Fish Out of Water (Berserk) (Patreon)

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.

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 grabbed onto her ass 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, but it didn't hurt. All she could do was cry out, helpless against his cock.

At his limit, pushed himself to the end of her vagina came. Casca screamed shrilly at the top of her lungs as the gush of his piping semen flowing inside her pushed her to another climax, her vagina releasing her girl cum all over Guts' penis lodged inside her suddenly rhythmically spasming on top of the dick inside of it in another mind blowing climax. None of this happening stopped Guts from continuing to fuck her with all the might a man like him could, he wanted her more now than ever.

As he finished up, he 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 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 circumstances today, 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 sexual bliss he felt today, and her mouth wrapped around his dick was another new and erotic sensation. Watching her clean him up, no one would think she was the wanted criminal Casca. All he could think was despite not conforming to any typically feminine ideal was how beautiful she was naked, her body was the sort of thing that could make court ladies jealous, and now servicing him, she was like a goddess from some warrior's fabled afterlife.

As she was finished cleaning him off, she stuck out her tongue, coated in the mix of their cum. He got down and they stared a dirty raunchy kiss, closing their eyes and moaning into it.

“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.

“Yes,” he said. “More than anything else right now.”

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 dark 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. He sucked and bit all over the perfect flesh, enjoying every bit of it. All the while he poked his fingers into her sensitive and gooey snatch.

He wasn't content to just eat her ass either. He worshipped her shapely thighs, her back lined with muscle, touching and tasting all over it. As he did so, he got harder already and was ready for more.

He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock inside of her cum filled twat again. Casca threw back and yelped in arousal, happily at this mercy. Even if she already wasn't so wet, she wanted him and needed him, thinking of nothing else in those moments. Not even Griffith. But she was wet, and coupled with his semen inside of her, 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. As much as she was taking it, her spirit was locked with his and she was determined to remain locked with him in this soul kiss.

Even as he felt himself on the cusp of another orgasm. His speed increased, but she showed no alarm, simply remaining with him in that state union. 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 was all too much. 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, until he was finally spent.

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 vagina up against it while she fondled his nuts. There was no mistaking that level of need in her eyes.

He picked her up under her ass and moved her onto him. She cried out sweetly as she felt his length move inside of her pussy again. She wasn't as wet as she wanted to be, but the fire of love burning inside her heart and body was too much to bear, 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. 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. 

Her hot nipple was hard on his tongue. Everytime he licked it too, he felt her vagina convulse a little just right, and her grab onto him just a little more. Guts got the idea fast and sucked solely on her nipple 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 He also let go of the one ass cheek with his other hand and twisted and tweaked the other nipple.

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, 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. Her vagina tightened and clenched onto his penis even before he came. He suddenly let out a helpless and low grunt as she pushed him to his breaking point too, as he shot another load of cum inside of her. Already weak against him, Casca just lay her head on his shoulder and 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.

But 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 strife and free of evil.