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(Octopath) The Hunter Becomes the Prey	By : NTheTwelfth Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > General Views: 731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Hunter Becomes the Prey
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AN: Hey… This is long. Like, really long. As in, grab some popcorn before the movie starts kinda long. I hope you enjoy nonetheless.
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“Linde, whatest dost thou smell?” The gentle breeze waved H’aanit’s long brown braid across her back as she nervously fiddled with the fletching on the arrows in her quiver. “Mayhap it be Master?” A growl from the albino lioness shot down her optimism. “Strangers from the south? We had best scout. I do not wish for there to be issues in the village, especially without Master here.”
Expertly climbing out of the tree they were perched in, the duo deftly circled around and hid in the underbrush, tailing the small group on the walking path from a safe distance. A tall, brown haired man seemed to be leading them, clad in a striking blue and a large broadsword slung over his back. A slim brunette in a skimpy red outfit made H’aanit second-hand embarrassed for her, as she saw many revealed parts that were typically concealed on women in her small village. A cheery brown-haired man in green was chatting with a white-haired man in purple, who H’aanit could tell answered honestly but gruffly. They were all armed, but made no effort to conceal their presence, unlike bandits or raiders, and H’aanit knew that most strangers like that had no ill will. Still, they kept to the shadows, eyeing them from a safe distance.
Linde growled, signaling that danger was near, and about a dozen forest monsters jumped out at the unaware travelers, swiftly encircling them. That's a lot… Still, maybe I could judge their prowess… She thought to herself. The man in purple was clearly the worst off, and H’annit deduced that he fought best when the attention wasn't on him. His attention was drawn to one monster and got blindsided by another, taking a nasty blow to his arm, which the green-clad man patched up nearly instantly. On the other side of the battlefield, the woman spun in a special dance, encircling the warrior in blue in a dangerous pink light, who then struck with the speed and ferocity of lightning, scattering several monsters in a single swing of his blade. The man in green blocked a swing going for his head with his ax, and the purple guy and the woman both stabbed the attacker on opposite sides with their daggers while the blue man took a blow aimed at the green man’s exposed back, falling to the ground. The green man thanked “Olberic,” concocted a salve and applied it to his injured companion while the woman and man in purple cast dark and fire magic, slaying the last of the monsters. However, as the group put away their weapons, an arrow flew out of the bushes close to H’aanit, striking the green-clad healer deep in the thigh, who fell to the ground hard. Another monster jumped out of the bushes, sword raised high overhead, coming down fast on the surprised man.
*Twang!* The melodic sound of the sinew bowstring rang out as it lost its payload into the skull of the monster, and a large white lion leapt from her hiding place and crashed into the dead monster, pushing it out of the way of the green-clad man. H’aanit stood from the bushes as Linde returned to her side. The hunter walked over quickly and knelt at the side of the green-clad man. “Thine skills as a healer are plentiful indeed, but your skill be not vast enough to save you. Mine village of S’warkii isn't far.”
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“I am grateful, Miss H’aanit,” the blue-clad warrior, Olberic, said with a bow. “Alfyn would not have lasted much longer without your immense knowledge and help.” H’aanit blushed slightly at the compliment. “We owe you and your village immensely.”
“Quite so,” Primrose, the dancer in red, chimed in. “However, it seems that we’ll probably have to stay here until Alfyn recovers fully, which could take a few days, maybe even a week.” She scowled a bit and crossed her arms around her midsection, emphasizing her poorly-concealed chest to the hunter.
“It may take less, if he uses his own salves as well though. Your skills are quite sharp though,” said Therion the thief, changing the subject. “I had a feeling that we were being tailed, but I thought it was just an animal.” She might be pretty good in my line of work… “I am impressed. Still, we do need a place to stay while Alfyn recovers. Why don’t we all crash at your place?”
“Therion!” Olberic chastised. He turned to H’aanit. “We can all stay at the inn, you have all done more than enough for us. I bid thee goodnight, fair lady.” With another bow, he turned and brought his less-than-enthused companions with him, and firmly shut the door behind him, leaving the chief’s house and the hunter with the above-average heart rate behind.
