Bloodborne: Decent Pt. 02

Vicar Amelia

(the following story is absolutely grotesque. Its about two hideous monsters having sex. it also contains some noncon stuff. Wouldn't recommend this story to anyone who isn't fucked in the head)

Killian had just enough sense left to know that he wasn't himself anymore. His body had changed on the outside, but that part was easy enough to ignore. What was harder to ignore were the changes to his mind. His thoughts weren't human anymore. They weren't civilized. They ran wild in his mind, creating mental chaos, unlike anything he'd felt on even his worst days as a human.

He couldn't plan, he couldn't focus, he couldn't reason. His thoughts didn't belong to him; he belonged to his thoughts. They commanded him, guided him, and controlled him.

It was freeing to be controlled like this. He didn't have to question anything. He didn't have to apply logic to things. He simply acted on his impulses the moment they appeared.

Instead of trying to understand what he was supposed to do, his thoughts demanded he did what he wanted to do. He spent days like this, in bliss doing only what felt right in the moment. He ate, and fucked and killed whoever and whatever he felt like. He couldn't even attempt to ask himself if any of it was right. He simply did what was best for his stomach and best for his cock.

Killian's memory of what it was like to be a human was already fading. However, what he did remember was how confined he felt in human society. He was always watched by other humans. As a result, he always had to watch his own mind. He had to be careful not to give into his selfish urges and his dark desires. He had to be careful never to upset others and never to harm his own reputation.

Now, he was free. His desires and urges were all he had to worry about. His own thoughts were his god. He was his own god.

Then again there were moments of clarity. Moments he remembered what it was like to be human. To be Killian.

The first moment like this was after he had fucked Helena. He had wanted her for months, and then he became a beast, his mind told him to take her. She'd been even sweeter than he could have possibly imagined. Her insides were the softest, warmest thing he'd ever felt in his life. If there were such a thing as heaven, he knew it must exist inside Helena, or at least in women like her.

When he'd finished with her, Killian's mind had told him to take more. He wanted to tear her open with his claws. He wanted to bathe in her soft warmth. He wanted to be the last thing she ever brought warmth to in her life.

But he couldn't. Somehow, the human concepts of shame and guilt had briefly taken control of him. They wouldn't let them end her. They wouldn't let him open her up the way he'd wanted. They'd forced him to flee.

Now, she was gone. For all Killian knew, he may never find her again. Yharnam was a big place and a chaotic one at that. Even his beastly senses likely wouldn't aid him any in tracking her down.

So his thoughts commanded him to forget her. There were other things to fuck, other people to tear open. The whole world was full of soft bodies, warm cunts, and delicious blood. Killian took his fill of all of these things.

Hunters were his favorite thing to fuck, or kill, or eat, depending on his mood a the time. And it was surprising how many hunters were willing to fuck a beast. Apparently, hunters weren't so different from beasts. They, too, just wanted to fuck, kill and eat. Killian lost track of how many he took. He preferred the woman Hunters but the men did just as well in a pinch.

Killing hunters was almost as much fun as fucking them. But either way, there was a sort of understanding there. Beasts and hunters were really no different. Both took what they wanted, and both wanted things the humans wouldn't approve of. This was a kinship unlike any other on earth. Even killing a Hunter was no act of hate or malice. Many of them didn't even stay dead anyway. No, killing a Hunter was an act of primal desire. Which meant that in a way, killing a hunter wasn't so different from fucking one.

Now, eating a Hunter, that was even better. Hunters tasted better than regular humans. All that Old Blood running through their veins made them sweeter. And that marvelously queer moon scent gave them an indescribable flavor.

The only downside was that eating hunters reminded him of Helena. Whenever he devoured a Hunter, he was reminded of the sweet taste of Helena's skin. He remembered her soft hand on his tongue. He remembered her warm, heavenly cunt. And he remembered running from her when he should have killed her. When he should have eaten her flesh and organs, drank her blood, and consumed her until there was nothing left.

