All characters are above eighteen.
Author's note: This story takes place in a world relatively similar to ours. Even though there are monsters there, it has mostly identical historical events and similar pop culture (mostly the same famous books, movies, shows, games, and comics). The main location itself is a fictional city called Crowsend, located in the USA.
I plan to use various fetishes/kinks in each chapter of this series so always check the tags before reading. Just because a certain fetish/kink appeared in a chapter, it doesn't mean all chapters will include it.
Also, some chapters are going to be story-focused with less erotica while others like this will have more of it. I plan to use chapters like this as a way to use my monster ideas that I couldn't place into the story otherwise.
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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.
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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.
