Chapter 11

On a cold night, inside one of the many small tents scattered across the military post that your squad has currently been assigned to, a younger you sits on top of a thin, cheap bedroll. The little sleeping area dimly lit by an oil lantern, an empty bedroll neatly laid next to your own.

Your hair is trimmed short and your face clean-shaven. Body covered by a white linen shirt and a pair of simple underwear, your designated iron armor and trusty steel longsword prudently resting within arm's reach.

You yawn, stretching your strong arms over your head... She should be here by now, it's getting late. Has she gotten into trouble again? Probably. Maybe you should-

Your line of thought is suddenly interrupted as the entrance of the tent slides open.

"Hey, angry-eyes. Missed me?" An also younger Lucille says, crouching into the tent. Ginger hair bound in a messy bun, smug smile fixed on her freckled face. "Catch." She tosses a small bag towards your direction, starting to remove the armor wrapped around her body and the sword dangling from her hip, leaving them next to your equipment.

You swiftly grab the bag in the air. "Is this what I think it is...?" You raise an eyebrow, undoing the string keeping it closed and checking on the contents inside... Contraceptive herbs, plenty of them. A soft smirk appears on your lips. "Heh."

Lucille unties her red hair, letting it hang down over her shoulders. Smug smile getting even bigger as she catches your reaction. "You should see your face right now. Fucking adorable." She laughs, kicking her boots away and pulling her pants down, only sporting her simple black panties and light grey blouse as she crawls towards you.

"I'm pretty surprised, to be honest. I thought these things were pretty much impossible to find lately." You snort. "Where did you find them?"

The girl stops in front of you, sitting back over the heels of her feet and resting her hands on her thick thighs. "Give me a kiss and I'll tell you." She purrs.

You chuckle, gently gathering the long strands of hair covering her face and brushing them behind her ear. "Just one?" You whisper, caressing her cheek and moving your face closer until your mouth is almost pressing against hers.

"Very smooth." She teases, playfully nuzzling her nose against your own. "You weren't this confident back when I took your virginity, remember? I think you were shaking a little bit..."

You rapidly shut her up by passionately smashing your lips against hers. She contently moans, melting under the tender kiss, small hands caressing your broad chest as her mouth dances in sync with yours.

You can't avoid grunting as Lucille shamelessly darts her tongue forward in an eager search for yours, sensual yet equally obscene wet sounds booming across the tent as the pair of supple, pink organs wrestle between your cheeks.

After a few more moments of rough lip-locking, the two of you are **** to break it in order to breathe again. Pulling back with faces more reddened and sweaty than before, glistening lines of spit still connecting the two mouths. "You've become quite a good kisser, angry-eyes..." The redhead contently pants, licking her shining lips.

"I know. I just have to imagine I'm actually kissing an attractive woman."

"Ha-ha. Fuck off. You are still terrible at trying to be funny." Lucille rolls her eyes, yet the little smile on her expression never leaves as she removes her blouse, displaying her toned stomach, slim yet well-formed arms, and the white bandage tightly wrapped around her chest holding her perky breasts in place.

You mimic her, pulling your shirt off and tossing it away. The girl gives your muscular torso an appreciative glance. "Okay. To answer your question..." She starts talking again while unwrapping her bandage-brasier. "I got the herbs from Jess. She owed me a favor."

"Jess...?"

"Jess! Blonde hair, cute smile, carries a big shield all the time..." Lucille lets out a sigh of satisfaction as her tits finally hang free. "You've never talked to her?"

You shrug your shoulders, caressing the back of your neck. "I don't think so..."

"Pft, you need to be more sociable, angry-eyes. You are never getting a girlfriend this way."

"Ha! Look who's talking."

"Shut up! I'm really sociable... most of the time..." She giggles, straightening her legs and sliding her panties down to her ankles. Her tight pussy and the cute, flaming orange bush above it now revealed. You feast your eyes on her gorgeous naked body, your underwear bulging out. "See something you like?" She grins.

"Maybe I do." You talk, big hand gently fondling one of her soft breasts as you look at her emerald eyes. Feeling its weight on your palm as your thumb rubs in circles over the pink, hard nipple.

Lucille bites her lower lip, hands stroking over your legs, gripping at your underwear. She pulls the garment down. Fat, long shaft springing out and landing over your thigh, prompting an excited gasp to exit the girl's lips. "Hey, big guy. How have you been?" She softly whispers directly to your pole, fist wrapping around it and calmly pumping up and down.

"You are talking to my cock again...?" You laugh between deep groans of pleasure. "I thought you had finally grown bored of doing that... Guess not..."

"Just saying hello to a dear friend, that's all." The redhead teasingly says, jerking you with one hand while the other fondles your low-hanging pair of heavy balls. "What, are you jealous?"

"How can I be jealous of my own cock?"

"Hehe. Dunno, you are a pretty weird guy. You'll find the way." She gives the tip of your hard cock a chaste peck before sliding upwards across your body until you are lying on your back over the bedroll with her prone on top of you, her pretty face right in front of your own. "Give me one of those herbs."