But now she was gone. And the only thing that helped him forget that was following his urges.

Today, his urges had led him into the Cathedral Ward. He could smell something in here he wanted. Someone he wanted. Amelia.

Even when he was a human, Killian had always wanted to fuck a Vicar. He remembered thinking what a luxury it would be to bed someone in a position of such power. And now that desire had only grown. The church was (ostensibly) the enemy of beasts. Fucking one of their Vicars would be an extraordinary sin.

When he found Amelia in the grand cathedral, he was delighted to find she had changed. She was like him now. She was still his enemy, but in a way she was also kin to him. She was even blind folded like him.

Well, she wasn't exactly like him. She was bunch larger, and she had antlers. Most curiously, she still clutched that silly pendant that she'd been so attached to when she was a human. But she had turned into a wolf-like beast, in many ways, just like Killian. She was more beautiful than ever.

As soon as he'd entered the cathedral, he knew that she knew why he was here. For a moment, he wondered if she would kill him. He knew he wouldn't be a match for a beast of her size. If she decided she didn't want him, that would be that.

But to Killian's relief, Amelia had welcomed him. Both into the cathedral, and into her body. She had lain back and graciously allowed Killian to climb on top and mount her.

That being said, insertion hadn't been easy, per se. Amelia was tight beyond belief. Seemingly to a point that defied logic, even. Even though she was easily 3 times Killian's size, her pussy was almost physically too small for him to fit inside. It seemed even though she'd grown when she transformed into a beast, her cunt had stayed human-sized. Killian couldn't help but not that she'd been just as tight as Helena had been, or very close to it at least.

Once his head and shaft were inside of her, it still wasn't smooth sailing yet. He still had to get his knot inside of her. That was going to be the hard part.

At first he worried it wouldn't even be possible. Getting his dick in her had been hard enough. Once the knot was pressed up against the entrance of her tight cunt, killian feared it may simply be too large.

As he tried to work it in, Amelia screamed in either pain, rage, or, more likely, both. An icy chill ran down Killian's spine as he realized that, given their size differences, she could end him in a second. She could have probably taken his head off in a single bite if he displeased her. Curiously though, this fear only hardened his cock even further.

To his immense relief, though, she didn't kill him. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, while at the same time bucking her hips into him. Through their combined efforts, the knot eventually popped inside of her. As it did, Killian let out a scream of pleasure. He hadn't even known it was possible to scream so loud, even with his enhanced beast lungs.

He now straddled her enormous (even to a creature of his considerable size) body as he pumped his beastcock inside of her. Locked inside her wonderful wolf cunt due to his massive knot, he plowed into her tiny hole with horny abandon. She squirmed beneath him and let out a melody of growls, moans and howls.

The two beasts fucked on the stone floor of the cathedral, committing a sin that, even just a few days ago, both would have thought absolutely unthinkable. They tumbled and wrestled and writhed together inside a holy place, making a mockery of what this building had once stood for. They both relished in mocking the hunt in this manner. The hunt they'd only recently found themselves on the other side of.

Killian and Amelia fucked like the mad beasts that they were, rolling all over the floor of the chapel. They desperately scratched and pawed at each other, eliciting howls of both pain and pleasure. Their strange screams echoed off of the stone walls built specifically for excellent acoustics.

All throughout the ward, Yharnamites in their homes listened to the two beasts howling. The people of Yharnam were of course accustomed to the sounds of beasts. One learned to tune it out after a while. But none of them had ever heard beasts make sounds like this.

These sounds were absolutely twisted. Tortured, yet pleasured. Most Yharnamites had never heard a beast howl in pleasure before. The sound was nightmarish to them. Absolutely otherworldly. None who heard it would sleep soundly for days to come without thinking of the sound.