“So they all be at the inn tonight…” H’aanit felt confused. She had only met these travelers earlier on that day, and yet the premise of them staying close to her made her feel things she didn’t know. She had a companion in Linde, who was relaxing peacefully in her bed, so she didn’t know what this yearning was. She thought of Olberic, his stern yet calm face coupled with his muscular physique, and his respectful tone was quite charming; of Primrose, with her long, flowing hair and her large, supple feminine parts; of Alfyn and his cheery attitude and overall energy and honesty; and of Therion, his calculated mind and mysterious actions drew her in. She felt something, a strange tingling, slowly growing into a raging fire, burning in her stomach. No one in the village had made her feel like this before. She sat down at the table and pondered on these strange emotions. It felt like hours, but it had only been a few minutes when a quick knock on the door jolted H’aanit out of her doldrums.
“Primrose? What bringeth thee back here?” H’aanit answered the door, hoping that the woman wouldn't notice either H’aanit’s flushed face, or her stealing glances at Primrose’s chest, which of course, she did on both fronts.
Primrose shuffled in closer, a sly look on her face. “It’s just that it gets quite crowded, being the only girl in a room full of boys, you know what I mean.” H’aanit only had a rudimentary understanding of what she meant, but Primrose continued. “Seeing as buying another room just for me would be extremely lonely,” she shuffled in close and placed her hand on H’aanit’s strong chest, just below her neck, her eyes wide and pleading, “I was hoping that I could stay here…?”
“O-Oh, yes, of course. I-I shall get another bed prepared for you right away, Primrose.” She let the smaller woman in and closed the door shut, but when H’aanit wasn't looking, Primrose opened it a crack.
“Just Prim is fine by me,” she said with a smile. Like paperwork, I still got the touch. “How about we swap girl stories?” She pulled up a chair to the table and H’aanit sat beside her. “So… Have you ever liked someone?”
“Yes, of course, I like everyone in the village. They be like mine own family.”
Prim giggled a little. “Silly girl, I mean ‘love’.”
“L-love? No, no one in S’warkii had ever caught mine eye, and I have never left this hamlet.” H’aanit chose her words carefully, despite her less-than-stellar social skills. “What about thee, Prim? Surely someone as experienced as…” She trailed off, seeing Prim’s expression turn both angry and sad. “This be a hard topic, then?”
“She was special to me. I held her in her arms as she… And that dirtbag, he… I’m glad I cut his throat open.” Primrose’s breathing grew labored as she tried to maintain her composure. H’aanit pulled her into a strong hug, surprising Prim.
“At least you survived this though. Thou art truly a strong woman, Primrose.” These words made Primrose break, and she started crying hard, waking Linde in the process, who quickly fell back asleep. “Mayhaps we continue this another time? It be late, and we had best rest.”
Prim grabbed her hand and stopped H’aanit from leaving the table. “Oh wait! Could we…sleep together? I need someone right now.”
Her tearful eyes were more than enough for H’aanit to submit. “Oh, y-yes, of course.” H’aanit, as usual for her, stripped down to nothing and hopped into her fur-lined bed, giving her audience a show. She did things au naturel, and kept her body the same, keeping a large bush of curly hairs all over her downstairs, as well as her underarms and legs. Primrose noted that a lot of H’aanit’s pubic hair was slick and matted. H’aanit’s nipples and labia were a nice shade of brown and a hint of pink. Her muscular frame made her wide hips and large chest less prominent than Primrose, but still clearly quite feminine. H’aanit’s hindquarters were presented to the enraptured audience as the large woman clambered into the sheets. Primrose, surprised by this sudden development but not wanting to be left behind, quickly followed suit, stripping bare as she had for many a patron in her day. Her own pubic and body hair was the opposite of H’aanit’s, being completely hairless except on her head. She and H’aanit actually had similar breast sizes, but they were much more prominent on Prim due to her lithe body and smaller stature. Her nipples were a ripe pink, and her pale skin was dotted with a plethora of freckles and moles. Primrose snuggled in, copping a feel of H’aanit’s chest occasionally. Primrose felt H’aanit’s rapid heartbeat through her nipples, and the heat radiating off her face, as they were touching due to the close quarters, making them stare at each other in the eye.
