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 brutal 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. So he surprised her when he held 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, he took the time to fondle her tits. Despite being so muscular, Casca still had a sizable bust. 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. 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 melted right away. A pleasant lightness formed in her chest, but it was nothing compared to the kindling in her vagina. She already felt herself getting more than a little wet, and having seen him naked at that point, allowed her mind to dull over and fantasize about his penis inside of her. As she sighed to herself, it was as sweet a sound as the birdsong from the trees up high.

No less so than when his fingers darted down to her precious spot. She had to bite down on her hand from how good it felt. He ran his fingers within her aroused vaginal lips, slowly squelching them 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 feelings running in her heart and 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.

“Here I go,” Guts said.

When he first took her against the tree, she had been taken aback the moment he fucked away her virginity. Even though she was 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 powerful penis drilling into her and her acceptance that she had given up her maidenhood to him allowed her to quickly feel a sudden pleasure in her vagina that spread throughout to the rest of her body.

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.

Whatever regrets and hesitation she had were long gone as her whole body burned with ecstasy, giving it back to him just as much as he was fucking her. She was openly weeping tears of happiness now as the remnants of her hymen leaked down onto the prick fucking deep inside of her. There was no more lingering rage at this man or any troublesome concern for Grifith, 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 flavor 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.

She winced as she lay down and he mounted her once more. The feel of a penis was still new to her, and even in her state of emotional tenderness and her attraction to Guts, it was still a lot of take in as his dick slid inside of her vagina again.

He had taken a leisurely pace to fucking her at that point. Though he was on top of her, his large hand had clasped around hers. As he slowly pumped inside of her, 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. As they were 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.

Casca wrapped her legs around his back. She was clinging to him now, crying out senseless moans of want and need. The heat in her vagina was stronger now, and whatever thoughts of hesitation she once had were gone. She wanted it deeply.

Despite that earlier outburst, Guts was still the captain of the Hawks’ raiders and the way of the sword was the most familiar thing to him since he was a boy. So he was not put off by her newfound passion. As she moved up against him, he hit against her right back, just as strong and just as fast.

The two of them were locked in mutual need. Without needing any words, they fucked each other hard and fast. Exactly as what one would expect from the two with such a reputation in the Hawks. Guts by now had given into his sexual lust, knowing it’s exactly what Casca wanted from him. Even with as hard as he was giving it to her, the soft grassy foliage were a nice cushion for her behind with all the pressure from each hit from his penis.

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.