Banished Pt. 10

"Not yours," I clarified, and she rolled her eyes.

"And just makes it all better," she replied sarcastically, and I took a deep breath before clarifying:

"I'm thinking about what we should do with Vanessa."

"You're thinking about murdering her?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"I'm thinking about whether or not we might have a chance to act here, before she gets strong enough to become an actual threat. Right now, she's probably just a tool being used by Danebe."

"Well yeah, but act how?"

"Infiltrate Palancar? Kidnap her?" I suggested, and she stared at me incredulously.

"Are you kidding? What happened to not provoking them?"

"We can provoke them all we want if we take away their only trump card," I replied. "We didn't know whether or not they had Vanessa; now we know."

"If it's as massive a city as you say, then she could literally be anywhere."

"Not anywhere; she has to be somewhere within Danebe's grove. From what I know, that's something like fifteen trees."

"And if you're wrong?"

I shrugged.

"Then I've wasted a night sneaking around Palancar?"

She shook her head.

"You could be spotted. They could track you back to us..."

"I could conceal my armor and myself easily enough with robes," I countered, and she shook her head.

"Even if you didn't leave behind a shred of evidence, being spotted would in itself be enough for Palancar to start up their own rumors. We're as vulnerable to a shift in perception as they are, you know."

"That could definitely hurt our chances of recruiting more settlers along the way..." I admitted despondently.

I let out a sigh, as I leaned against a nearby tree trunk.

"You're right," I said, and Casey studied me.

"Look," she began, "we don't even know if Vanessa will develop into a threat, and given that she is their trump card, she's likely to be hidden away and well-guarded. Are you prepared to shed Kobalt blood for this?"

I bit my lip, then shook my head.

"No, that wouldn't reflect well on us."

"Exactly; so what are you thinking here?" she asked, and I ran my hands through my hair, as I let out another sigh.

"My child will be born in about fifteen days... I don't know how far we can even get from Palancar by then. What if they come after-?"

Casey moved in and kissed me, and the move was so sudden she seemed to even catch herself off guard.

She stepped back, suddenly seeming a little embarrassed.

"You won't have to protect your child alone, Nate. Everyone is here to help; even your princess. Your popularity as a leader, even as annoying as it is, is pretty high, so I'm sure that your child will be cared for and loved by everyone."

"You're right," I conceded. "I don't know what I was thinking."

She studied me for a bit.

"Kind of seems like you were thinking irrationally... like a normal human, almost."

"Was that why you kissed me?" I asked, and she blushed a little.

"I just thought that, when you had your little meltdown after killing Emily, I was pretty useless even though you came to me, and this time... I wanted to do better."

"Oh~? So, are you gonna kiss it all better anytime I get sad now?" I teased, and Casey stomped her foot angrily, then turned, only to realize she had nowhere to run off to.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, but as I moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her, she didn't resist the gesture at all.

"Say, how far up the list do you need to be to be satisfied with your position?"

"As long as I'm on a list, I'll never be satisfied," she said.

"Well... what if your importance to me is unparalleled?"

Casey scoffed.

"I've literally heard you say that to two other women already."

"Well, duh. I kind of have to, to keep people in line."

"Which is exactly what you're doing with me," Casey countered, and as she turned to study me, I shook my head.

"You know that's not true," I said.

"I don't know anything of the sort," she replied.

"When I was in distress, you were the only one I went to. You know that," I countered, and she shrugged.

"So what? I'm reliable; controllable. A sensible choice," she reasoned.

"No, you were a terrible choice. Probably the last person I'd imagine that would comfort me."

"Then why did you come to me?"

"Because I wanted to... because I missed you. There was no list that day. Just who I needed, and that was you."

I lifted her chin, and guided her gaze to meet my own, and her eyes flickered a little; but as I leaned in, she shut her eyes tightly, her resistance melting away as I pressed my lips to hers.

"Are you trying to take advantage of my hypnotized state?" she asked, and I chuckled a little.

"Maybe~," I teased. "I mean, I probably won't get any more kisses from my trusty advisor when she recovers, now will I?"

Casey bit her lip, then shook her head.

Maybe I should just enjoy the kisses while I still want them, her voice spoke into my mind, and as I tilted my head at her, her eyes went wide.

"D-did I just thought-message you?"

I nodded, chuckling a little as I did, and she went beet red, turning away and massaging her temples agitatedly.

