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Berserk:

Chapter 9: Attack at the Waterfall

Casca's eyes opened slowly, what she saw was Gut's hard chest, a comforting sight. She smiled softly. Her plan had worked and Guts, luckily was still sleeping, she could sneak away too think about what she'd tell him.

Her smile withered. He probably wouldn't like the decision she was leaning towards but… she looked up at his sleeping face and saw a powdery substance on it, curious, she rubbed a finger along his scarred cheek and some of the white powder came off, she analyzed it quickly but couldn't tell what it was.

Sitting up, she realized there was an object around her neck. Picking it up, her stomach sank, it was the Behelit.

"How the hell-" She tried to pull it off but it wouldn't snap off. After a while, Casca realize that the Behelit would not come off, so she left it, because what else could she do? She didn't want to wake Guts up yet.

Then Casca saw that they were under a soft green mossy blanket. "Where'd this come from too?" She wondered before pulling it from them to look at it. "Flowerstorm King maybe?" she wondered and didn't like the thought of someone, even the King, coming up to them and they didn't know. But perhaps Guts knew? Or maybe he'd gotten it for them? Maybe the King had put the Behelit on her for safe keeping? But why not give it to Guts? And why make it so the strange object wouldn't come off of her?

She had a sinking feeling about the thing but she'd ask Guts, not yet though. She wanted to get that powder off his face first, maybe take a long dip in the waterfall and then perhaps she'd wake him up with a little surprise.

Her stomach growled reminding her that they hadn't eaten anything last night. But being hungry wasn't new to her so she ignored the call for food. She was wrapped in his big shirt and hers was between his legs covering him.

She smirked and pulled her shirt from his body and saw all of him. With him asleep, she could look to her contentment. He wasn't absurdly long, but a grand length nonetheless and it was his thickness that spoke volumes. Her body tingled and she remembered the first time they'd lain together. He'd been so rough with her but she understood why after he told her all about his horrid father figure Gambino. Casca didn't want to think about that bastard who sold a very young Guts for one night with a hulking ugly ogre named Donavan, if she recalled the name correctly. She didn't care.

His cock was magnificent, even flaccid, her mouth watered a little. He'd tasted so good last night… she wanted to suck on him until he woke. She wanted him looking down at her as she swallowed him whole and made his entire body shake with release.

Licking her lips, she nearly bent to start her surprise but caught herself. She needed to wash first because Guts would want to reciprocate and she really didn't like the idea of smelling like she needed to wash. Even she was a woman who prided herself on being clean for her man.

But first she wanted to get the powder off of his face. So, taking her shirt, she quickly and carefully dislodged from his side and frowned when he didn't even move to hold her to him… he usually did. Instead, he remained out like a light.

He was exhausted, she told herself, that's why he didn't stir. But something felt off. He was breathing properly and his body was warm so she knew he wasn't dead. Quickly she went to the water and dipped her shirt in to dampen it. As she wrung it out, she allowed herself to listen to the sounds around them. She wasn't nearly as good as Guts when it came to sensing things but she didn't hear anything.

Thus it was her surprise when she stood up, turned and found herself closed in by astral monsters. Gasping in shock, her eyes went to her sword and she dove for it, rolling, she got up just in time to slice through her first attacker.

But her sword just went through it, bisecting it. The creature pulled itself back together and Casca knew she was fucked. She couldn't fight these beings.

"Guts!" She shouted as she continued to slice through to no avail. "Guts!"

He wasn't waking up from her shouting. Her heart pounded. Guts was always hyperaware of what was going on around him. She'd known something was wrong. She should've tried to wake him up.

Casca quickly sliced again and then began to make her way from the waterfall. If Guts wouldn't wake up from her shouts, she'd have to shake him, or knock him upside the head. Maybe that powder substance is what caused him to stay asleep as hard as he was.

It made sense so Casca jumped through the air, calling on her years of experience and training. The beings were able to cut her somehow so they had to have some kind of physical attribute to them. They weren't ghosts.

Casca, upside down in the air, spun in a circle slicing, landing on her feet, closer to Guts. There were demon creatures surrounding him.

"Guts!" Casca didn't care about herself in that moment. She charged forward, if Guts had been knocked unconscious by that powdered substance then it would be up to her to protect him, as he had for her so many times.

The demons continued slicing her as she moved forward, she gasped in pain as slice, after slice went through her, but she needed to reach him. She had to protect him. She fought harder, her body remembering moves she'd trained so hard to learn. There were no end to the demons and the more she cut, the more seemed to appear.

