Bloodborne: Decent

The Decent

Part 1?

'Beasts all over the shop. He'll be one too, soon enough.' Thought Helena as she looked over her companion.

Killian had been a useful ally, but the infection was beginning to overcome him. He'd join the ranks of the beasts within the next few days. Maybe even the next few hours. Watching a fellow hunter turn was always a shame, but here it was doubly so.

Killian had been a good man. Courteous, kind and intelligent. He was a true gentleman in every sense. He'd always treated Helena with a level of respect that wasn't always common among hunters. Of course, all hunters considered themselves gentlemen, but not all acted like it. Killian, however, lived up to the high standards set by the legends.

Or at least he used to. Lately, he had been changing. It started small at first. He was less jovial and, at times, even short-tempered. Then his voice began to change, sounding an octave or so deeper and perpetually weary. Today, the most concerning change had happened. He'd shown up blindfolded.

Hunters always covered their eyes when the final change was nearly upon them. Curiously, they still seemed to be able to see just fine. It was as though they developed some kind of sixth sense that rendered sight obsolete. It was always eery to look such a person in the face, and know that despite the blindfold, they were still staring right back at you. Perhaps with eyes that were not of this earth. Perhaps with something altogether different from what we would call eyes.

However, in spite of all of this, Killian's change wasn't what scared her. What scared her was how the change made her feel.

She knew what she was suppose to feel. Sorrow for her soon-to-be-lost comrade. Fear of what he might do to her after beasthood took hold. Disgust for the abomination against nature he would soon be. And to be fair, she did feel all of these things. In part.

Yet all of these feelings were overshadowed by something worse. Lust. The most powerful, animalistic lust she'd ever felt in her life. She'd done everything in her power to ignore it at first, but it was only growing stronger by the minute.

In truth, Helena had always fancied him to some extent. He was a gentle soul with a scholarly mind, yet he was also a fierce warrior and an unyielding protector of innocents.

He even looked the part of a noble hero. With his lean but firm build, angular jawline, and dark yet soft eyes, he looked like he'd just stepped out of a painting.

Watching Killian change had created some kind of perfect storm. Everything good about him was being twisted more and more by the day. He was becoming more primal. A lower, baser version of himself. The gentlemanly defender was turning into an animal before Helena's eyes.

Which made her weak in the knees for him, in the sickest way. The poor man was losing his mind, and the process brought her nothing but unignorable heat between her legs. Shame filled her mind and made her stomach churn, yet it did nothing to quell the lust she felt.

"You look at me as though I were already gone." Killian's voice came out in a low growl and interrupted her thoughts.

As Killian stared out across the city skyline bathed in moonlight, Helena stood behind him. It shouldn't be a surprise that his new 'sight' allowed him to apparently see in all directions, it still caught Helena off guard that he been able to tell she was looking at him.

"You covered your eyes." She mused, not knowing what else to say.

"Moonlight's too bright." He explained. "Hurts my eyes, makes it hard to focus."

"They always cover their eyes near the end." She pointed out. She would miss him.

"It's not the end for me. Not yet."

She decided to ask the question that had been at the forefront of her mind this whole time. "How can you see with your eyes covered?"

He laughed bitterly. "We've all got eyes on the inside."

She'd expected him to elaborate but he didn't. Instead, silence hung between them for a moment.

"We can talk to Gerhman." She mused. "He can put a stop to your suffering."

He grunted. "Then I'd never dream again."

"You'd be at peace."

"Not without the dream, I wouldn't."

She stepped closer to him and spoke softly. "Killian...I hate seeing you suffer like this." She lied. Or rather, she told a half-truth.

"I'm fine." He insisted.

She moved around in front of him so she could look at his face.

"Hunters have to take care of one another." She told him. "I care for you, Killian. I always have."

"Stop talking to me like a wounded dog!" He snapped, startling her.

Upon considering his words, she realized that was exactly the tone she had been using.

"Just let me comfort you." She said, unable to stop using the sickly sweet tone of voice.

"The only comfort I need comes from knowing there's one less beast in the city."

"There'll be one more in the city soon." She remarked sadly.

