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  Beast Hunters

  Part Six

  By

  Tom Harem

  Beast Hunters Book 6 © 2019 by Tom Harem. All Rights Reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Part Six

  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Chapter III

  Chapter IV

  Chapter V

  Chapter VI

  Chapter VII

  Other Parts

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  Part Two

  Part Three

  Part Four

  Part Five

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  Blurb (Part One);

  James' day has finally come: to slay the Reapers' beasts, climb up the ranks and conquer women and glory.

  After three years in the Hunters' Academy, he's finally ready to join his brothers in arms and prove that his father's suspicions about corruption within the organization were wrong, once and for all.

  On his very first day, he ends up being tasked to kill a beast alongside two stunning women. The beautiful, yellow-clad Fire-Controller, Maggie, and the dark, metal-whip-cracking Goth, Kendra.

  But when they confront the Reapers' creature, they make a shocking discovery; one that can jeopardize the whole world and undermine their loyalty to the Hunters. There are beasts out of the ordinary and their organization - The Hunters - might be involved.

  It's a race against the clock to beat the bloodthirsty beasts, and all the while the relationship between the three of them is getting more and more complicated. A clash of personalities is imminent as new members join the group and colleagues become lovers, but James can't lose focus on the fate of the world. With everything hanging in the balance, can James and his companions slay the beasts and stay one step ahead of both the Reapers and the Hunters?

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  He closed his teeth, gnashing, and turned his face, grabbing Kendra's whip and using it to pull us toward him and to throw us across the air. Our bodies rolled down the road, our knees peeling and our hands scraping on the asphalt. Kendra's body fell on mine, my hands on her hips and her hair in my face. The sun overshadowed her face and her green eyes took on amber contours, her warm breath brushing against my neck and one of her knees between my legs.

  "I... Ah... Get off me!" Kendra said, tripping over her own words.

  "You have to get up first!" I answered, looking to the side, seeing Maggie's fireballs losing color and shrinking in size, almost like mere clicks bursting in her hands.

  Kendra got up, straightened her clothes and grabbed her whip which was on the floor, the end covered in a brownish liquid with a smell that almost made her vomit. The policemen murmured among themselves, with their hands in the holsters, already doubting that we would be able to achieve victory. A mere level 2 monster, and we couldn't even defeat that.

  Part Six

  Chapter I

  We were already on the road, on our way back to the secret base, when Maggie said, "Let's go to the main building."

  "What? To do what?" I asked her, checking her through the mirror.

  "Don't we have to take on new missions? Let's do it."

  "Maggie, what's on your mind? Your hand's a mess, you won't be able to wear the glove and Elisa much less. We wouldn't even stand a chance against a level 5 beast at this rate," I replied, "let's go to the base and then we'll see. We've got time. I don't think the impact we had yesterday will have such rapid repercussions."

  "But only one beast a day? I thought you wanted to be the best," she replied, appealing to my desire to be recognised, "Don't you think that having so many problems with a rank C beast when we're all at the same level is a sign that we have to train more?"

  "You're right about that. But does it look like we're in the best condition?"

  "I can do it on my own. They're normal monsters. They're stupid. You know that." She said, blowing all over her hand.

  "And will you fight with what gun? You can't even put the glove on."

  "I can. It hurts a little, but I'll survive. I'm not like Kendra or Ashen, you know? We must avenge them."

  "And we will. But right now, we have to take a break. And that's it, Maggie. Enough of this." I told her, raising my voice for the first time.

  "Okay, then." She answered, bit her lower lip and leaned her pink cheek against the fogged window.

  The weather outside had gotten worse. If hours ago, the sun rays slipped through the clouds, now they were hiding behind them, the wind shrieking like a furious lion about to strike loudly. Although the fight lasted more than we expected, only 20 minutes had passed. The weather was always different when our heads were focused on the fight, when even the breeze was just whistling, and the vivid colors were nothing more than flashes in the background.

  "What a headache" Elisa muttered, "My hand is freezing, and I can't move it."

  "You should get some rest." Vic told her, "Someone must know how to heal that on the secret base. Maybe Tom?"

  "I hope so. Shit, at least it worked," she said.

  "James has good ideas once in a while," Vic told me, looking at me and winking, "I'm about to rise in rank."

  "We climbed up fast, didn't we?" I answered her, while I was driving, the tiny rain now tapping on the front glass, "I heard that some of our colleagues haven't even left rank D."

  "No wonder. Some of them have always been idiots. I heard your brother had been following your legacy."

  "Victoria, you barely like anyone." I told her and she laughed, 'Yes, he is, but you know how much he hates being compared to me. We haven't spoken since I became a Hunter. I left him a message, but he never answered."

  "James, he didn't even talk to you in the academy hallways." Vic said to me, "I think you need to give him some space. Maturity is not gained out of thin air."