"Just kiss me already- I mean kill, kill me; ugh!" she groaned.

"If you insist," I said, moving in swiftly and claiming her lips.

She whined into my mouth, but it took no more than a few moments of persistence before she melted into me, and gave in to the kiss.

"This is taking advantage," she protested, and I shrugged.

"If I give you the choice, you'll waste all the time hesitating and regret it anyway. I'm doing you a favor here, really."

As she studied me, her eyes flicking subtly to my lips, I continued:

"Have you regretted any of the things that we've done?"

She bit her lip uncertainly, then shook her head, her expression still slightly dazed from my assault on her lips.

I hovered over her for a bit, waiting for her to make the next move, but her hesitation turned into a look of outright worry, and she closed her eyes, tensing up a bit as I leaned in, giving her a soft kiss on the side of her face, just beneath her left ear.

"I adore you. I truly do; but I'll never ask you to do anything like that if you're not comfortable with it," I said, my tone gentle and reassuring, and her eyes wavered a bit as I withdrew from her.

I studied the river flowing past us for a bit, and she cleared her throat as she regained her composure.

"Is there anything else that we need to discuss?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Our princess is playing a little 'game of thrones' with Palancar," I said, as I began to relay her plan to meddle in Palancar's affairs.

"She asked you to impregnate one of her sisters?" Casey asked incredulously, and as I nodded, her eyes narrowed on me. "Did you?"

I bit my lip, then gave an abridged recap to her of my time with Eradne, and the bargain I struck with her, which seemed to annoy her even further.

"So, while I was fighting for my life, you were out impregnating your new 'trusty advisor'?" she spat, and I chuckled nervously.

"I took one for the team?" I suggested, a little playfully. "What? Did you want me to stay by your side? Desperate, panicked! Unable to sleep or eat until my precious Casey was-"

She shoved me hard, and I chuckled at her as she folded her arms crossly.

"Jackass," she muttered angrily, as I continued to chuckle at her expense.

"Hnn~. Although, I did miss you a lot that night. And I've never missed anyone in my life. Like... ever."

She kept her gaze away from me, but as I shot her a teasing look, I caught her eyes making a quick dart in my direction, and I pounced on her.

"Get away from me, jackass," she cursed, but as I pinned her against the tree and stole a few quick kisses, I saw her losing her own internal battle with her desires.

"I thought you weren't gonna force me to do anything," she complained, and I shrugged.

"I'm not... but I never said I wasn't gonna tease you~," I replied, and she shot me a glum look.

I moved to get off of her, but Casey stopped me this time, and I eyed her teasingly.

"Is there something I can do for you?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes.

"Don't make me ask for it," she said angrily, and I raised my hands in surrender.

"But I can't get consent if you don't ask~," I reasoned, and she let out an exasperated groan.

"Fine. If I want you to fuck off, I'll just tell you," she said, and I chuckled playfully.

"You don't seem to be thinking too far ahead, my little advisor. I mean, by this rule, I could just randomly grope you whenever I feel like it... hell, you could just randomly wake up with my tongue buried inside of you," I said, and she made a little whinnying sound, to my amusement.

"Oh~. Is that something that my advisor desires?" I teased. "Maybe you'll get it if you're really good~."

"Stop fucking playing with me," Casey replied, as she pulled me in for a hungry kiss.

It was rough, and sloppy, and as I tried to break away for a breath, Casey grabbed onto my lower lip with her teeth and drew blood, a devilish look in her eyes.

She shoved me hard, and as I fell onto my back with a thud, she leapt onto me and assaulted my lips with that same intent, and I quickly shook away my amusement, as it took actual concentration to return the intensity of her oral onslaught.

I placed a hand against her face, and she grabbed it gruffly, and shifted it to my belt plate.

"Take it off."

She broke the kiss long enough to spit out that solitary command, and even as I complied, she dragged her teeth along the side of my neck, leaving what I was certain would be a bruise.

What was she doing? I wondered. Was she trying to leave her mark on me?

As soon as the belt plate was off, she fished out my cock and began to stroke it.

"There's a stream right there; I should probably- ohh."

My sentence ended in a low moan as she sucked my meathead into her mouth.

"I know you're excited and all, but you should really let me wash that a little. I-"

"Fucked Cameron last night? I know," she said, glaring at me as she continued to suck and lick her way around my shaft.