That being said, there were a scant few who found the sounds oddly pleasant. These select few were able to recognize how erotic the sounds were. Some of these few even found their hands wandering between their legs to please themselves as they listened to the horrible, beautiful, twisted sounds.

With their enhanced beast sense, Killian and Amelia were keenly aware of the effects their moans were having on the townspeople. This only made them moan all the louder. They wanted to both horrify and arouse the people they used to protect. They wanted them both fearing and hoping that they were next.

Amelia and Killian fucked like wild animals knowing that their sex was so perverse it was corrupting those who heard it. They violated each other's bodies with the intensity nature intended. The took pleasure from each other like how they Old Gods had wanted. Some would have called it unnatural, but both knew this was as natural as it got.

Killian pounded his inhumanly large cock into Amelia's tight wolf cunt like a rabid animal. He fucked her with more brutality than he'd ever fucked anything before in his life. This former holy woman, now a twisted beast, was taking his cock like a demented, cum hungry whore, and he was going to make damn sure he used her for all she was worth.

Then, without warning, Amelia flipped the two of them over so that she was on top. Not a difficult feat given their size difference. She then proceeded to ride his hard wolfcock with such ferocity that Killian feared she might crush him to death. Not to say that he was complaining. It would be a fine way for a beast to die and a kinder fate than the vast majority of beasts could hope for.

So in spite of his fear, he welcomed her merciless riding. Her enormous, powerful legs brought her up, and back down on him again and again with such force that killian knew if he did survive this, he'd be covered in bruises. And honestly? This was going to be well worth every bit of pain.

In all of his life, both as a human and as a beast, Killian's cock had never been subjected to such delicious punishment before. Amelia squeezed him tighter, fucked him harder, and moved up and down on him faster than he thought was possible. The combination of her power and speed overwhelmed him. If not for his unnatural beastly stamina, he wouldn't have lasted more than a few moments inside of her.

Then, Amelia leaned down, brought her snout close to his, and kissed him. She aggressively forced her tongue inside of his mouth, and the two made out ferociously. Amelia licked and sucked his tongue with hungry fervor, and he eagerly returned the favor. He licked, sucked, and kissed her wolf tongue as she continued to ride his cock with demonic passion.

The two continued in like this, making out and fucking for several minutes. Killian savored the taste of Amelia's tongue on his, almost as much as the feeling of her cunt on his cock. Between the pleasure of her tongue, and her cunt, Killian almost felt he may very well die of sheer pleasure if she didn't crush him to death first.

Without warning, Amelia drew back from the kiss, immediately leaving Killian aching for the taste of her tongue again. Amelia threw her head back and let out a howl that was louder and more powerful than any sound she'd made so far. As she did, she continued to lift her hips, only to then slam them back down on him again.

Killian then realized that Amelia was cumming. Her already maddeningly tight cunt clenched around him, becoming so tight it nearly cut off circulation. Her warm pink hole contracted around his cock unnaturally, as only a beast's cunt could. The strange movements massaged Killian's already well-stimulated cock in a way that made him squirm beneath her.

Amelia continued to buck, and thrash as she screamed and howled and snarled in delight. The white-haired wolf was a picture of ecstasy as she came her brains out on Killian's dick. She reveled in indescribable pleasure that can be brought by only the hardest orgasms.

Watching her like that nearly sent Killian over the edge. Every nerve in his body begged for release, and his cock screamed for mercy. But he refused to cum this quickly. He clung to his willpower with all his might. He was determined to make this experience last as long as possible.

Meanwhile, Amelia was still cumming. Killian felt her wet cunt soaking him as she was reduced to a mad, thoughtless mess. She shook and screamed and drooled. She was an absolute catastrophe. Killian thought she was the most beautiful catastrophe he had ever seen.

Then, her orgasm began to die down. Her frantic howls and moans eventually began to subside into exhausted pants as her exhausted vocal cords insisted on a break. She then fell forward into Killian, pinning him to the floor.