  "I know, but we didn't stop being brothers because of that." I told her, reminding myself of a time when we could both be at the table, together, with my mother, the two front teeth popping out forward, without almost ending up in a fight, "I was a little bit prideful, too."

  "Don't you guys get tired of being stuck in the past?" Elisa asked us, "I still can't feel my hand. Looks like she was under anesthesia. Oh, shit. No. This is all your fault," she said, addressing Maggie.

  "Maybe this isn't the best time for this..." Vic started but was quickly interrupted.

  "It's the truth. You just don't have the guts to tell her. She gambled our whole lives because she lost control."

  "You know why she did it." I answered her, trying to calm down the heated tempers.

  We were already back on the normal highway. Time was shaping to our emotions. The rain dropped heavily, rattling against the jeep, obscuring the cloudy view in front of us. The warmth was pleasant, but the awkward silence left us all tearing the skin off our lips and biting them. Elisa hadn't answered me. She punched herself in the leg with her free hand, and before she spoke, she sneezed.

  "That's all I needed. Now I'm sick."

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nbsp; "She's right." Maggie said, scratching the bubbles in her hand until she got bruised, "I've lost control. I put us in danger just to show that I could handle everything on my own. I'm sorry." She said and leaned against the soft textile seats. She had her eyes on the ceiling. She seemed to be avoiding looking us in the eye, as if facing us made everything too real, as if seeing us worried or disappointed would leave her desolated.

  "It's all right." I said, "You're right about one thing. We need to train more. It doesn't matter how long it will take, other human beasts will appear, and I don't know if we'll be as lucky as we were last time. We will get back on our feet first and then we will do a few normal quests." I told them and the conversation died there.

  The rest of the journey was made in silence, to the sound of the rising storm, the grey clouds and the yellow sparks that pierced them.

  As soon as we got to the secret base, we went straight to the room where Tom was that morning. We left the jeep in the garage, exactly in the same place, behind the blue car that was no longer there, and I saved the keys in my pocket. The room was empty except for the doughnut box he had placed in the other room hours ago. There was also a white sheet of paper on the floor, marked with his shoe sole and a couple of sentences with a black line on them. I picked up the paper and put it on the metal table covered in deep-rooted scribbles. The page referred to an incident in which some group had been involved and that was related to Maggie's father. I told them that it was a piece of paper that didn't contain anything important and that I had saved it in my pocket to throw away later on. It was a conversation I wanted to have alone with Tom in order to avoid Maggie's complete collapse. After all, it was my duty as head of the group to protect them.

  "What are you doing here?" An adult voice said. One of those voices that we know will have a lot of wisdom, that the years have passed upon him and with them the teachings.

  It was Aldrin and he looked at us as if we were ants near his huge legs, slightly deformed due to his age and still stable as much as they could.

  "We were looking for Tom." I said, "We've had some trouble with the beast." And I pointed to Maggie's hand and Elisa's glove, which still had some crystals preventing her from taking it off.

  "I see. Don't worry. Don't worry. I don't think it's anything serious."

  "No?" Elisa asked him, "You must not be senile anymore."

  "Elisa!" I warned her before we got kicked out of there.

  "Don't worry. I know how she is. Come with me," the man said in response to Elisa's murmurs.

  "I think that's the line I've heard most throughout the year." I said, low, to Victoria.

  The man took us into a room that was in a narrow, dark corridor, given the spider's webs in the corners and the wall plate already scraped off in several parts. We were greeted by a white-coated lady in her 50s, her green eyes almost colorless, her wrinkled hands and her backboned cheeks, that asked Maggie and Elisa to sit down while she ran some tests.

  "You two can go. Come back in a few hours." She told me and Vic, wrapping up with a contagious smile, "I'll take care of them."

  "Yes, Dr. Lena is one of the best we have." The old Aldrin said.

  "I don't know if it's the best thing to do. To leave them alone." I told him.

  "They're not kids anymore, are they? I'm sure they'll be fine." Aldris said as he dragged me and Vic out, "Get some rest." He put his finger on the DNA ID and opened the door for us.

  We ended up going upstairs, just the two of us, to my room, and we sat back on my bed. It was as if she and I had never left and it was still morning except for the rain that was bumping on the rotten tiles of the disguised floors above.

  She leaned her head against my chest, one leg rubbing against one of mine, the red hair blending with mine. Despite the tiredness, it was difficult to resist her hot, panting breath sweeping across my neck. Her lips pressed against my neck, gluing and detaching themselves, while her tongue glided from one side to the other. I raised my head and leaned it against the wall. Vic took the opportunity to put herself on top of me, her hips almost bursting the skirt lining, and the top not hiding the tits that were wagging now that she was bending toward me. I lowered her top. She didn't have a bra underneath, and her nipples were erect in the middle of the medium-sized areolas. I bit them until she released a long-lasting moan and threw her head back, biting her lower lip.

  "I missed this already" she unleashed, not without moaning louder than before.

