will’s alt

Leon was an absolute sweetheart. The station loved him. He always brought in donuts on Fridays and was never afraid to speak up to those who needed to be knocked down a few pegs.

You guys were close before becoming coworkers at raccoon city police station.

Having gone to the same academy and shared a bunk, your bond was close inseparable even where you went he followed.

He constantly spoke up for you- it was sweet, really. Everytime others tried to call you anything than sir, or if they’d dare to try your deadname , had him barking chasing them up their trees like a dog chasing a squirrel.

He always defended you. he was the one who helped with your t-shots and made you big hearty home cooked meals that made your mouth water when you recovered from your top surgery, making sure you never had to strain or get up from bed too much. It was only natural you started to date. Now standing in the mirror with a huff- looking at yourself with a scowl in the mirror.

Youd been feeling particularly bad recently. Too many little comments burrowed under your skin like ticks eating away at your flesh.

Your scars curled up your ribs and chest, you stretched and looked at yourself with a frown; cladded in only your boxers you didn't even notice leon who had been standing in the doorway- watching until he approached you from behind. Curling his toned arms around your waist, his face dipping into the crook of your neck pressing a warm , wet kiss there.

"What is it that my beautiful boy’s seeing, huh? Why are you scowling at your reflection"

His voice warm , and sweet- dripping smoothly like honey. His rough hands slowly rubbing your tummy- his palms and finger pads finally developing callouses. His eyes stared at yours in the mirror - the way he ever so slightly took in every detail and inch of your gorgeous body.

“Nothin just- do you even see me as a man? I’m such a pathetic excuse for one. Can’t even stand up for myself.”

you mumbled, your hands coming up and rubbing your top surgery scars- the raised skin feeling rough and unkind under your touch.

"Dont say that.. yknow masculinity isnt the absence of all things gentle... you’re so handsome and ill make sure you dont forget it" he moved his arms around your hips dragging you along.

Till you both sat on the edge of the bed his hands slipped up , tracing your scars while he kissed your back. His one hand slipped down the front of your body, rubbing you through the front of your boxers- achingly slow when you trembled and squirmed trying to grind a little faster against his hand. he slipped his arm around your left arm- grabbing your chin roughly, his legs pinning yours wide- restricting you.

He held your chin, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror

"Use your words. What does my sexy boy want?" He said firmly slapping your t-cock through the fabric just hard enough for it to tingle.

"Can- can you please keep rubbing- little faster cmon.." you whined- looking at yourself in the mirror. You needy, glazed over look- shocked even you.. youd been so irritable and tense lately ; especially after getting your shot done a few days ago.

"Rub what? Be specific" he said sweetly , kissing your neck as if he wasnt teasing you so manly right now.

"Cmon just rub my clit-" youd barely gotten the words out before youd gotten another harsh slap to you aching flesh.

"Thats not what that is." He said sweetly as you groaned and tried to look away he forced your chin back.

".....please just rub my cock" you mumbled

"What was that? I didn't hear you" leons voice carried a sweetly sick teasing tone- seeping deep under your skin.

“Fuck- rub my cock- please , Leon..” you whined, your body tensing as another harsh slap was made to that pretty cock.

“That’s what I love to hear. Such a good, good boy for me.”

he raised his lips to the shell of your ear, whispering breathily.

“Is this what you want, huh?”

he groaned as he dipped a finger inside your through your boxers- the thin fabric a little rough against your gummy walls.

“Just want my hands all over your cock, hm?”

he huffed out, grinding his bulge against your ass as he watched you in the mirror, moving his fingers like his life depended on it. Your moans fueled his ache , his teeth sinking down into your shoulder, moving across each blade and marking them, even at the nape of your neck.

“Want everybody to know whose good boy you belong to. Say it.”

he commanded , landing another harsh slap to the tender flesh.

“L-Leon kennedy’s.”

you choked out, having such a hard time making a simple sentence. Another slap was made to your cock as he slipped his fingers out of you, lifting your hips with his. He snaked his hand up - toying with the band of your boxers.

“Gonna show you who you belong to.”

he whispered against your ear, a sly smile creeping onto his face as he yanked down your boxers, staring at the glistening mess between your legs in the mirror.

