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“Alright. This looks like a good place to settle. Let's rest here for the night. We still have another days ride before we get to Windham.”
“Yes, commander!” The sea of men replied.
Casca couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the trust they had in her. It's true that she felt lost at times. Like this position was just barely holding the remnants of her sanity together. But, with every passing day, she knew it was the same for them too.
The men had grown weary from being on the run for the past year. Their numbers were reduced to a mere few hundred compared to the legion they'd once been. Supplies was severely rationed and some nights they barely had enough to eat. But these men never wavered, and that was because she never gave up on them. They needed her just as much as she needed them. Yet, there were times when her soul longed for more.
“Anything you want me to do, Boss?”
Hearing the voice that made her breath catch, she turned towards the man standing next to her horse. The man who breathed life into her cold existence. The man she needed most.
Looking down into his warm brown eyes, she saw a playful glint that made her body grow hot. It was so different from the soft warm feeling Griffith gave her. A warmth that provided her with a sense of purpose. No, this was the gaze of lover. Something she wasn’t even sure this battled hardened man was capable of.
Of course that was before she’d experienced his passion. One that made her core flood with a strange throbbing heat. Just as it did the day she let him inside her.
Clearing her throat, Casca diverted her eyes from his knowing gaze and pointed to the men. “Go help them secure the perimeter. I’ll get Judeau to make sure camp is set up. Once that’s done we’ll go over our plans again before we rest. We’ll be taking different routes in the morning and I want everyone to be ready.”
“Will do, Boss.” With that, he passed her another grin before choosing a few soldiers to help with the task at hand. His little nickname bringing a small smile to her face.
“Commander?” Realizing she’d been caught staring, she quickly dismounted so the waiting soldier could take her horse.
‘Focus Casca! You don’t have time for this.’ She shouted to herself.
As she made her way to the supplies carriage, she caught Judeau winking at her. Like he already knew what had transpired between her and Guts. Though when it came to Judeau, it wasn’t a shock that he’d picked up on her change in behavior. While the other men were just happy not to see them at each others throats, Judeau knew better. She hadn’t disclosed her feelings and knowing Guts, he’d been discreet about their morning together. However, nothing slipped past Judeaus watchful gaze.
Ignoring the blond imp, she continue on her trek, stopping whenever a soldier asked a question. When she snuck a peek in Guts direction, those brown eyes always managed to find hers.
Casca wondered why she was so hyper aware of him. It’s not like they haven’t been around each other for days. Though, with all the preparations for Griffiths rescue and Guts old company hogging their commander, they’d barely had any time to themselves. There’d been no real discussion about them and what they were now. Aside from a few stolen kisses on her forehead, he didn’t try to initiate anything further. Not that she minded the reprieve.
Their coupling had been so raw and passionate. She’d only just started to walk properly, and emotionally, it left her completely drained. There were so many things she came to terms with. Her feelings for Griffith and her love for Guts. It was so much at once and Casca had a feeling the same went for him as well. Now that she knew about his traumatic past, he may still be getting comfortable with the idea of intimacy.
But, tonight would be different. They’d actually have some time to spend together and she had a sneaking suspicion he knew that too.
Pushing the thoughts aside, she met with her caravan leader to review their supplies. Mid conversation she got the strange feeling of being watched. When she looked up, Guts was leaning against a tree on the other side of camp with his eyes locked on her. Their concentrated gaze contradicting her previous thoughts.
“Sis? Are ok?”
“Huh?” Startled by the young mans worried voice.
Trying not to think about the heat spreading across her cheeks, she returned her focus to their discussion. Her mind replaying the message in those brown eyes.
He was definitely ready for more.
****
After dispersing from their strategy meeting, Casca went to her tent to gather a change of clothes. The men said there was a small spring nearby, and after two days of travel a bath was exactly what she needed. While rummaging through her trunk, Guts peeked his head in.
“Oi, Judeau said you wanted to bathe in the spring we found.”
