Chapter 3 - The Clever Hunter



Witch Hunt



[ The Clever Hunter ]



Genesis let out a drawn out sigh. He was having fun, jumping from roof to roof. His daily exercises were interrupted by something different. It had the same look as a basic infected, yet it's darker skin tone suggested otherwise. He and wanted to see if he could play around with his new prey and decided to chase it around for fun. Though, did he realise that after the last hour or so did it begin to get boring. It was true, he liked to play with his prey. But all it ever did was keep trying to hide and make use of traps that were still lying about. According to the pack, those traps and explosives had been around before they had even formed the pack. Left behind from ‘the flesh’, or whatever stupid name they came up with when they were finding out how to talk. 



He’d left the pack for one reason. He wanted to find his saviour. Blue. It had been ten years since his run in with a Behemoth. Since he was saved by Blue. The same amount of years since he last saw him. Yet both Blue and Bee seemed to have packed up and left somewhere else. Blue didn't contact the pack, and that was that. Leader had grown unsettled to the point that he thought Blue would take his place as Leader. 



Poor guy. Leader didn't even stop to think that Shine, his own daughter, would be the one to end him. 



Genesis paused. Watching a shadowy figure run into a house and lock herself into it. He considered leaving it alone. Tight spaces weren’t fit for Hunters. It’d been worse if he were wearing a baggy shirt or a hood. Summer called for different clothing though, he wore a dark blue singlet with large yellow stars placed about it, and a simple pair of brown pants with a few tears around the thighs and shins.  No shoes though, feet tear through those. He closed his eyes, trying to remember what he was thinking about.



Right, nobody expected Leader to die so soon, nor did they think that Shine had done it. There was no marks to signify his death. But the bottle of vodka and twenty missing painkiller tablets suggested foul play. She had been gathering reputation and attention, she would have been given the Leader title, but she grew hasty. Hence why Genesis had left. He would probably be higher up in the ranks, considering that Shine was hitting on him a lot. If getting naked and exclaiming that she wanted him to ravish her and have eight children with him was considered “hitting on”. He merely chalked it up to both of them knowing each other as kids and being the only as the same age. Just some delusion of love. Unfortunate.
After Leader’s death, and Genesis turning her down, Shine turned into a tyrant. Her way of being Leader, dictated that those that could prove their worth and strength, were fit to be over others. If one of the weak proved that they were stronger than those who were above them, then they could take their place. Which meant death for either one of them. Shine was confident in her ability to stay in a position of power, due to her mutation. She could basically turn into a light bulb. The kind that turns night, into day.



The Hunters and their sensitive eyes made it difficult to fight her without being blinded. Thus, the weaker of the pack were sent as fodder against other infected. A fate that surely wouldn't have been put upon them. But did anyway. He wanted to leave before Shine took over, but didn't for the sake of the pack. But this new pack was a disgrace. It was only a matter of time before it all crumbled beneath its new leader.



The pack would separate in due time. Confronting one another over strength and survival, or for community and love. Most members of the pack blamed Blue for their garbled mess of miscommunication. If he didn’t introduce them to breeding, then perhaps Shine wouldn’t have put them in the situation they were in. 



He shook his head from such thoughts, he had prey to stalk. He crawled through a window to the house his prey ran to, and found himself in a dusty room, insects and spiders littered the ceiling and floor. Ignoring the small creatures, he slipped through a broken door, and crawled down a flight of stairs. His prey hadn’t moved for five minutes. It was caught, therefore, this was the most dangerous part. A cornered prey fought wildly, without heed for its own safety.



He slowly walked toward an open doorway, leading into a room with a few couches and a glass box with moving pictures and colours. He ignored it as his nose twitched, the strong smell of sweat rung through the air. He moved down a nearby hallway, which lead to an open room. A small string, pulled taut from either side of the entryway, was in front of him. If he were any other hunter, he may not have seen it. He followed it to the side and found it attached to a strange pipe wrapped around a sort of trigger.



