A/N: Originally I wasn't going to give the blacksmith a large cock, but it kind of just ended up that way, you know~? Next time I write Iroha I'll give her partner a more normal-sized dick, promise~

Enjoy~

Hammering Out Some Love

The sounds of birds tweeting was a pleasant a sound as ever, the music chirps and tweets echoing through the canopy overhead, mixed with the calls of nearby insects.

Joining it came the sound of wooden wheels rattling against a dirt path through the forest. Languidly rolling over rocks the carriage resting atop the wheels jolted repeatedly, the sharp but almost rhythmic movement happening every few seconds, stirring the many wooden crates within but not knocking anything over. And certainly not waking the samurai that was dozing in the back, wedged between a box of timber and some coal.

''Mn... could go for some spicy chicken... ehe...''

Kazama Iroha was disturbed from her peaceful nap, however, by the sharp crack of a whip and neighing of horses – and soon, the rough voice of a man. ''What's the point of me hirin' you if you're just gonna sit back there and nap?''

''Mn~'' Languidly Iroha stretched, arching her back and sticking her arms up. ''Well, y'see, it makes it harder for any potential bandits to see me. So it'll give me the element of surprise~''

''Yeah, but if they saw that I was guarded, they wouldn't rob me at all.'' The blacksmith driving the carriage gruffly grunted back.

''No, they would.'' Iroha corrected him lightly, hopping up onto the roof of the carriage with all the ease of a ballet dancer, limbs nimble as she slid over the tarp roof and plopped herself down into the seat next to him. ''So few carriages come down this road that they'd rob an old woman with only an empty purse, if only because they don't have anything else to rob.''

The blacksmith gruffly huffed but didn't question her methods further, falling silent once more and with his gaze on the road ahead. Iroha didn't mind, a laid-back smile on her lips as she leaned back into the stiff wooden 'chair' on the front of the carriage, idly watching the brown horses ahead of her as they trotted along.

It was almost peaceful. The forest, one rich in biodiversity and lush colours, was thick on both sides of the dirt road that led through it, taking travellers from one of the moderately-sized cities to the next. However the serene woods often hid the bandits that lurked within its shrubs, many eager to plunder unsuspecting travellers, merchants and even just regular families, often resulting in an armed escort being necessary just to get by. As such the majority of people took the longer, winding route around the forest to get to and fro; an expensive option not all were able, or willing, to pay.

Naturally she had opted for guard duty. It was an easy job for someone of her level, made her good money, and often let her meet interesting people – what's not to love? The mere thought made her peek over at her current escortee; a large man by the name of Akihito. Blacksmith by trade he had the body to match, his tall, over-six-feet-high frame bulked with chiselled muscle and lightly tanned skin, his brown hair rough and messy atop his head. A goatee only heightened his stern, almost stoic appearance, giving him a charm she had to admit she liked.

''So~'' Iroha made conversation idly. ''How long until we're there?''

''We'll get there.'' The man closed his eyes momentarily. ''When we get there.''

''Eh?! That's something parents say to their kids to make them be quiet!'' Iroha spluttered.

''I'm aware.'' Akihito stoically answered.

It took Iroha three solid seconds to realise the implication. ''H-Hey~! I'll have you know I'm a skilled samu-!''

Iroha cut herself short, however, as she caught movement in the trees. The sudden absence of her sharp voice drew a look from Akihito, his chocolate eyes on her for a moment before he too looked ahead, his face falling into a severe frown. There was nothing there, just an empty road, but they could both sense something amiss, instinct being the only source of the unease. Perhaps it was the sudden quietness that overtook the forest, or the unnatural lack of movement in the bushes, as if something was stopping them from rustling in the breeze.

Then Iroha saw a glint in the bush, and instinct took hold. Faster than Akihito could react the samurai leapt off of the wooden carriage seat and over his horses, twisting and drawing her blade mid-flight – before with a slash she parried aside the two poison darts going straight for the horses, snapping the flimsy purple darts apart. Without missing a beat Iroha landed on the ground and assumed a guarding stance, eyes narrowing and all traces of humour fading from sight, watching keenly for any more darts.