‘Damn that Judeau.’ She thought with a roll of her eyes. Straightening, she turned to face him with her supplies in hand.
“Just cause I’m around a bunch of men doesn’t mean I have to smell like one.”
Blushing at his deep chuckle, she playfully push his face out of her tent. Not missing the sly kiss he placed on her palm.
“You’re annoying sometimes, you know that?” Her blush deepening at his seductive smirk.
“Come. I’ll keep watch.”
“That’s not a good idea. The men are gonna wonder where you are.”
Hearing the drunken laughter behind him, he raised a brow at her concerns. “Not for a while. Plus, it's dark and you don’t know where it is.”
“It’s a full moon and I can take care of myself.” Placing a hand on her hip.
“Oh, I know. I still have the scar to prove it.” Rubbing the sore wound on his side.
Pursing her lips at his unconvincing show of pain, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You probably just wanna see me naked again.”
“Maybe.” He whispered deeply. “Or maybe I just wanna be with you.”
This was new. Casca knew that Guts could be a little mischievous at times, but this was downright flirtation. His deep raspy voice was smooth as silk and his eyes shined with a desire that had her nipples hardening beneath her tunic. The twing she felt between her thighs was still an unfamiliar feeling. It pulsed and called for attention. Attention he seemed more than ready to give.
When his eyes dropped to the hard buds pushing against the loose fabric of her tunic, a deep-seated hunger crossed his face. He wanted her, and with the way her body hummed, she wasn’t exactly in the mood to say no.
“Lead the way, commander.” She whispered with a look that made him lick his lips.
Casca was pretty sure this stone cold man would’ve ravaged her right there if it weren’t for the group of soldiers behind them. Instead, he took a deep shuddering breath and turned towards the forest.
“Follow me.”
As they walked in silence, she wondered if he thought about how things had changed between them. Years ago they would’ve done everything they could to avoid each other. Now here they were sneaking away for another tryst in the woods.
Her jealousy at his closeness to Griffith had always been present in her mind. Back then, she never understood why he favored Guts so much. But as time passed, Casca realized that Griffith saw something in him she hadn’t tried to see.
Guts was simple man who’d done nothing but survive all his life. He’d hidden his pain behind the violence of battle and never really knew where he belonged. The moment he allowed her to see that part of him, it became clear why he irked her so, and why she’d fallen in love.
The truth was, they were one and the same. On the surface, she only appeared to have found her place. The men respected her and Griffith had shown her how to live proud. But to him, she was just another soldier. The word ‘woman’ no longer existed. A side of herself she’d suppressed, just as he did to let ‘mercenary’ become his entire being. The difference between her and Guts was that he had the strength to find his way.
Casca thought that part of herself was dead. Yet, the second she saw his face, everything burst to the surface. His presence unearthed feeling so strong they almost consumed her. Feelings she soon came to learn weren’t just her own.
He said that he hadn’t found his answer. That nothing had changed during his time away. But, she saw something. The man that kissed her so sweetly wasn’t the same person. A year ago, the Guts she remembered wouldn’t have offered to share his soul with anyone. But…
‘Come with me…’
She’d thought of those words many times over that last few days. Casca honestly wasn’t sure what her answer would be, but as she watched his strong back under the light of the moon, she knew what direction her heart was leaning.
******
Pushing aside the low hanging branches, Guts honed in on the light footsteps behind him. It was strange how he’d become so aware of her presence. All he could think about was her. A moment ago, when she raised those almond shaped brown eyes at him brimming with quiet seduction, it took everything in him not to lean down and kiss her.
He wasn’t blind to how things had changed between them. Even before his departure, the icy regard he’d carried towards her had begun to thaw. Casca was always a comrade in arms to him. A fellow solider that, despite their volatile relationship, he respected. But as time passed, she’d become more than that. He didn’t see another soldier. He saw a woman.
A strong woman whose wits and skill allowed her to command over a thousand men. A woman who'd fought her way through the malice and deceit of those that looked down on her. A beautiful woman who managed to touch a part of him he didn’t even know existed.