I studied her with some admiration, but as she seemed to finally satisfy herself with orally cleansing my organ, she began to suck on me with that same possessed kind of intensity, and I moaned again.

"Casey, if you keep sucking me like that, I'm not gonna last long inside of you," I warned, and she shrugged.

"You know which hole to fuck me in when you're ready to cum," she replied, almost nonchalantly, and as I studied her with an expression that was equal parts stupor and admiration, I finally decided to respond.

"That's right. I guess I forgot; my advisor is whore for a good anal fucking."

I climbed onto my knees, and as Casey turned around, bunching up her toga-style robe and baring her ass to me, I dove in, and before she could respond, began to tongue her asshole quite roughly.

"Fuck... that's good. Mmh. Don't stop!"

She buried her head into the nook of her arm, and moans continuously poured from her lips as I rimmed her, and I noted with interest that juices were actually leaking down from her pussy onto the ground beneath her.

I cupped her mound with one hand, and after gathering up some of the slick, slippery juices, I smeared my cock, stroking myself as in anticipation of entering her.

"Fuck me, Nate," she panted, wiggling her rear expectantly.

I planted one final, sucking kiss on the meaty ass cheek in my grasp, before biting into it, and she screamed out in surprise, turning to shoot me a dirty look as I smirked at her.

She cast a tentative look at the reddening spot, but I quickly moved to enter her, and she let out a frustrated groan as I slid quickly into her pussy.

"Fucking hell, Nate. Stop fucking playing with me," she chided, but this time I pulled her up into my arms, and turning her head to the side, I kissed her lips hungrily as I began to thrust into her; steady, gruff strokes, punctuated by little shrieks, but at a slow, measured pace.

We exchanged sloppy, wet kisses in between each penetrative thrust, until my desire to fill her with my seed won out, and I released my hold on her, and she slumped down onto her elbows as I began to slam into her.

She was close to cumming, but so was I, and as I considered pulling out and finishing the job with a proper anal fucking again, an idea suddenly came to me.

I sucked on my thumb, lubricating it a bit, before sliding it slowly into her asshole.

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah!" she cried out, followed by an immediate stream of 'ohs' and mhs', and I smiled as the move quickly pushed her over the edge, and into an orgasm.

I slipped from her tunnel just as juices began to spurt forth, gushing from her insides, but I held her in place, and as her orgasm began to subside, I immediately slid my slick, well lubricated cock into her asshole, and she turned, her eyes wide, as I began to pump roughly into her ass.

"F-fuck, Nate," her words were barely coherent, and as I accelerated my pace to a frenzied, rough fucking, she began to scream.

You feel so fucking good, Casey, I thought, and I smacked the love bite I'd given her earlier as I felt myself climbing over the threshold, and as I unloaded into her tight asshole, juices began to gush from her cunt again as she matched my orgasm with another of her own.

She panted, and would probably have collapsed onto the earth if I wasn't holding onto her, and as I pulled her body into mine, she melted into me, her sharp breaths coming out in little puffs against the bruised skin on my neck.

We stayed like that for a while, locked in that embrace, until her breathing finally evened out, and as she suddenly kissed me, I studied her with some interest, as the gesture was surprisingly gentle.

"What was that?" I asked.

"What was what? The crazy animal sex?"

I shook my head.

"The kiss," I said, and she rolled her eyes.

She peeled herself away from me, then looked down at her clothes with a glum look.

"My clothes are a mess," she whined, and I frowned.

"Don't change the topic. What was that?" I pressed, and she let out a sigh.

"I'm not stupid, Nate. I know what you needed."

"What I needed?" I asked, studying her with curiosity, and she eyed me, then shrugged.

"Like I said... last time, when you came to me; I wasn't there for you. I was just making it up by being there for you this time."

I shook my head, my confusion still evident on my face, and Casey leaned into me again, and rested a hand against my cheek.

"I know you're worried that you won't be able to protect your child, Nate, and it's okay. I'll help you," she said, and I studied her.

"My child... as in also, Cameron's child?" I clarified, and she shrugged, as she pulled away from me.

"I was never going to give you children, Nate. Not even if we were exclusive. So, why should I begrudge you that?"

I shook my head, chuckling a little.

"But, weren't you also just pissed at me for impregnating some chick while you were in recovery?"