Three came. With a flash she swung, blade deflecting the purple-tipped darts and sending them into the dirt, her head snapping to the right as she heard bushes rustle there too. She turned just in time to see the first of three bandits emerge from their hiding spot amidst the shrubs, scimitars held in their bandage-wrapped hands as they charged her. Against a less experienced guard, when faced with multiple threats, they'd falter.

Iroha was no such guard.

''Take cover, sir!'' Iroha declared resoundingly, dashing forth.

The samurai closed the distance far faster than the lead bandit expected, his heels digging into the dirt as he tried to slow – but a flash of a blade was all he saw before Iroha's katana cleaved across his throat. Choking he grasped at his throat, stumbling backwards and distracting his allies for a vital second, the shock permeating them slowing their reaction times if only for a moment. That moment was more than enough for Iroha, however.

A slash cleaved a deep gash down the chest of one, and a jerk of her wrist bashed the pommel of her sword into the other man's head, knocking him out cold. Instincts however flared, forcing Iroha to jerk back – narrowly evading the poisonous dart that nearly hit her neck. Another dart came, deflected aside with a swift slash of her blade, but before she could chase after her assailants she heard more bandits on the other side of the carriage, the rattling of their blades against wood alarming her.

''Sir!''

With a quick leap Iroha landed atop the wooden seat of the carriage, jumping down on the other side – cutting down one bandit with a swing of her blade. The other bandits weren't as taken off-guard however, something Iroha learned as one of them slashed at her, earning a wince from the samurai as their scimitar cut a shallow gash across her torso. She retaliated swiftly however, thrusting her blade out and nicking the man across the his stubbled jaw before slashing out, cutting a deep gouge down his chest – blocking the other bandit's blade with the same swing.

However the bandit she slashed didn't go down; growling as he swung at her stomach in return. It carved a deeper gash down her side, forcing Iroha back with a gasp – leaving her open to a second thrust from the other bandit. Instincts cried out at the same time as the bleeding bandit charged her, forcing her to decide between the two threats... before she went with the more dangerous threat, raising her blade and deflecting the poison dart.

A poison dart that, by pure coincidence, ricocheted off and stabbed into the incoming man's chest.

''Gh-!'' Stumbling his incoming swing slowed down, shock overtaking him.

It was enough. Recovering Iroha shoved his blade aside by the handle and slashed down his front, her clothes fluttering as she spun and parried aside a blow from the other man, her free hand grasping the handle of her sword as she brought it down in a slash, locking blades with the masked bandit. He pushed back, and Iroha grunted as she found herself getting overpowered, the man's bulk clearly all muscle. Soon she felt herself being pushed back, nearly having to take a step back lest she lose her footing-

-when a hammer came down from the carriage beside them, hitting the bandit in the head.

''G-Guh...''

Limp he fell, unconscious or dead she didn't know. Sparing a look up at the carriage she spotted the blacksmith hiding amidst the crates within, sending him a thankful nod before she dashed off – wasting not a second as she rushed towards where she saw the darts coming from. No more darts came for her, prompting her eyes to narrow and her pace to hasten, crossing the dirt path and leaping into the undergrowth, spotting leaves rustling up ahead as the bandits escaped.

She was tempted to go after them, she really was – but experience taught her that this could just be a ploy to lead her away from the carriage. Thus with some reluctance Iroha let them go, cautious as she walked back out into the main road. Her instincts didn't flare in warning nor did unusual sounds reach her ears, signalling that all remaining enemies had fled.

''Phew...'' Iroha didn't dare sheathe her sword, but fast-marched back towards the carriage all the same. ''Sir! Get the horses moving; the sooner we're out of here the better!''

''Got it.'' The bulky man grunted, climbing back into the front seat and grabbing the reigns. ''Hah! Onwards!''

The horses neighed and trotted onwards at a modest pace, pulling the carriage with them whilst Iroha hopped into the front seat, their journey continuing.

X-x-X

''Ugh... that was annoying...''