Intimacy had always been a foreign concept for him and he still didn’t care much for people touching him, but not Casca. Her touch put him at ease and burned him at the same time. He wanted to feel those small weathered fingers caress his skin and clutch his back. He longed for one more taste of her lips, which reminded him of the sweetest honeyed wine. However, even that lingering flavor didn't compare to being cradled in the depths of her body while she called his name. Being inside her warmth had been absolutely divine and no amount of training could have prepared him for the way his lust had taken hold.
As they reached the clearing, Casca walked around him to get a better look at the small spring. The calming sound of water could be heard as it bubbled down the large curved pieces of stone. But his eyes weren’t on the stream. They only saw her.
Feeling a large hand grab her arm, Casca looked back to see Guts gazing down at her. She gasped when he abruptly pulled her against his chest and captured her lips. Her bath momentarily forgotten, the items she carried fell to the moss covered ground as she reached up to clutch his spikey dark hair. His passionate kiss made her moan in unrestrained lust while the slow burning heat she’d felt earlier quickly grew. It's smoldering flame rapidly spreading from her belly to the nipples pressed against his chest. The sensation then traveled to the flutter between her thighs, amplifying it into a strong needy pulse.
Casca didn’t fight the desire he poured into her. She had no qualms with his insistent tongue tangling with hers or the way he growled and grabbed her ass. His lips drinking up her moans as he groped and squeezed the round globes. This easygoing man rarely showed interest in anything other than battle, but right now he was hungry, and his hunger was directed at her. A feeling she found hard to resist.
At some point during their passionate exchange, he must've hoisted her up and her legs found themselves around his waist. She realized it when his leather cock piece rubbed against her hidden folds. Shuddering at the small spark of pleasure, she lightly pressed his chest so he could release her lips. As she slid down his body, her eyes never left his as they panted from the intensity of their kiss.
Remembering their first time together, she smirked at the fierce look in his eyes. “Guess you can’t help being rough.”
“You weren’t exactly pushing me away either.” Giving her ass a squeeze.
“Whatever.” Rolling her eyes as she slunk out of his grasp. “I still want my bath and you smell like a horse.” Unbuckling her belt. “You coming?”
Watching her whip the shirt over her head, Guts didn’t need to think twice when her firm breast came into view. The sight of her dark berry colored nipples stirring his bound length. Following her lead, he shucked his armor along with the rest of his clothes.
Though not the first time she’d seen him naked, Casca couldn’t look away from his powerful form. Every part of his sun-kissed body was covered in hard muscle and littered with scars. Each jagged indentation telling a story of it’s own. She bit her lip when her eyes dropped to his heavy cock. It’s girth still gave her pause, but fear wasn’t enough to get in the way. With the moistness seeping out of her core, she was more than ready to receive him.
Catching her wandering gaze, Guts tossed his last article of clothing and waited while she walked back towards him. Casca may have shunned her muscular frame, but to him, she couldn't have been more beautiful. He loved how her smooth brown skin glowed and stretched over her firm lithe body. Not to mention the pert full breast begging to be tasted.
No words were spoken as she took his sword hand and began to lovingly unravel the protective gauze he wore. Lost in their quiet spell, he pushed back her short bangs and kissed her forehead. Once his fingers were freed, he cradled her face and brought her lips his.
Kissing her slowly, Guts sighed as a warm sensation filled his chest. Like the first time they made love, a strange sense of peace washed over him. It's warmth calming the inner turmoil he’d been plagued with his entire life.
After his traumatic flashback, he thought he'd ruined any chance of her touching him again. That deep-seated memory made it hard to give himself to anyone, let alone be anything more than a man of the sword. The sword was all he could trust. But he refused to let those dark thoughts take hold.
As they stood there, skin to skin under the soft rays of the moon, he remembered that he was just a man. A man holding the woman he loved, and nothing else mattered.