Casca stumbled as a demon cut into the back of her knee. She turned and sliced its head off. Then she got back up, gasping, completely surrounded she began to be bombarded on all sides by the demons. But she didn't take her sights off of Guts, her Guts.

And then Casca's brand began to bleed, pain throbbed in her breast as another being appeared. In the shape of a beautiful naked female with wild hair made of blood red substance, the demons stopped their attacking to watch her.

"Who the hell are you?" Casca shouted pointing her sword in the female's direction.

But the female didn't respond, she didn't even deign to look at Casca. Her eyes were locked on Guts' sleeping, naked, defenseless form.

"Oh my, what a wondrous surprise" the female's voice was breathy as she moved towards Guts.

"Stay away from him!" Casca tried to move forward but the demons surrounding her had suddenly began to take on a hardness she couldn't cut through. She was surrounded by a barrier of demons she realized. "No!" She began to cut at the wall of demons but to no avail. "Guts!" She screamed.

"What a lovely sight," The female reached Guts.

Casca screamed, enraged. "Don't you dare touch him!"

The female laughed and began to fondle Guts everywhere, all over his chest, legs, arms and cock. She especially focused on his cock and when her eyes turned to Casca, Casca knew the woman was doing it as a show for Casca to watch.

"You fucking bitch!" Casca's attack on the barrier intensified until finally she managed to break through. She was running for the woman, ready to slice that bitch's head off when, something caught her ankle, spraining it, and she went down.

Pain shot through Casca, but all her eyes could see was Guts. Guts had never been so defenseless. "You- you did this to him! He won't wake up because of you!"

The female looked at Casca fully then, "I did nothing of the sort. This powder on his face… Nocturnous Pollenous," she said. "A very rare and powerful sleeping powder, there aren't many who have access to this kind of powder. I'd say the ruler of this land is the one who put him to sleep and also attached that Behelit" The female pointed at the object between Casca's naked breasts.

Through her intense fighting, Casca didn't realize that Guts' shirt she'd been wearing had been torn into tatters, exposing her. She tore the fabric off her body as it was a mere rag now.

The female purred at the sight of Casca, "Very beautiful,"

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"My name is Slan," she introduced. "I'm the fourth member of the Godhand."

Godhand, Casca's eyes widened and then darkened as she remembered Guts talking about them. She hadn't gotten all the details but she knew that this woman was one of Griffith's new comrades.

"As to why I am here," Slan said, "It's obvious isn't it?" She sat between Guts' thighs, laying against him. "I came to see this man."

"Get off of him," Casca turned and sliced the demon that had caught her ankle and then struggled to her feet, pain shooting like lightning through her body, but she couldn't think of that pain. Not with a Godhand present and so close to Guts.

"Why?" Slan asked. "He makes a most wonderful chair, so big and comfortable. No wonder you like sitting on him."

Casca's eyes saw red and she moved forward but then Slan threw her hand out, blowing Casca away a feet or two. Casca landed on her knees, clutching her stomach where the blow had landed.

"I am here to torment you, beloved sacrifice," Slan informed her. "It's a shame he's not awake and I cannot wake him due to this lesser form I have taken on, but I suppose watching your horror, anger and pain as I have my way with him will be enough."

"Leave him alone!"

"Make me," Slan cackled as she took Gut's face and rubbed it against her massive breasts.

Casca got up again but found she was back to square one but in an even worse position. Her ankle throbbed but she ignored it. Striving forward, naked, bloody and panting, Casca swung her sword again. She made it back to where she'd been before Slan had attacked her, but found she couldn't move. Looking down, vines had wrapped around her ankles. Casca screamed in pain.

Isma was free from Elfhelm at last. Passing through the barrier had been no hardship whatsoever. She continued swimming down the river, just focused on getting out to sea, once she got there, she could call out to the merrows and make her way back home with them. The sea was a dangerous and mysterious place, even she could be attacked by giant tentacle monsters and sharped tooth aquatic beasts. The sea, was no place for a lone merrow girl who didn't know her way around. She'd have to be careful. She'd find a group of friendlies to travel with if she needed to.

"Help!"

Isma stopped at the sound of a frantic female voice. Closing her eyes, she listened to the sound of the water and found a disruption in the rhythm. Someone was drowning.

Quickly, Isma swam and sought out the disturbance. She saw a pair of legs, frantically trying to keep the girl above water but it was obvious she didn't know how to swim. Also, the girl was surrounded by three sharped tooth beasts.

The beasts were just about to attack, when Isma torpedoed into one and punching it in its belly. Blood gushed from the beast and called to the two others. Isma quickly grabbed the girl and swam for land as the two beasts devoured the injured. Food was food to them.

