashing them together again. In the intensity of her taking it, her spirit was locked with his and in love and lust she kept at it with him in this soul kiss.
Even as he felt himself on the cusp of another orgasm. His speed increased, and she moaned hard in the intensity of it, but she showed no alarm, simply remaining with him in that sublime union, their bodies frantically locked up. When they moved their faces back and longingly gazed into each other's eyes, there was a small line of spit between their tongues under the sunlight.
The look in her eyes and the tightness of her, his pain fading in seconds, it was all too much. An explosion in his soul like divine communion, his body was no match for it. He was stung by a sudden and intense orgasm even before he felt it, shooting another load of cum deep inside of her.
She felt it too, cumming in tandem with him. Yet she smiling lovingly at him, letting out a contented sigh as she was washed over with pleasure. He continued pumping inside of her, ready to satisfy his lady's wishes, until he was seemingly spent.
He pulled out again, a long strand of goo between his dick and her pussy. Sitting back, he looked at his big dick, hung even at rest, it was coated in so much of their mutual love juices. He didn't think he could go any longer. But then she bent low and fondled her ass in front of him. There was no question what she was getting at.
A harsh memory of being violated hit him again. He felt the sting in his body like it had happened to him for real, and then it was gone just as fast. The man he was would nurture that small boy, show him how good this could be. Kneeling over her, the sight of her puckering dark rosebud was a feast for the senses.
Another kind of feast too. Casca's anal passage was so tight on his tongue, and with his face right up on her sweet booty, Guts couldn't ask for anything better. She was never a silent one in all their joining, but her voice broke up in a series of uneven moans, deep and high pitched all at once, and he dug his tongue in there deeper. His body answered his and that feeling of discomfort in his behind from so long ago morphed into a tingling of his own.
There was a far greater tingling somewhere stand. Propping himself back up on his knees, Guts slowly pushed himself inside of her anus. Casca sucked in her breath, his dick slamming inside of her pussy for the first time had been rough but his idea of taking it slow and gentle in her behind was so much worse. His tongue had cleaned deep in her passage and yet as easily as his dick was moving in there, she still couldn't believe that this big thing was going to be fucking her asshole.
Casca panted silent breaths as he continued to push his way in there. It wasn't pain and it wasn't pleasure, it was something else and she wanted all of it. Once Guts was all the way in there, he moved back very slow, then pushed his way in again. Digging her fingers into the dirt, she twisted her body not just to keep up with him but also to feel him better.
It wasn't long before the strange feelings blew up in a wild excitement that she didn't know was possible. Despite how gentle and loving they had been in the highest heights of their passion, it was nothing compared to how Casca was wanting it and craving it more than anything. A stupid smile lit up her face as she began moving back on him in earnest.
After his breakdown, Guts was ready to put all that aside for something else, namely Casca. But two nuts in and still hard up for more, he couldn't begin to think that she would take the initiative this time. As he watched her move her sleek body along with his thrusts, she suddenly looked back at him. She was biting her lip with a girlish smile on her face and growled deep from her throat.
Guts was ready to take things up a notch when she suddenly moved back so that her torso was level with his. Casca was sitting her knees on the ground with her ass on his lap while riding him. Her big butt and luscious thighs were jiggling as she humped him, and she moved her arms back around his head while looking deeply at him. The two engaged in a raunchy kiss, whatever gentleness that existed between them was wholly gone. Now they just wanted to fuck.
He cupped her breasts. His big hands were perfect to molest her jiggly tits as he saw fit, and the harder he fondled them, the faster she went at it. Pushing her nipples deep into her flesh while he crushed her teats, he lanced deep into her anus.
Casca squeaked and threw her head back onto his shoulder. No beast of darkness just yet, Guts feasted upon her shoulder while continuing to pump her. She was using her ass harder on him, and as she straddled herself better on him, spreading her legs further to fuck up that dick even harder, he bit into her neck. She gasped, her eyes opening up wide and then he bit down even harder, breaking the skin. He tasted the hot iron of her blood in his mouth and then he was sucking on the incision where his teeth marked her. She was already squirming in his power, his dick pounding her slick passage, his big hands mauling her tits and him actively sucking her blood. But then he moved one of his hands down to her vagina.
He brushed his massive palm on her mound in a gesture as slight as the wind. That single change in stimulation on her clit suddenly had her screaming, and then she fell back on him, moving her ass on him in a frenzied fit. She grabbed the trunk of his torso as hard as she could just to keep herself steady, she couldn't contain herself anymore.
Guts' fingers pinched her clit. Casca's screaming suddenly vanished in her throat and she clenched down on her teeth like she was having a nervous breakdown. The clenching of her anal muscles on his dick, he had another flashback as though he were Donovan again, that feeling of power surged inside of him and then he blew his load deep inside of her. Guts had never forgotten the predator Donovan and here more than anywhere, that monster was still fresh on his mind. In the future, the Black Swordsman would think if such a man was even capable of becoming a demon. Could such a man even love anything, would he have anything to sacrifice?
But in the heights of this sacred rapture right now, all that pain was a child's scrape come to heal. Here in this position, he could not help but think it was in a position like this that he was assaulted. And here alone with Casca reliving it, the trauma faded away, ebbing as though it meant nothing. The boy had become a man. Casca writhed frantically as her whole body broke down in his grasp, it was pleasure bordering on insanity. The joy of life.
He suddenly felt very weak and drained. His vision was hazy and his ears were ringing from it all, like he had led an entire lifetime in those brief minutes. But the guilt in his breakdown before and his pain still fresh, he had made peace with it. He no longer needed to fear this side of himself. He was Guts alone and he had slain that pig bastard.
