Chapter 12: Pupil 12

This time I chose to make things different so here’s a chapter from Aritimi’s point of view.

Aritimi began her morning training by mercilessly assaulting the punching bag at her home gym. She was of course naked. Her muscles, tight from years of disciplined exercise, rippled with each hit. The bag swung back and forth, groaning under the power of her bare fists. Sweat beaded on her brows, her generous breasts rising and falling rhythmically. Then with a sharp inhale, she threw a powerful roundhouse kick, the sound of impact echoing through the room.

The remorseless attacks had their effect on the punching bag and on Aritimi’s hands as well. Her fists were bruised to the point that the skin had split in a few places, beads of crimson joining the sheen of perspiration that bathed her. Despite the pain, she felt exhilarated, alive. She had been a member of the HSA for over three decades, and her body had been honed into a weapon. A weapon she was about to put to the ultimate test that could come any day.

Her body was no longer in its prime but the experience she gained during her time in the HSA made her dangerous.

“I guess it’s time to visit Julia again,” Aritimi sighed as she examined her injured fists.

She began thinking about Julia’s office and imagined where her portal should open there. In front of the desk. Then she imagined a bright yellow pathway that connected her gym and the office. Almost immediately, a bright yellow portal popped into existence and Aritimi entered.

Julia was sitting at her desk, reading notes on her clipboard.

“Good morning, Timi,” she said without looking up, “Let me guess, another injury from training?”

“Just some bloody bruises, nothing special,” the naked huntress shrugged.

“What’s wrong, Timi? In the last few years, you visited me only on a monthly and then a weekly basis to treat the injuries that you got from training too hard. Since the beginning of this year’s summer, you have to visit me daily for the same reason. Why?” Julia asked with worry in her tone. She put down the clipboard and looked up to meet Aritimi’s gaze.

“I just want to stay the very best. Nothing special,” she replied.

“Timi, I know you don’t give a shit about ranks or things like that.”

“Look, Julia, I just want to be ready for the worst when it comes. Who knows when we will have to face a new powerful monster species or a large-scale invasion? I just hope it will only happen in my lifetime so I can fight against it with all I have,” Aritimi answered.

“You are a little bit paranoid, Timi.”

Oh, if you would know the things I know, Aritimi thought. The HSA keeps a lot of things secret from the public to avoid panic and chaos.

“Can you just use your Apothecary Angel essence on my wounds? I have things to do today.”

“Fine,” she stood up from her chair. Julia Marquette was a beautiful woman with short, neatly styled dark blonde hair streaked with silver, framing her kind, heart-shaped face. Her bright blue eyes were filled with seriousness but also with empathy. The white nurse uniform clung to her like an additional layer of skin, accentuating her hourglass figure.

Julia stepped closer to Aritimi and a blue glowing liquid substance appeared in the palm of her hand.

“Please try to be more careful,” she said as she applied the essence to Aritimi’s bruised fists.

“But I am more careful these days. I stopped before I could break a bone,” Aritmi grinned back at her.

“Anyway,” she sighed, “Your special pupil with the Flesh Fiend powers will come today. Right?”

“Yes, she is Zara. The other one I got for her today is Esmeralda.”

“The second one sounds familiar.”

“She is that girl who was adopted by Serena,” Aritimi explained.

“Ah, I remember now. She was here for a lot of times when she was a kid, right?”

“Yep, that’s her. She is the one with the Killer Kraken powers.”

“Why don’t you bring Zara here with the others? Your other pupils were brought here in bigger groups.”

“I want her to get along with her new comrades. I read about her and she has issues with getting friends, and it is hard to stay on top alone. She can get friends more easily if I introduce them to her one by one.”

“Ah! So your perversion of making them strip and doing the course naked with her is a way of bonding them through shared humiliation?” Julia smirked, shaking her head slightly.

“Excuse me? That’s not perversion. I want them to learn to hunt the best way possible. Without the binding shackles of conformity. No gears or weapons, just what they got naturally.”

“Whatever,” Julia rolled her eyes, “I’ll wait for you and them here in my office.”

“What do you plan for them? I just ask because I won’t have time to stay. I’m investigating and I’m close to finding something.”

“I plan to treat some hunters who were recently injured by monsters. Nothing big but at least they can learn the basics of first aid in case of a monster attack. Plus maybe some anatomy lessons about monsters and humans.”

“That sounds good. I’m pretty sure Esmeralda will like it.”

“She’s gonna be late,” Aritimi thought as she glanced at Zara who was leaving her apartment. She wondered if Zara knew about somebody watching her. She must be aware of the HSA keeping an eye on her since she has the power of a hazardous monster species, even though it’s mostly dormant right now.