Akihito grunted in agreement, hauling over a log of wood and planting it down by their half-finished campfire, prepared to use it as a seat for the two of them whilst they cooked and ate dinner. The forest around them was quiet even as late afternoon rolled around, the sky bright but the light mottled somewhat as it peeked through the canopy overhead, the chirping of birds as omnipresent as ever.

After outrunning the bandits they'd made their way to what Iroha described as a 'safe zone'; a zone of forest far enough away from most bandit camps that they wouldn't bother looking for them, in part because any loot they gained they would have to haul all the way through the forest to their base camp, in the evening light if not in the dark, whilst avoiding any natural traps or dangerous fauna of the forest. Thus, he'd rode the carriage into a clearing Iroha helpfully pointed out and tied up the horses to a tree, allowing them to graze.

Akihito turned his gaze onto Iroha herself. The samurai still walked and talked, but he could see the injuries beneath her kimono; some dark patches forming on it. He mulled it over in his mind, at first considering paying her a little extra as thanks – it was her job to protect him, yes, but she'd put her life on the line all the same for it – but the more he thought, the more he decided he needed to be more proactive. It was that proactiveness that had led to him hiring her in the first place, after all.

''Let me heal your wounds.''

''Eh?'' From a few feet away Iroha jumped, surprised. ''You can heal? Like, healing magic?''

Akihito grunted, lifting his hand and channelling some mana, making his palm grow a soft, medicinal green. ''Mother taught me when I was young. Came in handy for burns when using the forge. Or for hunting game. If it can heal a bite shut, should work for sword cuts, so long as no poison is in 'em.''

''I see...'' Iroha sounded impressed, her face bright. ''Well... you have to touch skin for it to work, right?''

Presuming she would be self-conscious about that, he responded. ''Yes. Though if you're not comfortable with-''

''Oh no it's fine~'' She hurriedly assured, giggling shyly. ''It's just... there's a waterfall nearby, around here. I was thinking about washing off, since I got all dirty during the scuffle. Maybe you could join me...?''

The implication heated up his cheeks. ''Ahem... are... you sure you should be stripping in the middle of the forest, one full of bandits? What if they ambush us?''

''They won't.'' Iroha assured. ''And if they dare, I'll cut 'em up to pieces, naked or no~''

The cheeriness to her tone didn't quite match the sharpness to her eyes, assuring wholeheartedly if such foes dared to peep on her, she wouldn't be letting them escape with certain reproductive parts of them still attached.

''I... see.'' Akihito agreed slowly. ''Well... I'll grab us some towels and stuff. Lead the way.''

With a chirp Iroha agreed, making her way merrily over to the carriage.

...

It didn't take long for Iroha to lead him to the waterfall.

The waterfall in question was a modest one; big enough to roar lightly as it splashed down into the shallow pond below but small enough that there wasn't much of a foamy wake generated. The pond led to a stream that disappeared under some shrubs, similarly-sized shrubs surrounding the pond on all sides with a cliff on the waterfall's side, providing ample privacy to those who might stand within it.

Akihito quietly stood by the shoreline, laying down the towels and pointedly not turning around as he heard Iroha strip down naked. He couldn't avoid listening however; intimately hearing cloth slide over flesh, a light grunt as she undoubtedly undid her sarashi, the soft hum as she slipped out of her underwear – bit by bit she undressed, getting naked a mere foot behind him. And when she moved past him he turned and shut his eyes, giving her some meagre privacy. She noticed and giggled, but didn't tease him over it.

Only once he heard her splash down into the shallow pond did he himself strip, shifting behind one of the thick oak trees as he did so – his leather tunic and dark shirt coming unbuttoned and peeled off, his belt unbuckling and his pants pushed down. Boots were kicked off and gloves were removed, all added to a rough pile that he draped over a branch, his undergarments the last to be draped over it, leaving him as naked as Iroha undoubtedly was.

''Hah...'' Sighing softly he made his way out from behind the tree, stepping down from the sloped dirt bank into the pond.