Her hips didn't stop working, however. She continued to hump against Killian, albeit much slower now. That was alright with Killian. The slow pace would help him avoid cumming before he was ready.

He gently bucked his hips up into hers, matching her pace as she lay on top of him, catching her breath. He groped and explored her body with his paws as they lay there in bliss. Amelia kissed him again, and once again their long, beastly tongues intertwined.

The two beasts tenderly made love like this for several minutes. Amelia worked up her energy, and Killian came back from the brink of almost cumming. Killian could have laid there like that for hours.

But before long, Amelia was ready to go again. She once again began slamming her hips down on Killian with zeal. In response, he wrapped all four limbs around her enormous body and pulled himself into her even harder.

Their beastly howls and screams started back up again as the tender lovemaking once again turned to primal fucking.

Just then, an idea popped into Killian's head. Could beasts reproduce by natural means? He'd only ever heard of beasts being created via humans turning. But surely there was no reason they couldn't. Amelia had a cunt, so it stood to reason she had a womb. And Killian had the cum to fill it with.

He made his mind up then and there. Killian was going to get Amelia pregnant. He was going to create an unholy wolf offspring with her.

The idea filled him with zeal. Acting on instinct, he rolled them over so that he was on top. Maneuvering like that had not been easy given her size, but his sheer determination made it possible. For a brief moment, Amelia didn't seem to like him taking charge. But then they shared a moment. Despite both being blindfolded, it was as if they met each other's gaze on a spiritual level. They looked at each other with their eyes on the inside, and when they did, Amelia realized what he was going to do. And she was going to let him.

Amelia laid back and allowed Killian to take command of the situation. Right away, he began slamming into her tight wolf cunt with all of his might. He threw his head back and howled victoriously as he fucked the biggest werewolf he'd ever seen.

Amelia was surprisingly compliant. She lay there under him like a good girl, thrusting her hips up to meet his as he fucked her. An erotic grin spread across her ferocious snout as she allowed a werewolf a quarter of her size to fuck her tight cunt.

Killian was going to get Amelia pregnant. He needed to get her pregnant. His instincts demanded it of him. His cock screamed for him to get her pregnant. Nothing on earth was going to stop him from dumping his potent beast seed inside this vile creature's womb so that they could make a new beast together.

Over and over, he slammed his hard wolf cock as far into her as he possibly could. His knot kept him locked inside her tight as he abused her beautiful cunt. Her perfect pink hole welcomed him in as he plowed into her with supernatural frenzy.

He pounded his knot into her like her hated her, which was almost true in a way. He hated that her womb wasn't carrying his seed, and he was going to fix that. He hate-fucked her perfect pink pussy like a demon from hell.

Amelia let out a sound that was something like a laugh. A joyful cackle of sheer bliss. He knew she couldn't wait to be pregnant with whatever ungodly creature he spilled into her.

Harder and harder he fucked. He pushed the limits of his werewolf strength and endurance. He slammed into her like he was trying directly fuck the egg that he knew was deep inside her. The egg that would become his offspring when his seed met it.

His already beastly, jumbled thoughts become even more of a blur. The pleasure of Amelia's cunt combined with the frantic urge to knock her up, created an intoxicating cocktail that reduced him to a violent, horny monster.

Breed, fuck, cum, rape, impregnate. These thoughts pounded at his mind as he pounded Amelia. He slammed into her until his core and thighs began to burn from exhaustion. But he refused to let that slow him down. He still continued to hammer into her like a madman. Or rather, a mad wolf.

Killian clenched his jaw and let the pain and exhaustion drive him even further. He plowed her tight cunt without any thought of mercy for either of their bodies. He went on until he knew he couldn't keep going any farther.

Then, he couldn't hold back anymore. He didn't just cum. He exploded inside her. He let out an ear-splitting roar of rage as his cock unloaded deep inside Amelia's fertile cunt. He pressed his knot in as deep as it would go and shot his potent cum straight into her womb. He came and came more than he had even with Helena. He shot what must have been a pail full of his hot cum inter her perfect pink wolf pussy.