Then she went to the park with her portals. She noticed Esmeralda sitting on a bench.

“Good morning, pupil,” Aritimi said as she stepped out of the portal behind the bench. She was wearing her jumpsuit, which she only wears if she has to publicly appear.

“Go ... good morning,” Esmeralda stammered awkwardly.

She was a stunningly cute girl with long, raven black curly hair that cascaded down her back like a black waterfall. Her skin was a warm olive tone with piercing amber eyes. Her whole appearance could remind anyone of an exotic princess rather than a monster hunter.

“We can start soon, but there’s another girl we have to wait for,” Aritimi explained.

“No problems. I can wait,” Esmeralda said timidly as Aritimi sat down beside her.

“It’s so weird to see you again as a woman. It feels like your tenth birthday took place just a week and not a decade ago,” Aritimi said, breaking the silence with a chuckle.

“As Mum says. Time flutters by like a confused moth around a flame,” Esmeralda nodded.

“By the way. What’s up with her and Margaret?”

“Nothing. At this point, Margaret doesn’t feel like a family member to us. I don’t know, she just behaves as if everyone with no fancy titles in their names is below her.”

“Yep. She was always some kind of douchebag. I remember I heard that she only wanted to give birth to Serena so she could put her brain into a younger, healthier body. I’m still not sure if it was just a gossip.”

“Can we speak about something else?” Esmeralda offered.

“Okay. What about Serena? Everything’s all right with her? She tends to keep things a secret even in front of us.”

“She is relatively fine. My sisters are still in their rebellious phase but nothing catastrophic.”

“Everything’s okay with them? Do they still look at you differently for being adopted? I heard Serena had issues with that a few years ago.”

“Nothing serious, just the usual sibling stuff,” Esmeralda said with a sigh, “Mum’s biggest problem currently is that her breasts keep getting more and more saggier each time she uses her augmentations.”

“She always had this problem,” Aritimi said with a knowing smile, “Whenever she was alone with me she tried to find out how my tits stay so firm despite my age and their size.”

“I often hear her asking things like this from others as well,” Esmeralda chuckled.

“By the way, augmentations. Your Killer Kraken powers function properly?”

“Yes, I can use them pretty accurately now,” Esmeralda grinned, and then a small dark purple tentacle grew out from the palm of her hand and the tip turned into a knife, then a hammer, and then pliers.

“This power can be very useful, regardless of where you want to go after your exam,” Aritimi examined the appendage.

“I know, but I’m not interested in fighting. I want to help people. The medical unit will be good for me.”

“Serena had no issues with you not choosing her unit?”

“No, not at all.”

“Good. I remember Margaret threatened to disown her if she didn’t choose her research team. Still not sure if she was super serious about it or just drunk,” Aritimi said with a smirk.

Then she noticed Zara arriving at the park.

“Ah, finally. Miss Cromwell arrived,” Aritimi teased.

“It’s not my fault traffic’s a bitch today,” Zara retorted. She looked surprised because Aritimi was always late to arrive for the course but this time Zara came late.

“I don’t have time for your excuses, pupil,” Aritimi replied with a smug grin and then conjured a portal.

On the other side, they landed in Julia’s office. Aritimi introduced Julia to them and then Julia explained what her unit does and what they will do today.

“As you remember, I have to go because of the thing I mentioned earlier,” Aritimi looked at Julia.

“Is it urgent? There’s something I want to show you,” Julia said.

“I can wait,” she replied.

“Okay. Zara, Esmeralda, please go to the bathroom and undress as we talk with Timi,” Julia instructed.

“Undress? It wouldn’t be unhygienic to walk around naked in a medical facility?” Zara asked.

“Your street clothes are also unhygienic. I’ll give you a hospital gown later,” she answered. The girls nodded and they headed to Julia’s bathroom.

“So, what is it?” Aritimi asked.

“Take this,” she gave Aritimi a small bottle, “It’s my essence. You can use it at home. It can be enough for a week if you are careful.”

“I thought your essence evaporates after a few hours once it leaves your body.”

“Yes, but that’s not pure essence. I added some other chemicals to stabilize it with the cost of being weaker. It’s not enough strong to heal broken bones, but pretty much any tissue damage can be healed with it if you can coat the entire injury with it. But only use it on injuries. You better not try using it as a lubricant.”

“Thanks,” Aritimi took the bottle with a nod of appreciation, “I don’t know why you think I’d do such a thing.”

“Because I know you.”

“Can we leave the bathroom now?” they heard Zara’s voice from the bathroom a few minutes later.

“Yes,” Julia said.

Zara was the first with Esmeralda walking behind her shyly. Aritimi noticed something. Zara’s breasts appeared to be bigger than normal, and her ass was more pronounced.