His gaze went up towards the waterfall, and inevitably laid eyes on Iroha. The blonde samurai stood with her back to him, toned back bare of cloth and slim shoulder already wet with droplets of water, one arm extended to the waterfall and getting some thin streams running down her arm. Shallow cuts marred her back and ribs but they didn't detract from her beauty even slightly, his gaze sliding down to her curvy ass and creamy legs. Hearing his movement she turned slightly towards him, part of her flat stomach visible and her left breast revealing itself to him, the plump shape and perky pink nub on it unconsciously catching his eye.

Iroha herself also eyed him, containing her gulp. Built hardily from years of work as a blacksmith Akihito was chiselled in every sense of the word; his abs, his pectorals, his arms and even his legs; muscle ripped at his flesh but not in a bulging way, but a more firm, carefully-crafted physique more befitting of an Adonis than a mortal man. And quite naturally a curious young woman her gaze went lower, her cheeks going red as she saw his limp, but still large cock.

'A-Ahh...' Iroha had to look away, hurriedly wiping the drool away from her mouth with the back of her wrist. 'H-He's pretty big, down there...'

Akihito took his gaze off of Iroha then, a light flush to his cheeks as he meandered towards her. ''So... erm... I'll need to touch you to do it, remember.''

''I know~'' Despite her own embarrassment Iroha put on a cheery lilt, putting her back to him as he got behind her – casting a shadow over her. ''Um... p-please be gentle...''

''Hm? Of course I would?''

Iroha blushed darker and chuckled embarrassedly – only to squeak when one of his hands came around and held her side, over a deep cut there. The pain that came from his touch eliminated any lewd thoughts in Iroha's mind, a hiss passing her lips as his finger probed along the deep cut. After examining the wound however his palm glowed a vivid green, numbing her sore flesh... before painlessly the wound healed back up, flesh sealing back together and leaving no trace of a wound at all, good as new.

The process took just over a minute, and with a light murmur the blacksmith ordered her to raise her left arm; holding it up high. Akihito hummed and moved his arm to her biceps, caressing her firm muscles and applying some more healing magic there, sealing shut the tiny gash along her skin. Then again he went down, his hand touching her firm stomach and going lower, lower, ever so close to her crotch-

-only to stop at her stomach, pressing against the cut there and healing that too. Iroha quivered as she felt his magic flow through her, warming her belly and leaving her breathing heavy with shameful arousal. She couldn't help it, however – he was a big, strong guy with a handsome face and sizeable cock... the latter of which plagued her mind endlessly, her stomach twisting itself into knots as her mind turned to a dirty place.

''There.'' Until Akihito's murmur grazed her ear; his voice low and almost rumbling.

Iroha swallowed, her quick inhale making her breasts heave, and allowing her to feel a spike of pain there. ''Um, there's one on my right boob too.''

''...are you just trying to get me to grope you?''

''N-No! I mean it! There really is!'' Iroha hurriedly replied, blushing. ''O-On the underside. I must've gotten nicked by one of their blades.''

Sighing the buff blacksmith conceded, his right hand coming up and around her side, grasping her breast. He held it more firmly than she anticipated, eliciting a gasp from Iroha and in turn prompting Akihito to loosen his hold, murmuring a quiet apology into her ear. Iroha just shook her head slightly, trying to tell him it was alright but unable to get the air to, her mind foggy as she felt his thick fingers handle her breast, a thumb sliding along the small cut on her breast.

Then with a soft green glow he healed it shut. The warmth that teased her breast was too much for Iroha; a shameful moan quivering off of her tongue as the blissful heat soothed her nerves and left her tit feeling tingly and warm. Behind her Akihito tensed up, but didn't stop healing her breast... even when the cut was sealed shut.

''...you seem to have a cut down here, too...'' Akihito's voice most certainly rumbled when he spoke into her ear, his other hand sliding down her stomach, and past her pelvis.

''Ah, I-I don't have a cut there- o-ohh~'' Iroha screwed her eyes shut and moaned as he cupped her pussy and 'healed' her – the healing magic doing nothing more than leaving her crotch delightfully hot and tingly. ''N-No, not there... ahh...''

