A.N. Smut this chapter. Also, There will eventually be a 1 yr (in the story) gap in this fic and my Bloodborne fic, as well as my other dark souls fic. A new fic will take place during the gap, featuring characters from all three, mainly Priscilla, Sær, the Hunter, the Doll, Firekeeper, and the Ashen One.
This way I can update all of them without breaking continuity. As usual, O.L.T. will take priority, followed by M.T.G.
A.N.F. will go largely un-updated.
"ICK! Ick ick ick ick ick ick ICK!"
The Doll hops up and down, flapping her hands as if trying to rid herself of a particularly nasty bug. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, no no no no NO!" She begins to hyperventilate, her eyes wide with panic. "Good Hunter! You have to get me out of here! Now now now now now!" She grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him vigorously, causing his head to loll back and forth.
"Ka-ha-ha-ri-ri-naaaa!" He blurts out, his words impeded by the shaking. "Ca-ha-lm Dow-n!"
She finally lets go of him, her whole body shaking. "I'm a trollop," she whispers. "I'm a tramp, I'm a strumpet, a tart, a hussy!"
Her face twitches and becomes angry.
"Excuse me?! At least my body
is, or was, my own, and not some cheap imitation!"
"M-maria?" The Hunter whispers incredulously. "Is that you?"
Maria- for indeed it is she- scoffs. "I'm not stuck in some porcelain monstrosity, that's for sure."
"You vile, tawdry whore!"
"Bring it on, doll-face! I'm not afraid to beat me!"
The Hunter sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is getting confusing. "Quiet, both of you." He reaches out to hug them- or her-, stroking their back soothingly. She sighs twice, melting into the embrace.
Suddenly, she pulls back. "Wha-? Good Hunter, something strange is happening to me!"
The Hunter's brow furrows worryingly. "What is it? Are you alright?"
"I don't know... My... My loins are moist! What is going on?!"
The Hunter sucks in a breath. "Maria, have you had anything to drink recently?"
"Not for a few decades, no," she replies, briefly taking control from the Doll.
"And do you... Um... Are you... Is it that time?"
"What, can I get my moon's blood during blood moons? No, I can't."
"So what could..."
They are both silent, pondering.
"Oh. Ohh," they both say in unison.
The Hunter looks at her pleadingly. "Say, Maria, you're a girl-"
"Thanks for noticing."
"-And who better to explain this-"
"Oooh no," Maria interrupts. "Not upon your life. She's your doll, you can explain it to her."
Her face twitches. "Explain what, good hunter?"
His face turns beet red. "Well, you see, Karina... When a Doll and a Hunter love each other very much-"
"Too much."
"Quiet, Maria. Eventually, they might want to express their love beyond-"
"The sickening manner they have been doing it with thus far."
"Shut up, Maria. The Doll, she, um, gets wet. Down there."
"Why?" The Doll asks, tilting her head.
"Oh boy," the Hunter mutters. "Be-because the Hunter's, um, pistol gets engorged. And he can't, uh, shoot his bullet and visceral attack, unless the Doll is wet." His face is practically aflame now.
"Oh," the Doll responds, pondering. "Oh... Ohhh." Her face is equally red now.
"So when you embraced me..."
"Yes."
"And that means that I want to mate with you?"
"Yes."
"And that would stop this feeling?
"Very well." The Doll begins to unbutton her cloak.
"Ka-ka-karina! What are you doing?!" The Hunter stammers.
"I cannot wait any longer," the Doll snarls. "I have been feeling this way for quite some time now, and it has gotten worse now that I have a body. Now I have the ability to carry out my desires." She pushes the Hunter to the ground with one hand, undoing the buttons to her undershirt.
She shrugs it off, kicking off her boots with her pants quickly following. She stands over the Hunter menacingly, clad in nothing but lacy, pearl-colored under garments. "May I ask why you have these, you scheming whore?" The Doll asks Maria. She doesn't answer.
"And let me make myself perfectly clear. If you take control while the Hunter and I are together, then so help me Kos-"
"Some say Kosm," the Hunter chimes in.
"Then so help me Kosm I will fling this body of a bridge and let the swine eat it."
Maria emits a squeak, shrinking into herself, terrified of the Doll's wrath. The Doll leans down to her lover, ripping his clothes off with her immense strength.
The Hunter doesn't make a sound, too fearful to complain. The Doll is panting now, her heart thudding in her chest. She places her knee on his stomach, her hands pinning his shoulders to the ground. She leans down, wrestling a kiss from him as their bodies press together.
Deep inside her own consciousness, Maria's head lights up, her lips tingling. 'What? I can feel it too?' The Hunter hesitantly grasps the Doll's hips, and and Both she and Maria groan, the touch setting their nerves alight. The Hunter finally gives in, his desire washing away any worries or doubts he may have had about making love on the Yharnam streets.
Freeing his manhood from the ruined remains of his trousers, he pumps it, hissing. The Doll straddles him, their most sensitive points rubbing together, and they moan quietly. Their movements are clumsy, and the Hunter keeps slipping, unable to enter.
Maria, the only non-virgin in the trio, groans. Had it truly been this awkward during her first time? She recalls simply grinding left to right on the man while he was inside her. She remembers his grunts of pain, which she had mistaken for pleasure, causing her to work back and forth even harder.
'Yes. It was this awkward.'
The Hunter finally finds his mark, finally, and the two sigh as they are about to begin their long-awaited union.
"GAHAHAH, HAGGGGH, AKAGH, HACK HACK HACK! H-Hunter, is that you? Are you well? Please, come hither. I fear I am not long for this world and I have something I wish to give you, something that will aid you in your hunt. Please... I can feel the madness encroaching upon my vision... KU-HUGH, HAAAGHK!"
The Doll's eyes bug out of her head, furious and half-mad with lust. The Hunter sighs, using more willpower than he knows he has to pull away from the Doll.
"Yes, Gilbert. I'm coming." 'Well, I was going to be, at least. Damn Gilbert and his unbelievable timing."