‘One of the ‘guns’. So this was a survivor of flesh? No. It must’ve been a trap left behind and never set off.’ He pondered, ‘If that were the case, if one were to exist past for so long. Then that must have been impossible. Therefore, there's a chance that… could it be?’



Eyes wondered to a nearby shoe, he looked back to the string and smirked. He picked up the mouldy footwear and hung it loosely over the the thin, taut string. It dropped and he quickly dropped behind the corner. The shoe had a hole blown through it and flung across the room. The noise was deafening.



‘Note to self: don't get shot.’



He waited a moment. His hearing came back to him. 



A click from a creaky door came out, possibly a shelf or cupboard. He crouched and leaped to the wall adjacent to the entryway. He bounced off and landing atop a… non-infected woman.



She breathed heavily, purple marks surrounding her eyes. A sign of tiredness. Her hands shot up as she kicked and squirmed weakly. Another sign of exhaustion. Clawed hands wrapped around her pathetic wrists, and his feet dug into her thighs. She cringed and whined. A different cry than anything he heard before.



He didn't have the urge to kill the non-infected woman. He thought he would have, considering his ancestors tendency to do just that. In fact, he was rather fascinated. She had scars covering her from head to toe. Most of them seemed self inflicted.



Red eyes pierced her faded green. Her breathing lessened into a normal flow, a small smile on her face as tears dropped down her face. Eyes closed, seemingly content with what she thought was going to happen next. 



“Sheesh, don't make me feel bad.” Genesis nonchalantly said, releasing her wrist and poked her long nose. She stared up in confusion, her eyes darted about his face. His bare feet moved from her legs and to the side. She did not begin to fight or panic as he thought she would, she simply stared in wonder. 



“Qué?” She breathed out heavily, assumedly  shocked to hear an infected to speak. Genesis blinked, then stared at her incredulously. 



“Uh… What?” He tried, only for her to shake her head rapidly. “Name?” He poked her nose again, admiring the dark shade of skin she had. A simple brown colour, unusual, when compared to the many infected. They were either grey, white or just impossible to tell because of the dirt and blood. But her skin was natural, impossibly smooth and, well, different. She clenched her eyes closed, either in agitation or thought. Maybe both.
Her lips parted and she shakily let out her breath. Genesis hummed, not bothered by time she was taking up. He ate before his hunt started, and didn’t need, nor want, to be anywhere.



“Emma.” She hastily answered, her tone held a difference in it when compared to the other speaking infected. He closed his eyes in thought, her name wasn't all that odd. There was another Emma he knew, though she was much older. He opened to see her body still trembling in fear. He cocked his head, then smiled as nicely as he could.



He pointed to himself, “Genesis.”



She nodded slowly and made no move of aggression. Slowly, Genesis moved off her, sitting next to a broken refrigerator and looked at her body in its entirety. Emma slowly sat up, and eyed him in confusion. None of the fear he expected was evident, if anything, she seemed disappointed. She wore a dirty green shirt, judging by the slightly sagging breasts, she didn’t wear a bra. 



Possibly with good reason, they looked much too big for any bra to hold them. Her scarred face went red with heat, noticing his lingering eyes. Her fingers intertwined nervously as she looked away bashfully. He held a small laugh back as his eyes trailed down. Brown shorts that barely went down her thighs. She had wide hips and a rather large behind if he had to say so himself. There was probably some toned muscle hiding behind that soft exterior though, likely from constant long distance running.



‘Hey, if she doesn’t wear a bra, maybe she isn’t wearing underwear?’ He wondered perversely, licking his lips. She seemed to notice this, making her already red face grow hotter. Short brown hair that barely reached her eyes looked to be cut messily and extremely out of place, enough so to make him feel embarrassed for her. Though, it would be an achievement to be more embarrassed than she already is.



“If you’re so hot in here, why don’t ya take off your shirt?” He waved a hand dismissively, finding even his jokes to be boring nowadays. Emma straightened up, her eyes wide before her hands shakily grabbed the end of her shirt and lifted it up. Genesis tilted his head curiously, partially to the fact that he was going to see huge tits, and more to the fact that her retina dilated a bit too much in response to his joking command. 
As the shirt went up, it caught under her breasts. They rose slightly with the green garment, only to drop and bounce as they spilled out. Her shirt was tossed to the side, revealing many scars. Some old and most new. 



