This creature is hardly my usual fare. Most of the time I am chasing out bandit orcs, gangs of humans and dwarves or the occasional rowdy elf. Today however, this decided to attack my city. It a strange creature, seeming to follow the general concept of a centaur, except with the body of a spider beneath the waist, rather than a horse. I am not certain, looking at her now, which I find more appealing.

She managed to put up quite the fight until I drove her out of the city and away from the walls. She used her many legs to lift herself between buildings and attack me from above, from the sides, anywhere she could get herself. Eventually though I managed to push her out into more open areas where trees were all she could climb, severely limiting her mobility.

Now she lays before me, my spear sticking up from her thorax, the barbed head pinning her to the earth. I wipe a gauntletted hand across my brow and smirk as I lean on the haft of my weapon, causing the creature to cry out as it shifts inside of her. “I've never seen anyhitng like you.” I say conversationally now that the fight is over, giving myself time to decide whether to entertain myself with her, or to simply finish her off. “There's not a lot of things that can say that.” I almost want to just kill her quickly, she put a good fight and that was entertaining and tiring enough. But she's looking up at me with such fear in those six eyes... It seems a shame to disappoint such a beautiful and unique beast, doesn't it?

I give my spear another rough shove, making certain that it's good and lodged in the ground before letting it go to move in front of her human half, crouching before her. “Now what would such a tantilizing creature want with my city?” I ask, my hand lifting to brush fingers softly over her cheek, pushing her short-ish hair from her face. I can't help but smile wider when her eyes grow larger at my blatantly sensual touch, her realization that I wasn't just going to kill her causing the creature to thrash about until the spear lodged in the lower part of her body reminded her to stay still.

“I suppose that it doesn't really matter.” I say, pulling my side-knife from its sheathe and cutting away her sparse clothing. “If you were an isolated incident then I'll just have my fun and live on. If there are more of you, or you're hunting something dangerous to my city. Well, I have more fun in my future now don't I?” I grin at her wide, fearful eyes, tossing the rest of her shirt away, it being the only article of clothing she really needs. To my surprise, her human body goes down a bit farther past the waist than I had thought, the removal of her clothing revealing a segment of humanoid ass that soon joined with her lower half's exoskeleton. And, more interestingly to me (I never was much of ass girl.) A rather normal woman's cunt.

My grin widens as my eyes wander her entire body. Even the twitching arachnid bits are strangely erotic when combined with the humanoid woman, this will be satisfying. “I hope that you're harder the kill than you were to pin down. If not, this might take a lot less time than I'd like.” I say this more quietly than I had meant to, and it comes out sounding much more threatening than cheerfully sadistic. Oh well, can't stay in character for the victims all the time I suppose.

I look at her in silence for a few moments, twirling the blade of my knife between my fingers as I consider where to start. Initially I had been planning on cutting a slit for her where I felt it ought to be, but it was already there, so I have to find something else. I smile at her once more, as it comes to me. “You know what? I think that you have entirely too many eyes, you're liable to scare the children.”

I leave her to squirm with that on her mind as I remove my armor after slapping her with a weakness charm. I had been trying to get one onto her at the beginning of our fight, but she was too quick and mobile for me to manage to hit her with the sheet of paper that help my spell. Now however she is left with hardly the streangth to move, let alone harm me with or without my armor. Once I stand as naked as she is, I move forward with my threat, lifting my knife with a single steady and practice hand. I push the point slowly into the scarlet orb of her main left eye. Strangely enough, it would not have physically hurt had she not fought the maiming as there are no nerves inside of the eye itself. But she struggled weakly as my knife pierced her, then screamed at the pain as her lids shut around the deflating orb and the blade that had pierced it, the sight and sound justifying the hand that I had slipped between my own thighs.

“Is five too many?” I ask, slipping a finger into myself even as I slip my knife out of her face. “Or should I take one more?” She whimpered, shaking her head, not even possesing of enough strength to cover what was lef tof her eye with her hands, leaving the deflated orb to hang slightly from between its tightly clenched lids. “I think that four is a better number.” I finally say, and quickly bring down the number with a quick jab to her primary right eye, leaving her only the four smaller eyes farther up her face. Another finger enters my body as she wails in anguish, fueling my pleasure.

As she screams, I move between her fore-legs, the thighs now unmistakable humanoid, though lower down they shift to more spider-like appendages. I push these apart, leaning forth to lick softly at her exposed sex, the touch hardly registering to her for several moments, and by the time it does, my tongue is buried beneath the hood that hides her clitoris. She is clearly in too much pain and fear to feel much of the pleasure, but her body reacts to the stimuli anyway, her clit pushing forth to meet my tongue, even as I bring my blade up to push into the slit of her cunt.

Her screams fill the air for the next several minutes as my knife pushes in and out of her body and my tongue continues to lick at the sensitive nub of her clitoris, finally however the screams quiet and she simply lays still as I continue my ministrations. I frown, pulling away to look at her tear, blood and vitreous humor streaked face. There is pain there, but too much shock and weakness to scream any longer. I twist the blade inside of her sharply, causing her to wince and whimper quietly, but nothing more.

“Well, you're no fun. You'll make a good decoration anyway.” I say, resigned that there will be no more screams without much more effort in drawing them out. However useful she is now though, she will make a fine and attractive trophy to bring back to my home. I've never had an enemy that was enough animal that I thought it would be acceptable for me to mount them in my house. But this would merit a display in my living room, especially considering how many she had killed before I got to her.

I sigh as I receive no response from this, it is my own fault, binding her with the weakness charm likely sapped her screams. Still, I may as well enjoy her demise as much as possible. I lift myself upward and pull one of her fore-legs with me. The ends are slender enough to fit inside of my body with a bit of lubrication that her blood readily provides from between the front legs. I let out a heavy moan and begin moving myself up and down the last few inches of the appendage despite the slightly awkward angle.

I lean forward a bit and look into her remaining eyes. She looks at me with a bland expression on her face, she thinks that she is finished, ready for the end. I moan more loudly as I press my knife to her throat and carve a deep crescent, proving her wrong. Her eyes widen as she quickly bleeds away out of her neck, her weakened body thrashing softly, the appendage inside of me pushing just a bit deeper and twitching violently along with the rest of her body, causing me to cry out softly in pleasure. It does not take me as long to reach climax as it does for her to die, allowing me to feel the rushes of deep-held pleasure even as I watch the life fade from her eyes, and then her body.

I stand up straight after several moments, panting heavily as I look over the large corpse, her leg slipping from me with a soft wet sound and plopping to the the ground. It takes me minutes to compose myself and get dressed, my hands finding a will of their own and playing with my breasts and cunt throughout the aftershocks of my orgasm, even as I get dressed. Finally I pull my spear from the creature's body and head back to the city, I will have some of my subordinate guards come and retrieve her, then have her stuffed and mounted in my home. Ostensibly for the right to brag of my conquest. Though I know that it will provide much more entertainment than that, particularly if I can mange to perfect the commands on that marionette spell...

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This is a huntress from Bloodborne, I'm certain that someone can find some use for her other than being a badass.