Lewdborne prt 2: The Vicar by a Random Anon

“Remain wary of the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young…”

The woman chanted to herself in the cathedral, surrounded by an oppressive emptiness. Her voice echoed against the marble, filling the air with her wavering voice. She clutched the pendant in her hands tightly, so tight the edges were making deep raw impressions in her hands, not enough to bleed just yet, but any tighter and it would be soaked in blood. Which was the last thing she needed right now.

“Were it not for fear, death would go unlamented.”

She kept repeating her mantra, trying to push out the panic in her mind, the guilt in her soul.

The quiver in her blood.

 “Seek the old blood.”

That’s what she and her church had done. It was supposed to be the righteous path, spreading the blood and furthering humanity. Everything they’d done was in the name of helping mankind transcend its earthly shackles.

And now Yharnam burned. Its people mad, or worse. Beasts roamed the streets, and any church member with the strength to fight them was among their number. She was probably the last. Vicar to an empty church.

She didn’t want this. She didn’t want this awful fate. She had followed in her forbears’ footsteps and lead her followers to the best of her ability, but all it lead to was ruin.

She had hoped, with vain, contemptible pride that she would be the one to succeed where others had failed, where even the venerable Laurence had not succeeded. She would be the one to bring true enlightenment, evolve all of Yharnam and place them on equal measure with the gods.

"Let us pray, let us wish... to partake in communion."

But it was a pitiful lie to herself. The church had become little more than a clean-up crew, fighting in vain against the growing beast scourge, the Choir had been silent for so long, and the Church of Mensis had retreated away from the rest of the church for years now. Every hero of the church had fallen to the beasts… or succumbed to the blood.

And so would she. She could feel it, had felt it as soon as the night’s hunt had commenced. Sweat beaded oner brow as she felt her muscles tense up again, almost paralyzing her. Her blood felt hot and her skin felt tight. Too tight. She wanted out. Out. Out. OUT.

She shook her head and bit down hard on her lip to hold her focus. It worked, but she frantically forced herself to ignore how her tongue lapped up the blood from her lip, how it savored the sweet taste with grim satisfaction.

She had to focus. She was pure, she could overcome.

"Let us partake in communion... and feast upon the old blood."

Blood. Blood blood blood. Bloooooood. Salty coppery -blood-. She wanted more. Wanted more of the sweet holy blood. It would make her strong, it would make her beautiful.

She hissed at her thoughts. Hating how they were right. A side effect of the blood made a woman’s body supple and perfect. She was well past the days of youth but her skin was smooth and her chest strained against her bodice sinfully.

“Our thirst or blood satiates us. soothe’s our fears.”

She wanted to tell herself her partaking in communion was just to get closer to the gods. But no, she knew that a side of herself wanted the rush, the pleasure that came with improving her body. Her thighs rubbed against each other while she thought about drinking deep of that holy elixir. She clutched the pendant tighter.

“Seek the old blood.”

She was a vicar. Most venerated position in the church of healing. She wasn’t going to succumb she was above this. She would be holy through the blood, not a beast. She was not a beast. -She was a good girl-.

That last thought sent a pulse through her body. Her teeth ached and she wanted to bite deep into something.

"But beware the frailty of men. Their wills are weak, minds young."

He head hurt. Throbbing behind her temples. She wanted to bite and scratch at whatever was hurting her. It was a bad thing. She didn’t like the pain. She wanted to drink sweet sweet blood and find someone to make her body feel good.

Someone to quell the quiver in her loins, oh god she was wanton. Dripping wet. Warm. Hot. Wanted to fill it. Wanted to find someone to bend her over and BREED her.

Wrong wrong these were wrong thoughts, it was bad to want to cum and scream and bite and howl and drink and mate and lick hot warm blood from big strong mate who smelled good. Smelled like blood.

“Seek the old blood.”

Mmmm yesss, seek it, seek some big snarly boy and make him taste her.

“The foul beasts will dangle nectar and lure the meek into the depths.”

She had to stop it. Had to stop the beast inside from getting any control. If she could just last the night, last this dreadful hunt maybe she would hold together, regain her mind and keep leading the church and make up for all this madness.

“Remain wary of the frailty of men…”

If she just held fast, just held to her convictions…

Then there was a smell in the air. The sound of footsteps. It was a musky smell. Notes of blood and leather and some indescribable smokey -maleness- Oh gods. Oh GODS.

