Hunter's Rise Ch. 25 - Pupil 25

No characters (both humans and non-humans) are below the age of consent.

Also, this is one of the more story-focused chapters.

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Zara didn't believe her eyes at first when she noticed the girl in the park.

The girl was sitting in a wheelchair, completely motionless. Her wavy, white blonde hair was so long it almost reached her hips. She was dressed in a gothic outfit: a Victorian-style black dress, black lace choker, nails and lips were black as well. Even her custom wheelchair had some gothic aesthetics with some delicate iron filigree designs.

"Um... ugh... hello," Zara gestured as she approached the girl, "Do you need some help? Or waiting for somebody?"

"Nah, I just wait for my fucking mentor to start the course," the girl said, although her mouth didn't move, just like the rest of her body.

"What..."

"I'm behind you," Zara heard a voice.

She turned around to see the spitting image of the girl in the wheelchair as if she were her twin. But something was off about her. She looked almost translucent.

"Oh! I am sorry. You must be her sister, I guess," Zara said.

"No, this, useless pile of flesh is not my sister, it's me," the girl replied and she became semi-seethrough.

"What the...?" Zara gasped.

"You have to let me go," the girl said as she began to elevate toward the sky, "The crash was ten years ago, it wasn't your fault."

"What the fuck?!" was all that Zara could say as the girl disappeared.

Suddenly, she heard screaming. The girl became visible once again and she fell to the ground and began to sink into it.

"They are going to send me to Hell! The Flying Spaghetti Monster is the true religion! Spread the word to the world!" she yelled as she sank into the ground.

Zara stayed there with her thoughts and the wheelchair-bound girl.

Then the silence was interrupted by a loud giggle as the semi-translucent girl floated out from the ground.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," she chuckled, "Keller Faulkner," she stuck out her see-through hand.

Zara tried to shake it but her fingers went through it.

"Sorry, you can't touch me because I'm just an astral projection, thanks to my Astral Al augmentation. But you can shake my real hand over there," she pointed at her body in the wheelchair.

"Ah!" Zara responded, "How does this work actually?"

"My body? It doesn't work. That's why I got this augmentation. I would be trapped in my body without it," Keller explained.

"I meant your powers," Zara corrected.

"Nothing special. I can create a projection to leave my body behind, although I can't go too far, otherwise, my power turns off and I'll wake up in my useless body again. Oh, I almost forgot, I can do this," Keller floated to her body and her astral hand touched her real hand as if trying to pull it in, like clothes. Suddenly, her real fingers began to twitch slightly.

"I can provide a small mobility for my body by "possessing" it, but I can't really use it in a fight, it is just only good for helping to exercise so my muscles won't rot on me. I can also move other objects if I really want it."

"Good morning, pupils," Aritimi appeared near them, "Are you ready?"

"What unit are we going to visit?" Keller's ghostly form asked.

"It's going to be special, just like you," Aritimi winked.

"Please, don't make me laugh," Keller said, "Seriously, I can get a heart attack from it."

"Just follow me," Aritimi began to walk toward the HQ behind them.

"You're not going to open a portal?" Zara asked.

"We don't need it now," she replied as she took the stairs.

"Wait. At least open a portal for Keller," Zara protested as she followed Aritimi up the stairs.

"No need for it," she pointed at Keller in the chair.

The chair began to move, seemingly on its own. As it reached the metal railing, the chair, with the immobile Keller sitting in it, jumped into the air and landed on the top of the railing with one wheel and began rolling until the end where it jumped off to land beside Zara. It was like a weird skateboard trick just with a wheelchair.

"Where are we going?" Zara asked as they went deeper inside the HSA's HQ. People were turning heads. After all, one of the top hunters was walking across the place with a tomboy and a wheelchair-bound goth girl.

Half an hour later.

"Just admit it, you have no idea where we have to go," Zara snickered.

"I... know it. I just rarely had to come here. That's all," Aritimi replied frustratedly.