"I'll have taken tens more of them before I turn."

So his mind was made up. He wanted to go down swinging. Noble to the end.

But who would take him when he turned? Hunters became some of the worst beasts. And Killian was fast and strong, even for a Hunter. He wouldn't be easy to stop when he turned.

"I was thinking..." Killian said, sounding a bit more like his old self for a moment. "Maybe when the end is upon me, I'll go to Old Yarnham, where I can't hurt anyone."

She nodded and stepped closer. "Djura would take good care of you."

If he had the presence of mind to follow through with this plan, it would undoubtedly be the best possible fate for him. Djura and his few allies may very well have been the only folk in all the world who were kind to beasts.

"Until then," she continued. "I can ease your suffering."

"I don't need you to dote on me." He sounded genuinely angry at the mere suggestion.

Helena took a deep breath and braced herself for what she was about to say and do.

"There are many kinds of comfort." She explained. With that, she reached up and began to undo the top button of her shirt.

His face, or the lower half she could still see, became a mask of confusion. "What are you playing at?" He asked suspiciously.

"I used to catch you looking at me when you still used your eyes."

"That supposed to be a joke?" He snapped.

She shook her head. "I'm only saying that I know beneath all this, you're still a man." She then continued unbuttoning her shirt.

His look of confusion turned to disgust, and she realized she may have made a mistake.

Suddenly, he lunged forward and grabbed her wrists. "What's this then?" He hissed. "A woman of your stature, throwing herself about."

"Killian, I'm sorry." She whimpered, surprised at how weak she sounded. She'd slain wolves, beats, vermin, and even kin of the cosmos. None of them had stuck fear into her heart like Killian's sudden change in demeanor.

"It's enough to make a man sick." He spat out.

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake!" She tried to explain, her voice trembling.

He then pushed her forward until her back was against the railing. Still holding onto her wrists, killian pressed himself up against her, pinning her in place. It was then that she realized something that filled her with both even more fear than she'd felt before, as well as a perverse sense of delight and anticipation.

He was rock-hard.

"Killian." She said softly, and even as she said if she realized the truth. This wasn't Killian anymore.

"A woman like yourself, throwing herself at a man. You should be ashamed."

He then leaned forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. She kissed back without hesitation. His tongue invaded her mouth and she welcomed it with her own. The two kissed like lovers saying goodbye for the last time, and he continued to restrain her wrists.

Instinctively, she pressed her hips into his, grinding into his throbbing erection. He was so hard she thought that it must have been painful. She wanted to relieve the pain, if he'd let her.

Suddenly, he let of her wrists and began to undo both his and her belt. "If you're going to act like a filthy street whore, you're going to get treated like one." He said, sounding less like Killian than he ever had.

"I want this." She whispered, unsure of why. She wasn't sure it would make much difference to him now.

"Good." He said. "Because you started this, and you're going to finish this."

He then unsheathed his cock with one hand and began lowering the waistband of her trousers with the other.

"I want this." She found herself repeating, and she realized she was reassuring herself.

She stared into his blindfold, Wondering what she'd see if she could perceive the eyes beneath. Would his eyes be full of arousal? Fear? Sorrow? Perhaps a combination of the three.

He kissed her again, and this time as he did, he slid the full length of his cock into her eagerly waiting womanhood.

Instinctively, she tried to pull away from the kiss, even as she greeted his tongue with her own. The same way, she made a show of reaching down to her waistband, which was now around her lower thighs, and trying to pull them back up. She didn't want to succeed. She didn't want to escape his kiss or his cock, and she didn't want to succeed in covering herself.

Yet a lady has to keep up appearances. On the off chance that anyone was watching, she couldn't be seen wantonly giving in to his improper advances. She wanted him to take her, but she couldn't allow it to look as tho she was enjoying it.

However, she was, in fact, very much enjoying it. As he fucked get against the balustrade, she couldn't help but think it had been a damn long while since she'd been fucked this well. And she hoped that someone was indeed watching as it happened. Helena knew she was a beautiful woman, and she knew the sight of her being taken by a man in this manner was no doubt a sight to behold. And it brought her pleasure to imagine a stranger pleasuring themself to the sight.