She would have turned to look, but the smell was the last straw breaking her resolve. She wheezed, looking at her pendant in desperation. -FEAR THE OLD BLOOD- was written on it.

Blood.

The word was the last human thought she had, as she grasped at her neck in sudden agony, screaming in unimaginable pain as her body tensed, and stretched, then BURST.

The creature held the shiny small nice in its hands as it turned to face the intruder. It smelled like blood. Blood.

BLOOD.

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The hunter had fought tooth and nail through the cathedral district, grim fucked up preachers and fucking GIANTS everywhere. The more he saw what the blood could do the less he liked relying on it every time something got a good hit in on him. The more unease he felt by the rush he experienced when swinging wildly at foes who had just hurt him, feeling his body actually recover just out of pure carnage.

But he had found a few people, directed them over to the Oedon Chapel, felt a little better knowing a few sane, mostly sane at least, people were out of harm’s way.

He had come here to find out what the hell Paleblood was, what it meant to end the scourge of beasts. He had finally made his way to the towering cathedral, the goddamn thing that loomed over the rest of the city. Made him more nervous than any of the giants.

He gripped the handle of his hammer. It still shocked him how he was able to lift it without his bones snapping. Blood ministration was no snake oil, that’s for damn sure. He wasn’t sure what he’d find in there, but he prepared for the worst.

But then his chest welled with hope. There was a human voice! Someone praying, sure it sounded loopy but so did everything in this town. He just needed to walk on over and maybe, just maybe get some clear answers.

But then she stopped, and clutched at her chest, and -exploded-.

As he saw the great shaggy beast before him, its eyes covered by the remnants of what was the woman’s robe, he grimaced under his mouth covering. This was going to get rough.

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>Hurt. HURT. HURRRRRT

The beast screamed in rage. This THING had come into her place smelling of BLOOD.  The tiny smell was LOOKING AT HER! It wanted the smell to GO AWAY. She would crush it, tear it, EAT IT! Drink its blood and make the hurt go away!

“RREEEEEEEEUUUUUUGHHHGGH!”

She slammed her fist down at the tiny smell, hoping to smear its blood all over the ground.

>GO AWAY SMELL! NO LOOK! HURTS!

“RRREEEEAAAAAUUUUUUUUGHGHGHGGHH!”

Her massive fist still held on to the precious nice shiny. It was important. It was.. was… It was its shiny nice! Never let it go!

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SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT

The Hunter dashed around the cathedral hall as fast as his legs could push him. This, this THING was the biggest monster he’d seen yet, and it was crazy pissed! He didn’t know WHY the hell he thought something not-horrible would happen when he came here but STILL!

He hoisted his hammer and swung it down on the creature’s left arm, making it scream even louder in pain, making his ears ring. He made a mental note to check if the messenger’s shop sold earplugs. What was even worse than the screaming though was this fucked up -smell- in the air. It made his head fog up whenever he caught a whiff of it.

He shook his head clear of confusion just in time to dodge a swipe from her massive claws.

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>Bad tiny smell hurt! Hurt! BAD! Why was so bad? Why not go away?! Just want alone! Alone in big place with shiny nice!

It snarled, breathing heavily as it held back its injured arm. There was something else agitating the beast, something in the air.

>Was it smell? Why smell? Smell smelled… smelled good. Strong blood smell… NO! BAD SMELL! WAS TRICK I! No I get tricked by bad smell! I smart! I good!

It remembered the good of its shiny nice, and held it close to its chest and focused. Warm good nice feelings coursed through its body.

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What the hells, this thing could heal itself? Whatever holy magic it wielded in its human life seemed to be retained enough to channel through that golden pendant in its grip.  -He had to separate that thing from its pendant-

Okay, how to do that? The thing always kept a death grip on the thing. Which meant he needed to put the hurt on that arm. It slammed its fist down at him again, and he made sure to charge up his swing with all the force he could. As soon as it started roaring in pain, pulling its arm back, he grabbed his pistol and aimed for its wrist. He prayed very hard that this was going to work.

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*BANG*

The creature squealed in pain, and screamed in horror as it felt the shiny nice slip from its grip.

>NO! BAD!

She heard it scatter across the floor but couldn’t see it.

>Nice! Needed my nice! Ugly without my nice! Bad without my nice!

She had almost entirely forgotten the hunter, obsessed with finding her pendant. Clutching its head in anguish with one hand, wildly scrabbling along the ground with the other.