Giving him one final peck, she grabbed his hand and led him to the water, picking up the bathing cloth she dropped on the way. When they reached the mossy beach, he stopped her to make sure it was safe. He could tell she was perturbed by his actions, but instead of teasing her he popped a kiss on her nose and pulled her into the bubbling stream.
In effort to wipe that annoying smirk off his handsome face, Casca playfully splashed him before disappearing beneath the waist deep water. She only managed to swim a few feet when a hand caught her ankle and drug her back. Kneeling on the rocky bed, he pulled her in his arms and held her against his chest as they resurfaced.
“You really need to stop being so rough.” She huffed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“I’ll work on it.” Kissing her neck.
Rubbing the cloth on his cheek, he chuckled as she roughly washed his face. “Somehow I don’t see that happening.” She quipped.
Casca wanted to chide him about his mirth, but she couldn’t deny how good it felt to be in his strong embrace. With a small pout, she let herself soak up his warmth while those large hands slid down her ass and pulled her to straddle him.
Contradicting her statement, he tenderly kissed her face while she ran the cloth over his neck and back. Allowing her hands to freely caress his massive chest and sides. Since he was being so docile, she slyly brushed one of his nipples with the cloth before lowering her other hand to the hot mass nudging her curls.
Their eyes locked when her small hand wrapped around his hardness. The lustful intrigue tinting her copper cheek as he hissed in pleasure.
Casca never really got to explore him during their first go around and she wasn't letting that chance go. She watched as his breathing deepened while her fingers traversed the protruding veins. She saw how the sweetness in his dark eyes disappeared when she began stroking from his thick base all the way to the tip. Each trace causing a new reaction that made her heart race.
Feeling her ease his foreskin down, he growled and forcefully took her lips. Guts had no idea how the hell she expected him to be gentle after touching him like that. Especially with her moaning and clinging to him like she was now. But he knew how to turn things around.
Removing her torturous hands, he pulled away and repositioned her on his lap so her back faced him.
“Hey!” She complained when he plucked the cloth from her hand.
“Shhh..” He hushed in her ear. “You talk about me, but I’m not the only one with a problem.”
“What are..Mmmmm!” She moaned as he cupped a breast.
It didn’t take long for Casca to lose herself in the large hands effortlessly roaming her body. Lacing her fingers in his hair, she arched her back as the rough fabric circled her other breast and crossed over a nipple. She moaned at the tongue licking up her neck and the teeth that latched on to her ear. Her pussy spasmed when he pinched and pulled her hard dark buds. An ache that could only be quelled by the long cock burning her back.
Her body was so sensitive. Everywhere he touched crackled with energy. A pleasure far more intense than their previous encounter. The strange throbbing in her core was almost as unsettling as it was overwhelming. She hated to admit it, but everything he did drove her crazy and she couldn’t stop herself from wanting more. When Casca felt the cloth pass through her curls to meet her clit, she clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle a cry.
Desperate to feel her moist heat, Guts released the cloth and replaced it with his fingers, groaning at the puffy folds that awaited him. While his other hand teased a nipple, he slipped a finger inside her tight channel. She was so hot, even with the cool water surrounding them her warmth seared his skin.
Casca shuddered at the slight pang of discomfort, but it slowly evaporated with each little dip he made. As he worked her open, throngs of scorching hot pleasure invaded her pussy like wildfire. Was it supposed to feel this good or was it just him? She knew the answer when she caught his smouldering gaze over her shoulder.
Turning her lips to his, she let his mouth capture her moans as the thick digit dove deeper. Her thighs trembled when he flicked her clit with his calloused thumb. The rough patchy skin scraping the little nugget ever so gently and making her keen with desire. At the addition of a second finger, she gasped at the stretch, unsure of how much more she could take.
“Guts!! Wait!” Grabbing his wrist. But he didn’t stop. Like before, the pain withered, transforming into something feverous inside her.
Clutching her hair, he kissed her inhibitions away and maintained his sensuous attack. Guts knew she was about to come apart. The spasms around his fingers signaled her flight into ecstasy. He wanted to see it. But his need to taste her came first.