“I did not know that girls could love other girls.” H'aanit said bluntly. “I thought it was only between male and female to make offspring.”
Prim giggled again. “Love is attraction. Love is wanting to be with someone, and that someone wanting to be with you.” She shuffled in closer, pressing her breasts together and wrapped her arm around H’aanit’s back. “And I really want to be with you,” she whispered in the blushing woman’s ear, making the inferno in her belly erupt once more.
“D-W-Y-I-I-I-Wh-what dost th-thou mean?!” H’aanit stumbled over her words.
“...You don't feel the same.”
“N-no, but I mean, no, I mean yes, I do, but I don’t…”
“Do you want to be with me?”
“...Yes.”
“And the others? Do you want to be with them too?”
“Yes.” The slightly ajar door silently closed fully, unbeknownst to H’aanit.
Prim lay one hand on H’aanit’s cheek and held her face still. “I want to kiss you, H’aanit,” and Primrose gave H’aanit her first ever kiss. It was an odd experience, but definitely not unpleasant. Primrose slithered her flexible tongue between their lips and invaded H’aanit’s mouth, and one of her thighs slid in between the large woman’s legs and began rotating slowly, making H’aanit’s breath catch. Both of their sets of erect nipples were stabbing each other in a sweaty duel. H’aanit, gaining confidence, reached a strong arm around and pulled Prim’s rotund ass closer and massaged her tits with the opposite, drawing a moan from her lover’s mouth.
Much to the chagrin of the hunter, Primrose eventually pulled herself off of H’aanit’s mouth, but was curiously optimistic when she sat up, one of her legs wrapped underneath the prone woman while also holding up one of H’aanit’s into the air. “This is how women make love, how we fuck,” and she planted her puffy lips hard into H’aanit’s hairy pussy, making her throw her head back. “We’ve already kissed, so now we let our pussies do the same.” H’aanit was clearly not prepared as Prim began to gyrate and rock her hips, smothering their dripping slits in each other’s juices, as H’aanit was literally breathless, gasping for air as she was lost in the haze. Primrose smiled, remembering a young girl from so long ago who must have looked very similar during her first sexual experience.
H’aanit’s pubic hair was matted with their combined fluids, but still reached up to tickle Prim’s sensitive clit, bringing her ever closer to orgasm. “You can cum whenever you want to, I want to make you cum!” Primrose called out, perfectly timed as H’aanit body trembled and quaked with her first orgasm. Her voice was a garbled mess as her pussy clenched and spasmed. Her muscles across her strong body pulsed in unison, and a powerful spray of her girl cum sprayed out of her urethra, blasting Prim’s erect clit in its wake. The sensation sent Prim over the edge and her body spasmed too, desperately wanting for more of H’aanit’s love juice, which sucked up three more drinks from H’aanit’s spray. Prim’s body and H’aanit’s bed were soaked as their dual orgasm slowly died, and each regained their breath as Prim lay face-to-face with H’aanit once more.
“Ha… I wouldn't have taken you to be a squirter…” Primrose breathed out, face flush and glistening with sweat in the candlelight.
“I-is that a bad thing?”
“No, no. It means I can taste you better,” she explained, making H’aanit blush again. “But you didn't think this night was over did you?” Primrose clicked her teeth, and the door opened wide, much to the embarrassment of the hunter, who quickly tried to cover herself up. Three men walked in, one with a bit of a limp, and the white-haired one at the back closing the door tightly. Linde looked at them, then returned to sleep again.
Primrose, making no attempt to hide her nude body, welcomed the unexpected guests. “Enjoy the show, guys? Who wants what?”
“Oh, can I get her butt?” Alfyn cried out.
“Alf, the last time you went for that,” Therion replied cynically, “I couldn't walk straight for a week, let alone crouch or fight well. I get the ass.”
“Now, now, no fighting you two. Remember that she is a human being, not some toy.” Olberic looked H’aanit in the eye with a stern but kind gaze. “A gentleman asks who she prefers and where.”
“W-what beith this madness? S-surely you don’t all mean to…?” H’aanit desperately tried to grasp the situation.
“Oh H’aanit, love,” Prim explained, drawing little hearts on her pert nipples, “I showed you how women fuck. Now they will show you how men do it too. You did say that you liked them, yes?”