“You look great, Zara,” Aritimi examined her, “Esmeralda, let me see you as well.”

Esmeralda stepped forward, blushing slightly. Her movements were shy yet graceful, revealing her body’s soft curves to the office’s cool air. Her breasts, while not as voluminous as Zara’s, were firm and pert, with dark areolas that matched the color of her nipples. Her waist cinched in before flaring out into full hips that swayed as she moved. Her toned legs led down to delicate ankles and feet. She had the grace of a gazelle and the strength of a jungle cat, all wrapped in the innocent package of a young girl.

Her pubic hair was just a hint of shadowy mystery between her legs. It grew in a neat, tidy triangle, the dark strands curling softly above her sex.

“See, Zara? You should also trim your hair a little bit,” Aritimi teased.

“I can handle these two. You can go now,” Julia said as she handed two clean hospital gowns to the huntresses.

“See you later, pupils. I’d stay, but I have some things to do,” Aritimi waved goodbye to the blushing duo. Then she stepped into a portal and disappeared from the room.

Opi has had a bad week so far. The clients are breathing down her neck, asking for more, but it’s not easy to get monster body parts these days. The HSA’s clean-up team is fast, so the only chance to get some good-quality monster flesh is by luckily being near a fight.

This weirdo called Ethan brings her some good stuff occasionally, but his boss also orders many things in return.

She didn’t worry about her angry clients killing her since they would lose one of their not-so-many dealers who don’t ask for half their fortune for each purchase. The issue is that they won’t pay her as long as she can’t deliver them anything.

For those who just want to eat monster body parts as some kind of exotic meals are the easiest to satisfy since they don’t need super good quality. But those who want them for experiments with augmentations are in a different category. Their meat must be fresh with barely any damage.

Opi was at her hideout, an old abandoned building’s basement. Places like this are better than one would think. Civilians wouldn’t approach because of the possibility of encountering a random monster or a hobo there. The authorities also just ignore these places unless someone calls for help.

She never had to run away from any of her hideouts. She just did it out of safety. It’s better to move occasionally to a new place.

Opi planned to pack things up and move to the other end of Crowsend. There are good hiding spots there as well and there are more fights there with monsters.

Most dealers would be afraid of moving this close to the fire but Opi wasn’t afraid of the monsters she could encounter there. Unlike most of the others who were in the business, she wasn’t completely human. No, she wasn’t a superhuman, but she had way better reflexes and durability than a human could ever dream of. At least that’s what she believed until this day.

She was sitting in front of her laptop, carefully deleting every trace of her deals from the digital world, when she heard the unmistakable sound of someone descending the stairs. Opi tensed, her hand moving instinctively to the knife at her side.

The door slammed open from the other side. Opi didn’t believe her eyes at first.

The naked woman standing at the top of the stairs was otherworldly beautiful. Her brown skin could rival an Oak Nymph’s. Her large round breasts defied gravity like an Elf’s. Her cheekbones were that of a royal Vampire from Europe. With her jet-black braids and elegance, she reminded Opi of a Dark Elf princess from a pure-blood family. She immediately knew who she was seeing. It was Aritimi.

“It took me some time, but I finally found you. Unfortunately, you mustn’t be the person I’m initially looking for,” Aritimi said as she descended the stairs, her voice as smooth as silk, yet firm with authority.

“There are some questions I’d like to ask. Do you want me to beat you before it or surrender now?”

As an answer, Opi charged at the huntress. She was about to stab the huntress but then she disappeared in a bright flash of light and reappeared a few meters behind Opi.

“You lost something,” Aritimi grinned. She was holding a blade with no handle in her hand. Opi glanced at her knife and the blade was missing, the metal was severed with a clean cut.

She charged again but this time with her fists. Aritimi teleported away as she expected. Then Opi jumped back to land a swift kick at the possible spot where the huntress would appear behind her.

Opi was right. Aritimi was almost exactly at the spot she predicted. She was about to land a strong kick on Aritimi’s head but then she noticed two portals opening. One at Aritimi’s head, where her foot was about to hit, and the other right in front of her face. She will make me kick myself, she thought before everything went dark.

“Hey, wake up!” Opi heard Aritimi’s voice. She was chained, spreadegled. Each one of her limbs was chained to big boulders, the size of a beach ball. And she was half-naked. Only her bra and her panties were on her.

“Fuck ... you,” Opi panted.

“Come on, Ophixipha. These words are not worthy of a Moon Elf. Even if you are half-human,” Aritimi teased.

“Just Opi. Only the Elves like using those long fancy names,” she gruffed.

“Anyway. I guess you know why am I here. I want to know who you are working for.”

“I won’t tell you shit,” she replied.