She didn’t even notice the hunter running behind her, scooping the pendant up in his hands.

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Alright, he had taken her magic trick away at least. he studied the thing in his hand. How had it managed to heal her like that? He idly shook in it his hands, half hoping he could get it to work for him. No dice…

Heh, the stupid thing paid no attention to him while he hid behind its massive shaggy rear end. It paid him no mind and just kept screaming in anguish. But there was that -smell- again… Even worse than when he was in front of the thing. What was making that damn scent?

He groaned as he noticed the sudden erection straining in his pants. Really? NOW? He had dealt with sudden awkward boners all night, but he thought even his DICK understood that this was a bad fucking situation to feel horny right now!

God, that smell though… Warm, musky… -Needy.-

 He grit his teeth, staring at the creatures behind. Was… was that the source of it?

Without thinking, he reached out his hand…

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>Where?! WHERE WAS NICE?!

The creature whimpered and screamed in growing dismay. The pendant was her last thread of her sense of self. She needed it, she didn’t understand why but she knew it would be all over if she lost it. Why couldn’t she find it? She would forget all! All of her would go!

>PLEASE! PLEASE COME BACK NICE! NEED YOU!

Suddenly, something touched her hip, and she yelped in surprise.

>Touch?! Who touch!? Smell?!

She sniffed the air. The tiny smell was a big one now… It wasn’t a bad smell now… Big strong smell, like she wanted…

>Noooooo! Smell hurt! Bad! Needed to find shiny nice!

Breath on her body, the smell was touching her again! Rubbing her fur!

“HHhhHHnnnNNNN!” She whimpered.

>N-no touch there smell! B-bad! Go away! No want you touch!

It was getting close to her womanhood, or more accurately beast-hood, and was taking long deep breaths of her scent, pumping out more of its own body scent in turn. She panted as her nose was stuffed with the odor.

>Smell… Smell… good smell want taste… Taste yummy smell good… strong mate smell… mate mate mate mate mate MATE!

She turned , tongue lolling from her mouth to stare down the smell.


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He couldn’t resist, as much as his higher brain functions told him to stop dicking around and kill this thing, he had to taste more of that smell. He felt a growled of satisfaction build in his throught as he sensed the beast start pumping out the smell twice as strongly. His magic touch worked~ He’d have this bitch kneeling before him, begging for him to WHAT WAS HE SAYING?!

His mental battle was stopped before it could start when the best reached its massive neck back behind itself and stared him down. The sleeves of its minuscule robe wobbled to and fro as it sniffed excitedly at him. It licked its chops and reached with one of its massive arms, grasping him in its fist. All beastly bravado evaporated as he was hoisted up to face-hight with the creature.

He did NOT like how it was licking its lips at him. He struggled in vain, but its grip was like steel! And the more he squirmed, the more excited the beast seem to get.

Suddenly, a massive wet feeling smeared across his entire body. Oh -gods- it was licking him!

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>Smell Smell Smell! Got you smell! You mine!

She licked the smell it was good and had blood on it yummy yummy blood. It wriggled in her hands and it made more smell and it smelt goooooood. She wanted the good smell forever.

>Tasty smell! You like? You like I smell?

She pressed the smell into her ruff, liking how it felt to have a living thing moving against her fur.

>Or you want… Smell more strong? Know where smell is~

She leered at the smell, and began lowering him down to her belly, down to her smell place. His body rested against the soft squishy bumps along her front, six of them in total. It felt good and tingly to rub him against those, but she wanted him to smell!

>Smell me, smell! Smell I smell and you smell and we taste and mate!

He squirmed against her tender areas and she moan-growled, a deep throaty bestial noise that reverberated through the cathedral.

>Yessssss smell I, taste I, me smell for you tiny smell! Touch! Touch and taste and lick and MATE!

She pressed him harder against her flesh, grinding against her paw. She had lost herself fully to the lust, forgetting her former self, forgetting her shiny nice, forgetting everything but the urge to rut.

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Oh god, oh gods, oh gods this was not right.

The weird thing had stopped wanting to kill him, which was good, but now it was treating him like some fucked up toy, licking at him, making weird chirpy growls at him, rubbing him against her neck fluff. Honestly her fur didn’t feel that bad. He had noted when he had started groping her ass that it felt surprisingly silky for a blood-crazed monster.

