Silksong is to Hollow Knight what Bloodbourne is to Dark Souls
Both Hollow Knight and Dark Souls are stories set in a dying kingdom. A curse befell the land ages ago, and our role in entering this cursed land is to attempt to simply prolong the inevitable—to take the curse upon ourselves and keep the kingdom in a state of stasis—unchanging, unmoving, forever cursed. There is no way to return to the kingdom of the past, the glory of the knights and the glimmering beauty of its towers. Death hovers over everything like a shroud—what foes we face are nothing more than the shambling corpses and husks of those who once called these lands home.
Meanwhile, with Bloodbourne and Silksong, the curse afflicting the land is happening right fucking now. It started before we got here, but it’s very much happening now. The foes we face aren’t barely-alive husks, they’re straight-up regular people, just driven mad by all the crazy eldritch horror going on. It’s melancholy, but it’s also so much more alive than its counterpart.
Also one is sword and sorcery and the other is steampunk.
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 2.3k
Fandom: Bloodbourne
Rating: Explicit (MDNI)
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions of Violence
Pairing: The Hunter/Lady Maria
Tags: PWP, Smut, Top The Hunter, Bottom Lady Maria, Formalwear, Victorian Era, Dom/sub Undertones, Dom Lady Maria, Blood and Injury, Canon-Typical Violence, Porn Battle, Gravely Wounded During Sex, Blood Loss, Physical Abuse, Dubious Consent, The Hunter is a Bastard, Mating Press, Missionary Position, Vaginal Sex, Painful Sex, Violent Sex, Sadism, Wound Fingering, Creampie, Barebacking, Belly Bulge, Large Cock, Dacryphilia, The Hunter Has Issues, Rape/Noncon Elements, Not Beta Read, One Shot, Author Has Never Played Bloodbourne Before & is only here to be Horny for Maria.
Summary:
"What in the name of the great gods is wrong with you??!"
"You may make me a worse man... but I certainly can make you a better woman."
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Five quick slashes of the blade; two to his sides, two to his pectorals, and one lined neatly across his entire torso itself. All these gashes caused him to spit up some blood, feeling himself grow steadily weaker as he succumbed to his injuries somewhat. As he's crouched still in pained disability, the lady of the astral clocktower approaches nearer towards his direction. She displays both of the blades that first caused this calmly at both sides, with all the aura of a highly skilled hunter. She looked magnificent doing it as well, but the hunter figures he'd best not spend his possible final moments thinking in lust. Once close enough for her blades to reach, she begins raising them, her mouth agape as she thinks up some words to offer this sorry individual.
"I'm afraid the road ends here, your journey, and the trails it left behind in your pursuit of furthering it, will die with you." she says.
He should take this moment of opportunity to heal himself, that would be the practical decision. But if the hunter were to describe himself as anything, practical would not be his most ideally befitting title, and he has a better solution. One that will both challenge and cure him of any and all wounds he's suffered.
And so, out of the blue to the lady of the astral clocktower, the hunter pounced upon her before she could deliver the finishing strike; knocking the blades from her grasp and sending her tumbling to the dusty grounds beneath, exactly underneath him. In her moment of shock, she remains stunned for long enough that he can take a lead elixir to improve his resistance to anything she may attempt from below. As expected, she struggles almost instantly after finishing his elixir, and he finds it rather difficult to keep her down and pinned to the ground. He tries his hardest to reach for his belt buckle to loosen it up along with his buttons, but he keeps having to put both his hands back onto her shoulders to keep her relatively down. Her incessant shrill grunts of discomfort and fury are not pleasing to his ears either, in fact, he thinks he's had quite enough of it.
"Pipe down would you?! You're making it very hard to dispose of my pants!" he snaps.
His words born of anger seem to hastily bring an end to her struggling, as well as her grunts of displeasure. The hunter sighs a breath of relief, as he takes this opportunity with cautious ease to finally rid his crotch of their confinements. He does it slowly, keeping a watchful eye on the lady of the astral clocktower for any sudden movements or shifts in demeanor. But currently, she's staring at him like a timid deer facing a monstrous bear, which the hunter found to be quite... pleasurable.
"Oh, don't look at me like that dear prey o' mine. You're getting me all excited already..." he said.
