Chapter 57: Religious Wolf
Back at the training camp around Cherry Town, Michael went back to his favourite spot to practice his shooting.
Before all of this, before becoming a beast, Michael was a sharpshooter. He was in line to become a pretty great gunslinger, which was exactly what he was aiming for.
Yet, ever since the blood that ran in his veins was changed, his vision did, as well.
The hunter couldn't shoot as well as he used to.
He couldn't focus on his aim, as well, either.
Whenever he tried aiming, his vision became a lot blurrier. This sort of occurred every time he tried focusing on doing pretty much anything.
Something was wrong with him.
This morning, he attempted to shoot these glassed jars, which were used to keep milk in them.
He aimed and he aimed…
Then…
Bang! Bang!
And…
Nothing.
He never hit any of the glassed jars. He did hit the trees behind them, but not the jars…
He never hit the jars.
Great… Now, I can't shoot, at all… I'll never be a gunslinger again…
"Need help, pretty boy?" the voice was familiar.
Michael turned his head and saw that it was no other than Catherine—the nun from that strange church.
This was the first time that she was ever seen in Cherry Wood.
Well, observed here by Michael, at least.
Her?
"What are you doing here?"
"Isn't that a nice welcome? So rude!" she replied to him, crossing her arms together and looking up while shutting her eyes.
"Since when did you leave your church, exactly?"
"Why, as soon as I received some help," she pointed out to him, even though, that didn't make sense to him. Who was helping her now?
"What help?"
"Lycanna's."
"Lycanna? Seriously?" Michael remembered her helping her out a bit around the time that they fought Marsha AKA the shadow werewolf for the last time, but he thought that this little arrangement was only for a brief amount of time. This ended up lasting a lot longer than he could ever predict.
"That little wolf spirit is giving me a hand, and I thought I'd drop by. I haven't been in Cherry Wood in… Years…"
"Oh! So, you've come here before?"
"I sure did!"
"Wait… What are you doing…?"
Before he knew it, the pretty and short redhead placed both of her slender arms around his waist.
Nearly touching his crotch as he did so.
What is this all about?
"Hold on…"
He had no idea what she was attempting to do to him.
"Catherine!"
Then, what he thought was going to happen didn't exactly happen…
Instead of her groping his crotch as he thought it would be, the case, she slid her hands down his arms after surrounding him with them… Soon reaching the pistol he still held in his hands.
She now held it just as much as he did.
She held the gun with him.
They were together.
"Huh?"
"There. Let me help you."
"Help me how?"
Bang!
All of a sudden, the young man became silent.
A fire had been shot.
Catherine was the one responsible for this. She was the one who pulled the trigger. Steam drifted out of the tip of the barrel. Michael re-opened his eyes and looked up to see that the shot had been fired perfectly. The bullet broke one of the bottles in the field. Exactly what Michael had been having trouble doing since earlier when he began training.
"Like this."
"I didn't know you could shoot."
"I saw you earlier. Looks like you can't" the nun with bright red hair shot at him.
"I used to be able to, but then, everything changed, and I'm having so much trouble, now," he explained to her.
"Don't worry, It'll come back to you."
"But if it doesn't?"
"Then, if it doesn't, that probably means you're better at something else…" Naturally, as soon as she erotically uttered the word else, her hands slid back down to his crotch, and she found herself massaging his cock through the fabric of his pants. And… All of a sudden, this little shooting practice had already gone down the hills and became more erotic than it should have been. Still, with her arms wrapped around his waist, she concluded that the best thing to do to make the boy feel better was to masturbate him through his pants. An easy task. There were only two layers of clothes for her to deal with: His pants and his underwear. And to be fair, as soon as she began playing with him, he became so much harder than all of it felt like a true walk in the park.
Nothing regarding this was complicated to her.
"What are you doing?"
"Just giving you a boost," she replied to him.
"A boost?"
"Yes. In moral. That's what nuns are supposed to be doing, right?"
"It is?"
Squish! Squish!
Things had gotten so bad that a bunch of wet sounds were heard as she jerked him off through his pants and underwear. Redheart had not only become hard, but he was wet too. Purely judging by the sound of it, lots of pre-cum must have overflown out of his dick and gotten everywhere inside of his underwear.
"Catherine."
"Don't worry. Don't you remember how much fun we had when we first met at church? The confessional booth had not been hotter than this in years. You are special, sweetheart. Are you sure you still want to be a couple with Maleva? Do I still have a shot at you or what?" Catherine erotically whispered at his right ear, seducing him as she playfully continued jerking him off through his pants until the inevitable breaking point…
"I'm cumming!"
"OH! It's so hot and there's so much of it that it might find a way to get through these two layers of fabric! Oh, my God! It did! My fingers are all wet and sticky!" Catherine purred and moaned as she realized how much of his thick and juicy load had gone through to the other side.
"I feel… Much better…" He fully admitted to her.
"Now, let's see what we have here…" Catherine declared as she moved down to her knees and pulled on his clothes, hoping to catch a peek at the interior of his underwear.