At last, they found themselves at a huge double door with a woman waiting for them.

"Finally, I thought you got lost, Timi," the woman greeted them with a stern look.

"Sorry, but this place is huge," she shrugged, "Pupils, she is Gretchen Elsher. The Master Scholar of the Lorekeepers."

"Hi, girls. Our job is to protect the HSA's knowledge for the future generations of monster hunters," Gretchen introduced her unit.

She looked like a typical librarian. Glasses, neat bun, a stern look that said she'd shush anyone at a moment's notice. She wore a white button-up shirt, all buttons in their place, leaving no visible cleavage. A tight grey skirt that stopped around her knees. Black semi-see-through stockings with a matching pair of black high heels.

From all of Aritimi's friends Zara has seen so far, Gretchen must be the oldest because her hair was completely grey. She had a few wrinkles but otherwise, she didn't look bad. If her hair had died, she could have looked years, maybe decades younger. She had a nice hourglass shape, accentuated by her tight uniform.

"Your other pupils, led by that Japanese girl, managed to find me within ten minutes yesterday," Gretchen teased.

"I could probably have done the same if I was allowed to open portals inside the building. It is sometimes hard to locate things when I only approach them on foot."

"Enough of your excuses. Let's go and do what you came for," Gretchen gestured toward the door.

They followed Gretchen through the door, but the inside was just another room with another large door, but this one looked like those that they had in the Crypt. Also, a security guard was waiting for them.

"Since we are about to enter the section where we keep a lot of important information, we have some extra security," Gretchen explained.

They tried to get closer, but the guard stopped them.

"Unfortunately, I can't let you go further, yet," he said.

"Oh, yeah the protocol," Gretchen reminded herself, "Sorry girls, but you have to take off all of your clothes, and then Carl will search you for anything suspicious. We cannot be enough cautious you know," she gestured toward a row of small cubicles at the wall. Each had a big curtain as a door, just like the fitting rooms in a clothes shop.

"Take off your clothes. Place them into one of these," she picked up some plastic boxes to give them, "Once you finished, give the box to Carl. Your belongings will be in good hands, don't worry."

"Um... there's one more thing," Carl the guard added, "Since we got someone special like Aritimi here, I got an order to be extra cautious. Even if you have to do it as them, Miss Elsher."

"You know, Gretchen. Take off your clothes and give them to him," Aritimi winked smugly.

"But..."

"I'm just following my higher-ups' orders. That's the protocol," Carl cut her short.

Aritimi didn't need the cubicle. She took off her jumpsuit right in front of everyone. Carl almost gasped as he witnessed this.

"Ugh... wait," he snapped back to reality, "Do you need some help?" he looked at the wheelchair-bound Keller.

"Thanks but I learned how to dress and undress alone with my powers," appeared Keller's astral projection like a ghost. Then she wheeled herself into the closest cubicle. Zara did the same and then Gretchen as well once she admitted defeat.

Zara was the first to leave with her clothes in the box.

"Now I have to search all of you," Carl said.

"You can start with me," Aritimi offered.

"Alright," he nodded.

Carl's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he began his search, his hands moving over Aritimi's body with the grace of a sculptor's touch, though the situation was anything but artistic.

He lifted Aritimi's left breast with a trembling hand, feeling the warmth of her flesh and the weight of it. He then moved on to the other breast to see there was nothing hidden beneath it.

"Now you," he stepped to Zara.

"Fine," she handed him the box and stopped with arms stretched out.

Carl wasted no time. He approached Zara. The tension in the air was thick with embarrassment and discomfort. He began to pat Zara down, his hands moving over her body awkwardly. Her muscular arms, her firm abs, the curve of her hips, and then her bush.

Gretchen was the next. She awkwardly covered her soft, heavy breasts, and her pussy with her arms. Her box was on the ground and she kicked it toward the young guard.

"Sorry, but you have to give it to me and you cannot cover yourself. You know, the protocol," Carl instructed.