''You started this.'' The blacksmith uttered into her ear. ''And don't pretend you don't like this.''

''Mn...'' Iroha bit her bottom lip, tense as his fingers rubbed at her pussy lips. ''I'm... innocent- ahn~''

A cute moan tumbled out of Iroha's mouth as two of his thick fingers pushed into her pussy; spreading her tight, clenching insides apart and igniting her nerves, the intensity amplified by the tingling heat warming her crotch. Akihito wasn't done with her however, his other hand massaging her tingling breast and his lips coming to kiss her ear, the little bit of added stimulation fogging her mind up.

''Mn, oh, ah...'' Breathing out every little sound Iroha submissively let him do as he pleased, her toes curling beneath the water as he curled his fingers within her – rubbing her sweet spots. ''Yes, right there... oh... o-ohh...''

''Hush.'' The blacksmith whispered into her ear. ''Don't moan too loudly otherwise we might get caught and interrupted.''

The fact he said 'interrupted' told her he didn't intend to stop here, only exciting Iroha further. ''Ahh, yes, right...''

Wanting to be a bit more active Iroha arched her back, biting her bottom lip as she deliberately pushed her butt back against his crotch. Her insides tied into knots as she felt his most-certainly erect cock against her ass, his girth amazingly thick and twitching, so large she briefly felt her heart bungee-jump down into her stomach before coming back up. Would such a thing even fit inside of her? She didn't know... but, Iroha was never one to back down from a challenge. Even if this wasn't as conventional as other challenges.

''Mn, hold on...'' Iroha then breathed, grasping his wrists.

Akihito hummed, ceasing his healing magic and pulling his thick fingers out of her pussy and unhanding her breast; freeing Iroha. With bashful slowness the nude samurai turned around to face him, blushing as she bared her slender body to him – physically feeling his eyes on her plump breasts and taut stomach, his gaze going lower to her womanhood and thighs, admiring every part of her. She flashed a flustered smile at that and lowered herself down, the pond shallow enough that when kneeling it only came up to her thighs, and leaving her at eye-level with his crotch.

With the sun behind him his cock cast a shadow over her face, thick and standing erect. Iroha swallowed and leaned in, shy as she pressed her lips against the underside and kissed it – the soft smooch joined by a grunt from the man himself. Encouraged Iroha kissed her way up his shaft, grasping his cock, only to find it inadequate – requiring two hands to hold his cock at once, giving him a double-handed hand-job, pumping his cock as she went up to the tip and kissed it there.

''Mn... suck on it...'' The blacksmith murmured, sticking a thumb into her mouth.

Iroha blushed but didn't refuse, almost demure as she tucked some pale blonde hair from her face and kissed the tip, lips parting – and took him into her mouth. It was an immediate struggle; his girth so thick she had to open her mouth fully just to fit his thick meat between her lips, letting out a muffled groan as she forced her head down. He helped her along, a hand on the back of her head the only warning... before he shoved her down.

''Ghk-!'' Iroha's eyes bulged as his thick meat buried itself down her throat – two-thirds of his huge cock filling her throat, causing her to choke on it a little, throat convulsing around his meat and wetting it with her saliva.

Above her Akihito groaned, voice deep and throaty as she deep-throated him. Curling his fingers around her ponytail he yanked her head back up and pushed her back down, guiding her mouth along his meaty girth and eliciting a string of wet, gasping grunts from Iroha. She did her best to suck him off but he far bigger than she anticipated, his girth stretching her throat out to make room for his cervix-smashing cock.

Shuddering at the mere thought Iroha kept jerking him off with her hands, her double-handed hand-job stroking another moan out of the blacksmith. Mercifully he pulled her head back, his cock sliding out past her lips with a loud gasp from Iroha herself; the samurai reflexively coughing as she choked on her own spit, her lithe fingers going for her eyes and wiping away the reflexive tears that laid there.

''W-Wow...'' She breathed. ''You're... really big...''

