Chapter 3: Pupil 03

Zara was happy that she was released early from the hospital. She didn’t suffer from homesickness that much, she just wanted to visit her mother’s grave.

The tombstone was a big old slab of marble, weathered by the years, “Zana Cromwell” engraved on the surface. Zara traced the engraved letters with her finger, her heart heavy with memories of her mother’s smile and the warmth of her embrace.

No cadaver or coffin was contained in this grave since Zana was never found. It was just erected for the first anniversary of Zana’s disappearance as a way to say goodbye to her and it was also an attempt to accept the fact that she is gone. Although, Zara never accepted it.

Visiting her mother’s grave was more of a tradition to remind her why she was doing all of this. She needed a reminder after her encounter with Aritimi and then that bug monster called Koshka.

Zara spent a little time standing in front of the grave quietly and then left. She never spends there more than a few minutes.

Following a little late morning breakfast, Zara went to the Hunter Society Alliance’s library in the headquarters to learn more about monsters.

Unfortunately, it’s merely impossible to remember everything about monsters, unless you have a brain the size of a house.

As Zara checked the database in the HSA’s computers, she saw that the Bug Queen species had been registered. She clicked on the file. There was a short description about when and where the first, and currently the only, member of the species was found, and who discovered it.

She expected that only Aritimi the top hunter and maybe Inez the veteran hunter would be mentioned, but to her surprise, both Zara and Akemi were credited as well. Also, it was pointed out that Zara Cromwell was the first hunter who managed to defeat one of this new kind of monster. Zara didn’t do her job for fame or honor, but she undeniably enjoyed that little fame she got from beating Koshka.

Zara almost jumped out of her chair when she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She got a message from Aritimi.

“Tomorrow morning! In front of the HQ!” Zara read the text. She didn’t want to participate in that deranged sexual torture that Aritimi calls training, but she had to admit that it indeed made her more powerful.

The cool morning air gave Zara goosebumps, but maybe she had them because she was thinking about the humiliation she would have to endure from Aritimi.

Zara stopped in front of a fountain in the park near the headquarters and looked at her reflection on the water’s surface. Zara was surprised by how energetic she looked compared to her past week self. Her skin tone was a much healthier slightly pale pink color. Her green eyes looked brighter. Even her short spikey hair looked like a stronger shade of brown.

Then she checked the time on her phone. It was the time Aritimi was talking about but she was still nowhere. She wanted to check her phone’s clock again when she felt the ground disappear beneath her legs as she was swallowed by one of Aritimi’s trapdoor-like portals.

Zara landed in the same room she was in last week, but this time she was already on the floor instead of the catwalk.

“Good morning, Zara the Bug Basher,” she heard Aritimi’s joyful remark which sounded a little bit tipsy. Aritimi was already naked, her brown goddess-like figure on full display.

“Hi, Aritimi, everything’s alright?” Zara asked as she noticed a bunch of beer bottles in the corner.

“Yeah, everything’s fine and dandy,” she responded, “Me and my sisters had a little talk yesterday, and looks like one of my older sisters will retire soon. This made me think. I have nothing to live for aside from this job,” she took a step closer to Zara.

“I see you’re drunk. Maybe we should postpone this training session for tomorrow,” Zara advised.

“This was my life since almost the beginning. I was a child prodigy. They allowed me to hunt monsters at age fifteen while others only could do this legally at eighteen. I was special. But this little incident with that bug cunt who managed to fool us,” Aritimi began rubbing her now bald pussy’s smooth skin which once was adorned with a crescent moon-shaped patch of black hair, “Damn it, it’s so itchy when it grows back. And the worst part is that the itchiness keeps reminding that fucking cunt!”

“Well, they told us at the initial training years ago that those monsters are the most dangerous that are smarter than mere beasts,” Zara tried to calm her down, “Also, Koshka had a pretty powerful ability with controlling bug monsters and using them as some kind of extensions of her senses. Anyone could have been her victim. Also also, getting rid of you was one of her top priorities because according to her, you are the strongest hunter.”

“Thank you but facts are facts. One day I’ll either fall victim to a monster or the HSA replace me with someone younger and stronger. That’s why I wanted to have pupils, like you.”

“Oh, it’s unlikely that I could replace you ever,” Zara said though she was amused by the compliment.

“No no, I will make the best monster hunter out of you Zara. You will be the legacy that will live on after my fall,” Aritimi said, her eyes bloodshot, “You will be the greatest of the greatest and I will be remembered as a legend who trained the ultimate monster hunter. I will be immortalized by the glory you will bring.”