“Look at that pretty cock- all mine.”

he hummed, pinching the bundle of nerves , running his fingers in slow, steady circles. Before rudely spearing his fingers into puffy folds again not even bothering to tease first.

Fast and hard, he kept going till he felt your gummy walls clench around his rough fingers . Crying out while twitching and bucking while he curls his fingers through your orgasm. Fingers wet and pruney with your release, he keeps them in place till you stop twitching. He slowly drags his fingers out of your sensitive aching hole.

He brings them to his lips , wrapping his wet tongue around them, sucking the slick release off them while staring right into your half lidded eyes. He watches them go wide as you realize what he’s doing- a smile forming on his lips as he releases his fingers with a pop.

"My boy tastes so good..."

He moves you to lay back against the pillows in bed- hovering over you. His hard on tenting his pants; the fabric just screaming for mercy.

"Here.. just let me clean you up. Youve been such a good boy for me.. I think you deserve a reward" he smirked before moving downward.

"Wuh..- huh? " you mumbled incoherently your brain still fuzzy before you jerked and yelped

"Lee- Leon- shit hhhmph fuck! Slow down-" you whimpered out as he held your hips in place- his nails digging into the soft flesh. He kept your hips in place as he sucked and licked like a mad man.

Leons lips latched onto your t-cock, flicking his tounge over the sensitive abused bud, sucking and slurping like a man having his last meal. You cried out and shivered- hands shooting down and grasping a handful of his hair.

He groaned at the tug to his golden locks grinding his hips down into the matress insistently.

“Down.”

His teeth grazed over the tense bud, before biting down slightly- hard enough to make you shoot up in surprise.

All your pathetic whines were going straight to his throbbing dick as he dry humped the bed a little to relieve that presser curling in his stomach.

he commanded from between your puffy lips, his tongue glazing over the bud to sooth it slightly before digging his tongue deep inside you. The knot in your stomach became more and more prominent the more he sucked, kissed and bit at you until it finally snapped- your back arching as your nails dug into his scalp, moaning loudly as you bucked into his poor face he was groaning loudly the sound reverberating on your sensitive flesh.

He watched you ride your high, lifting his head up and smiling , his chin and lips looking oily. He sat up wobbly and smiley and thats when you spotted it, the very obvious cum stain in his pants..

"Cmon ill run us a bath.. you did so well" He kissed your face all over and massaged your tender hips.

You just closed your eyes letting yourself float into a blissful state..

You knew hed take good care of you... he always did.

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Leon recently got assigned to your unit as a rookie and everything was fine until he actually met you. Your build, your voice, and your dominant but kind demeanor made him fall for you almost instantly. He felt ashamed for it, partly because you're his boss who's much older than him and mostly because he spends a lot of his free time jerking off to you. He wishes you would just bend him over and fuck him. He's too shy to make a move though. He's willing to risk his job over it but not willing to suck it up and confess. The only reason anything came out of it was when you entered the shower room late at night and heard him moaning your name.

"Leon?" You call out. He jumps and holds his breath. "I know it's you in there."

"I- I'm sorry.." He says quietly.

"Don't be. It was cute to hear you moaning my name." You walk over to him. "Can I help?" You look at his naked body and lick your lips.

His cheeks are redder than a stop sign. He nods.

~~~

Leon's eyes widen as you lift him into the air and bring yourself face to face with his pussy. You push him against the wall and dig in. "Ff- fuck~!" Leon gasps, wrapping his toned legs around your head. He throws his head back and lets out cute sounds of pleasure as you eat his pussy. He wasn't expecting you to want to eat him out. He thought most guys didn't, especially not ones that are full of hair. But it doesn't seem to bother you in the slightest. "Oh~ [Name]~!" He sucks in a breath.

"I'm already gonna—!" He squirts in your face.

~~~

Leon feels his body heat competing with the shower water's temperature as you roughly pound into his sensitive, previously virginal, pussy. "Ch- Chief~!" Leon moans, pressing his palms against the slippery wall. "I- I'm gonna come!"

You smirk and move your hand to jerk his t-dick. "Go on, sweetheart." You goad him on. He rolls his eyes back, his pussy squeezing your cock tightly, and squirts on the shower wall. You slow down to give him time to recover.