Gretchen, with a beet-red face, lowered her left arm. Her breast fell out of her embrace. They were huge, heavy, and saggy.

"Um... you know, gravity isn't my friend," she mumbled.

Gretchen's breasts, once perky and firm, had succumbed to the relentless pull of gravity and age. They now hung low, slightly below her navel. The skin, once taut and youthful, was now adorned with the soft folds that gathered around the base. Each breast was like a heavy fruit ripe and full. Her pink nipples pointed southward, the areolae stretched wide, contrasting her alabaster skin that had seen better days.

Her pubic hair was a greyish mess, untouched by any kind of razor. It looked like it was a wild forest down there.

Carl's hands hovered over Gretchen's body, trying to remain as clinical as possible. He placed one hand below the right breast and gently lifted it. The scene was pretty awkward because, unlike in Zara's and Aritimi's case, he actually had to lift it higher to check everything. He then did it to the other one. Gretchen's face was red as if all the blood in her body gathered there.

Then he checked Gretchen's bush. It was a wild grey jungle which took him a little bit longer than the other two.

"My body is ready," Keller rolled out from the cubicle with the box in her lap, the clothes inside folded neatly.

"You were pretty quick," Zara complimented.

"Thanks, I got a routine, and I can move light objects with my astral hands without issues. Only the shoes can be tricky," she replied.

Keller's naked body was an interesting sight. Her skin was as pale as the moon at midnight, matching her long, white hair. Her ribs were faintly visible on her sides. Her breasts were nice C-cups, with dark pink nipples standing proudly erect, and they looked bigger because of how skinny Keller was. Her stomach was concave. Her white pubic hair was shaved into an arrow pointing down at her pink pussy lips. Her legs and arms were skinny but not as bony as Zara expected.

Carl took the box from her and checked her as well.

"Can we enter now?" Aritimi asked.

"Oh, there's one more thing I have to check," Carl said awkwardly, "Cavity search."

He checked the four women's mouths and nostrils, even their ear canals before asking them to turn around.

Aritimi was the first and leaned against the wall as she bent over.

"Spread your legs," Carl instructed.

Aritimi did as she was told.

"Um... please spread your buttocks with your hands so I can have a better look and better access," Carl continued.

Aritimi complied. She reached around with both hands and spread her firm, round ass cheeks, her pink asshole and pussy on display. Carl's face was redder than a ripe tomato as he bent down and peered into the dark recesses of her body.

He inserted his gloved index finger into Aritimi's anus, moving it around with gentle but firm motions, ensuring that she isn't hiding anything internally. Aritimi's face contorts slightly but she remains silent, her eyes closed tightly.

"The next one, please," he said as he pulled on a new, clean glove.

Zara bent over next and spread her ass cheeks. As she felt Carl's finger enter her sensitive asshole, she couldn't help but tense up.

"Can you relax a little bit?" Carl asked, "I can't pull out my finger."

"Zara, be a good girl and give his finger back," Aritimi snickered, which made Keller chortle a little bit.

Aritimi and Zara then held up Keller's limp body for the inspection. Keller herself helped spread her asshole as much as possible. Carl gasped as she stared into the girl's gaping anus.

"Now only you remain," he spoke to Gretchen.

She looked like she was about to pass out in embarrassment but she complied. She bent over, her saggy breasts swinging as she did so, almost reaching the floor. She spread her legs wide open. Her asshole was hidden by her plump cheeks.

"Now, if you could spread your cheeks for me, please," Carl instructed.

Gretchen took a deep breath and reached back, her cheeks quivering as she pulled her buttocks apart. Carl could see her anus, pink and slightly puckered.

"Ah!" she yelped as Carl's finger slid into her, feeling his knuckle against her skin. He moved his digit around gently, ensuring he wasn't missing anything. Gretchen's face contorted, and she bit her lower lip to suppress any further noise.

It was over at last. They were allowed to enter the archives.

"Just one more thing," Carl said, pulling out a simple wheelchair from behind a desk. You have to use this wheelchair, which I already checked. Your custom-made one is not easy to examine quickly."