Killian growled into the kiss as he continued to hump his impressive cock in and out of her needy cunt. She made a half-hearted attempt to push the man off of her, even as her hips humped back into him. Again, appearances.

"Never thought you'd be that type." Killian pulled away from the kiss to say, his voice coming out in a low, husky rumble. "Always thought you a decent woman."

He then began to kiss her neck as he continued pumping into her. At the same time, his hands began to roam all over her body, feeling her over her clothes in some places, her slipping under her clothes in other places. She could feel from his touch that he must have wanted to do this for quite some time.

She briefly considered that it was a shame nothing had happened between him while they were still fully human. Although she knew he would have likely been a gentle lover. A far cry from the raving passion he was subjecting her to now. This was better.

"Comfort." Killian mused out loud with a mocking chuckle. "As if comfort is something I'd find in a dirty street whore like you."

Hearing the real Killian say such a thing probably would hurt her. But she knew the man fucking her right now wasn't Killian anymore. Her friend and ally was gone. His body may not have transformed yet but his mind had. And being called a 'dirty street whore' by a beast set her cunt on fire.

She killed beasts. She hacked them to pieces with her saw, set them on fire with her torch, and shot them in the head with quicksilver bullets. Beasts were her prey.

And now, one was calling her a whore while it fucked her on the side of the street. The situation should have disgusted and enraged her. Yet, for some reason, it was the most exquisite moment of her entire life.

She leaned in close to his ear and whispered. "If I'm really such a whore, perhaps you should try really fucking me like one. Instead of this sweet lovemaking."

He let out a growl that sounded genuinely inhuman. Then he spun her around, walked her forward, and threw her down to the street, toppling with her as he did. The whole time, his cock never once left her aching cunt.

"Lovemaking, huh?" He said with a wry guffaw. "You should be so lucky."

He then let out a passionate grunt and began fucking her into the cobblestone street. As he did, she clumsily kicked off her pants, allowing him easier access between her legs. In return, he obligingly fucked her even harder.

Everyone knew hunters were somewhere Between men and beasts. They were heartier than men. They were faster and stronger, too. And as it turned out, they fucked harder as well.

Killian hadn't been wrong, exactly, when he called Helena a whore. She'd bedded numerous men and women alike. However, today was her first time fucking a Hunter, and she could honestly say by far that it was the best sex of her entire life.

Despite the cold night air, the stench of the city streets, and the unforgiving stone beneath her, she'd never felt pleasure like this. Or maybe it was because of those things. She knew deep in her bones that socially acceptable sex with well-behaved people would never satisfy her again.

"All that beast blood running through your veins, and you still can't properly fuck a woman!" She spat out angrily.

He may have been the best lay of her life, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try to goad him into fucking her even harder.

It worked. His already superhuman thrusts grew even faster and more urgent as he slammed into her like he had something to prove.

"Vile wench." He muttered breathlessly. "I ought to have your tongue."

"Have it, then. She quipped.

She then took his face in her hands and kissed him hard. She seductively slid her tongue into his mouth, and he sucked at it greedily as they kissed.

The pair sloppily made out as they fucked in the streets. All of Helena's intentions of keeping up appearances were abandoned. Not only she was actively kissing him back and lifting her hips up to meet his thrusts. When that wasn't enough, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her even harder.

Over and over, Killian powerful cock rammed into the female hunter's ravenous pussy. Every single thrust left her hungrier for even more. She wanted to fuck this man until the night of the hunt ended. And after that, she wanted to fuck him again in broad daylight. If either of them lived that long.

She knew it wouldn't be long before Killian fully turned, and someone (probably her) would be forced to put him down.

She wondered how she'd ever cum again after experiencing this. She knew no normal human would ever compare. Even a Hunter couldn't fuck get like this. How would she ever be satisfied after a primal fuck like this?

He hammered her into the cobblestone street until her whole body ached. The more she ached, the more turned-on she felt. She begged him to go harder. She demanded it. And he obliged, slamming into her harder and harder every time she asked for more.

His thick cock was so hard she knew it probably ached. His swollen head reached so deeper inside her than anything she'd ever felt before. Yet she wanted him deeper still. She wanted to feel his dick slide directly into her womb.