Dislodging his hand, he ignored her needy whine and abruptly stood with her in his arms. He then walked back to the mossy bank and laid her on his cloak.
The man wasted no time raising her legs over his shoulders to greedily lick up the droplets of water from her thighs. Casca tried to remain coherent while his teeth nibbled her skin, drawing gasp after gasp from her. Breathing became her only chore the closer he got to her throbbing slit. The second his tongue touched her folds she lost all forms of thought.
“Ahhh..Oh my g...Ohhhh!” She shuddered when he noisily slurped on her nether lips.
Guts felt the hands pulling at his hair and the broken moans vibrating in his ears, but he was too busy lapping up her cream. The taste of her heady sweet musk tantalized his senses and had his cock jumping at it's intoxicating smell. Spreading her folds with his thumbs, he plunged his tongue deeper, growling at the airy sounds her channel made as her juices smeared his face.
Peering over her dark curls, he saw the way she arched her back and let the moans she held in flow free. Her nipples danced in the moonlight and her hips bucked to meet his tongue. She was almost there.
Feeling him stop the mind blowing swirls of his tongue, Casca look down to see those hungry eyes looking back at her. Like a beast waiting to pounce on it’s prey. Unable to look away, she yelped as he roughly locked an arm around her thigh and pushed a finger back inside her. This time hitting a spot that tested the boundaries of her sanity. The sensation sending a shockwave through her panting form. When he bent down to suck her clit, she threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent scream. The dual stimulation throwing her into a fit of ecstasy as her passion exploded.
Slipping his finger out Guts continued his meal, groaning at the extra honey coating tongue. While drinking her remaining juices, he tried to understand why he was so ravenous for her. The ache in his cock was almost painful, but the need to hear her cries reigned supreme. He was compelled to bring her pleasure, to feel everything she had to give.
Cradled within her sated haze Casca purred when she felt his lips on her belly, kissing and licking the light sheen of sweat from her skin. Nothing was rushed, just sweet calming kisses as he slowly moved up her body. At the feel of his hands on her breast, she bit her lip at the lazy swipes around her areola. She ran her nails down his back when he teased a nipple then gently sucked it in his mouth. The pleasant tugs stoking the low humming bliss coursing through her veins. After giving both swollen buds his loving attention, he moved his kisses across her collarbone and up her throat, ending with a sensuous taste of her lips.
As they kissed, Guts held her close as her arms circled his neck. There were no thoughts of the mission ahead or the soldiers several yards away. In that moment, it was just them.
“Guts..” She whispered against his lips. Opening her eyes to find him staring back.
Nuzzling her nose, he responded in kind.“Yeah?”
“I…” She paused shortly. Unsure if she was ready to say the words lingering in her heart.
It wasn't needed.
“I know.” He breathed before sucking her lips back in.
Leaning back on his haunches, he pulled her into his lap and rubbed his length against her entrance. Needing to be one with him again, she raised her hips and settled on the tip. They both groaned as her folds spread to welcome him inside. To help with her descent, he held her waist and grit his teeth at the warm wetness enveloping his cock.
Casca mewled as he slipped deeper. The delicious burn of his thickness melting her core. Unlike before, the burn became hotter. A seething heat that converted the pain into a wave of pleasure that engulfed her in flames. Wanting more she rocked her hips, angling him towards the spot that drove her mad. Without warning, his hips snapped up, seating him so deep her mind scrambled.
“Gu..Oh..Go..YES!!!” She babbled as she creamed all over him.
Feeling the contractions from her sudden climax, Gut held her tight and groaned in her neck. “Casca!”
Guts was completely lost as he ground into her. She was so tight it molded to him, as if her snug walls never wanted to let him go. Letting her lean back a bit, he continued grinding into her hot sheath while his eyes soaked up the eurphoria on her face. Knowing he was the one making her slack jawed with pleasure made his desire soar.