"No problems," Keller replied. Zara helped her move to the new chair. Keller's skin felt very cold, like touching a corpse.

The giant door hissed open. Inside, it looked like a massive library, with rows of high-tech computers on tables.

"Nice collection. But what are we gonna do here exactly?" Zara asked.

"Just a little history lesson, but it's going to be more intense than what you could see in the academy," Aritimi replied.

"This place is kinda empty. Where are the others?" Zara asked.

"I gave them a day off for today, except for the security personnel outside the archives. I don't want to be interrupted by anyone," Gretchen answered, holding her saggy breasts.

They followed Gretchen to an elevator on the other side of the room.

"We are going to visit a very special room that is only available to certain people among the Lorekeepers, and our higher-ups," she explained.

An elevator ride later.

They entered a long corridor with another high-tech metal door at the end.

Gretchen had to touch a screen with her index finger and she had to look into an eyeball scanner. For the last part, she typed in an extra-long password.

"Did you forget your password or what?" Aritimi asked frustratedly.

"You know I can't forget because of my Knowtopus brain cells," Gretchen replied, "My password is special to be sure that nobody can memorize it even if they look at it directly."

Finally, the door opened. The place was filled with large metal crates, and a super big black cube-like object in the middle of the room.

"I already got everything prepared inside," Gretchen explained as she opened the door on the black cube's side.

It was white with a small pillar in the middle.

"This is what we need," she picked up a small crystal that was placed on the pillar.

"What is this? And what kind of place is that?" Zara asked.

"This thing in my hand is crystallized memory, extracted from various dead monsters through history," Gretchen revealed, "This room had been created to allow everyone to view the memories without giving them a certain augmentation to do it."

"So those boxes out there..." Keller started.

"They are all filled with various memory crystals," Gretchen nodded, "Some of them contain information about fighting techniques. But we also have detailed examination of monster anatomies, evolutions, and various other information the HSA gathered during its existence."

"And the one in your hand?" Keller's astral body appeared beside Gretchen. She was as naked as her real self.

"That's a quick history lesson that we stitched together from various memory fragments," she answered.

"Let's take a look," Aritimi said.

"Alright," Gretchen nodded and placed the crystal into a small hole in the pillar's center.

Suddenly, the whole room changed. It was now a jungle with loud noises from every direction. The only thing that remained was the pillar in the middle.

"Whoa!" Zara gasped.

"Don't worry. That's just a replay of a memory. We are still inside the room," Aritimi responded.

"Khm... let's start," Gretchen cleared her throat, "Monsters existed in our world for a long time. Even the cavemen had their own struggles with them."

A naked, seemingly prehistoric woman appeared in front of them in the memory replay. She looked around nervously. Out of nowhere, a tall shadow appeared above her. It was from a reptilian monster with green scales, sharp teeth, and an erect cock. It was vaguely humanoid with a hunched back.

She tried to run away but the beast jumped at her. Its cock was rigid and thick, and covered in slime, like a natural lubricant.

Then the monster pinned the woman to the ground, forcefully spreading her legs apart. The creature's thick dick slammed into her, her screams echoing through the jungle as the beast began to pump in and out of her, its clawed hands digging into her soft flesh.

"One of the goals of the monsters since the beginning is to use humans as their breeding slaves," Gretchen continued her history lesson, "Apparently, any type of monster can reproduce with humans. Even the more animalistic ones, like the dire animals."

Gretchen touched the crystal and the scene changed to a large grassy field. Two native American girls were running across the field. They were chased by two Dire Foxes.

The first girl tripped and fell. The other tried to help her, but the monsters managed to catch up to them. One of the Dire Foxes tackled her to the ground, its fur brushing against her skin.

The monsters ripped off their clothes with claws and fangs and violated both girls in doggy style. Their cries of pain and fear were lost in the cacophony of the wild. The Dire Foxes had large cocks, thicker than any human's, and they didn't care if they hurt their human prey. They pushed their members deep into the girls, stretching them mercilessly.