With one hand resting over the small of her back, the other one moves towards the herb bag by your side. Taking one of those light-green, black-dotted little leaves and holding it between two of your fingers.

Lucille playfully sticks her tongue out of her mouth and you carefully place the herb right on the middle of it. With a wink of her eye, she closes her mouth again, chewing, and finally swallowing. "I love the taste. Kinda minty."

She gives you a final smooch on the lips before starting to position herself. Straddling your lap with her thighs squeezing on the sides of your body, straightening her torso, grabbing your rock-hard shaft and pressing it against her feminine abs. You grunt at the lewd showcasing of your length, going inches above her belly button. "I need you inside me, angry-eyes." She seductively purrs, shifting her hips and aligning you with her dripping, pink entrance.

Eye contact never breaking as the redhead lowers herself on your shaft. She lets out a breathy moan, taking inch after inch until her shapely ass is pressed against your thighs and you are buried balls-deep. "O-oh, fuck..." She gasps, small hands strongly gripping at your shoulders, your own bigger pair moving upwards to slide across her narrow waist.

"Lucille..." You groan her name. Wet, warm tunnel strongly clinging around you... The girl whimpers in arousal, pink cheeks blending nicely with her fiery red hair. The grip on your shoulders get even harder as she suddenly starts rolling her hips, fucking herself on your cock.

Loud moans and squelching noises booming all over the small tent. The pair of bodies completely drenched in sweat, glistening under the dim lighting. "Nghhh! Arthur!" She closes her eyes, gritting her teeth. You keep grunting and moaning along with her, wrapping your arms around her back and holding her close to your well-built body as you thrust your hips in tandem with her own. Her tits squished against your chest, lips grinding against yours in a messy kiss. "You are goinggg- damn! Y-you are going to make me cum!" She shrieks into your mouth, not a single second passes until her pussy violently convulses around you, clamping down on your length.

She stops moving her hips for a few moments, recovering from her intense orgasm. You cease your thrusts, comforting her by lovingly sliding your palms all over her body, big smile present on your face. Her dazed, half-lidded eyes fixed on yours as she breathes heavily. Sweaty red hair messily sticking to her face, giving her a disheveled wild look that makes you weak on the knees. She flashes a horny smile of her own before swiftly repositioning herself...

Her feet rest against the bedroll below as she outright squats over your lap. She gives you one single second to assimilate the situation before starting to **** bounce up and down over your erect cock, loud fleshy claps each time her ass slaps against your thighs. You puff for air as the passionate redhead impales herself as hard as possible. Pussy eagerly trying to milk you of everything you have to give.

Her hands claw at your chest while, without stopping the frenetic movements of her hips, Lucille moves her face in front of yours. The two of you simply stick your tongues out of your mouths and flick them together like feral, instinct-driven animals.

The stimulation is too much. "I'm gonna..." You just manage to grunt. "Lucille!"

"Me too! Me too, Arthur! Oh fuuuck!" The girl screams, slamming herself all the way down, throwing her head back, and exploding into her second orgasm of the night. You don't fall behind, balls pulsing as you shoot load after load inside her, filling her to the brim with a warm, sloppy creampie.

The two of you stay connected, gasping for air while caressing each other. "That was amazing..." Lucille whispers between panting. "Think someone heard us?"

"Probably. You were really loud." You chuckle, wiping the sweat off your forehead with one hand and groping the girl's ass with the other. Cum starting to leak down from her and coating your shaft.

"Yeah, well, that's kinda your fault, angry-eyes. Best fuck in all Amarantum." She giggles, unwrapping her clingy pussy from around you with a moist squelch and letting herself fall to the side, clinging to you with her head against your chest and her arms wrapped around one of yours.

Silently enjoying the heavenly shared afterglow, you pet the girl's head while she softly kisses on the pectoral she is using as a pillow, intertwining her legs with yours. Your sperm clinging to her inner thighs, still glazing her entrance.

"When..." She starts faintly talking after a good pair of minutes, her usual cocky expression replaced with a rather gloomy one. "When do you think this war is going to end, Arthur?"

"I don't know, Lucille..." You sigh, holding her closer against you. "I would love to say 'soon'... but that's not very likely."

"I... I saw a dead little girl the other day..." Her voice soft and shaky as she presses herself against you as tightly as possible. "She was hanging from a tree, the corpses of her parents were right below her... She l-looked a little bit like me, you know? I started... crying, I couldn't stop it... I had to go hide so the group that was with me wouldn't catch me bawling my eyes out." She says, sniffing as tears begin to form on the corners of her bright green eyes.

You listen with attention and a sad expression on your face, stroking her hair while she continues.

"It might sound cheesy, but all I could think of while crying was running towards your arms and hugging you close... I... I feel really safe when I do that." She sighs. "I don't think I would be able to keep enduring this if you weren't with me, Arthur..."

"Me neither... It's weird, but you make me feel invincible. Like nothing could go wrong when you are by my side..." You make a small pause before saying the next words. "Lucille... I... I love you."

"I love you too, Arthur."