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.