Casca probably had no idea where they were right now and that was fine with him. Entranced by her swaying nipples, he dipped down to suck one of the ripe buds. The action causing her gasp to become high pitched and her pussy to clench even tighter. Combined with her alluring moans and the addicting taste of her skin, his control slipped.
Clinging to his shoulders, Casca cried his name when his thrust became more aggressive, his hips relentlessly bouncing her on his cock in pure carnal lust. All she could do was hold on as his sure movements ravaged that mysterious spot inside her. His thickness roughly caressing her walls and pushing so deep it rocked her womb. Her body was on fire with pleasure, explosive and ready to erupt at any second. A few pounding strokes later she felt him swell inside her.
The little quakes of her channel had take its toll and his body was shaking with the need for sweet release. Grabbing her ass, Guts shoved his face in her neck as the erratic rhythm of his hips increased, until they sputtered to a stop, setting his seed free with a deep growl.
“Shit!”
Feeling the violent hot gush of his essence, Casca’s body seized as her own orgasm barreled through her. The epic force wringing out a broken cry as her eyes rolled in ecstasy.
Seconds turned into minutes as they clutched each other, panting through their delirium. Both trying to find themselves in the bliss clouding their senses. The first to remember who he was, Guts slowly eased out of her and shakily stretched out on his cloak. Turning on his side, he pulled her up so she could rest her head on his bicep.
Snuggling deeper into his chest, Casca sighed when he kissed her forehead and slung a long heavy leg over hers. In the back of her mind, she wondered how far their love making carried. Would someone come looking for them or were they too drunk to notice? For once, she didn’t even care.
Humming in content, she let her hand lazily trail down his spine to his firm ass, smirking when he grunted at her playful squeeze. She giggled at the little pinch he gave her in retaliation. Kissing his chest, she settled in his arms as they dozed, wondering if this is what lay before them if she went with him. Could she be content like this? Spending her days watching him battle the unknown and their nights cuddled together under the stars while she listened to his heartbeat as the slept. When Casca heard him whisper her name, the choice became clear.
“Guts?”
“Hmm?” He replied sleepily.
“I think…I think wanna go with you.” She mumbled in his chest.
His eyes snapping open, he looked down to see her face still hidden as she held him tight.
Threading his fingers in her hair, he gently pulled her face back so their eyes could meet. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” Studying his warm brown gaze.
Leaning his forehead to hers, he spoke softly. “If we go, I don’t know what’s ahead of us. There’s gonna be a lot of nights like this. Sleeping under the moon as we travel, and I still wanna to get stronger. I can’t promise you it’ll be great. The only thing I can offer you is my sword.”
“I know.”
“Will you let me take care of you?”
“You know I don’t need protecting.” Rolling her eyes at him.
Huffing a laugh, he kissed her crown and sighed. “I know, but I want to.”
Relaxing in his warm embrace, she let her heart whisper the words she couldn’t say out loud. Words she thought were only meant for one man. But, he wasn’t the one who held her now. He wasn't the man that whispered her name so sweetly and looked at her with love in his eyes.
Casca knew it wouldn’t be a fairytale. What she did know was the love that Guts offered her was real. She didn’t need to hear him say it because she felt it in her soul. This was the place where she belonged.
At the ache in her core, she snuck a peek at the long appendage nestled between them. It’s width growing with each little nudge against her belly. A shiver ran up her spine at the mind-blowing pleasure he’d just given her and she found herself looking forward to the other perks.
Grinning, she raised a provocative brow at him. “Which one?”
The seduction clear in her voice, Guts gave her a puzzled look. “One what?”
“Which sword do you plan on giving me?” She breathed while rubbing her curls over his semi hard cock.
Chuckling at her sly remark, he guided her leg over his hip and kissed her lips.
“Whichever one you want.” He whispered as he rolled her back. His lips never leaving hers.
As they let their passions take hold, they didn’t think about what the future had in store for them. Just that they had each other, and that was all they needed.