She seemed to grow out of that haze, a hand rose to rest on her forehead. She looked down and giggled, grabbing one of her breasts and fondled it absentmindedly. It dropped and jiggled lightly.  



“Boop.” She poked the top of the other one and giggled. Genesis crawled forward in interest. Her intelligence and fear seemed to drop drastically. This was further evident by the drool that dropped from her mouth.



“Monstruo!” She laughed and poked his face, making the same ‘boop’ noise as before. Her eyes lidded as she got onto her own knees in an attempt to reflect his own position.



“Me gusta…” Emma licked her lips and leaned forward, she closed her eyes. Warm breath brushed against him. His thin lips connected with her soft small lips. Hoping for some saucy moments, but she wasn’t really in his tastes. 



“But,” He gently curled his fingers over her shoulders,“A little fun couldn't hurt.”




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Emma was both confused and oddly aroused. She was distraught and excited to have finally given away her first kiss. While english wasn’t her first language, she took some lessons in high school, when she was fifteen, but that was the same time that the Green Flu arrived. She survived some twenty years, all those horror movies and zombie games really paid off. But she was the last one in Los Angeles, she knew that much. 



While she was terrified for everyday of her life of the infected, especially Hunters, she couldn’t help to find them oddly attractive. Even the female ones. Back before the world went to hell, she had small crushes on some of the more ‘creepy’ looking monsters. Finding claws, shark like teeth and other inhuman qualities to be attractive. But to actually kiss one made her feel so goo-



‘Wrong! Feels wrong… Right?’



A choked moan escaped her, tongue slipping to prod his mouth. He opened up immediately, allowing her entry. Her eyes snapped open to stare at him in slight fear. Sharp fangs lightly bit into her tongue. 



There was a coy playfulness in his eyes,  he placed a hand behind her head. His teeth released and he pushed forward, laying atop her. His own tongue pushed past hers.



Emma writhed beneath him, unsure of what to do. Neither of their lips moved against one another. Her low groans of pleasure were caused by his tongue travelling along her mouth. What his real intent was though, she did not know. Oddly, she wanted more. Her hands rose to grab onto his shoulders and close her eyes. Losing herself in the feeling.



She remembered once, she had used a thing called the ‘internet’ to look up porn. She knew it wasn’t something she was allowed to do at the time, but nobody really obeyed the law then, and definitely not now. Oddly enough, she always found herself being more aroused seeing monsters portrayed sexually. She didn’t want to admit to herself, but she was a teratophile. A lover of monsters.
Like the one that had invaded her mouth.



Earlier, there was something in how his eyes glowed when he spoke. It made her want to do whatever he said, even if she didn’t understand completely, she knew that he wanted her shirt off. As though something had prodded her brain and it just went into auto-pilot. 



And she was compelled to obey. She hadn’t experienced anything like this, there was no-one with her for fifteen of those twenty years to do... that. The last person she ever talked to died to a Tank when she was twenty, the day before her birthday.



She never the time to release pent up stress, and not even anywhere to get decent underwear because it seemed as though all the other infected needed them more.



Opening an eye, she found his blood-red eye staring into her own. She moaned against his strange tasting tongue. He moved back, tickling her lips with his… black tongue?



He must have grown bored though, and disconnected, causing her to sigh out in disappointment… and pleasure. She bit her lip as she saw his face twist in confusion. Her vision swayed from side to side. She wondered why there were three Hunter’s above her, all looking with that exact same face. A tilt to the head, and -



Emma opened her eyes and kept her breathing steady. A practiced motion to make sure that nothing would get attracted to any noise near her. She found arms wrapped around her and a warm, naked body pressed against her back. While the pressure was comfortable, there shouldn’t be someone there. Nor should she be naked. 