She placed her delicate red lips against his ear and whispered, "If you don't fuck me like a real man, I'm going to sink my blade into your rib cage and end you like a common vermin."

He let out a loud, frustrated grunt. He then withdrew from her almost all the way until only the tip remained inside her, then slammed all the way back in with one superhuman thrust. Helena was certain that if she'd been. Mortal woman, he would have shattered her pelvis. It felt exquisite.

She felt herself involuntarily let out an ear-splitting scream of absolute bliss. This was exactly what she needed. As he spitefully slammed his body against hers with unimaginable strength, all she could think was that this was the most pleasure she'd ever felt in her whole life.

Until things went wrong. Very wrong.

Killian began to snarl and growl. He let out sounds that didn't just sound animalistic. They sounded like he WAS an animal. He sounded enraged. Or in agony. Or both.

Then he began to convulse. His body shook violently as he spasmed on top of her. At first, he kept fucking her right through it as best he could, seemingly so desperate to continue on toward climax that he was willing to ignore his current condition. But then he grew worse. He shook harder until he was practically vibrating on top of her.

Then he abruptly bent backwards as tho he'd been pulled by the hair. She heard a crack, like the sound of a bone snapping. Then she realized a bone had snapped. His spine had broken, seemingly spontaneously.

Then his forearm did the same thing, snapping like a twig as if bent by invisible hands. Killian howled in anguish and confusion as his body seemed to self-destruct.

Then his humorous broke in the same way, causing another ear splitting cry of pain. Then, his arm began to grow until it was at least twice the length of a normal arm.

Then his arm followed suit, breaking into pieces, then beginning to grow, and then reforming. Then his legs came next. Then his ribs began to break, one at a time, each one causing another scream and another convulsion. His whole body seemed to shatter into pieces, then regrow and heal into a twisted new form.

Then he began to grow hair all over. Like watching a time-lapse, thick, black hair grew out of every pour until his entire body was coated with thick, black, soft fur like that of a wolf.

After that came his face. His jaw broke itself so that it could stretch forward into a snout, taking the nose with it in the process. His ears seemed to pull themselves back on his skull and reformed until they were pointed like a dog's.

"Old blood, protect me." Helena felt herself murmuring involuntarily. Even as she spoke, she knew there was no protecting her now. Her friend was gone, and she realized with horror that the demonic spawn he'd been replaced with was still inside her.

Still inside her as his cock began to undergo the same changes as much of the rest of his body. She felt his cock snap inside her in 4 separate places. With each break, it began to refuse itself larger than before, just like with his bones. His already generous cock stretched to unreasonable lengths until she felt him reaching deeper inside her than any man was meant to. He grew thicker as well, swelling to at least the width of a wine bottle. He grew so thick that he felt like he was going to split her warm pink tunnel open.

The details in his cock expanded as well. The veins swelled with far too much blood, giving his cock a ridged feeling that may have been pleasant if not for the horror of her situation. At the same time, his swollen cockhead grew until it was the size of an enclosed fist.

His sheer size felt like it could kill her. He was so big and so deep inside her that she felt her insides had to be stretching in a way women were not meant to stretch. Her resilient Hunter body seemed to be working to accommodate the beast in a way no normal woman could. As if she was meant to be fucked like this.

Before she knew it, the transformation was complete, and every last vestige of her old friend was gone. Above her now was a hulking, hairy monster with no semblance of humanity to it. The thing inside of her was now a Scourge Beast.

He was at least four times the size of even a larger man. Its long, thick fur covered almost every inch of its body, save for its firm pectoral muscles and its toned abdominal core, the only parts of it that almost still looked human. Where its hands and feet had been, it now had claws, each the size of daggers and nearly as sharp as well. The only feature that was more intimidating was its teeth.

That long snout was not filled with razor-sharp predator's fangs. With a jaw that size and teeth that sharp, Helena knew it could tear through the toughest flesh. For a moment, she found herself imagining the teeth tearing into her own flesh, pulling the skin and muscle off of her bones, shredding her whole body to ribbons.