“Oh, so it was just about you,” Zara replied disappointedly.

“We have no time to waste, Zara! Let’s get started! Take off your clothes while I open a portal into the first monster’s cell,” Aritimi ordered with a creepy smile.

The only doors in the room were up there at each end of the catwalk so Zara was at Aritimi’s mercy. With a deep sigh, she accepted that she would be the drunk huntress’ plaything for this day regardless of what she would say, so she began undressing.

She carefully folded her jacket and placed it on the ground, then she placed the rest of her clothes on it except her boots which were placed in front of the pile. As she placed the last article of clothing on the ground, she noticed that her labia were already moisty a little bit.

Zara’s nude body looked better than last time. Her skin tone was healthier, even her nipples seemed to be a brighter shade of pink.

Aritimi clapped her hands together, a grin on her face, “Ah, the beauty of youth. Now, let’s get to work,” she said, her eyes scanning Zara’s body with a mix of hunger and admiration. Zara was fit though she looked like an amateur compared to Arimit who looked like a professional athlete who also works as a supermodel in her free time.

“Oh my God!” Zara gasped as she saw the first monster Aritimi brought there, “That’s Gargoyle King Grimthorn!” Zara exclaimed as she recognized the creature.

Standing at a fearful five meters, Grimthorn was technically a living building. His massive frame seemed to be constructed from dark, weathered stone. His lower body was shaped like that of a massive, armored warrior, with legs thick and sturdy like castle walls. Grimthorn’s mighty legs were composed of large, uneven stones, with vines and moss creeping between the cracks. His feet were broad and heavy, and his gait was slow and deliberate, like the movement of a mountain.

From his waist up, his body transitioned into a tower-like structure, with the tower serving as his head. His chest and shoulders were formed from massive slabs of stone that resemble the base of an ancient tower, complete with small cracks and weathered carvings. His arms were thick, like battlements, with jagged edges and spiked protrusions.

The tower which functioned as the head was covered in gothic architecture, with pointed spires, narrow windows, and eerie statues built into its surface. Atop the tower, instead of a single face, Grimthorn possessed several smaller gargoyles perched on ledges, spires, and outcroppings. Zara read in old field reports that those gargoyles, while appearing as mere statues at first glance, were the extensions of Grimthorn’s consciousness. Each gargoyle functioned as an extra head to the towering Gargoyle King.

Also, though they functioned more as an ornament, Grimthorn had a pair of massive, stone wings resembling a cathedral’s buttresses. They were wide and imposing, with sharp edges that looked like they could cleave through steel. Despite they weren’t strong enough to lift his heavy frame into the air, they somehow allowed him to glide short distances. Zara saw an old video recording of him gliding before he was captured. It looked like a slow-motion video of an old castle’s top falling to the ground.

“Incredible isn’t he?” Aritimi patted the Gargoyle King’s leg.

“He is not too dangerous? I heard he destroyed half of Crowsend before he was captured,” Zara questioned with a hint of fear in her voice, taking a step back from the imposing creature.

“Nah, he is just a calm old man now. Although, he still has the libido of a teenager,” Aritimi stepped closer to him and began to rub the crotch area of the monster which was covered with stone.

With a slow and heavy sound, Grimthorn’s stone-clad crotch opened like an ancient secret door and sprung out a small tower, the mini replica of the Gargoyle King’s head, although this one only had one mini gargoyle on it.

“This thing is his cock?” Zara glanced at the appendage which was nearly as big as her arm.

“Yes, and that extra gargoyle on it is his glands,” Aritimi’s fingers traced the stony phallus, “Now give him a taste of what the new generation can do,” she winked at Zara. Reluctantly but Zara stepped closer. She didn’t have to kneel because of Grimthorn’s height.

Zara reached out tentatively, her hand hovering over the stony phallus. It was cold and unyielding, the complete opposite of human flesh. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes and wrapped her hand around it, feeling the roughness of the stone. The miniature gargoyle on the tip of the monstrous cock hissed softly, and she opened her eyes to see the rest of the gargoyles on the creature’s tower head watching her with unblinking gazes.

At the same time, her pussy got more wet as she began to stroke the stone shaft. It grew warm under her touch, and Zara felt a strange pulse of energy emanating from it. The gargoyles on the tower head leaned forward, seemingly eager to see more. Aritimi stood beside the two, sipping from a beer bottle, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Zara leaned closer with her mouth open and took the tip of the stony phallus into her mouth. She felt the warmth of it increasing as she started to suck on it. The miniature gargoyle which was in Zara’s mouth, squirmed in pleasure. She could feel it licking her tongue from the inside. Aritimi took another swig of her beer, watching intently, “Good girl,” she murmured.