Getting jostled around was making him dizzy as hell though, and her fucking SMELL wasn’t helping! Would this fucking thing stop jerking him around and let him go! Stop teasing him and just let him get a good face full of her fucking whore beast musk? Wait… no that-

His unintended wish was granted, however, when the thing suddenly started moving his body lower, and lower, and oh dear oh no oh this is bad.

His head swam in a cloud of fuck fumes as the beast rubbed him against her quivering mound. It had a velvety coat of fur, and dripped with beads of pure scent. His rational thoughts were preoccupied by freaking the fuck out, so his baser urges had free reign to direct him to shake his mouth covering loose and start -feasting-.

He snarled in eagerness, and began lapping against her giant folds, nearly burying his head fully in her snatch. HiIt was warm and wet and stank of lust and he would devour every last drop of it! His vision went red, and he fantasized of bending the massive creature over and taking her, physiological incompatability be damned! He would make her SQUEAL like the bitch she was! He was the fucking HUNTER! And his pussy was her fucking PREY!

He heard her yelp and whine in pleasure. -Good- Finally she’d learn to let him down and then he could -really- make her howl.

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>FEEL GOOD! LICK! MAAAAAAATE!

“RROOOUUUAAAAAOOOOOOOUUUUU!” She cried. Her body shuddered as the tiny smell dove in and made her feel so good and sweet and hot. She wanted more, wanted the smell to grab her and squeeze her and -fill- her!

The feeling from his ministrations got her hornier and hornier, and just before she reached the sudden peak, she SHOVED HIM against her body as hard as she could as she gushed hot sticky love all over him.

>Loooove. Mate. Loooove to maaaaaate…. Mate me smell! Love meeeeeeee~

Her grip slackened, and the smell fell ot the ground. For a breif second she was terrified that the smell would run away.

>Nooo smell stayyyy~ Maaaate! Me be good! Love and lick and mate you always!

She had completely fallen in lust, the previous battle a distance memory. She just wanted to be filled and to taste and love and FUCK! That was the word! Fuck!

>Fuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuck meeeeee!

She whined and whimpered, and lowered her face down to his level, pleading with him to stay and fuck her. She neeeeeeeeded strong male smell!

He stepped forward, hesitatingly. His eyes were wide, like he was in a trance. She growled in delight.

>Yes, stayyyy, you like taste me?

She turned around, presenting herself to him. Her femininity towered over him but logic had no place here. He would find a way to make her feel good and right. Good and FILLED.

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The hunter couldn’t move away. He was free now, drenched head to toe in ungodly fluids, but he could try and run, use one of those hunters marks and get the fuck out of here. But no… No it was too late for that. It was like with the doll, he could feel this pulse pounding desire flood his senses, and he knew there was no walking away from the presenting beast.

Not when he needed release as badly as her. He moved forward, groping her meaty thighs again. Now that the terror of battle was past, he could truly appreciate her form. Her rear was cloaked in a massive skirt of fir, but he could see the feminine curves of it, the fertile -plushness- of her hips. He gripped her tightly with one hand, and teased the lips of her yearning chasm with the other. She whimpered, sinking her snout even lower to the ground.

>Why tease I? Maaaaaate…

He could sense the frustration in her whines, beginning to feel an odd clarity of understanding with the giant beast. He’d stop teasing alright… His mind flashed back to that giant pig he had fought in the sewers.

He reared back his hand, feeling the muscles swell with raw primal energy, and THRUST his arm into her.

“YIPE!”

She whined, body reeling from the sheer FORCE of the thrust. He could feel her body jostle to and fro. He was jarred from his smug pride by her suddenly clamping her walls down around his arm. He had to struggle against the ground not to get sucked in! He laughed, loving how badly she wanted him inside her.

Still… this made him think about just HOW he could satisfy her. As confident in the size of his rod as he was, he know it wouldn’t do much for her, and further attempts to use his extremities would probably lead to a very unusual case of suffocation.

His more intelligent side finally came up for air, and his primal side put it in a headlock and forced it to come up with something, and it did, and he grinned.

He wrenched his arm free, much to the beast’s dismay. He slid his sword back into the hammerhead on his back and felt it click into place. He hefted the heavy object, testing its weight with a mad gleam in his eyes.

The beast whined, wondering why the good smell had stopped.

>Horny need mate please fuck need cum I good girl good girl want fill please smell please please please

Her prayers were answered as he thrust the hammer, head first, straight into her churning depths.

“OOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOH!” She howled, thrashing her head as the mass of iron was forced inside her body.