“Y-yes, but… I never haveth seen a penis, let alone toucheth one.”
“There’s a first time for everything. Now, there are three suitable bachelors, and you have three holes: your pussy, your ass, and your mouth. I’ll suck on your tits while they pound you.” Long pause. “Well…?”
H’aanit looked scared, a foreign look on her. “M-mine butt and mouth too? And what about pregnancy, I cannot hunt while carrying a child!”
“I got the solution here, H’aanit!” Alfyn chimed in, holding two small vials, one with a clear oily liquid and the other with a plethora of small tablets. “This one will keep things feeling good for you and the other will stop any risk of conception!”
“...Wish you made the first one earlier…” Therion mumbled.
“O-okay.” H'aanit swallowed her excess saliva and stared at the men, and especially the bulges in their crotches that threatened to burst out of their pantaloons. “Olberic, y-you can…fuck...my va- my pussy.”
“It would be my honour to take your virginity.” Olberic walked beside the prone woman, and placed a hand on her shoulder. H’aanit didn't know what he meant by that.
“Th-Therion, mine butt...ass be yours.”
“Sounds good to me.” He walked slowly to the foot of her bed, and when her attention diverted to Alfyn, he yanked the covers off of her, exposing her dribbling beaver to the onlookers. Therion whistled, “Now that’s a beaut. I’m jealous of Big Blue now.” H’aanit’s face went completely red.
“I guess that means that I get your mouth, eh?” Alfyn nearly jumped for joy but felt his leg burn, and meekly hobbled over to her headrest. “I’ll be gentle with you.”
“Oh, but not with me, huh?” Therion swiftly undressed, prompting his compatriots to do the same, much to the amazement of the not-so-virgin-anymore girl. Olberic, befitting his body size, had the largest penis by girth and length, clocking at about 7 inches erect, with a large amount of curly black hairs adorning it. Therion had a much thinner and bare dick, but still nearly as long at a nice 6.5. Finally, Alfyn was the shortest at only about 5.5 inches, but his was thicker and flared out near the tip, and was the only one with a covering of skin over the bulbous head, and the only one who styled his lower hair into a thick strip leading to the pole. They all gathered around H’aanit, Olberic and Therion raised her leg in the air in unison once more, and began prepping her for their deadly assault. Alfyn and Prim both alternated kissing her, Olberic was tenderly massaging her wet pussy, planting ginger kisses on the sensitive notch sticking out, and Therion had his tongue deep in the hunter’s asshole, reveling in the salty-sweet taste, and he liberally applied the lube to her hairy asshole and his own cock, before handing it to Olberic to do the same, while H’aanit took one of the tablets.
“I would recommend putting it in your pussy first,” Primrose coached. “Then your ass, and finally your mouth. Be thankful that these three gentlemen are going to fuck you for your pleasure too, and that you aren't some lump of meat to them. They won’t hurt you.”
H’aanit looked nervous but determined, and nodded at Olberic, who lay down, grasping H’aanit’s airborne leg, guiding his hot cock to her pussy, and thrusted deep, causing her to see stars as she felt pain unlike any other. She howled, grabbing Olberic’s arm tightly, and waking Linde who looked up, and went back to sleep.
She reached down. “I-I’m bleeding?! What is…?”
Primrose reached down and wiped up the blood with a nearby tissue while kissing her cheek. “It's normal. It was proof of your virginity, that this is your first time having sex. The pain will subside soon.”
True enough, the throbbing pain did go away, and Olberic slowly started moving his hips when she stopped gripping his arm so hard, pushing his whole length as deep as it could go, the small hole nestled firmly against her womb. With a nod to his backdoor partner, Therion spread H’aanit’s butt cheeks wide open and roughly pressed the flared head into the puckered brown hole.
“I-I do not believe it will fi-!” H’aanit’s voice caught in her throat as the cock invaded her colon, smoothly sliding into her ass. Her legs kicked and toes curled as every single inch of Therion poked and prodded deep in her rectum, her eyes rolling back as he settled with his full length inside her, only connected by a small muscular ring. She felt both cocks pressing against the thin wall separating her womanhood and her guts, causing intense pressure she’d never felt before.