As Zara’s hand stroked faster, the stone began to shift and change, becoming more malleable, almost flesh-like. She could feel it growing in her hand, the pulsing growing stronger. The Gargoyle King’s tower-like body quivered slightly and then surprisingly early, Zara felt the monster’s warm semen filling up her mouth. It was thick, sticky, and tasted faintly of moss and earth.

Instinctively, Zara swallowed it all. It was a bit bitter but she had tasted worse. The warm liquid filled her mouth and trickled down her throat. Grimthorn pulled his cock out of Zara’s mouth, though it still looked erect.

“Hu hu hu! I forgot to tell you that he can cum multiple times within a short period. I guess your pussy will be the next on the menu,” Aritimi said with a wicked grin as she emptied her beer bottle with one big gulp and reached for the next one.

Then with newfound swiftness, Grimthorn grabbed Zara with one hand and lifted her. Zara opened her legs wide as the monster positioned her to his cock. She didn’t really want it but she knew she could easily injure herself on the sturdy stone body of Grimthorn if she resisted.

Zara couldn’t believe but as she saw the monster’s still erect cock approaching her pussy, she got hornier, as if she actually wanted this grotesque union to happen. At first, Grimthorn just rubbed his stone-hard member against Zara’s wetness, spreading her juices over his length, making it slick. Then out of nowhere, pain surged through Zara as the small gargoyle glands of Grimthorn sank its stoney little fangs into Zara’s clit. Quickly, the pain transformed into pleasure and Zara squirted her juices across the towering monster tower’s groin area. The dry stone skin absorbed the juices like a thirsty sponge.

The monster didn’t wait longer and pushed his cock into her. Zara felt herself being stretched and filled beyond what would be possible for a normal human. Zara’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she let out a muffled scream. The pain was intense, just like her arousal.

Grimthorn began thrusting into Zara with a rhythm that was both terrifying and mesmerizing in its steadiness as if the Gargoyle King wasn’t a century-old piece of stone but a young lover made of flesh and filled with lust. Each thrust sent tremors through Zara’s body, and she could feel the roughness of the stone grinding against her sensitive inner walls. Despite the initial pain, she couldn’t deny the growing pleasure that began to overwhelm her. She bit her bottom lip to stifle her moans, but she climaxed regardless.

The Gargoyle King kept pounding Zara’s womb. Her orgasms came on quick continuation, one after another. Forty minutes later, Zara felt her womb being loaded with the stone monster’s seed. Seconds later, Grimthorn began thrusting as if nothing happened. At least his freshly dumped cum was useful as a lubricant.

“Good, very good,” Aritimi nodded approvingly, setting her beer bottle aside as she approached the duo.

Zara felt Grimthorn’s cock pulsing again as if he was about to cum again. The living tower monster pulled his cock out before he could ejaculate and put Zara back on the ground, his stiff cock was pointing at her.

“Can ... can you send him ... back?” Zara panted as she struggled to stay on her legs.

“No no no no no,” Aritimi opposed, “We’re not finished with him because he is still not finished,” she replied as she began stroking Grimthorn’s member.

“Fine,” Zara sighed and grabbed the throbbing stone phallus with her hand to help Aritimi.

“Ready! Aim! Fire!” Aritimi yelled as she aimed the monster’s cock at Zara’s breasts. The small gargoyle on the tip of the phallus winked at her with a cheeky smirk and then a thick stream of semen shot out from its mouth. The thick, sticky fluid coated Zara’s breasts.

A rectangular portal appeared above Grimthorn’s head as the last drops of his semen left his body. The portal then sank lower and slowly swallowed the stoney giant.

“Can we take a break?” Zara asked but she had an idea about the huntress’ answer.

“Break is for losers not for legends,” the drunk huntress replied.

“At least can you bring here a monster to clean me like the last time?”

“Nope! Clean your tits with your hands and then lick it off.” Aritimi ordered, “I don’t want to see any drop of cum wasted.”

Zara brought her hands up to her breasts, smearing the warm, sticky semen around before finally bringing them to her mouth. She licked them clean, tasting the bitter but somehow satisfying flavor of Grimthorn’s seed. Aritimi nodded in approval, “Good girl,” she said, “Hmm, I can’t see any of the cum dripping out of your pussy. Looks like your body absorbed it for nutrients.”