''Hmph.'' He merely grunted, cupping her cheek. ''Open wide.''

Blushing at his bold request Iroha blushed and agreed, lips parting as the bulbous head slipped between it – and she shivered as he forced his thick, meaty girth into her throat. This time he didn't hold back, pulling her in deeper and deeper, stretching out her throat and blocking her airways, before soon his balls hit her chin, his entire shaft down her throat and nearly reaching her stomach.

'G-Guh... way too... way too big...' Iroha coughed around his cock. 'No way he's fitting in me... but... Mm...!'

Squeezing his cock between her two hands Iroha jerked him off, pushing back against his hand until his cock slipped out of her mouth, leaving her coughing on her spit once more. Hurriedly she started licking the tip, tongue lashing and licking at the bulbous head before she took the tip into her mouth, sucking on it as she gave him a hand-job.

Only to grunt in surprise when he pulled her head back, leaving her panting as she looked up at him. One look was all she needed to know what he wanted, her cheeks burning, but she wasn't exactly against it. Thus with crimson cheeks Iroha stumbled up to her feet, one hand idly stroking his cock and holding it as she led him over to the waterfall; towards the rock right next to it.

Spits of water splashed against their skin, the foamy water tickling their ankles, but Iroha's attention was fully on the rock – blushing as she bent herself forwards and planted both hands on the rock, presenting her ass to him. He replied by slapping his thick cock against her ass, his shaft practically draped over her rear, his size so intimidating she let out a whimper of fearful anticipation.

''Mn... be gentle...'' Iroha breathed, biting her bottom lip as he slid his cock down and rubbed her lower lips, his bulbous tip pushing in a little.

Then without a word he pushed forth. Iroha tensed, letting out a gasp as she felt her vaginal walls be pried apart by his thick battering ram of a cock, her eyes wide as he slid into her. True to his word however he didn't do it roughly; fitting just over half into her tight pussy before slowly rearing back, pistoning it back in a moment later. Despite that slowness Iroha whimpered all the same, a mix of pain and pleasure teasing her pelvis as he practically reshaped her insides with his dick.

Akihito himself was struggling to control himself; grunts and groans rumbling out of his throat as he rocked his waist back-and-forth. His cock slid into her easily but it was hard to bury it in deeper, meeting resistance with every thrust, the saliva on his cock helping act like a minor lubricant, easing him into the tight samurai girl. Gradually as she got used to the thick shaft within her Iroha loosened up a little, purposefully trying to relax and whimpering as he pushed himself in deeper.

Until soon the tip of his cock pressed against her innermost parts. Iroha curled her fingers into fists and Akihito groaned, the blacksmith squeezing her hips firmly within his grip and bucking his hips forth; suddenly slamming into her. She gasped, voice stilted, but the pain was overshadowed by a rush of pleasure – tempting him to do it again, another short, jerky thrust battering her cervix. Pursing her lips Iroha pushed her ass back, grunting as she impaled herself onto his girth, the tip touching her innermost parts.

''Mn!'' Iroha's legs buckled as he sheathed himself inside her again. ''I-I said be gentle... ahh...''

Another rough thrust. ''You don't seem to mind it.''

The samurai just moaned, shaking her head in breathless bliss as he slammed into her again – his short, jerky thrusts becoming faster. He leaned over her, nearly spooning her and planting one hand on the rock with her, his other arm wrapped around her taut stomach and yanking her back towards him as he slammed into her shamefully-wet sex, her walls clamping tightly around his ungodly-thick shaft, failing to stop him from moving no matter how tightly she smothered his pulsing heat.

Her earlier blow-job however had clearly taken its toll on the man. His thrusts, rough as they were, only became more so with every ensuing buck of his waist – his breathing becoming low and ragged as he railed her. He couldn't even fit it all inside her but that didn't stop him from trying, the bulbous tip of his cock slamming up against her cervix, smearing pre-cum against her depths and fucking out a string of sharp, shaky moans from the samurai.

''Fuck.'' He grunted into her ear. ''I'm gonna cum.''