“I would say that she likes anal,” Primrose said with a smile.
“I would say that we need someone else other than you and I in the party who does, eh Prim?” Alfyn interjected, shooting glances at the thief. He carefully opened H’aanit’s mouth and separated her lips with his cock, easing it into her while not cutting off her air, and as such, he didn’t go as deep as he could've, but even still, it prodded at the girl’s tonsils. H’aanit’s tongue clumsily tasted the odd fluid oozing from the tip, savouring the odd but sweet taste, careful not to bite on it.
“Just let him glide in your mouth, or move your head, and suck,” Primrose instructed. “You can use your tongue too, once you’re more practiced.” H’aanit created a small practice suction in her mouth, eliciting a moan from Alfyn. Primrose giggled. “You’re a natural! Don’t break her, boys, I want a taste of her afterward,” Primrose called out before planting her wet lips on H’aanit’s erect nipple, one hand pinching the other nipple, while the other found her own pussy. On Primrose’s behest, the three synchronously pulled back, followed by a deep push, which elicited a small stifled scream from the once-fearsome hunter.
She felt her lower body fill with every desperate thrust from the “swordsmanship” of her companions. Therion and Olberic’s rods collided inside her, her body’s walls between her vagina and rectum straining under the combined attack. Up top, she felt two balls swing into her cheek as Alfyn carefully slid into her inexperienced mouth while she bobbed her head and sucked in return. And sandwiched in between all this chaos, her chest was being electrified by Primrose’s expertly placed kisses, nibbles, and pinches. Needless to say, but H’aanit had never felt anything even remotely close to this level of being before.
To the surprise of absolutely no one, with these four new friends, all of whom H’aanit had fallen for, all in one big orgy centered around her, she came. She came hard. Her fluids sprayed all over Olberic’s torso, and her legs began to shake uncontrollably. Her breath grew shaky. Her eyes rolled back. She kicked and flailed as her body flung itself through wave after wave of dopamine pulses, coaxing the penile invaders to deposit their precious cargo.
Olberic jammed his cock as deep as he could reach, and a second later, so did Therion. H’aanit felt warm liquid filling her privates, causing another round of powerful orgasmic pleasure. Alfyn pulled his cock out of H’aanit’s mouth, and blasted a thick load of his cum all over the hunter’s face, coating her hair, nose, cheeks, and chin with it. Primrose playfully bit gently bit on H’aanit’s nipple, causing yet another round of orgasm, and Prim’s fingers soon made the dancer mirror the hunter. H’aanit could barely breathe, and with a dopey smile plastered on her flush face, her world went dark.
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Primrose was lying next to her, looking her in the eye when she awoke. The morning sun made her hair glow a brilliant orange. “Pleasant dreams?”
“Oh… Oh! Um… N-no… Nothing of particular note.” She was ashamed that she had such a lewd dream, and of complete strangers! “It just beith the usual dreams of girls my age…” She silently chastised the wetness between her legs.
Primrose smiled and propped her head up with one hand. “And would that dream be…sensual in some way?” H’aanit looked surprised. “Did it involve you taking on three cocks in all your holes like a champ while I sucked your tits? Or maybe getting your face coated and getting filled by massive creampies? Or maybe it was me, cleaning you up after your little night of debauchery, including eating little bits of cum that was dried to your hairy snatch, all while you slept soundly?”
H’aanit was taken aback. “Th-that b-beith real?”
“I told the boys to stay at the inn regardless.” Primrose arose from the bed, stretching her large chest in the morning sun, feeling the cool air chill her bare skin. “We’ll be heading out today,” she said, dressing in her clothes (although that barely left much more to the imagination). “We’re heading north to the Frostlands.”
“You will beith wearing that? You shall freeze to your death!” H’aanit rose, unashamed in her nudity.
“Well, you can come with us. I could always use a nice warm girl to cuddle with…” She said, biting her finger alluringly. “Or maybe I’ll use our next companion. I like the church girls anyway. They’re always such sluts behind closed doors.” She flashed a smile at her bare companion. "Maybe you'll have that dream again."
"I do hope so."
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AN: maybe I'll continue this, maybe not. In any case, thanks for reading.
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