“Sheesh you’d think you’d sleep like a baby. C’mon, go back to sleep.” A male voice whispered behind her. She didn’t entirely understand what he wanted, but the tightening of his arms and the sleepy whisper reminded her of how tired she was. Emma yawned and tried her hardest to stay awake.



She could tell the stranger was wide awake now, the talking hunter from earlier that day. Likely being a zombie, he was didn't need to sleep too much. There were times where she'd seen them feed, even cook. But she was often running away. 



Other survivors actually kept a lot of farm animals to harvest their meat, most of them ran off and died though. Not enough people to look after them, and sometimes not enough food to make sure the younger animals could thrive. Yet, like the infection, they evolved and grew into different forms. At first, the infection would simply kill them off. The Green Flu was more versatile than anyone could have known, it changed to compensate for animals. The infected animals were not quite different though, there were still pigs, the cows and chickens. Sometimes they'd have weird mutations. And cannibalism. More interested in eating their own corpses. 



The Hunter absentmindedly grabbed her boob, rolling it between his hands. Her thoughts broken, acutely aware of someone caressing her breast. She shuddered slightly, knowing full well it was a Hunter that was doing it to her. 



A zombie coming onto a human? It should’ve been unacceptable.



Yet she enjoyed it immensely. Something hard and warm was pushing against her butt. it was girthy, a small throbbing felt from behind the fabric. Her face lit up further in embarrassment.



‘Is that a… penis? B-but how would that fit?!’ She bit her lip, resisting the urge to grind back against him. 



But the temptation was there, he was offering something she had never had before. To lose something she never thought she’d give to anyone. Carnal pleasure was not something she was exposed to often. Not with the threat of death looming at every turn. And now the most feared predator she’d ever faced, the same type of infected that had killed so many of her friends. Yet there was an odd charm to them, they were efficient, calculating and cold in the first generations. Yet, as the years went by, they seemed to look and grow more human. Even seeing children of all things. This was a monster that rivalled the other infected in everything from strength to intelligence…



She loved every moment of how he made her feel dominated. 



She let his ministrations continue, her lips separated, no longer hiding her hidden pleasure. A low, breathy moan escaped her, and eyes twitched as his sharp talons prodded the sensitive skin. His other hand rested on her hip. 



‘Is she trying to be quiet? She’s failing miserably.’ Genesis squeezed her breast, the squishiness felt impossible and his fingers seemed to sink in, ‘Well, if she stops me, then I’ll stop. That’s how it works for the pack. At least, when the females initiate. It’s weird when males do it.’



Emma gasped lightly, then groaned as she began pushing against his clothed dick. Which was totally unfair in her opinion, she wanted to feel more of him so badly. She looked down to see a grey, clawed hand rise from her breast. The nails scraped up her neck slowly, not hard enough to draw blood. His other hand moved from her hip and began lightly running through the brown hair on her crotch. A ticklish sensation that she delighted in. 



His fingers rested on her face, pressing against soft lips. Hesitantly, she allowed her tongue to come into contact with them. There was the faintest taste of blood and chicken, something she was more than familiar with. The monster let out a delighted gasp of approval, the warm air that hit the back of her neck made her shiver. She should have been disgusted with how she was acting, how he moved his other hand further and rubbed at her already wet vagina. Instead of recoiling, her tongue trailed out further, the tips of his two finger ran along the soft muscle. 



His dick grinded into her behind more, she wished that the fabric was rid of completely. A small part of her was thankful that he wasn’t jumping straight into it and fucking her deep and hard already. Yet, the rest of her wished that he would. That being utterly claimed and dominated by this monster, this Hunter, would be a wish come true. She twisted her tongue around the fingers, cleaning them off in blind desire.  



“Aren’t you going to stop me, Emma?” A small whisper in her ear broke her from her trance, her surroundings more clear. The monster had talked again, she didn’t understand what he was saying. She wasn’t fluent in English. But it felt like a question. She responded by grinding back into him, twisting her arm and tugged at his waistband. She hoped he’d get the message.