Next scene.

Both girls were inside a cave, a Dire Fox den. They were sitting on the ground, breastfeeding a litter of newborn Dire Foxes. Their breasts were swollen and bruised, leaking milk from the constant suckling. They looked exhausted, their eyes devoid of hope. Worst, their bellies were large as if they were pregnant once again.

"Humanity began fighting against the monsters as soon as they could," Gretchen continued.

The next scene was a montage of humans from various times fighting against monsters. A caveman beating a Dire Crocodile to death with a club, tribesmen chasing away a Centaur with their arrows, knights in shining armor facing a dragon that breathed fire.

"Even though their numbers these days are skyrocketing, long ago we didn't have to worry about monsters that much. In certain ages, at some places they were only known as legends," Gretchen continued.

"Some monsters, like the dragons, preferred royal bloodlines and that's how the stories and fairy tales about dragons kidnapping the princesses started," she changed the scene.

A red, horse-sized dragon was fucking a young girl atop a pile of gold.

"These were partially true, but in reality, not just dragons were interested in choosing special bloodlines for their offspring and they often targeted other high-ranking women besides princesses."

"Let's talk about some of the monster species. That's next right?" Aritimi asked, "It was a long time ago we saw this lesson."

"Yes," Gretchen nodded, "Let's start with the Mimics."

"These creatures have the dangerous power to mimic the appearance of objects we trust."

Next scene, an African tribal woman runs from a hyena and grabs a spear to defend herself. The spear then wraps itself around her like a snake and the head slithers up into her pussy.

"They can attack from anywhere. They can even appear in our homes."

A Victorian-era bedroom was the next with an elegant lady dressed in a corset and a petticoat. She was screaming as a grand piano in the corner grew a pair of arms and legs. The piano Mimic's lid lifted, and a tentacle shot out, wrapping around her neck and pulling her closer to its body.

The elegant clothes were soon reduced to elegant confetti. Then the monster grow a phallus out of its piano body and started to thrust into the lady's pussy with high speed.

"Not even technology is an issue to their new generation."

A woman appeared on a couch with a laptop in her lap. Suddenly, a long tongue lashed out from it and ripped off her shorts. The woman tried to throw it away but the monster's appendage was already deep inside her pussy.

"Thanks to the Poe radiation counters, these days we can find out whether an object is a Mimic or not. Luckily, the new is not as hostile toward humans as the old ones."

"Nah, Mimics are boring," Aritimi faked a yawn, "Move on to the cooler monsters."

"Well, let's see what we know about Were Animals," Gretchen looked at the girls.

"They are creatures who can turn into a humanoid version of an animal. Regardless of what their base form is, their beast form is their true appearance," Zara explained.

"And they are also theorized to be some kind of Mimic mutation or alternative evolution since they usually pretend to be humans," Keller added.

"Yes, they are also one of the oldest monster species," Gretchen nodded.

A caveman appeared and a large snake was about to catch him, but he then began to change and revealed his Were-Sabertooth tiger form.

"Cats are lame," Aritimi snorted, "Bring me the best ones. The Werewolves."

"Of course, I was going to talk about them," Gretchen nodded.

In the next memory, a bunch of Were Animals were fighting. Rhinos, cats, horses, and even a hippo. Then a musclebound Wereolwlf appeared and fought them all. A few minutes later, everyone else aside from the world was on the ground, defeated.

"Werewolves are one of the strongest Were Animals, maybe the first ones."

"Show them that moment I like so much," Aritimi instructed, she was excited like a little girl.

In the next memory, they saw a busy market somewhere a long time ago. Judging by the language, it must take place in Italy.

An angry, naked man appeared and turned into a monster, a Were Elephant. He was almost the size of a building.

The people fled in terror.

He managed to grab a young woman with his giant arms and ripped off her clothes. His trunk slithered to the woman's pussy like a snake and began sniffing her with excitement.