Indeed, no traces of the monster’s semen were left inside Zara’s womb.

“Here cums our next guest,” Aritimi winked as she opened the next portal in the air. The creature that fell out of it looked like a nightmarish hybrid of a man and a wolf. Despite the fall, the creature was asleep as if nothing happened.

“A Werewolf?” Zara looked at the huntress but she wasn’t there. Aritimi was looking at her down from the catwalk.

“That’s a Wolfgang, not a Werewolf. They are a relatively rare breed and they have no human form,” Aritimi explained, “Also they are pretty violent when they want to fuck someone, that’s why I teleported back here before Mozart would wake up.”

Suddenly, Mozart’s eyes opened as he heard his name being called. He looked around with a snarl, his gaze settling on Zara. He had a black fur-covered body with a thick, muscular chest, and a long, canine snout. His teeth were sharp and gleaming in the dim light of the training room, and his claws clicked against the floor as he stood up.

Aritimi leaned over the catwalk’s railing, “You better submit to him, Zara!” she shouted down, “He won’t kill you if you resist, I doubt your Flesh Fiend powers would let this happen, but he’s going to be rough.”

Zara ignoring what Aritimi told her began to run toward the beast to fight him. But she felt something strange happening in her pussy. It began to throb and pulse as if it had a mind of its own. It was begging for the creature’s attention.

Mozart probably noticed this weird double intent in her because he gave Zara a strange look and then licked his lips with his long tongue. Zara now noticed his erect cock. It was thick, veiny, and covered with fur like the rest of his body. The tip of it was red and leaking precum, and she could smell the musky scent of his arousal from across the room.

Zara felt that the fighting spirit burning inside her had been extinguished and its power had been redirected into her primitive and uncontrolled yearning for pleasure. She turned around to run away, her bare breasts bouncing heavily with each step. Although she knew that there was no way out from there she couldn’t just stand there.

Mozart’s eyes lit up with excitement as he saw Zara running. He broke into a sprint, his clawed feet pounding the floor like a jackhammer. He was fast, much faster than Zara could ever be, even with her augmentations.

Zara winced as she felt the hot breath of Mozart on her neck, she then stumbled and fell, and before Zara could even think of getting back up, Mozart was on top of her. He was weighty, his furry body pressing her into the cold floor. She could feel his claws digging into her shoulders, not enough to break the skin but definitely enough to leave bruises.

Mozart’s snout nuzzled against her neck, his tongue was warm and wet. Zara tried to fight, to push him away, but she was no match for his wild strength. Mozart’s massive cock, slimy with precum, slammed into Zara’s pussy from behind without warning.

Zara screamed, the pain sharp and intense, feeling herself being torn apart by his fur-covered girth. But amidst the agony, she felt a dark, twisted pleasure that she couldn’t ignore. Her body betrayed her, her inner walls clenching around him as if welcoming the intrusion.

Mozart’s teeth sank into the flesh of Zara’s shoulder, holding her in place as he began to thrust into her with feral force. She could feel the power in each movement, his hips slamming into her with the strength of a bull. His fur rubbed against her skin, igniting the sparks of pain and pleasure through her body.

The sound of the Wolfgang’s hips slapping against Zara’s bare ass echoed through the place. She could feel the pleasure building within her on high pressure, a climax she hadn’t wanted but couldn’t fight. Mozart’s eyes shone with lust as he claimed her. Zara’s mind swirled into chaos as she tried to process what was happening to her. But her body responded to the inhuman claiming, her pussy clenching around the beast’s cock strongly, begging for more. The pain morphed into something primal, an urge, a need that seemed to consume her very soul.

Mozart’s furry hands reached around and found Zara’s breasts, his claws scratching at her tender flesh as he squeezed and pulled, his hips pistoning into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of lust and fear. Above them, Aritimi watched with fascination, her own hand wandering down to her sex, stroking herself as she observed the scene below.

“Fuck, oh fuck!” Zara moaned as Mozart’s monstrous cock ravaged her. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate him, her muscles straining around his thick shaft. Despite the remorseless assault, her body seemed to crave it, her pussy clenching and releasing around him in a frenzied dance. She tried to push the monster away, but his weight was too much, his strength overwhelming.

The fur-covered beast snarled with each thrust, his teeth still buried in her shoulder. Her breathing grew ragged as she felt the climax building within her, against her will.

“Yes, Zara, submit to him,” Aritimi’s voice was like a siren’s call from above, egging the monster on as she watched, “Let him claim you, let him fill you with his seed.”