To her delight, he shifted slightly to allow something warm, large and hard to be released from its confines to press against her. Hips shook slightly and she cooed around his fingers as his cock was sandwiched between her ass from the motions. Her tongue lolled out lazily against his fingers. His other hand moved more erratically, stirring her lower lips. Arousal gathered in the form of liquid, showing how much she was in heat. Genesis grinned, eagerly caressing her sensitive regions. She moaned, her light voice was music to his ears. Not too high pitched, but not too quiet. A symphony of pleasure. She writhed under his touch, placing her hand on his, trying to coax him to play with her further. 



He denied her, taking his hand away. She whimpered, and thought she had stepped out of line. His wet hand landed on her ass, sliding down to grip his cock and push it between her thighs. She gasped, breath caught in her throat. The tip of his cock poked out on the other side, a white substance leaking out from it. He pulled back, her thighs squishing his pulsing member. The shaft rubbed against her wet vulva, she tried to stifle her moans from his teasing. He thrusted forward, the precum allowed for little friction, and Emma could no longer hold back. She groaned loudly around the hunter’s invading digits. His hips patted into her ass, his cock rubbing back and forth along her lips. 



He went on for a few minutes, her pleasure escalating as his tempo increased. She played with her nether regions, fingertips prodded her clit, increasing her own sensitivity and arousal. The hunters hand no longer caressed her breast, it trailed down to grip her hip. His sharp claws dug into her skin, pulling her back and forth faster with his thrusts. His tempo was constant, fast and hard. A rhythm of passion, that did not seem unusual for a monster. He pulled back one last time and paused, his dick sandwiched between her thighs, it twitched furiously. Not a moment longer, Emma’s hand paused, her mouth and eyes wide. 



She had never cum before. Never having the chance, and always dissatisfied with her own hand, but she felt it now. It came squirting out, and her whole body shook in pleasure. Her eyes stared forward blankly, the corners of her mouth pulled upwards. Genesis’ own peak rose to, cum splashed out between her legs. Soaking her thighs and crotch in viscous cum. 



Both of them came down from their orgasmic highs with heavy breaths. Emma looked down to see her legs covered in her own wetness, and the monsters spunk. She drove her ass back into him, feeling empty of something only he could provide. Happiness and nervousness rolled into one in her chest as she felt the tell-tale twitching of arousal from his hard member. His hands released her and he pushed her shoulder, implying for her to turn around. She turned her body over to find red eyes staring into her with a playful curiosity. She made a small ‘eep’ as she was forced onto her back, his body atop her own. 



“Jusst relax.” He winced as his mouth elongated the ‘s’ as he tried to calm the poor woman. He hated when it happened, yet it seemed as though she enjoyed from the long moan that followed. His long, black tongue trailed up her ear, followed by a warm breath. He pulled back and grabbed her knees and spread them wide, her sex was drenched. His eyes glowed for a moment, causing her to halt whatever action she was performing. 
Genesis smirked, and tried to think of anything he could make her do. He leaned forward slightly and began to rub her sopping entrance. She didn’t react openly, but her lungs increased their breathing, and her legs twitched.



“I got it. Every time I thrust and hit the end, you’re going to have a small orgasm. When I cum inside, you’re going to cum so hard you will blackout.” He ordered, unsure if the the command would register properly. He could dictate actions, but if he could affect the body and its ability to register touch and feeling, then he could solve a lot of problems. 



Emma looked from side to side in drunk confusion. Only to find that the hunter was readying himself to enter her. She held her breath as his dick pressed against her entrance, she bit her lip as an inkling of pleasure resonated through her. The hunter pushed further, and was met with little resistance. The fleshy walls were tight and warm, and while he was fairly new to sex, he knew what a virgin felt like. The hunter licked his lips, his smile turned into a predatory.  Emma’s eyes went wide in realization of what he was going to do.