Isma got the girl onto land first before transforming her tail back to legs and getting onto land as well. The girl was panting for air, but not unconscious.

"Are you okay?" Isma asked her.

Opening her eyes, the girl stared at Isma and then wrapped her arms around Isma and began to cry. "Thank you! Thank you so much for saving me! I thought I was going to die."

"It was no problem," Isma smoothed the girl's long wavy black hair, comforting her. "How'd you get in the water?"

"It was horrible, a nightmare," The girl was shaking and dressed in a white nightgown. "All I remember was being taken from a fire festival… I'm a gypsy, I dance for money" she explained. "I was taken out to sea by my captors when one night, a ghastly ship emerged from the water and attacked. The attackers looked like they should be dead, but they were alive. I jumped into the water and began to swim for land that was sighted before the attack, but then my leg cramped and I couldn't make it. I thought I was going to die."

"It's okay, what's your name? I'm Isma" She continued to comfort the girl.

"I'm Fresia," The girl said.

"Let me see your leg Fresia." Isma took a good look at it but nothing looked wrong about it but just because she couldn't see a problem, didn't mean there wasn't a problem. "Can you stand?"

Fresia got up and walked a little, but it was obvious that her leg was very painful. "This is a problem," Isma sighed and then pointed. "This is Skellig Island. It's protected by a powerful elf."

"Elf?" Fresia's eyes widened and then Isma saw her go into her nightgown's pocket and pulled out a jar.

Isma gasped and took the jar quickly. "Puck!"

"You poor fool," Slan stood showing off her perfectly rounded ass. "You're so weak and yet you strive to protect. Only the strong can truly protect what they love and value." She said. "Now for being so pathetic, I'm going to have my way with your lover. He is a sacrifice to the Godhand so be happy that I only mean to defile his body in front of you and not kill him. I do so yearn to have his weapon slice me through."

"You're sick," Casca spat out.

"We're all a little sick," She smiled. "When I'm finished with him though, I'll gladly whip you until you bleed. Then I'll suck those sweet nipples until your juices pour from you."

Casca grimaced. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Why?" Slan thought for a moment. "What a silly question. I do it because I can. I do it because you haven't realized that you have all the power to stop me from doing it."

Casca was confused, power? She had power? This bitch was crazy. Casca's muscles were throbbing from exertion, her body bleeding from the hundreds of slices she'd endured, her ankle was swelling too and pain was making her vision blurry.

"I don't understand," Casca said.

Slan sighed as she stopped touching Guts. "The power's between those beautiful breasts of yours."

Casca looked down at the Behelit and then back up at her.

"You're the owner of that Behelit," Slan said. "Only you can awaken it, so why don't you? You have nothing else to fight with. That sword-" Slan thrust her hand out and the gust of wind she created was so powerful, Casca's sword shot from her hand, slicing through demons killing them and embedding into the waterfall.

"You lack the power needed to fight beings such as me," Slan smiled. "So did this wonderful sacrifice. I gave him the power to fight beings like me."

Casca remained silent for a moment, "How?"

Slan laughed, "I think you're going to make me like you even more than I like this man," she said. "I do so love beautiful women with hatred in their eyes."

"Are you going to tell me?" Casca asked.

"Only if you admit that you are weak and that you want the power to defeat me," she said.

Casca bit her lip. It was true. She was weak and she did want the power but was this truly the right way to gain the power? "How did you give him the power?"

Slan stared at her and saw the seriousness in her face, in every line of her body. She smiled, pleased. "All right. I let him impale me with that massive weapon of his."

The double entendre sickened Casca because she knew Slan got a sexual charge from it.

"That weapon of his has stored up so much astral energy it is able to kill beings such as me now," she said. "But he had to go through a lot to garner that much energy. Every night, fighting for his life, struggling to protect you. He wielded that sword with ferocity, never giving up. He believed in his own strength and I rewarded him for it. If you make the right choice, you'll be rewarded as well."

Casca's hands balled into fists.

"You were weakened the night of The Eclipse when you saw your comrades die before you. You lost your mind when the man you'd admired for so long, the man who'd saved you from being raped brutally, instead raped you beautifully in front of the man you'd fallen in love with. That man, this sacrifice had to watch, weak and powerless to stop Femto's large cock thrusting into your, his lover's sweet cunt. This man lost his arm and eye in the struggle and protected you after for years when you'd gone insane. What's more… your child."

Casca's womb throbbed with great pain and she fell to her knees clutching her stomach. The memory of her baby being born way before it should have been, way before she'd even known she was with child, flooded her mind.