He had a solid grip on the shaft of his hammer, and began roughly shoving it back and forth into her massive drooling cunt, luxuriating in her cries and her scent. Every shuddering orgasm he caused sent shockwaves of vibration up his arms, and he felt his own body heat up in sympathy. His pants strained to hold back his maleness as he kept thrusting and thrusting, never tiring, driving his big beautiful bitch to pleasure induced madness.

He could feel it, her release, her joy from the wanton fucking he was gifting her with. They were alone in this massive church worshipping the almighty orgasm, and lo were they experiencing true rapture.

>SMELL! LOVE SMELL! LOVE LOVE FUCK LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE SMELL!

He buried his face against her rump, nestling against her warm silky fur. Without understanding why, his soul felt like responding to her inarticulate cries in affirmation, that he felt the same as her, felt the same primale ecstasy, the same closeness! To hell with blood, THIS was the true blessed elixir!

Finally, he slumped over, resting his weight on the hammer still lodged inside his lover. He heard her crooning softly, as softly as a giant wolf monster could anyway, and felt her scoop him up in her hands.

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>Smell so good, smell so nice… Make feel good and cum…

She looked at him, laying back exhausted in the cup of her palms. She grinned as best her snout allowed her, and exhaled a hot puff of air onto him.

>Now I make smell feel good and cum….

She gently nibbled at his pants, managing to work them free from his body, exposing his manhood. It was small to her, but it didn’t matter, it was red and hard and smelled the best smell ever. She loved her good smell. Hers. Yes. It was HER smell, and she was HIS.

>Love you smell me love you want lick yum

She lapped at his crotch, delighting how he squirmed. Now she was the one in control! He was too worn out to fight back, and she was too horny to stop. His taste was heavenly, good as blood, BETTER than blood!

She heard him groan, and sped up her licking.

>Come on give me taste want to taste yummy you let me taste please want want want

Suddenly, his arms gripped her snout, holding her in place with impossible strength as he rammed into her mouth, releasing his seed in molten hot spurts. It was better than her simple mind could conceive, and she whined in joy as she lapped it deeper down her throat.

>So good! So good smell! Love!

The exertion of their lovemaking finally hitting her, she let out a snort of air from her canine nose, and clutched her good smell to her chest, nestling him amongst her breasts.She laid down onto her side, moved her face close to his, and slept.

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Warm… So warm and soft…

The hunter awoke, surrounded by pillows of breast-flesh, and the gentle breathing of a half-asleep wolf monster rushing past his left side. He looked around himself in shock, then settled down.

It was messed up, but at least this had ended better than his last few fights. Though that thought gave him pause…

He gently held out his hand towards her snout. “Hey… you still in there? Whoever you are?”

The creature snuffed at his hand, and made a confused sound.

“RRRR?”

“You’re still not trying to eat me so that’s a good sign I guess… Do you remember anything?”

She cocked her head at him.

>Why mate say word?

Thinking for a second, he remembered the thing he’d grabbed and stuffed into his coat pocket… He rummaged around, digging past his supply of burning cocktails and blood vials, until he finally found the gold pendant he had nabbed from her.

“This still mean anything to you? He said, offering it gently.”

She stared at it, uncomprehendingly, snuffling at it, before realization struck her.

>Shiny… Nice… Mine… My good… Me good? Still good?

She whined, a pitiable, sorrowful sound. Tears trickled out from under her eye covering.

“Shhh, shhh it’s okay.” He said, patting her nose gently. “You’re a…” This felt weird to say but it was all he could come up with. “Good girl?”

She seemed to respond to that, happily licking him.

“Okay! okay Your’e definitely a good girl! Now stoppit I’m dirty enough already!” He said, laughing.

She held back, and gently nosed his hand holding the pendant, pushing it back towards him.

He gave her a questioning look. Why give it to him?

He swore he felt a response, the answer inserting itself in his thoughts without any discernible source.

>You my nice now.

He smiled, and pet her face.

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Some time later, the hunter left to continue his quest for paleblood, and to end the terrible night of the hunt. Armed with new knowledge to gain access to Byrgenwerth, and emboldened with the brief companionship of a friendly beast. He had promised her he’d visit her, and, though communication was very one-sided with her, she seemed to understand.

He bade her to be good, and he made his way back to the Hunter’s Dream, to cash in the surge of experience he had gained from taming her.

The doll would surely like his newfound confidence.