"I had a moment of jealousy, but so what? I'd just been hypnotized. Besides," she added, as she turned to look at me over her shoulder, "it wasn't the impregnation so much as you fucking around at that exact moment that pissed me off."

I smiled at Casey, and she quickly averted her gaze, as she began to blush; but I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back down into my arms.

"You're amazing," I said. "Thank you for loving me; even if you're being forced."

"Idiot," she muttered, but she didn't squirm her way out of my arms, and as I planted a tender kiss on her neck from behind, she stayed in my arms for a bit, just staring off into the nearby stream as she lay there, wrapped in my embrace.

"We should probably head back," she said.

"Why? There's no real danger right now. And we're not really needed for anything that needs to be done anyway."

She shot me a glum look.

"Still. At least one of us should be around in case of an emergency," she countered, and I shrugged.

"Gisela can handle it," I reasoned, and as she glared at me, I suddenly realized that Casey took her role as my advisor much more seriously than I'd imagined.

"We'll head back eventually. But I demand to be properly comforted by my advisor first," I said, and she rolled her eyes.

"You're lucky I'm even tolerating you right now," she said, and as I pouted, I saw a momentary flicker in her eyes, before she massaged her forehead, and let out a sigh.

"Fine. What do you want to do?" she asked, and grinned a little.

"Hnn~. What should we do? For starters, let's get cleaned up," I said, and Casey climbed off of me as I clambered to my feet, and led her from our perch above the main water course to the smaller stream which we had followed on our way over here.

The flow of this stream was much steadier than the smaller watercourse closer to our campgrounds, allowing us to stand under the gurgling spring and wash ourselves with reasonable efficiency.

As Casey tried to wash out her robes, however, I suggested that she remove them to do so, and after shooting her another puppy dog look, she relented, again to my delight.

"What?" she shot, as I ogled her openly. "You've seen almost all of this at one point or another," she continued, and I shrugged.

"A beautiful naked girl is still a beautiful naked girl, no matter how many times I've seen her."

She scoffed.

"You know, this flattery bullshit is starting to get old real quick," she shot, and I tilted my head in response.

"It's not flattery. I'm expressing myself," I replied, and she shook her head in response.

"What?" I asked.

"No-one has ever called me beautiful; so next time, maybe try something a little more believable," she replied.

"Nope; not acceptable," I said, and Casey eyed me as I advanced on her, and she continued to study me I went down on one knee, then placing my hands on her hips, I pulled her close and nuzzled her stomach, before planting a kiss there.

"What're you doing?" she asked, her voice sounding a bit more panicked than maybe it should have.

"Kissing you until you feel beautiful," I replied.

"Ugh. At least do something less cliché," she shot, and I chuckled at her.

"Call it whatever you want, I'm gonna keep kissing you," I replied.

"Nate, that's not gonna-"

I cut her off with another kiss on her hip.

"You're beautiful, Casey; every inch of you" I reiterated, as I kissed the other hip, and she shook her head at me disapprovingly.

"Really? Let's hear it then; how am I beautiful?" she asked. "I've got pale, almost sickly-looking freckled skin; my boobs aren't that big, and I've got as much of a figure as a wax candle; and now, I'm even missing parts," she said, gesturing at her left hand.

"First lesson, padawan. Boobs are boobs, and I love kissing them not because they're perfect, but because they're yours."

"Men love any boobs they get to touch; got it," she replied sarcastically, and I waved away the complaint.

"Second lesson; a little sun wouldn't kill you, but it doesn't matter, because I would kiss every inch of your skin if you'd let me," I said, and she frowned.

"So, you like kissing me? That doesn't mean that I'm beautiful," she countered.

"Au contraire... you seem to be conflating the idea of beauty with that of flawlessness. Every imperfection is beautiful. This pale skin that you seem to detest, your slightly misshapen boobs... even the limb that you lack," I said, bringing her left hand to my lips, and planting a kiss, "or the scars that are yet to form," I finished, as I traced the spot over her shoulder where she'd been stabbed.

"All of these imperfections combine to form the entity that I know as 'Casey', and no matter what you believe, I think you're beautiful, and I'm glad that I got to know you a little, and even happier still that I got the chance to do naughty things with you," I confessed, and despite herself, Casey blushed a little, but a despairing look quickly crept across her face, and she pulled her left hand into her chest and cradled it with her right hand a little protectively, as she turned away.