"You were a mother and foolish you didn't even know. You couldn't protect your man or your child. So your baby left your womb as a deformed monster, because why should it stay with a woman who can't protect it? You were so weak, that baby had to save your life on numerous occasions- a baby! How pathetic! A grown woman like you, a warrior, a commander of thousand men, leader of the Band of the Hawk in pre-Femto's stead."

Tears began to pour down Casca's face as the memories came to her. In her head though, she saw the Guardian battling with the memories, trying to protect her sanity. Even the dog had left the castle to fight beside the guardian.

Slan continued, "Lastly, and what's worse is your child lives."

Casca's head lifted to look at Slan who was now standing before her. "Your baby lives but the poor thing was eaten by an apostle and then used- yes, I said used- as a body for the Hawk of Light."

Slan's chest opened to show Casca, Griffith reborn as the Hawk.

"This is what your baby has become," Slan told her. "A vessel for Femto. Femto now rules over a wondrous superior nation called Falconia. It's beautiful the way he deceives the people using your baby."

Casca focused on the images of Griffith on Slan's chest. He looked as beautiful as ever, fighting and riding upon a white horse leading demons and humans into battle, giving the people a chance to see their loved ones. He looked like a painting come to life. But the bastard, no he was more than a bastard, he was a fucking evil bastard, had taken over her and Guts' child to gain flesh. She knew what Slan said was true because she knew how Elaine reacted to seeing him, it was the same reaction she got to the demon child and the moonlight boy.

"But what can you do about it?" Slan closed off the images. "You have no power to go up against him. You cannot free your child from his clutches in this state."

"Why are you helping me?" Casca asked, eyes narrowed.

"Helping you?" Slan's laugh was more a chuckle. "I suppose I am in a way, but truly, I do it all for me and my pleasure. It will please me to see you struggle. But in your state you can't even struggle properly. If you gain the power, you will be able to fight. The more you fight, the more pleasure I receive."

"I understand," Casca nodded. "You're a sadistic bitch that takes pleasure from the pain of others."

"I am that and more," Slan confessed and then reached out to rub Casca's breasts and then take the Behelit into her palm. "You have the reasons to use this now."

Casca glared at her and then her eyes went to Guts who was still sound asleep. "You want me to sell my soul for power."

"I want you to realize that some things in life are fated," she said. "You will use this Behelit, you will attain power. I don't know when but you will."

"Are the Godhand and Flowerstorm King together?" Casca asked.

"No, that bitch is far too pure. It's so disgusting I yearn to defile her even more than I did last night," Slan released the Behelit and went onto her knees before Casca. "You're pure too but there is a seed of defilement within you too, I think I've watered it just enough." Slan's hand reached up to cup Casca's branded breast. The brand was seeping blood.

"You'd be dead if I wasn't in my lesser form," Slan said as she bent to Casca's breast and began to lick her blood.

How could Casca fight? She had no weapon, she was weak against this Godhand. But though she was weak, Casca balled her fist and punched Slan hard in the face. Her hand though, just went through Slan.

"Use the Behelit," Slan said. "Use it and maybe next time that hit will land. Until then, be a good little bitch and let me taste these breasts you've exposed for my eyes."

"I will kill you," Casca vowed as she tried to hit Slan again, but her hits did nothing. Slan's mouth latched onto Casca's nipple and she sucked hard and moaned.

"I know you will," Slan pushed Casca onto her back and got on top. "I feel your anger, I feel your rage. You can't stop me from doing these things to you. Use the Behelit and you will never have to feel another demon sucking on your cunt like I'm going to do." Slan's tongue turned into a snake-like cock. She reverse straddled Casca spread her thighs and began to dip her face in between. All Casca could see was Slan's perfect ass, she continued trying to move Slan off of her. She closed her eyes to her fate, unable to move the astral being. She grabbed onto the Behelit and held it tightly.

Just as Casca was about to say words that would awaken the object… Just before Slan's snake tongue could delve between Casca's folds, a loud swish and gust of wind brushed over Casca. Blood gushed all over Casca's front, her eyes opened and she found Slan gone, the only thing left behind was blood all over her. And then Casca saw Guts, naked before her, his Dragon Slayer dripping blood. Slan's snake-tongue was on the ground and Guts stepped on it before looking down at Casca. She was covered in wounds, her right ankle was a lot bigger than the other which meant is was probably broken. Her beautiful face had cuts as well and the brand on her breast seeping blood.

Casca put her hands to her face, to cover her embarrassment. The Behelit still in her hand.

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