The man's body felt ragged as he stood from his resting place. Muscle soreness radiated through his shoulders, back, and haunches. The crotch of Guts' pants was uncomfortably tight, and he was thankful to be the first person awake. All he wore were his pants and boots.
Wandering through the hazy forest, Guts searched for a private spot to take care of his persistent, carnal urge. Leaves crunched and the occasional twig snapped under his leather boots. The sky was overcast, thin water vapor floated off the ground, the bark of the slender, spindly trees was gray, and the leftover foliage on their branches was a mellow mixture of red, orange, and yellow. On his short trek, Guts looked for the sun. The time appeared to be dawn, but Guts knew it wasn't. It was almost sunset. These short late-autumn days vexed him.
When he reached a spot far enough from the others, but not so far that they were completely out of sight, Guts leaned his back against the broad trunk of a tree. With a relieved sigh, Guts released his erect manhood from his breeches.
Slowly and gently he began stroking his shaft up and down with his good hand while his metal prosthetic arm hung dead at his side. Guts' head tilted back and his eye squeezed shut as his hand gradually picked up speed and tightened around his cock. Pleasure surmounting, a silent, breathless gasp escaped his lips. Images of Casca, naked and panting beneath him, emerged from the one good sexual memory Guts possessed. His grip tightened. His hand movements became faster in a desperate attempt to quench his lust.
More.
He tried remembering Casca's fine slit, slick and warm. His calloused hand couldn't compare to the silky heat of a woman, and couldn't give him the release he needed. Guts was becoming frustrated, but he wasn't stopping until his desire was satiated.
More.
A bead of sweat trickled down Guts' face as his thoughts turned dark. He reimagined Casca pinned under him, crying and hopelessly fighting him off. He could have easily forced her legs wide open and slid himself inside.
Fuck, he should have done it. He should have buried his aching cock deep inside her. Maybe then this excruciating hunger would go away.
Then a sudden and near rustling stirred Guts, and he abruptly stopped his frustrated cock stroking. His stomach dropped. To be caught with his dick in his own hand, pleasuring himself like some kind of sad, depraved animal. Humiliating.
Guts' head swiveled towards the direction of the noise. He spotted the young, blonde woman, Lady Farnese, only feet away from him. She stared at him with wide eyes and a flushed face. Had she been watching him?
...
Farnese had been searching for Guts after she realized he was missing from the group. It didn't take her long to find him. She simply followed the sound of grunting and repetitive slapping. She didn't know why she expected anything different from the sight before her. Farnese had lived around men for a long time, and this wasn't her first time stumbling upon one masturbating.
Guts didn't notice Farnese as she sneaked as closely towards him as she could and crouched behind a tree to observe. Farnese had always found the man attractive. She would admire his impressive physique, his strength, and his rage when he fought. But seeing him like this, seeing him succumbing to his sexual desire, stirred her.
Now she admired his bare torso, stippled with beads of sweat, and the frantic movements of his rippling muscles as he pleasured himself. A curious arousal brewed in her.
Farnese shifted to position herself more comfortably. However, her movements in the dead leaves created enough noise to alert Guts of her presence. They locked eyes, and Farnese froze like a fawn realizing she had been spotted by a predator. Her brain begged her to stutter out an apology for intruding and scurry off, but her body would not obey.
Realizing the woman wasn't leaving, Guts' expression turned from surprise to something heady and dark. She was enjoying watching him please himself. She wanted to see him undone. Maybe even Farnese wanted Guts to fuck her.
Guts tucked his cock inside his pants, and moved towards Farnese. He towered over her, wrapped in fog, looking like a demon. Guts hadn't considered Farnese as a sexual prospect until now. She was pretty and fair. Unsettlingly, her worried face and trembling body appealed to his suppressed feral desires.
"What are you doing?" Guts prodded as he offered his hand to the spying lady. "Stand up."
Farnese simply babbled out an incomprehensible apology with her gaze glued to the ground and without taking his hand. Maybe she didn't want his hand because he was just using it for a dirty, vulgar deed. Wiping it across the leg of his pants, as if doing so would clean it, Guts offered his hand again, "Get up."
Impatient, Guts grabbed Farnese by her skinny arm and yanked her up so that she was standing. She whimpered then looked up at Guts apprehensively.
"What are you doing?" Guts asked again. His hands held her by her shoulders. "Spying on me?"
"I- I was just-" Farnese didn't know how to explain herself. Her eyes darted to the side. She couldn't look at him. She was mortified.
"You were and you liked it," Guts concluded out loud.
He eyed her up and down, assessing her slender, womanly body. His cock twitched as it refilled with blood.
Guts began to move without a word. His hands working faster than his mind. He pushed off her coat and slid her tunic down her shoulders to reveal creamy petite tits. The sensations of his large hands on Farnese's bare skin contrasted greatly. One hand warm and human, the other cold and mechanical.