With his pants and undergarments finally lowered, his penis rose to a fully erect state against the chilly night air. He clutched it in hand, giving it a stroke or two to keep it going as the lady of the astral clocktower only seemed to become more and more flustered by the minute.
"Wh..." she exclaimed, stammering before pausing to briefly steady her next words carefully.
"What in the name of the great gods is wrong with you??!" she continued.
The hunter didn't immediately answer her roaring question of concern, instead slipping his hand from just under her bosom down to her thigh, stroking it tenderly and sensually. She gasped into his touch, the realization of where this encounter is heading hitting her fully over her head. Her reaction made him snicker, as he bent himself lower to even out the distance between both of their faces a little.
"You may make me a worse man... but I certainly can make you a better woman." he sinisterly replied.
Before silence could fall over the lingering air of tension, the hunter quickly found a fist connecting into his nose. His head recoiled slightly from the force of it, causing him to snicker after wiping his hand across to visibly witness the results of her jab. It was blood, but a weak amount, which was great news for him. The elixir's effects had taken place and he figured it was time to stop frolicking around the bush. So he initiated their soon-to-be proper intercourse by grabbing the sanctum between her legs, causing a moan mixed with feelings of shock, offense, and subtle enjoyment to escape from her mouth. He slowly, harshly began dragging his grip along over it, seducing the contained orifice through her pants through a barbaric touch. The lady of the astral clocktower seemed to be momentarily distracted by such a feeling between her legs, blushing from cheek to cheek with what seemed to be embarrassment.
"Stop it!" she yelled.
Another flinging of fists occurred and two more jabs were landed upon the hunter's face, which surprisingly seemed to only make him that much more giddy. But there was a ferocious anger settled behind that mask of glee, and she could tell he was planning on fully indulging that anger by serving it out onto her. She continued to resist, even attempting to throw a few more punches. But it was no longer halting him, and it wasn't a matter of time before he managed to get her pants lowered as well. With a finger curled inside of her undergarments, and her thighs closing together instinctively out of slight terror, she tried a different approach at getting him to stop.
"W-, Wait! You're a hunter aren't you? That means your duty lies with exterminating your so called "prey" right? If that is the case, then why not save this for after we've battled?" she said.
Her hopes that this would stop him were short-lived, as the hunter immediately tugged her undergarments down to her ankles, slipping himself under them, back between her legs and above her swiftly. With the suddenness of his movements her legs accidentally slipped apart, creating an opening for him to go venture into. With his cock in hand, he stuck it in as frighteningly quickly as he managed to remove her pants and undergarments before slipping back into place. Watching this made her experience a wide arrange of emotions very quickly, much too quickly in fact. Her brain hadn't even gained enough time to process how fast her heart was beating before the beautifully horrible sensations of his penis nearly reaching her cervix were thrown at her with full force.
"Goodness~!" she whimpered.
It was very painful, it had been the longest of times since her vagina had been properly stretched for a workout of this magnitude. His dick was so long, it fit so far into her within each thrust that she swore it made some kind of physical imprint into her belly. The air was filled at this point with nothing but her pained, slightly pleasured cries of agony, alongside the hunter's quieted, depraved huffs and grunts toward each thrust. She throw another punch at him, and then another, and tried again but that time it had been blocked, and she had faced very painful repercussions for it. Once again swiftly, his middle and index fingers lodged themselves deeply into one of her many stab wounds gifted by him. She cried out in pain as he slowly drove them in and out of her, while simultaneously thrusting deeply into her.
How horrible of a experience this was, she felt like doing nothing but crying. But with time, after his barrage of sadistic torment had passed significantly, she came to accept her fate. It didn't feel good, but she accepted it nonetheless.
"Perhaps, this is my punishment... what I deserve for all my crimes. For all I've done. For all those I've massacred..." she woefully said.
That obnoxious, gleeful grin of sadistic malice finally perished from his face, and he momentarily stopped thrusting into her, seemingly to catch his breath. Unbeknownst to her however, he felt bad, incredibly bad as a matter of fact. His wounds leaked with his blood, and one of them erupted violently, causing him to groan out in pain. She looked at his expression, attempting to understand what he was thinking. It didn't take long for her to figure out what he felt from her words of self-loathing.
"I'm sorry." he suddenly said.
Although confusing to her, a moment of peace and tranquility finally befell her after many minutes of torment had passed. Until his wide, wide smile returned with a vengeance. Now, she was immensely confused.