Iroha moaned back, wanting to tell him that he needed to do it outside, that cumming inside was risky – but she didn't have the air, or the will; her mind fogging up from the unadulterated, pulsing heat of his cock slamming into her folds, her orgasm fast approaching as he practically fucked her senseless. Attempting to speak did little more than make her moan, lungs exhaling the hoarse, horny sounds as he pounded her harder, faster, fiercer-!

''Shit!''

Until with a sharp shout of pleasure the blacksmith slammed into her wet pussy and came; thick shots of cum splattering against her depths and stuffing her womb, the hot seed so intense Iroha climaxed. The tight flesh that clenched around his cock only made him cum harder; thick ropes of semen filling her up – when he pulled out mid-creampie, sharply cursing as she shot several long spurts of cum up her bare back, his seed splatting against her shoulder-blades and lower back, a gasping moan escaping Iroha as several smaller spurts hit her ass. Then with a grunt he pushed his thick girth right back into her whitened sex and managed a few more short thrusts, ending with a single rough thrust that pushed against her cervix, unloading the last of his seed into her womb.

''Mm... ah... hah...'' Iroha panted heavily, shuddering from the aftershocks of her climax. ''Mn... inside was... dangerous...''

''Ah... was it...?'' The blacksmith grunted. ''Sorry 'bout that.''

Anything Iroha wanted to say melted into a moan as he slowly pulled out – her vaginal walls clenching tight around his retreating girth and letting her feel every little vein on his cock as it slid out, the tip soon slipping free and letting a thick drool of cum to leak out. The lewd feeling left her mewling, legs together in some feeble attempt to stop his creamy load from leaking out; to no avail.

However as Iroha eased herself down onto the rock and rolled over, facing him, she realised he was still rock-hard – the samurai girl swallowing as she saw his erect length twitching. Silently he offered her a hand and the samurai took it, only then noticing how slender her hand was in comparison to his muscled own hand, her cheeks reddening as she let him haul her up to her feet, stood alongside him. She quickly realised what he wanted when he slid a hand down and grasped her right thigh, lifting that leg up and making her balance on just one leg.

''Mn...'' Biting her lip nervously Iroha helped guide his cock against her sex, shivering – and then let out a moan as his girth sunk into her. ''S-So big...''

Akihito hummed, held her waist with his other hand – and then bucked his hips, burying his cock into her. Iroha buckled from the sudden fullness, a tight moan tumbling past her lips a moment later as she felt herself be stretched open by his shaft; the position only intensifying how good it felt. Doubly so when he slowly pulled his hips back, groaning lustfully before pumping right back into her tight tunnel, his thrusts slow but strong as he reshaped her insides to better suit his shaft.

''Mn... relax...'' He muttered, squeezing her thigh. ''You're too tight.''

''S-Sorry... can't help it...'' Iroha muttered back, shuddering when he leaned down, lips nearly touching her forehead. ''H-Hold on... I'll just...''

Trailing off Iroha grasped onto his shoulders, and with a light grunt she hopped up, her legs wrapping around her waist. The blacksmith caught her ass before gravity could reassert its hold on her, his strength allowing him to easily hold Iroha up, the first few inches of his dick still inside her – making it much easier for Akihito to pull her back down onto his stiff shaft, lowering her down onto it inch by inch until she was stuffed once more.

The samurai threw her head back with a moan, her nails digging into his bare, muscled shoulders – unable to keep her voice to herself as he lifted her up and pulled her right back down again repeatedly, her walls squeezing his shaft as it ploughed into her pussy but failing to slow it down, his girth like a heavy ram as it plunged into her depths. Though he moved slowly just having something so big in her was nearly overwhelming, a throaty moan arising from her lips; only for it to soon be muffled as he leaned down and kissed her, mashing their lips together heatedly.

''Mm!'' Rocking her waist Iroha moved with him, willingly sinking herself down onto his tree trunk of a cock.