His massive phallus began to erect. It was larger than a horse's cock. There's no way the woman could survive being impaled on it. The woman screamed in terror as she stared at the monster's member as she was lowered to it. Her pussy slightly touched the tip and it was about to breach her.

Suddenly, a hooded figure jumped onto the monster's head from a rooftop. It was carrying a spear.

The hooded person wasted no time and stabbed the spear into the monster's head through one of the eyes and impaled its brain.

The scene began to fade as the monster was lying on the ground, dying. Zara could hear the people gather around the monster slayer who carried the woman into safety, away from the defeated monster.

"Argento il Salvatore!" they were shouting.

"One of the biggest monster hunter families, the Argento family," Aritimi explained.

"Yes, even these days, the members of the legendary Argento family are the biggest monster hunters. One of the most famous of them, at least among the monster hunters, is Aritimi Argento," Gretchen added.

"I like this memory so much. This was an experimental technique back then," Aritimi explained, "People believed that only stabbing the monsters into the heart could kill them or decapitation, but my family liked experimenting and they created a lot of techniques that the HSA uses as a default method in the hunting and training."

In the next hour, Gretchen talked about the Vampires and other monsters and she also showed them some famous fights from the HSA's history.

"These were all impressive," Aritimi acknowledged, "But what I really wanted to see today is that new function you were talking about. Can we take a look at that as well?"

"Yes, of course, but it's just in the prototype phase yet," Gretchen replied.

"I don't mind it," Aritimi shrugged.

"Fine, but you will have to take responsibility if something happens," Gretchen warned her.

"Okay, just do it," Aritimi nodded.

Gretchen brought another crystal from a box.

"This is a new way to use the memory crystals. This way we try to simulate realistic scenarios with the monsters for training," Gretchen explained.

As she placed down the crystal, the room turned into a dungeon, lit by torches, and a bulky, beefy Minotaur appeared near them, covered in black fur.

"How does this feature work?" Aritimi asked.

"We got some preprogrammed behavior for the monsters we have in this data bank. The monsters will behave as their real counterparts would. Also, they are tangible in this simulation."

"Interesting," Aritimi nodded.

"You can also change what type of behavior you want from them. They can be merciless killers and fight with all their might or can be horny beasts fueled by lust and the urge to reproduce."

"Oh, let's test this," Aritimi grinned, "Zara, you will play with this Minotaur. I want to see if it can do everything like a real monster."

"Fine, but only this one," Zara rolled her eyes.

"Switch the behavior pattern to horny," Aritimi ordered.

"Got it," Gretchen nodded.

Zara stepped closer to the Minotaur. It had a huge long dick, 20 centimeters at least, and as a bonus, it was girthy as well.

The bull-man beast's eyes locked on Zara, and it let out a low, guttural growl. Its stiff member pulsed with preprogrammed excitement, as it took a step closer. Its hooves clomped on the cold, damp stone floor of the simulated dungeon.

It grabbed Zara with one hand and effortlessly forced her to her knees. The creature's cock was right in front of her face, and she could see the veins pulsing with excitement. It was clear that this simulation wasn't going to hold back.

"Open your mouth," Aritimi instructed, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Zara obeyed, her heart racing. The Minotaur took a step closer, its nonexistent breath hot and heavy. It angled its cock towards Zara, the tip touching her lower lip. She could feel the heat radiating off of it. Then Zara opened her mouth wide to accept the beast's offer. The moment the meaty glans slipped in between her lips, the Minotaur's grip on her tightened, then began to thrust.

Her eyes watered slightly as she deepthroated it, her tongue swirling around the invading shaft, feeling the monster's excitement grow as she worked her magic along its length. Keller's astral form hovered closer, watching with fascination as Zara took the Minotaur's cock down her throat.

It placed a hand on the back of Zara's head and pulled her head closer, making her gag around its massive cock. The Minotaur's grunts of pleasure filled the room.

"That was enough," Gretchen stopped it, "We shouldn't overwhelm the simulation."