Farnese had been fearful of Guts before; she knew he had a dark side, but she hadn't expected him to unleash it on her. Her breaths became deep and labored, causing her chest to rise and fall in a way that put her breasts on a vulnerable yet tantalizing display. Guts drank in the sight of Farnese's bare torso. It had been so long since Guts had a naked woman in his grasp. He was ready to devour her.
Farnese did not protest when Guts jerked her pants down, and pushed the front of her body up a against a tree. Her forearms supported her on the rough bark of the trunk.
Farnese peered behind herself and saw Guts' large, throbbing erection spring from his pants. Quickly realizing Guts' intention, Farnese jumped up. "Wait, Guts! I've never-"
Farnese thought of her virginity. As commander of the Holy Iron Chain Knights, she was expected to hold on to her virginity but she was no longer commander. Still she wasn't sure if she was ready to lose her maidenhood like this, fucked on a whim in the woods. Nonetheless, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't thrilled by Guts' aggressive treatment of her now.
In response to Farnese's meek objection, Guts shushed her harshly and smooshed her face into the tree causing her to bend over. Farnese gasped, and she felt a tight ache rush to her exposed privates. Guts pushed on the small of her back with one hand and hitched her hips up with his metal hand, forcing her into a truly lewd position.
God. He needed this. In this moment, he didn't care if she wanted it or not. He needed to scratch this unbearable itch.
Unceremoniously, Guts sucked two of his fingers to wet them and shoved them into Farnese's inexperienced cunt. He couldn't help but groan upon feeling how warm and tight she was and how divine she would feel around his unforgivingly hard cock.
Farnese let out a little cry, "Guts!" The feeling of Guts' large, rough fingers inside of her was very different from the feeling of her own fingers.
Guts swirled his fingers around a bit to get her ready. He stretched her and could feel her hymen still intact. He could also feel her increasing wetness as he pumped his fingers in and out. All the while, Farnese was singing off soft moans.
Without warning, Guts pulled out his fingers, wrapped them around his cock, and, with his mechanical hand gripping her hip tightly, guided his formidable erection into Farnese's wet pussy. Resistance was met almost immediately. Farnese was whimpering; she had never felt something so intrusive and big.
Guts grunted like an animal as he delivered a quick, hard thrust with his hips to push past the resistance. A cry of pain from Farnese and trickles of liquid red down the inside of her thighs indicated the loss of her virginity and goaded Guts' bloodthirsty inner demon.
The grip of his mechanical hand dug into the fat of her hip and his cock became even more swollen and hard if it was possible. Guts grabbed Farnese by her blonde hair with his human hand and pulled violently, again causing Farnese to yell.
On his out-stroke Guts could see his shaft was tinged red and glistening wet; he almost licked his lips at the sight. Then he plunged back inside of her. The two growled and whined simultaneously.
Guts' suspicion was correct; she felt divine around his cock.
Yet, the black beast inside of Guts egged him on.
More.
More!
He obliged to its demands and began ramming himself in and out of her delicious cunt. His gyrations picked up pace with each stroke until he was slamming into her ravenously and at full speed.
Gripping the bark of the tree, holding on for dear life, Farnese yelped and whimpered incessantly from pain or pleasure. At this point she couldn't tell the difference. Though she felt exhilarated and intoxicated from being so belligerently stuffed full. Her privates were quickly becoming sore.
Guts continued driving into her, his athletic body could keep up this ferocious pace for hours if necessary. "Fuck," Guts grunted, grumbled, purred even. Finally, he was getting the relief he so desperately needed.
The closer Guts came to release, the greedier he became. He seized the young woman's throat with his mechanical hand and grabbed one soft breast with his human hand. He squeezed her harder, then pulled her small, pale body up closer to his own.
Farnese's breathing was strained now, but Guts ignored her struggled wheezing. His ungentle hands hurt Farnese, but at the same time felt good. Really good.
The lady's dainty hands still clung to the tree; she had to hold on to something, the way the man was pounding into her. She could hear his hot, ragged breath in her ear. The sound of his exhales was enough to make her moan.
Guts delivered a few more especially powerful thrusts. His balls tightened, and soon he was filling her with hot liquid. The thrusting slowed to an agonizing pace, as Guts huffed and reveled in every aching second of glorious relief. Every drop of his cum was emptied into her cunt.
When the now tranquilized man was finished, he released Farnese and made his way back to their main camp.
Guts couldn't face Farnese after he fucked her like that. As he trudged along, Guts wasn't sure what to think about what he'd just done. Did he just rape a woman? He just used her for his own sick satisfaction, completely disregarding her as a human with thoughts and feelings. Although he felt less on edge, he still felt bad about himself.
Left alone, Farnese slumped to the leaf littered ground. Her clothes hung haphazardly on her exhausted body. She was sore, slightly embarrassed by her raucous moaning and yelping, and suddenly worrying that she might become pregnant. She hoped that she wasn't pregnant. This was a terrible time to have a child. Still, Farnese found herself wanting more and she hoped that Guts would take her again. She wanted Guts to encase her is his savage arms and consume her.