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Chapter 15
by GreenBean
Is it easy pickings?
Easy pickings
Old Yharnam was archaic as ever. As the bell boomed from on high, the night of the hunt was announced. stragglers stoically walked home... with a few too many hiding their faces from the pair of undisguised hunters. So many of the buildings were churches. A pious lot for blood even before the church of good blood was founded. James kept his rifle ready to be drawn as Catherine walked with ease apparently nonplussed. She smiled gamely at him when she saw him look her way.
Then James came upon a wooden cross, with a beast smaller than the cleric beast, but larger than any man, hanging from it, blood collecting into a bowl below. Drinking directly from the bowl were three balding ape-human figures. Tatters of clothes and bandages trailing off their gangely limbs. Catherine moved silently forward, welcoming James' first proper hunt with a gesture.
James exhaled sharply and charged, switching his rifle to its full extended 2-handed form. The first beast didn't have time to react as he punctured its torso, it's blood christening the weapon and overwhelming his senses, reminding him of the sweet blood from church. James grit his teeth and kicked off the dying corpse, swapping the weapon to its shorter one handed form, and pulling out his pistol. The two remaining beasts retreated back, their pupil-less eyes reflecting yellow malice back at him. The one on his left lept at him first, but Jame's fear and hunger made him react faster, shifting his pistol to it, firing at it square in the chest (the largest target), it abruptly dropped to its knees as pain overcame its grotesque form. Not giving it a moment's rest, James thrust his spear into its throat, its blood splattering across his garb and face, tingling pleasantly. James felt his cock harden unbidden in his pants as the animal pleasure of the hunter's dominance coursed through him.
A brutal sharp claw racked his back, making James cry out with pain and fury. But senses still sharp, he ducked into a roll away from the last beast's flurry. Without the time to reload his pistol, he only had the load in his spear, swapping it back into is two handed mode, he brought the its tip to face the beast with claws wet with his blood, its face all too human that moment. And he fired. The shot was spread but effective as this beast too was brought low by the pain. James dropped his weapon and lept to the prone beast, and acting on instinct plunged his hand into the beast, feeling to grip something, and pulled it out, showering himself in blood as the beast died below him.
James felt ecstatic, as he panted, with a fist full of viscera and covered in blood. He didn't even feel the scratches on his back anymore. His cock was turgid in his trousers, ready to release at a moment's notice. Lust and hunger swarmed his head.
Then Catherine laughed and gave a small applause. "I didn't think you both a hunter and a showman. Between this and the mad inventor gig, I think you've too much talent." Catherine said with a flirtatious tone. She strode up to him and kissed him on his bloodcovered lips. Soft, hungry, jealous and proud. James returned the kiss with vigor, pressing his tongue into her mouth, dancing around her tongue before pulling away. Catherine sighed, her lips now a shade of dark red as well, eyes still shut, as if reveling in the sensations. James took a moment to take in her exposed skin, it turned his hunger toward lust, as his cock throbbed with need. She re-opened her eyes and met his hungry gaze.
The night was quiet, and the beasts had been slain. James was harder than he'd ever been.
Should he claim his reward now?
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Yharnam Maddness
Survive the beasts of the hunt.
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