Then he collapsed, exhausted, drained, and ready to pass out.

But Amelia wasn't done with him yet. She once again rolled them over so that she was on top and began to ride him again. Killian's cum leaked out of her, back down onto his cock as she slammed up and down on his cock again and again.

Beneath her, Killian wailed in pain as he wiggled and squirmed. His cock was still sensitive from having just cum, and having her fuck it like this again so soon was agony. He desperately tried to get away but was pinned between Amelia and the cold stone floor; there was nowhere for him to go. What's more, his hard knot still had him sealed in. Even if he could back out of her, he wouldn't have been able to get his knot out. He was locked inside her sweet cunt whether he liked it or not.

Amelia let out a sound that was unmistakably a laugh. A maniacal, evil laugh. She rode Killian's cock against his will as he lay beneath her in pain, trying to get out of the cunt he'd been so eager to get into just moments before.

And yet, Killian had to admit there was something hot about this. Knowing that Amelia was horny enough to force him to keep going made Killian horny all again. After all, he wanted to dump as much cum in her as possible, and he couldn't blame her for wanting to force more out. Still, that didn't make his dick hurt any less.

Calling Amelia a bitch in heat would have been the most laughable understatement. She was utterly mad with lust, while simultaneously cum drunk. She ruthless raped Killian's cock as he bowled in pain beneath her. She savored every second of his agonized cries.

She pounded his cock like she's never pounded anything before in his life. She slammed into him like she was trying to flatten him. Again and again, with no mercy. No thought towards the pain she was causing him. She just wanted more of his cum and she didn't care how much she had to hurt him to get it.

She slammed down on him like a ton of bricks, each time knowing the impact could be enough to break him. But she didn't care. She was going to make him cum again, even if it killed him.

Fear, pain and arousal mingled in Killian's brain in equal parts. He couldn't take much more of this. He thought for sure he'd die beneath her. She was going to break him.

Then he felt something curious. The ground had cracked beneath him. Amelia had fucked Killian into the floor so hard that a crack began to form, running the length of Killian's body. She could very well have killed him, but the rock beneath him broke before he did.

Realizing his own strength invigorated Killian. Still in agony, both from having his body nearly crushed and from having his sensitive cock raped, he thrust up into her. The impact of their bodies was hard enough to kill a mortal. The two beasts fucked so hard it defied all logic.

Spurred on by Killian's vigor, Amelia went on and on, fucking her wolf lover the whore beast she was. She fucked him like she was t trying to destroy him, secure in the knowledge that he wouldn't break. They went on and on like this until the stars aligned, and at just the right moment, both of their pleasure reached a tipping point.

Amelia let out a scream loud enough to be heard throughout Yharnam. Her orgasm was like a hurricane of pleasure inside of her, making her shake and shiver and convulse on top of him. She was a blur of screaming motion as she lost herself in the feeling.

Killian's orgasm was like a lightning bolt that shot down his spine and out his cock. He pumped what felt like liters of cum into Amelia's sweet cunt. He understood now why Amelia had raped him so mercilessly. Nothing else could have made him cum so hard. He Shit his seed so deep inside her that he knew if she wasn't pregnant before, he was getting her pregnant right now.

The two beasts screamed and writhed together as they created a child together, under the most unholy circumstances, in the most holy place. They thrashed against each other and bellowed as Killian poured his seed into the Vicar's womb. The screamed until their throats were raw. They came until they both fell to the floor, exhausted and utterly drained.

Amelia knew she was pregnant. She had felt the life form inside of her. Her unnaturally sharp beast senses allowed her to feel the offspring growing inside her.

Meanwhile, Killian has done what he set out to do. So, he struggled to his feet and began heading out of the Cathedral, leaving Amelia behind him, still basking in the afterglow.