"Hmm, that didn't take very long... I'm almost disappointed. But oh well, would you like it better now?" he gleefully stated.
She stared blinkingly towards him.
"Wh... What?" she exclaimed in her state of confusion.
He bent down again, leaning his face closer to hers once more, their noses mere inches apart from touching.
"I'm asking if you would like me to make you feel good or not." he said.
Despite everything that's happened, it still took the lady of the astral clocktower a moment to determine the meaning of what he was offering her, causing her blush to return upon discovery.
"I... I..."
"Too long." he interjected.
He immediately began thrusting into her at full throttle again, landing harsh, speedy strokes inside of her clit as she was once again thrown into an array of emotions far too quickly. Each connecting of their crotch felt like hellfire once more, and her throat was getting tired of having to moan so much. She even felt something leaking out the corners of her eyes, then the roof of her lower eyelids. Oh dear, was she actually crying now?
This clear display of his brutality would surely get him to stop again and contemplate his actions once more; but unlike previously, he seemed more encouraged this time around to keep going.
"Stop~!!" she shrill whimpered.
The hunter was breathing like a maniac as he sluggishly brought his speediness down to a slower level. Good, she thought in that moment, she could actually read what was happening much more clearly now that her brains weren't being mercilessly fucked out from her skull.
"Is this good for you my lady?" he suddenly inquired.
She was surprised to hear that he was actually showing proper concern for her wellbeing, considering he had the nerve to make her cry just for not answering swiftly enough for his liking. She groaned in anger and disgust.
"Bastard..." she snarled.
He snickered again, playfully malicious.
"Aha, I take it being done in such a brutish way had it's effects on you yeah?" he remarked.
She had a strong urge to spit on him, but held it inside. But after giving it some more thought, she changed her mind and spat up to his face. His eye closed from the saliva splashing onto it as the majority of it landed over his cheek. He continued to snicker with that obnoxious smirk still on his face.
"So, I'll ask it again. Is this good for you my lady?" he questioned.
His changes in attitude and voice alarmed her, everything about this man was peculiar and strange. But when she thought about it, he had shifted to a much more likable pace, one that didn't absolutely shred through her insides. She hated to admit it, even just internally, but it did actually feel good to her.
"Mmf... better." she said.
After experiencing such brutality, this was a nice and welcome change. She hadn't experienced sexual pleasures like this in quite some time, so she was enjoying refamiliarizing herself with such feelings. He seemed to know exactly the way she liked it too, the impacts coming in at a nice, timely length. She couldn't tell if that was frightening or arousing, but she supposes the combination of both moods was quite thrilling. And as it continued like this, she finally began moaning her ecstasy; not fear, not pain, but pure ecstasy. The hunter himself had been enjoying this from the very beginning, toying with his prey was always an arousing perspective for him; but this, this was special.
He only slightly tested the waters by speeding up his thrusts and impacts a little, something she seemed to accept with open arms. Her body swayed tantalizingly into each stroke he made within her, and he instantly felt the subtle sensation of precum leaking from his moistening dick.
"How is that my dear?" he asked.
She stared daggers at him before digging two of her gloved fingers into the biggest gash across his chest. Hearing him squeal and react painfully was like music to her vengeful ears.
"Who told you that you could stop calling me your lady?" she questioned domineeringly.
The hunter realized quickly that he was losing total control over his prey, which set him straight somewhat.
"Apologies my lady... you're beautiful, my lady..." he said.
The compliments brought something of a smile to her otherwise cold and deadened face.
"Such a polite gentleman..." she flirted.
Seeing how she was moving now resembled movements only a dom was capable of making, a realization that both aroused and terrified him. The hunter refused to ever submit to any of his prey, but he can't help but feel how erotic it is to bare witness to. He groans in arousal as his heartbeat crescendos significantly, a sign that he's very close to arrival. Just as the lady of the astral clocktower begins seeking to take control away from the hunter, he climaxes while still inside of her, the final impact connecting rougher than anything thus far as he unloads his boundless pleasure inside of her. She moans breathily upon his arrival, unlike the sickly grunting noises he makes, his warm sticky semen flowing through her vagina and past her cervix. It feels deep, and her body feels so stimulated that when she cums, it's barely noticed by her.
The two hunters are left panting desperately for the air encompassing them. Neither are truly certain of where to go from here, but they are determined to figure it out