Here with such a beautiful woman, he had won. For all of his scars and the darkness that would come to haunt him, an Apostle in the depths of their misery faced with the Behelit's temptation could never do that. As she fell off him, shaking in her release, he lay with her. This was all he needed, and he intended to spend it with her uninterrupted. And lying there on his back, his heart smiled when she lay on her side and held onto him in mutual slumber.
As for why the other Hawks didn't go looking for them, Judeau and Pippin were well wise to their glorious leaders' activities and knew how to quell the other Hawks' concerns.
The next morning before setting out to rescue Griffith from his prison, they knew what they had to do. They were mercenaries by trade and warriors by heart. But more than the impending battles on the horizon, they remembered the taste and feel of each other's flesh. When they set out, they wouldn't know when they'd have this kind of privacy again.
She looked down and saw his hard length again. She smiled and approached him and looked right at him up into his eyes, rubbing her mound up against it while she fondled his nuts. There was no mistaking that level of need in her eyes.
Guts said he wanted to do it with her hundreds, thousands of times. Casca pouted knowing he only wanted one thing, but deep down she was of much the same opinion, and there was more things she wanted to do to him too. Before he could act, she pushed him down onto the forest floor. Straddling herself on top of him, she grabbed the base of his shaft. Looking at him, she was slowly stroking his shaft with her palm while brushing it with her fingers. Only having been a virgin until hours ago, she was already getting a feel for skillfully moving her hand on a penis. It wasn't vigorously jacking him off like he wanted, and as the heel of her palm moved to the base of his member each time, it teased his balls, swelling up, needing more.
Just as he was about to lose it, she suddenly moved herself on top of him. Holding the base of his shaft, she lowered herself deep on him. Whatever hesitation Casca had was long gone, she was wet and willing and wanted nothing else. Here in the great expanse of nature and in perfect privacy in spite of that, naked and exposed to everything, she never felt so relaxed and excited at once.
As she rode him, Guts grunted. Here he was lying down under the sunshine with a woman of such titanic beauty riding his dick lodged in her juicy cunt, but she was every bit a warrior as he was. Each use of her hips was heaven on his dick and hell on him. Looking up at her, her face was twisted with a crazed smile as she almost laughed in the sweet satisfaction of their joining.
It was a challenge and he intended to answer it. Grabbing her luscious thighs hanging over him, he pumped right back inside of her with just as much ardor as she was giving him. Already lost in a euphoric high, Casca shamelessly fondled her tits to fast speed herself up to another orgasm as they went at it.
Clamping his paws into her legs, Guts used that grip on her body to pump deeper into her. She was getting so tight already, and her high and mighty cackling broke down into a series of feverish moans. But she still sounded as enthusiastic as ever, and looked behind her, she looked at her ass. Wanting to do him better, she put more emphasis on bouncing her ass along with her hips as she humped him.
He was driving his dick into her even harder. She growled in her moans, he felt so good and then she gave up their little fight, falling right on top of them. Her tits rubbed up on his muscular chest as they kissed each other hard. Her submitting herself willingly to him, he clutched her perfect derriere in his hands before he slapped one of her cheeks like he always wanted to.
Just as she was getting comfortable, Guts scooped Casca up under her ass and, standing up, pumped inside of her even harder. She cried out happily as she drove his length deep in her. Having just cum was good enough, but the fire of love burning inside her heart made her cravings insatiable, and as he made his initial movements inside of her, she was very quickly getting wet enough for the both of them.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him to keep herself steady. Far more composed this time, she was able to hold onto him and fuck that dick up just the way she liked. As she moved herself back and forth on top of him, Guts took one of her tits into his mouth, and slowly licked all over it. He wanted this one as much as she did, but he was also content to take it as slow as he needed to.
Casca held onto his head, encouraging him to go at it even harder. He was more than happy to oblige, she had one hell of a pair of tits in spite of her amazonian physique, and he sucked all over as he pleased. Soon he went all out, eating her tits while driving his dick inside her.
She was bucking herself hard on him. All he could think was that her nipples were so hard they could break his teeth. The way they puckered in his mouth, he knew that's where she was weak even as her pussy was almost crushing his cock. Guts got the idea fast and sucked solely on her nipples at a rapidfire pace, driving her crazy. Her grip became more frantic, holding onto him harder and more desperately like she was a small child, digging her nails into his skin even deeper than their first time. Moving his hands into the cleft of her asscheeks, he probed her anus with his fingertip.
Casca was whimpering loudly. She was moving on him hard, she didn't think she'd be this close to a climax already. He looked up at her and they locked their lips in a frenzied and wet kiss. He grabbed her ass again smacking it as he pleased, and she humped him hard, rubbing her small muscular bust right up against his manly and built chest. He was pumping inside of her faster too, he was locked with her body and soul and her own sensitivity was pushing him to his own state of release.
She threw her head back and cried out again before her voice turned into a series of low whimpers and murmurs. Him biting into one of her nips, her vagina tightened and clenched onto his penis so hard that he stopped just to savor it. Either it was an orgasm or something close to it, and then he suddenly grunted deep, blowing a fresh load of his cum into the end of her and he kept spurting deep inside that pussy. Already weak against him, Casca just lay her head on his shoulder and shook wildly as he rocked her, she was no match for his dick and cum. But she smiled as she melted into that orgasm.
It was the beautiful start to their new adventure, one that would end in tragedy in so many ways. And still, years from now Guts would treasure these memories above all else. Even when he wasn't openly thinking of it whether it was in the heat of battle against one of the Apostles or simply continuing on his perilous journey, he still remembered the fond echoes of it in his heart. The Skull Knight called him the struggler and compared him to a fish that could breach the surface of the stream called causality. If that was so, then at that point in time, the two of them were fish out of water. Free of evil.
Free of Griffith.
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