“Oh, I can change that attitude. Let’s see what we have here,” she examined the bound half-elf. Opi was a tall woman with a fit muscular physique. Not too muscular but definitely not the lean type that someone would associate with Elves. Her breasts were big and round, covered by a big white lace bra, like two snowy mountains. Her pixie-cut hair was white as snow, exposing her pointy ears that she usually hid with beanies. They were pointy but human-sized.

Then Aritimi grabbed Opi’s bra and ripped it off. Opi gasped as her breasts bounced free, her nipples tightening. She struggled against the chains, her body reacting to the sudden exposure and the cold air. They were big and round with big pink areolae and thick pink nipples, each one adorned with a ring.

“Ah! Big and natural. Hmm, a little bit saggy but for a half-human, they are pretty good,” Aritimi smiled as she grabbed one of Opi’s breasts, “But let’s get to the important part.”

With her other hand, Aritimi grabbed the waistband of Opi’s panties and ripped them off.

Opi was a futanari. She had a big cock with two heavy balls.

“Nice package,” Aritimi examined the phallus. It was big but not inhumanly big, it can be approx twenty centimeters when erect with a nice girth. It was circumcised and had a Prince Albert piercing.

Then the huntress put the balls in her hand, she could feel their weight and warmth. Below them, she noticed what she was looking for. A beautiful tight pussy with delicious-looking pink lips.

Without warning, she began to stroke the cock. The skin was velvety, and Opi couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. It had been a while since anyone had touched her like this, and the feeling was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her body reacted almost immediately, the cock began to harden and grow under Aritimi’s expert hand.

Aritimi’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she worked her hand up and down the length of Opi’s shaft.

“Now, tell me, who’s been buying these rare goods?” she purred, her grip tightening slightly as she felt Opi’s body tense.

Opi’s eyes rolled back in her head, her teeth gritting against the sensation.

“I’m not saying anything,” she managed to croak out.

Aritimi, without a word, flicked the erect member away which smacked against Opi’s belly with a wet sound. Then, she knelt down and leaned in close to the half-elf’s face, her warm breath tickling her nose.

“Let’s try this another way,” she whispered, her tone more serious than before, “You see, I can make this as pleasant or as unpleasant as I want.”

“Fuck you! You can’t do this to me! I’m half-human, I have human rights!” Opi shouted.

“Indeed you half-humans can have human rights, but these can be reevaluated when you’re involved in monster trafficking and other black market stuff,” Aritimi said, her smile fading into a stern expression.

“You can’t prove anything. I always burn or delete everything risky.”

“Oh, that’s true. Everything is clean on your side. But what do you think how did I find you? The HSA raided every restaurant in Crowsend and we found a lot of illegal ingredients that they kept for their special guests,” Aritimi’s expression turned back into a grin, “We barely had to do anything to make them talk. They sang like canaries. They pointed fingers and gave us names. And your name came up more than once.”

Opi stayed silent.

“In your case, quantity overshadows the quality. Even just one-quarter of these things would be enough to send someone to prison for the rest of their lives. Even if they live as long as a half-elf.”

“I know nothing important. I’m just a small fish in a big lake,” Opi retorted.

“I can make you talk,” Aritimi replied and lowered herself onto Opi’s cock which was still lying on her belly. The lips of her sex found Opi’s cock, and she began to grind herself onto it, sliding the shaft against her wetness. Opi’s eyes went wide, a mix of shock and arousal. Then Aritimi stood up.

“Huh! Your big plan is giving me blue balls?” Opi chuckled.

“No, I don’t need to give you balls, but you will definitely need this,” Aritimi stuck out her hand. She was holding Opi’s severed cock in it.

Opi’s eyes bulged in shock.

“What the fuck did you do?!” she screamed, trying to look down at her mutilated crotch despite the chains.

“Relax,” Aritimi said calmly, holding Opi’s cock at eye level, “It’s a simple portal trick. I didn’t cut it off, I just ... separated it from you with a portal. You are still in one piece technically.”

Opi could see that the stump of her cock ended in a small pink portal, connecting it to the rest of her body. It was still a horroristic sight to behold.

“What do you want from me?” Opi yelled.

Aritimi’s grin widened as she stepped closer to Opi, her hand still holding the cock.

“The same thing everyone wants. Information,” she whispered, “But since you’re not cooperating, I’ll just have to take it another way.”

Opi’s eyes watered with fear, the sight of her own organ in the huntress’s hand was too much to bear, “I swear, I don’t know anything!” she sobbed.

Aritimi tsked and raised the cock to her lips, giving it a playful lick.

“No need to be so dramatic. You’re not going anywhere without my permission anyway,” she said, her tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip.