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Hunter's Rise

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Pupil 46: Zara’s Training Continues With Olympia

Fantasy Sex Story: Pupil 46: Zara’s Training Continues With Olympia - The story takes place in a world relatively similar to the real-life but with monsters. The main character is a monster hunter called Zara Cromwell. She and other monster hunters gain superpowers through experiments to be able to fight stronger monsters in the future. Warning: the series showcases various kinks and fetishes.

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   NonConsensual   Rape   Reluctant   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Hermaphrodite   Futanari   Paranormal   Furry   Magic   Vampires   Were animal   Zombies   Incest   Mother   Son   FemaleDom   Rough   Sadistic   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Orgy   Black Female   White Female   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   First   Facial   Fisting   Lactation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Tit-Fucking   Amputee   BBW   Big Breasts   Body Modification   Hairy   Public Sex   Size   ENF  

Isela’s head was aching terribly. She had no idea where she was. She felt the hard metal shackles on her limbs, cold against her skin. She tried to speak to break the dark room’s silence, but she couldn’t even hear her own voice.

She was naked; she could feel it, and she was tied to some kind of table or whatnot, spread-eagled.

Suddenly, she felt somebody’s hand on her breasts. First, they just stroked her, playing with the nipples, but it soon turned into a very painful squishing motion, like they were trying to squeeze out juice from a fruit. She winced, feeling a sharp pain as they squeezed her breasts tighter.

Isela thrashed, but it was futile. Her body was bound by the unyielding metal shackles, leaving her utterly exposed and vulnerable. Then she could feel something else ... something big and warm touching her pussy lips. Somebody began to insert their cock into her, stretching her open without a care for her comfort. She felt the coldness of the room and the coldness of the metal bite into her skin as she was invaded by the unknown intruder’s hot, thick flesh.


Zara stepped through the door after training, shaking her hair free of sweat.

“Back already?” Olympia asked as she wandered in from the kitchen. “Almost everyone else cleared out ages ago.”

Indeed, only she, Akemi, Bambi, and Esmeralda were still there.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Zara said with a smirk. “Ran into Gaylor on the way. She breasted boobily down the stairs and titted determinedly into the distance.” She snickered at her own joke.

Akemi, sprawled sideways across Zara’s couch like a cat, rolled her eyes. “You’re ridiculous. So what’s got you in such a rush today?”

“Big day,” Zara said, kicking off her boots. “Bram asked me out yesterday. So, I’ve got the date, and then after that I have to haul myself back to Aritimi for another training session.”

Olympia shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah ... about that. It’s with me. Aritimi just messaged me like half an hour ago. Figured I’d wait for you here.”

“Perfect,” Zara said, already halfway to the bathroom. “You can keep the others company while I go ruin a perfectly good evening with Bram.”

After a lightning-quick shower, Zara emerged dressed almost exactly as before: black tank top, blue jeans, and freshly polished leather jacket. The only difference was that this set of clothes smelled like detergent instead of sweat and cum.

She pulled on her combat boots and flicked a grin at Olympia. “See you at the park, Oly.”

A few minutes later.

Zara spotted Bram leaning against the iron fence near the park entrance. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of a gothic fashion magazine: black velvet coat brushing his thighs, tight trousers, boots polished to a mirror shine, and that streak of pink in his hair catching the late sun like a neon sign.

He waved lazily when he saw her, flashing a smile that was equal parts shy and smug. Zara suddenly felt like her leather jacket and tank top combo had been downgraded to “laundry day casual.”

“You’re late,” he teased as she approached.

“Not late. Fashionably ... sweaty,” she shot back.

Bram chuckled and offered his arm with mock formality. “Shall we?”

Zara rolled her eyes but took it anyway.

First, Bram led her to a narrow side street where a boutique displayed mannequins draped in lace, mesh, and leather. Inside, the racks were a storm of black fabric, chains, and glitter. Zara stuck out like a sore thumb among the customers, most of whom looked like they’d crawled out of a Tim Burton casting call.

“Try this,” Bram said, thrusting a hanger into her hands. It was a mesh shirt decorated with silver bats and a choker with enough spikes to qualify as a weapon.

Zara stared. “If I put this on, I’m going to get arrested just for existing.”

“Exactly,” Bram said, grinning. “It’ll be perfect.”

After much eye-rolling and swearing under her breath, Zara tried it on. When she stepped out of the changing room, Bram clasped his hands to his chest in exaggerated awe.

“You look like a vampire’s bodyguard. I’m in love.”

Zara muttered, “I hate you,” while quickly retreating to change back into her safe, monster-proof jeans.

Next, Bram dragged her to a street vendor tucked between two neon-lit bars. The stall sold fusion dishes that smelled like equal parts heaven and gastrointestinal warfare.

Bram ordered something unpronounceable, covered in peppers and dripping sauce, while Zara stuck to a safe skewer of grilled chicken.

“You’re such a coward,” Bram teased, offering her a bite of his dish.

Against her better judgment, Zara leaned in. One bite later, her face turned red, eyes watering, and she wheezed like she’d just swallowed a flamethrower.

Bram popped a piece of the same food into his mouth and chewed casually. “Mild.”

Zara grabbed his drink without asking and downed half of it. “How can you eat this? Burns more than an Infernal Elemental.”

He just smirked and dabbed a napkin across her cheek. “You’ve got sauce. Cute.”

Zara nearly combusted from embarrassment.

After the food chaos, they wandered into the softer evening glow of the park streets, Bram occasionally brushing his shoulder against hers, Zara pretending not to notice. Eventually, they slipped into a small café with warm lighting and a faint smell of roasted beans.

They found a table by the window. Zara dropped into her chair like a soldier collapsing after battle, while Bram sat down with perfect posture, crossing his legs elegantly.

“Not gonna lie, I didn’t expect you to actually show after the Open Day,” Bram said, sipping his drink.

Zara yawned and slumped in her chair. “I almost postponed. But I had to wake up early anyway for training with Aritimi, so ... here I am.”

“You’ve had a full day, huh?”

“And it’s not even close to done,” Zara groaned. “I’ve got another training session tonight. Only reason I squeezed this in is because Aritimi let me take a break.”

“What kind of training?” Bram asked, curiosity growing.

Zara fidgeted, twisting the edge of her sleeve. “Okay, cards on the table ... it’s, uh ... sexual stimulation training.”

Bram blinked. “I’m sorry ... a what?”

“Sexual stimulation,” she repeated, trying to sound casual and failing. “Apparently it activates my augmentations better than anything else.”

Bram leaned back, half-shocked, half-intrigued. “That ... sounds kinky. What does that even involve?”

Zara scratched the back of her neck. “Well ... Aritimi opens her portals, summons a bunch of monsters, and they ... y’know. Handle things. In ways normal humans can’t.”

Bram’s eyes widened. “God, that sounds painful.”

“It is sometimes. But regeneration covers a lot. I mean, I’ve survived way worse; I got decapitated once, for example.”

“What?!” Bram nearly choked on his drink.

Zara waved it off. “Different situation. Damage Control Unit, Lexisters, whole mess. Some Chloromancer and a big guy with an axe lopped my head clean off.”

“And you’re just sitting here telling me this over coffee.”

“Yup. We chased them off before they could run off with my body. Worked out fine.”

Bram shook his head, laughing nervously. “You’re insane. So tonight ... when you head back ... it’s more of the same?”

Zara nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Yep. I go get railed by monsters. Which, y’know, is why I haven’t really bothered dating. Who wants to compete with that? Weekly monster gangbangs aren’t exactly first-date material.”

There was a long pause. Bram swirled his drink, then said quietly, “I ... wouldn’t mind another date. You’re actually fun to be around. I’d give it another shot.”

Zara blinked, caught off guard. “Seriously? Uh. Yeah, sure. Why not?”

Her phone buzzed on the table. Aritimi’s name lit up the screen.


Zara, after saying goodbye to Bram, trudged back into the park. Olympia was already waiting near the fountain, arms crossed, her tank top straining against muscles that made her look like she could wrestle a car.

“You look ... tired,” Olympia said, giving Zara a once-over.

“Yeah,” Zara muttered. “It’s been a long day.”

Before Olympia could reply, the air in front of them split open with a crackle, and a circular portal flared to life. It shimmered a deep, glossy red, like molten glass.

“Showtime,” Olympia said, and the two of them stepped through.

“Ah, just in time,” Aritimi purred, standing at the center of the room already stripped bare, her skin gleaming faintly under the harsh lights.

Olympia’s eyes swept the cavernous space. “This place looks ... creepy.”

Aritimi gave a small nod. “Originally, it was built as a containment bay for monsters. Now, it serves ... other purposes.”

Zara frowned. “Didn’t you say there was going to be a special guest?”

A voice, rich and familiar, answered from above. “We are up here, youngling.”

They looked up. Perched along the catwalk was Aritimi’s entire bloodline; her sisters and their matriarch mother, Artemis herself. A line of tall, otherworldly women stretched across the railing, all of them gloriously naked.

Artume, Artixene, Artemina, Artemelle, Artemora, Artemyntha, Artanira, Artemavia, Artanis, Artamara, Artemae, Artariel, the twins Artemisca and Artemisia, Artemyraza, Artamas the eldest, and at the center, the mother who bound them all, Artemis.

“As you see,” Aritimi said smoothly, “we have a special audience tonight.” She gestured with a languid hand. “Now ... strip.”

Neither Zara nor Olympia argued. Zara quietly folded her clothes into a neat pile, while Olympia peeled hers away more slowly, half-naked before finally discarding the rest.

The contrast between them was striking once they stood bare beside each other.

Zara was compact and athletic, her pale skin stretched over a fit frame. Her breasts were round and lively, her ass equally plush, her dark bush a bold contrast against her thighs.

Olympia, by comparison, looked carved from bronze, towering at 1.9 meters, her body a fortress of muscle. Her thighs alone looked capable of crushing steel. Her platinum-blonde hair glimmered against her sun-kissed skin, her breasts unnaturally firm and heavy like sculpted stone. She carried a round, powerful ass, and between her legs her sex was bare, smooth, and tight.

The guests above leaned over the rail, their gazes hungry, watching every detail.

Aritimi lifted her hand, and a portal bloomed into existence, a swirling dark green oval that pulsed wetly, like a living wound in the air.

“Let’s ease you in with foreplay,” she purred.

Something began to spill out of the portal. At first it looked like a sack of balls, bouncing and rolling across the floor. But when the shapes steadied, Zara realized what she saw.

They weren’t balls. They were heads.

Tiny, green, goblin-like heads, each barely the size of a toddler’s head. They blinked up at the two hunters, yellow eyes glowing with mischief, mouths stretching wide to reveal long, waggling tongues.

And those tongues ... each one looked unmistakably like a tiny cock.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Zara blurted.

“Goblings,” Aritimi explained matter-of-factly, as if she’d just introduced a line of beauty products. “Harmless, eager, and surprisingly skilled. I caught them as a training task when I was just twelve. They’ll serve as your opening act.”

The Goblings suddenly hopped forward, their cock-tongues slapping wetly against the floor like snails on speed. Before Zara or Olympia could step back, the little creatures had launched themselves at their bodies.

“Hey!” Zara yelped as two Goblings latched onto her breasts, their tongues wriggling and suckling at her nipples like hungry babies. Another rolled under her, tongue slipping against her slit, twitching and spurting a little stream of saliva as it worked. “Oh god ... why does it feel good?! They look like sex toys designed by Satan!”

Olympia grunted as four clung to her at once, their cock-tongues kneading her bronze muscles like they were trying to tenderize steak. One sucked so hard at her nipple it made a lewd popping noise when it slipped. “Tch ... persistent little bastards,” she growled, though the way her thighs clenched betrayed that she wasn’t immune.

Zara tried to swat one off her belly, but it just squeaked, latched harder, and started humping against her skin like an excited puppy. “Nope, nope, this is illegal. I’m being molested by horny green jawbreakers!”

Up on the catwalk, Aritimi’s sisters chuckled and whispered among themselves, clearly entertained. The matriarch leaned forward, her voice like velvet. “They warm nicely. Let them tease you before the true beasts come.”

Zara groaned as yet another Gobling wedged between her thighs. “Oh yeah, sure. Let the stress balls lube us up for the main event. Unfortunately ... that’s a totally normal training day.”

At first, the Goblings just suckled and wriggled, their tiny cock-tongues flicking across nipples and thighs with sloppy persistence. But soon, their enthusiasm cranked up several notches.

“Okay ... hey ... woah!” Zara gasped as two of them latched onto her asscheeks like suction cups, their tongues poking and wiggling against her hole. “No no no, exit only!” She stumbled forward, arms pinwheeling as another launched itself straight onto her face, cock-tongue jabbing at her lips like it wanted a kiss.

Olympia, meanwhile, was mobbed like a bronze statue at a frat party. Half a dozen Goblings clung to her chest, thighs, and abs, their tongues squirming with mechanical persistence. One had latched onto her clit and was vibrating so hard it made her grunt. Another dangled from her ear, tongue poking wetly inside.

“They’re multiplying,” she growled through clenched teeth as a fresh pair rolled out of the portal and climbed her calves like deranged squirrels. “Aritimi, call off your sex mints before I start smashing heads together.”

Up on the catwalk, the sisters laughed openly now.

Zara staggered back into Olympia, both of them covered in a wriggling carpet of tiny green heads. “Hey! No teeth on my tit!” she shouted, peeling one off her boob only for two more to latch on.

But the tiny terrors’ work did its magic and brought Zara to a climax.

Finally, Aritimi clapped her hands sharply. A second wave of portals bloomed open, sucking the Goblings back in like marbles down a drain. One by one they popped free with obscene slurps, squealing in protest before vanishing into the dark green void.

The room fell quiet again, leaving Zara and Olympia panting, skin glistening with Gobling drool or whatnot.

“Now you’re warmed up.”

Olympia glared at her, wiping slime from her chest. “Warmed up? I feel like I just got mugged by horny tennis balls in a car wash.”

Zara snorted. “Could’ve been worse. At least none of them got stuck inside.”


Meanwhile.

Inez woke up with a horrible headache. She tried to remember what happened.

She was sitting in her car, on the side of the road. Whatever happened to her, she at least managed to stop the car before she passed out.

Isela!

Yes!

She got an emergency call about Isela. They said she went home early from Hunter High’s open day because she didn’t feel well.

Yes, that’s it. They said Isela’s body had some issues accepting the new augmentations. And then Inez sat in her car, heading to the hospital.

But she couldn’t recall anything else. Maybe she passed out because of stress?

Okay, she felt fine. It’s time to visit Isela in the hospital. She started the car and rolled back on the road.

She recognized where she was and which way she should go to reach the hospital, but then she turned in the opposite direction.

What? Why did I do that? Inez thought.

She tried to step on the brake, but it didn’t work. No, not the brake stopped working ... her leg didn’t move.

Then Inez slowly realized that she wasn’t in control. She was just a passenger in her own body.


Aritimi opened two swirling portals side by side; one a harsh, molten orange, the other a shadowy silver-blue.

From the orange portal stepped a beast of a man: an Ogre warrior, towering even taller than Olympia, with muscles like carved boulders stacked on boulders. His tusked grin revealed jagged teeth, and below his loincloth, which he tore off like it was tissue paper, swung something that made Olympia instinctively straighten her back.

“Meet Gurga,” Artixene announced from above with a hint of pride, “one of the strongest Ogres I bested alone.”

Olympia’s eyes widened just slightly, a flicker of excitement quickly hidden by her usual stern expression. “Big,” she muttered.

Then the other portal rippled, and something entirely different stalked forward. Heavy paws thudded against the floor as a wolf’s massive body emerged, but instead of a lupine head, the creature bore the torso of a woman rising from the neck, skin pale, hair wild and silver, breasts swinging freely. Below, where the wolf’s groin should have been, a thick, veined canine cock jutted forward with primal confidence.

“This,” Artume said with relish, “is Grrrark. A wolf centaur, rare as they come, and twice as hungry. One of my rarest catches.”

Zara blinked, taking in the hybrid’s alien symmetry, the way beast and woman merged seamlessly. “Oh my god,” she whispered, half in awe, half in panic. “She looks like someone spliced my nightmares with a porn magazine.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Aritimi shook her head, “She looks magnificent.”

Grrrark let out a growl and a husky laugh, her human half licking her lips as the wolf body prowled closer. “You smell delicious,” she rumbled, eyes locking on Zara.

Aritimi spread her arms dramatically. “Partners chosen. Let’s fuck!”

Gurga slammed his fists together, the sound echoing through the room like a cannon blast. The Ogre’s muscles rippled as he stomped forward, each step making the catwalk above rattle faintly.

Olympia, instead of shrinking back, grinned widely and squared her stance. “I won’t give myself for free. You have to fight for me,” she said, flexing her bronzed arms until the veins stood out like ropes.

With a roar, Gurga lunged, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her off the ground like she weighed nothing. But Olympia wrapped her thick thighs around his trunk-like torso, locking him in place. “Not so fast, big guy,” she growled, her muscles bulging as she squeezed.

The Ogre let out a bark of laughter, clearly thrilled to have a partner who could resist him. He shifted his grip, hands sliding over Olympia’s bronzed skin as he tried to pry her legs apart, but she clamped down tighter, their contest looking more like a wrestling match than foreplay.

Meanwhile, a few paces away, Zara had a very different problem.

Grrrark circled her slowly, the wolf body prowling in a predatory loop while the woman upper half leaned forward, breasts swaying, eyes gleaming with hunger. Her wolf tail flicked lazily, brushing against Zara’s hip before retreating again.

The canine centaur grinned, revealing sharp teeth that looked far too wolfish for comfort. “Don’t worry, little hunter,” she purred. “I’ll start ... gently.”

A hot breath washed over Zara’s bare skin as Grrrark’s tongue flicked out, just brushing her belly.

 
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