Akihito hissed at that; pleasure written across his face as her walls gripped his sensitive shaft so snugly. Paying her back he held her ass more firmly, hauling her up-and-down his cock more vigorously, scraping at her wet walls and stirring up the deluge of cum inside her, much of it leaking out and dripping into the pond water beneath them. It also acted as a lubricant, his girth pistoning into her depths easier than before, his semen squelching out of her with every powerful thrust.

''Mn, ah... yes, like that...'' Breathlessly Iroha whispered, moaning against his lips when he groped her ass – his rough, firm hold making her back arch with suppressed bliss. ''M-Myn...!''

''Fuck...'' The blacksmith grunted gutturally against her jaw, kissing at her cheek before uttering another low swear into her ear. ''If I'd known you wanted this we could've just done it by the carriage.''

''H-Hah, I didn't intend for this to happen...'' Iroha murmured back, lips kissing his for just a moment before she pulled back. ''Just got in the mood is all I guess.''

A hand spanked her ass, sudden and sharp, eliciting a girlish yelp from Iroha's lips – said lips swiftly captured in a kiss. Melting into it Iroha moaned and pushed back, lips sealed against his even as her lungs burned for air and keeping it going. That was until he slammed into her suddenly and ceased thrusting, fucking out a breathless moan from the samurai as she broke off the kiss, flushed and panting. Without a word uttered the blacksmith released her left ass cheek and grabbed her breast instead, manhandling her plump tit; squeezing, groping, hefting; his touch was as arousing as it was rough, leaving Iroha helplessly clenching around his unmoving cock.

Until he took several slows steps forwards, and then lowered both of them down – grunting as he pinned her down against the slanted rock. Iroha quivered, leaning her back up against the smooth rock surface and opening her legs wide, giving him something to hold onto as he reared his hips back – and then promptly cried out as he rewarded her with a hard thrust. It merely preluded many more however; his girth squelching into her before yanking back out again, pumping in-and-out of her wet womanhood with every buck of his waist.

''Mm~! Ah~!'' Iroha cried out blissfully, shoulders arching off of the stone beneath her. ''H-Harder!''

Her cry echoed over the pond, the guttural grunt of the blacksmith coming a moment afterwards – joined too by the wet 'pap-pap-pap' of their pelvises smacking together, his shaft battering her quivering depths relentlessly. Iroha shook, head pressing back against the stone and her breasts bouncing from every thrust of his hips, her mind going white as heat seared her lower half in an addictive, dangerous heat, her inner walls clamping tightly around his girth.

''Hah, c-cumming...!'' Iroha cried out in warning, toes curling – and with a sharp inhale and a jerk she came, eyes screwing shut as she orgasmed for the second time that day.

Akihito gritted his teeth, gripping her slender legs as he pounded her into the rock, pelvis smacking against hers with growing vigour – and with a shout of pleasure he pulled out. Thick ropes of white splatted against her stomach and breasts; arcing between or over her heaving tits and hitting her in the face too, covering her in his seed. Several more ropes hit her flesh, aided by the hand that jerked his cock; before he swiftly pushed the head back between her folds and slammed into her, the sudden wet heat that squeezed his orgasming cock extracting several more spasm-inducing loads.

''Mn...! Ah... w-wow... ahh...'' Breathing heavily Iroha draped an arm over her eyes, mouth open as she heaved in air. ''S-So hot...''

Akihito groaned an agreement, thrusting a few more times into her pussy before pulling out, orgasm finally over. In the waning sunlight she laid limp; the light glistening off of the semen coating her front, much of it leaking out from her thoroughly-fucked sex; the pleasurable aftershocks coaxing out a weak moan from Iroha, her legs drifting shut unconsciously.

The blacksmith looked up at the sun. ''Hah... well, this was fun, but we best be heading back... don't want to get caught out by bandits, do we?''

Iroha could only whine a breathless agreement, limping up off the rock and over to the waterfall to wash off properly, his meaty hands there to help her with that.

By the following morning the two would continue on their journey and make it out of the woods, parting ways to continue their own lives...

...though, Iroha would end up requiring some healing magic to her hips so she could walk straight again after the thorough fucking.

[END]