Chapter 92: Waves (smut?)(fighting)

"While I would love to give you some space, this entire situation seems to stirrup a hornet's nest."

The moment couldn't be any worse. While nearly everyone in the caravan was wide awake and outfitted for battle, with the sun no longer illuminating the area, everyone could see only as far as was the reach of his own torch.

"I get it."

Freeing himself from Arla's desperate cuddles, Fen shook the drowsiness that remained in his head off before reaching towards the rest of his robes that he was using as additional padding for their blanket.

Raising the upper part of his mercenary outfit, Fen could see how the caravan owner caressed the handle of his weapon while watching the line of the forest nearby. Curious, the young man directed his eyes towards the potential source of dangers, but even with his hunter's senses toned through years of living in a forest, Fen was unable to spot anything extraordinary.

"Don't look for the movement. It's its lack that worries me."

Noticing the young arcanist attempts, his employer glanced at Fen before shaking his own bad premonition off. If his feeling was true, then there was no time for idly staring at the danger!

"Kasper, Otto, establish the frontier. Levy, Darren, go and move the cargo in the defensive formation. Lucius… I leave the rest to you. Fen… While you are not the only arcanist that we have, judging by what you have shown me, it would be best if you just stay put and intervene when the things go awry."

Instantly ordering his people around, the caravan master sent a strange look to the young man before moving to the front of the camp himself. Heeding their orders, everyone jumped to their respective duties. On the other hand, Fen had no other choice but to follow his own assignment, standing on the carriage and looking out for any breaches in the camp's defence.

"What's going on?"

Raising her head for the first time ever since the tense times begun, Arla looked around at the empty surroundings of their carriage. Given how there were yet no signs nor sounds of fighting, she was most likely confused about the sudden change in the atmosphere.

"Stay down in the carriage. We might soon be under attack."

Turning all his attention to the surroundings, Fen couldn't really spare any mind to humour the girl. While this might be something that she longed for and expected, in the case that anything dangerous were to happen, the young man would have to be able to fully commit himself to fight any opponents off. As such, instead of ignoring her, Fen was actually putting Arla's safety in front of her psychical comfort!

"But… Wait, you were ordered to stand down and wait for the chance, right?"

Suddenly, a sense of clarification appeared on the girl's face, as she moved forward a few paces and wrapped her hands around Fen's waist. Cuddling her head against his abdomen, Arla raised her face and looked at the young man with a mischief in her eyes.

"That might be the case, but…"

Right as Fen wanted to protest against the girl pushing her cheek against the tent that he pitched when he saw her reactions a few moments ago, a sharp sound penetrated the air. Even with a part of his focus driven away by the girl, Fen quickly managed to catch on it, quickly locating its source.

"FROM BEHIND!"

Rising his hand to the direction where the attack was coming from, Fen released his bloodline, quickly constructing a long gust of flames. Snapping it forward as if it was a whip, Fen's fires went above the heads of his fellow mercenaries, cracking as they hit the ground just in front of the hooves of mad-looking beasts.

"Thanks!"

Quickly, the rest of the group proved to be quite capable, using the fire that Fen started to corner the first wave and kill it off with the swings of their weapons or arcanists attacks. Even though the empire was mostly focused on developing the fire arcanists due to their dominant faith, this caravan somehow managed to hire a water arcanist, using the long ice spears to nail the attacking beasts to the ground!

"It doesn't seem like you are too busy now… Don't you think that going into battle while… unsatisfied could… hinder you?"

With a look of craziness peeking through Arla's pupils, she moved her hands towards Fen's crotch, unwrapping his manhood from the protection of the battle-suit.

"Just stay still… No one will notice…"

Feeling the soft fabric of Arla's lips wrapping itself against his still hard penis, Fen swayed in his position, nearly missing yet another hint that indicated incoming attack!

"WEST!"

Screaming the direction with all his might, Fen used his freshly developed fire-whip to mark the location of the approaching enemy, while his entire mind was slowly focusing itself on the sensation that Arla provided with her throat. When her tongue swirled around the young man's head as she sucked on it with all her might, Fen couldn't hold it any more, bending in half while pushing the girl's head against his hips with his own hands. 

Feeling the incoming release, Fen noticed the strange expression on the girl's face. While her worry about the young man abandoning her in the middle of the battle was somewhat taken care off, the ongoing conflict still made her look for the safety of someone else. Even if it involved something as desperate and untimely as sucking Fen off while he was supposed to stand guard!

With the tears in her eyes as she continued to rub the head of Fen's penis against the back of her throat, Arla clearly didn't enjoy the situation. It would suffice to say that she preferred to choke herself on Fen's thing thanks to how safe she felt with him rather than allowing him to properly fill his duty and leave her alone!

"Stop!"

Fen's guts screamed out when his senses missed a hint. Raising his hand in the very last moment, the young man used his fire-whip once again. With the speedy tip of Fen's arcana construct smashing against the chest of demon-like creature that was about to slash its weapon against another mercenary, the people defending that flank somehow managed to overcome the attack.

But this situation could continue any longer. With his body on the verge of climaxing, Fen reached down for the girl's hair. Getting a hold of her head, the young man smashed his hips forward, while keeping Arla's face motionless. In just two more moves, a wave went through Fen's spine, ending up with guts of sperm erupting right in Arla's throat.

"Hold it!"

In this moment, Fen had no other choice but to act violently. Just seeing how each wave of the attackers was more and more dangerous, he could tell that their defences would start to crumble any moment now. If he were to stop right here without climaxing, he would be too distracted to actually put up a decent fight, hence the sudden change of his approach!

"Hhhpmh"

Unable to say a word with Fen's cock filling her throat, Arla could only raise her teary eyes as bits of saliva mixed with the young man's cum started to overflow from her mouth. Desperately gulping the fresh doses of liquid that was pumped in her throat, Arla glued her eyes to Fen's face, as if even the painful way of satisfying the young man was nothing as long as he would acknowledge her efforts!

"AAAH!"

Arla's gasp for the air nearly turned into a scream when Fen finally pulled his hips away. With the treads of love-fluids still connecting her supple mouth to Fen's penis, the young man hesitated for a whole second, before the rationality took over his actions.

"Lay down and wait for me. I promise I won't let you be harmed."

After the moment of being brutal, Fen placed his palm on the girl's head, brushing his fingers through her soft hair. Sadly, the moment of patting her couldn't last long either. The sounds of the ongoing fight coming from all directions were as stimulating as they were sobering. Putting his satisfied member back into his pants, Fen fixed his attire before quickly sweeping the area around them. 

"That's strange…"

Right as the young man jumped off the carriage and assessed the situation around him, it seemed as if all the forces that attacked the camp started their organised retreat.

"Prepare, we are in for the boss wave."

It was strange to see how well-informed and prepared the caravan owner was when he came back to Fen's location. Even more, when seeing that the blood that he was covered with didn't appear to be only of foreign source.

"Boss wave?"

While the separate words were clear to the young man, once put together, all the sense that they made was gone. 

"It's the last of the opening trials of this route. As long as we pass it, we will only have the last one to worry about. Anyway, this is the true danger of this expedition, so stop playing around with your fuckgirl and focus on your damned task!"