Vernal forces herself on Anon

Here's a Vernal Smut

(1/5)
>You are Anon, recently initiated member of the Branwen tribe. During your first pillaging and raiding, you've noticed one particular member of the tribe - a feisty short-haired girl.
>You couldn't help but notice how respected she was - almost every member of the tribe (even the loud ones - especially the loud ones), listened to her every whim and order without a single ounce of disobeyance.
>What's interesting is that you never once saw her fight. She must be quite powerful, you thought.
>She's also pretty damn attractive.
>You couldn't help but notice her figure, her wide hips and slender waist, strong arms and toned legs - it's like her body was made to be admired.
>Sometimes, your stare was caught by her eyes when you were ogling her, but instead of disgust, you felt as if she gave you a wry smile each time.
>And one day, it went further than that.

(2/5)
>It wasn‘t the coldest of nights, but it came close – even though spring was around the corner. You were leaning against a tree, keeping a watch close to one of the fires around the camp.
>You had trouble staying awake, both eyes already half-shut. God, this job is such a bore-
>“Sleeping on the job, are you?“
>You snap awake, reaching for a weapon that isn‘t there. Her finger danced on the tip of the spear that was leaned next to you a moment ago.
>It was Vernal. She had that wry smile on her face again.
>“Cheer up, you‘re not in trouble – yet“ she said in a playful manner, “I mean – I could tell Raven about how you nearly felt asleep on the night’s watch.”
>You fidget – that information would probably earn you at least a week in the cage, if not worse.
>”It won’t happen again” you promise.
>”That it won’t. But I’ll have to make sure that it won’t.” she says, thrusting the spear into the ground next to your feet. You almost freeze in place as she walks towards you.
>A loud thud can be heard as she presses her palm on the bark next to your head. She looks you deep in the eyes. Looking at her from up close – she really is a beauty. You felt like she might be one of those odd dyke types that are actually unattractive up close, but it wasn’t her case.
>Her sky colored eyes were piercing you the same way the spear pierced the dirt next to you.
>And then – you felt something hard slowly pressing into your crotch as another smile crossed her face

(3/5)
>Vernal’s leg was slightly lifted, her knee pressing into the bulge in your pants. You suddenly feel red hot.
>”Oh? What is this?” she says “Some would stay dead in their tracks and not move an inch in this situation, but you’re actually – hard.” You can feel the color flushing into your cheeks.
>She starts slowly kneading your ever-growing erection with her knee. You always felt like there’s no way something like this could bring you pleasure, but you cannot deny that your body feels otherwise.
>”Well look at you. Turned on from being pinned against a tree by a girl smaller than he is. What a sight.” you hear her chuckle. “But I don’t dislike that about you, Anon.”
>She gets even closer to you, her whole right thigh now pressed against your penis. It’s warm – both her leg and the kiss that you suddenly receive.
>You two melt into a cascade of lips and tongues. She doesn’t start gently – Vernal’s mouth assaults you with full force.
>Is this really happening? Are you making out with a girl that other, much stronger men in the camp avoid?
>Her leg stops, and instead, her hands crawl their way over your body and into your pants. You can feel her fingers dancing all around it.

(4/5)
>You feel like you’ve never taken your pants down faster. Her hands in gloves grip around your shaft and start repeating a rhythm.
>Oh god, her it feels so good.
>Her kisses don’t stop, and you can feel yourself leaking precum already. Suddenly, she parts away from you.
>”Did you think I wouldn’t notice your stares, Anon?” she smiles wryly as her hands keep pumping out a rhytm. “Your eyes groping my body – you’re not the only one, trust me. But you’re lucky – because I’ve had you in my sight myself.”
>You feel like melting under her skillful fingers – the leather of her gloves feels a bit dry, yet very warm and pleasant to your foreskin.
>Before you know it, she stops – before gettting lower, crouching on the ground, your erect member hanging in front of her face. The anticipation is killing you – she grabs you at the base.
>Her eyes pierce yours once again.
>Then she embraces you into her mouth.
>You instantly feel a rush of adrenaline. She engulfs you whole, not stopping for a bit, and bobs her head back and forth. The inside of her mouth feels hotter than anything you’ve experienced before.
>Her saliva mixes with your precum and creates a wet sensation all around your penis.
>You lean back into the tree, unable to contain wave after wave of this pleasure.
>You feel like you’re very close to reaching climax.


(5/5)
>”V-Vernal, wait a minute…” you gasp for air, but she doesn’t stop, merely eying you once more.
>It’s as if you felt the chuckle on your dick.
>Your hands reach for her head – if this is how it’s going to be, you might as well enjoy it to the fullest.
>Your fingers grasp through her short hair.
>You ram her head further onto your shaft.
>Then, you start thrusting your hips into her face.
>You thought you heard a sound of a gag, but only at first – your dick keeps entering in and out of her mouth, reaching into her throat.
>You moan and moan in pleasure, her tongue propped against your shaft. You can almost feel her vocal cords as you fuck her throat.
>Looking at her, you can tell that she’s enjoying it as much as you are. Maybe even more.
>You can sense a feeling building within your entire body. You ache for a release. And you’re about to blow.
>”Vernal, I’m-” the words stop dead in your own throat as you ram her head onto your cock for the last time. Your own head almost cracks back as the cum you’ve been building up for this woman pours down her throat.
>Finally, you let go of her and she slides off you with an audible gasp, bits of you still hanging around her lips. She brushes it off with her glove. And stands up, leaning for one more kiss.
>”You’re a real handful, you know that Anon?”
>You smile yourself, gasping for air. You feel like this will prevent you from ever closing eyes again on any watch.
>Then you feel a grip around your penis once more.
>”I didn’t say I was done, Anon. The night is still young.” she smiles wryly

I’ll continue this if I ever feel like it, for now, let this be Part 1