Zara got to her feet. Ropes of saliva trickled down her skin.

"What did it feel like?" Aritimi was curious.

"It was very lifelike," Zara admitted.

"Our simulation is able to play with your senses so you can even feel the heat and the smell of the monsters," Gretchen explained.

"But aside from that, I could feel that something was off. Something was missing. Maybe it was just because I knew that it wasn't a real monster," Zara continued.

"Can I try it?" Keller asked.

"Of course," Gretchen tapped the crystal and the bull monster began to move again.

"I will wheel my real body closer to him and let's see if I can feel it in my mouth," Keller floated in front of the simulated monster. But before she could go back to her physical body, the Minotaur grabbed one of her ankles.

"What?" Keller gasped, "It touched my astral body without my help."

"These crystals are technically creating artificial astral projections. It's almost like your astral body, that's why it can touch you," Gretchen explained.

The Minotaur then grabbed Keller's other leg and spread them apart as it pulled the girl closer.

"Hey, can you stop it?" Keller asked. She tried to fight against the monster but it had a stronger astral body.

"Oh... it looks like I can't stop it," Gretchen said as the monster began to rub its erect cock's head against Keller's pussy.

"Why?" Zara asked.

"It got an order to do but got interrupted by something. Probably Keller's astral body caused some interference. Maybe it will start functioning normally once it finishes its task."

"Which is..." Zara started.

"Fucking Keller," Gretchen nodded.

"Oh fuck!" Keller felt the tip pressing against her pussy, the sensation shockingly real despite being a projection. The Minotaur's cock was hot and rough, and she could feel the tip spreading her lips apart. She struggled, but her ethereal form was no match for the beast's artificial strength.

"Aritimi, help me!" she screamed, her voice echoing in the simulation room.

"You can do it, just endure it until it's over," Aritimi shrugged, seemingly enjoying the show.

Zara's eyes widened in horror as she watched the Minotaur's cock pushing into Keller's astral pussy with ease. The sound of simulated flesh slapping against astral flesh filled the air, making it difficult for her to look away.

"Come on, Keller, you got this!" Aritimi encouraged.

The Minotaur began to thrust into Keller's astral body, and she could feel the full weight of its simulated flesh pressing into her. Her ghostly form shuddered with each powerful stroke. The sensation was intense, and she couldn't believe something so unreal could feel so vivid.

Keller's astral body became slightly translucent at the torso which allowed Zara and the others to see the big black monster manhood pounding inside her pussy. The monster's hips slammed against her. The sound of their fleshless bodies colliding echoed through the fake dungeon. Keller's face was a mix of shock, horror... and a bit of arousal. She had never experienced anything like this before. Her astral form was usually just for looking and interacting with objects but never with the sensation of pleasure or pain.

"Oh yes!" she suddenly moaned. Zara could even see Keller's real mouth trembling as if it were also trying to moan.

Keller's moan grew louder and much desperate as the Minotaur's rhythm quickened, its eyes burning with a mix of hunger and malice. It was clear that the simulated creature was enjoying every moment of the forced union, each thrust seemingly more vicious than the last.

"Huh! She takes it like a champion," Gretchen smirked.

Then Keller's back arched as she orgasmed around the big black bull's babymaker. It was the most intense thing she ever felt in her life. Her whole astral body shivered with pleasure.

Not so much later, the Minotaur let out a roar, its hips jerking as it climaxed inside Keller's tight astral pussy. A thick jet of white cum shot out, coating her insides and leaving her gasping for breath. Her torso was still semi-translucent so the others could see her astral womb getting filled up with cum, like an X-ray shot in a hentai. The beast's grip on her legs loosened, and her astral form went limp, floating in midair.

"Once you guys finish with testing, I can buy one for myself or at least rent this one?" Aritimi asked,

"Are you alright, Keller?" Zara asked while Gretchen and Aritimi argued about the proper use of the equipment.

"Yeah," she panted, "I just hope my astral body can't get pregnant," she chuckled.