  She'd always been a touch-sensitive girl. Her body squirmed at the slightest pinch and pressure. We threw the clothes to the floor and she lay on top of me. We kissed dozens of times, until the sound of the kisses eclipsed the storm that had begun outside.

  "It wasn't just you." I answered her as I turned her over so she could stay underneath.

  The moisture between her legs stuck them together and as soon as I strayed them, she dripped on the bed. The pink color shone, standing out from the skin color of her legs and crotch, as she stroked my hair and begged me to descend.

  I kissed her from her neck to her navel, and then I grasped her hips and ventured into her sweet sea. I didn't even stop when she pulled my hair or when she told me to slow down because she was close to coming.

  Her hands tangled up in the sheets as her back curled and the moans flooded the room. It was almost like a symphonic orchestra reaching its climax.

  "You haven't lost your touch," she said, as soon as her body fell to the ground in a state of trance.

  "We're not done yet," I told her and turned her over.

  She had her breasts pressed against the mattress, her hands stretched above her head, and her ass slightly raised. My dick slipped easily into her. I had absolutely no mercy on her. The warmth of our bodies and the splash that echoed across the four walls whenever our bodies slammed into each other were the only thing that mattered there.

  There was no clock in the room and the cell phones were still in the clothes pockets that color-filled the white floor. We changed positions once more, when she climbed on top of me and rode me until she nearly rolled her eyes. Her tits swung, her hair swirled around, and I could feel the end approaching. That sensation in the stomach core, when it looks like it's being drained, and a few seconds later, we pop. And that's how it was. I finished within her, with my hands on her ass, whilst she moaned in my ear, her breath still warm. We didn't move. The bodies asked for a rest; sweat ran down my forehead, my legs still trembled and when I tilted my head up, I noticed that she had my fingerprints on her ass.

  "After all, you are even better." She said and stood up, letting my liquid run down her leg, "I'm going to take a quick shower and go to sleep. I don't think we can do much more today."

  She dressed her clothes, winked at me before she left the room and vanished into the hallway. I was alone in the room again. I closed my eyes and I don't remember anything that happened after that.

  By the time I woke up again, the rain had stopped. Or at least, calmed down enough not to be heard. A buzzing sound grew in the room and it took me a few seconds to realize it was my cell phone vibrating.

  I had a message from Tom.

  Chapter II

  "I was in the hospital. I know you've been looking for me. Kendra's getting out of here in two or three days. Ashen's going to need a little more time, but at least he can already talk."

  The message had been sent two hours ago. Damn it. How long had I slept for?

  I got dressed and went downstairs. A dozen people were sitting at the computer, while two were eating chocolate cakes in the living room. No sign of Tom, Aldrin or the girls. As I walked around the room, eyes rose up on me.

  "It's weird when all your moves are being followed, isn't it?" someone said behind me.

  "Is it always like this?" I asked him.

  "For a famous person, yes." He answered me.

  Only after his answer did I turn around. He was the youngest looking boy who had been at the meeting the first time I had arrived there. He was wearing a
suit, the gray folds facing in, and a pair of black pants that were probably new as you could see from the lack of creases and how they hadn't gotten used to his body yet. The fringe wasn't quite the same size and a few strands of hair covered his black eyes as well as among his thin eyebrows.

  "Famous? I? I arrived a few days ago', I replied, looking around again and seeing the eyes that were still on me. As soon as they noticed I was looking, they lowered them back onto the screens.

  "Everyone here knows you've destroyed a human beast. They saw the video. You've discovered something we've been trying for years. Regardless of how lucky your members were to know the right people for it, you're still rookies who survived." He said and smiled, his lips disappearing to make way for the whiter, almost glossy teeth that I had ever seen, "They'll stop staring. Don't worry about it. By the way, I'm Jose, are you looking for Tom?"

  "From anyone on my team, actually. But, actually, I could use talking to Tom, too. I have something I need to discuss with him."

  "I think he arrived an hour ago and went to rest for a while in one of the empty rooms upstairs." Jose answered me. He called one of the boys who was working on the computer and asked him if he'd seen Tom. The boy repeated what he had said. Well, I'd have to wait for him to wake up. There was a moment when I stopped to think. All the recognition I'd always wanted was there. I had it, albeit on a small scale, but I didn't need much more. I was the boy who survived, from the group who had delved into the conspiracy theory and who had survived the attack of a beast who had no level.

  The conversation was over there. He told me he had some business to attend to, said goodbye with a strong handshake and wished me good luck.

  I didn't see Tom that day. Not even on the next day. I stayed with the girls, but we didn't leave the secret base. The doctor had been very clear. They needed a day to rest, to spread a sour cream that smelled almost like oil all over their hands, every three hours, until the pain, blisters, and swelling disappeared. Elisa no longer had her glove attached to her hand, but she still couldn't move it and had part of her bones fragmented. We spent the day in bed, talking, laughing, kissing to the sound of the thunderstorm outside.