He thrusted in as hard as he could, tearing through the virgin barrier, and his length fully sheathed within her. Emma expected a burning pain, but all she felt was an orgasm crash into her very being. Her legs shook violently, her eyes were wide and her mouth in a wide, open smile of pleasure. The monster above her took advantage of this vulnerability and gave her an invasive tongue kiss. She moaned around the strangely long tongue, her arms wrapped around his strong, muscled back. Her fingers traced his shoulder blades, she cooed as she felt the powerful muscles flex.
She decided wholeheartedly that she wouldn’t mind being pounced on like this every day and night. The hunter reared back and thrusted rapidly into he soaked quim, every time he would feel her convulse, but he wouldn’t know if his mutation would work to its full extent if his second order didn’t pull through. Even then, he’d need a second or third participant. He disconnected from the kiss, leaving Emma to have her tongue out in the open. She moaned loudly with every thrust inside. 



“This position is a bit boring, let's switch it up.” Genesis thought aloud. He pulled out, leaving Emma confused and out of breath. She squeaked again when she was picked up aggressively. Her back was pressed against his strong chest, his arms had curled under her knees, bending them back to her shoulders. Her feet dangled uselessly in the air, and her hands grabbed behind her for any stability. His cock lined up perfectly with her entrance, and he thrusted in with the same force. Only now with the freedom to have gravity do some of the work for him. 



Emma’s face twisted into one of bliss, and she shivered as she felt the wet muscle of his tongue press into her neck, playing with her jugular. Her body felt aflame in pure sexual euphoria. Every thrust from the monster behind her made her feel like she was going to explode, as though her body was preventing her from feeling an orgasm. She should have at least five times by now. Unless the monster was making sure she couldn’t. 
Her eyes widened in realization. He made her take off her shirt earlier, could he make her do other things too? Another wave of pleasure shuddered through her body, similar to the one from when they both climaxed, but weaker. She grit her teeth in frustration, tears forming in her eyes. The monster could speak english, but she only knew a bit. She wracked her brain for the words, only to be interrupted from a hard thrust. Her body ached and she whined loudly, the tongue to her neck grew to be more distracting. Green eyes flashed open, she knew what to say.



“Cum!” She nearly screamed out, her high pitched voice echoed through the room. The hunter continued at his pace, ignoring her.



“Cumm- Nghaaaa!” 



Every time she screamed the ridiculous word, her body would do just that. Her breath grew more ragged, no longer able to plead or beg for him to finish. She believed it to be the key, if he came, she would to. 



“Hnn!” Her voice carried out again. The monsters lips sucked at her neck, his tongue wildly flexed against the skin. Her eyes felt heavy and tired, she felt like she was going to pass out. Her arms fell to her sides, dangling and waving with every savage thrust he gave. 



He paused, his hard member fully inside. She felt it throb and twitch against her tight walls, then something amazing happened. Her body seized up, her eyes widened dramatically. She felt something ooze inside of her, filling her up. Her last thoughts were of the amount of cum he let out before, and how there didn’t feel like a difference. She felt it slide down her legs and drip into the carpet below. She felt full, and she loved it, her head hung low as saliva dripped out of her mouth. She had been fucked stupid. All was silent in the room, her head turned slightly to meet the lips of the monster who had made love to her.



Her world exploded in front of her in the form of mind tearing orgasm. Her feet curled and all her muscles clenched. As though every orgasm up to this point was nothing compared to what she felt now. It didn’t stop. It ripped through her body, wave after wave, and climax after climax. He was still pumping into her, the excess semen dripping down in unrealistic proportions. The last thing she felt, was the disconnect of a lovers kiss, and the cold skin against her hot body, before all she saw was black.



Genesis looked at the now sleeping woman. He smirked at his handiwork, proud to see one woman keep up with his stamina. Though, he did have to cheat to make it work. He pulled out of her, carefully placing her on the bed. He found relatively clean clothes in a wardrobe, likely belonging to a teenage girl, and wiped his cock and crotch of any unwanted stickiness. He yawned, falling onto the bed. His stomach growled and he looked over to the peacefully sleeping woman next to him. In the moment, every instinct was telling him to kill her. He almost had too, but had decided against it. 



After all, he didn’t want to kill his new pet.