"I...I want you..." Leon breathes out. "To come inside..."

"It'd be bad if our best rookie suddenly got pregnant."

the small hotel smelt like old wood and beer that had sat out for a week. cracks littered the wallpaper clad walls, and the floorboards creaked with every step. but, you didn’t care. anything was good enough for you at the moment. you’d spent over twenty four hours awake with leon trying to save the president’s daughter. the things you had seen in the last day were enough to traumatize a whole generation. you were unbelievably exhausted, your muscles ached and your eye lids felt heavy. as your eyes rested on the bed, you groaned.

“guess the clerk was dumb enough to give us one bed,” leon scoffed behind you, “told her i wanted two. maybe she’s going senile.”

you let out a laugh at his words, shaking your head. “don’t make fun of the poor old woman, she probably just didn’t know.” you moved toward the couch, starting to take off all your gear. you let out some pained noises as the gear slid off of your sore muscles.

“you alright?” leon asked, wiping off his combat knife as he glanced toward you. he was sitting on the bed, manspreading, his dirty boots leaving tracks along the old wooden floor.

“m’fine,” you mumbled, sitting down on the couch, rubbing your temples.

“you don’t look fine,” he answered, standing up. “y’know what helps me after missions like this? massages.”

your gaze met his and you looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language. “massages?”

“yeah, massages.” he motioned you to come sit on the bed. “come here.”

you huffed out a sigh, moving to sit on the bed. you sat criss cross, your back facing leon. “really?”

“just shut up, trust me. it’ll help.” he stated sternly, his hands moving to your shoulders.

he started to rub the sore muscles, his fingers digging into you with a mix of pain and relief. you let out a soft groan. “fuck, that feels good.”

“see? i told you.” he chuckled, continuing to knead the sore areas.

you let out a soft noise, his fingers working your back so diligently. little did you know, each sound you made— made leon more flustered. his cheeks heating up slightly, his cargo pants tightening. he swallowed hard, his hands moving down your back. leon’s breathing started to pick up, he was an agent— fought monsters for godsake. why do you have such an effect over him? he was mentally cursing himself before he had an idea. he wanted to see how far he could take this until he found out if you felt the same way— or if he was just gonna make a fool out of himself.

his hands continued to trail across your back, rubbing the sore muscles. he leaned in, his breath fanning across your neck. your breath hitched, you were confused— what was he doing?

“uh… leon?” you stammered slightly.

“yeah?” he replied, his voice low and a bit raspy, different from the way it usually sounded.

“what’re you doing?..” you asked, you were still confused, oblivious to leon’s ongoing actions.

“you keep making those noises.. wanna hear more of them.” he whispered against your skin before his lips made contact, kissing along the backside of your neck.

your breath hitched, was he kissing you? you couldn’t deny that leon was attractive, hell, he was gorgeous. his blonde hair, blue eyes, and muscular frame…

“turn around for me, yeah? face me.” leon said firmly, already spinning you around to face him.

your eyes met his, the tension in the room was palpable, you could feel your palms starting to sweat— your face felt like it was on fire and your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

leon got onto his knees in front of you, spreading your legs. he could already see the tent of your erection poking through your work cargos, leon almost groaned at the sight. his hands gently ran across your thighs until coming up to undo your belt. you watched him with half lidded eyes, leaning back on the palms of your hands against the mattress.

he swiftly pulled down your pants, eyeing your length inside of your boxers. “god, you’re so hot..”

you swallowed hard at his words, squirming slightly as he leaned in and pressed kisses along your clothed length. “l-leon.. are you sure?..”

he nodded, “yeah, i’m pretty sure i wanna do this.” he let out a soft chuckle, before pulling down your boxers.

your cock sprang out, hitting your stomach. leon thought he’d drool at the sight of you, all patient and waiting for him. his blue eyes gazed up into yours before taking you in his mouth, starting to suck on your length, his hand taking what couldn’t fit inside of his mouth.

you bit back a moan, your head falling back as you felt his warm mouth engulf your dick. he moved at a slow pace at first, just gauging your reaction— every little noise or scrunch of your nose in pleasure. he was living for this, watching you crumble and fall apart just for him.

he started to move faster, his eyes not leaving your face as he bobbed his head harder on your length, earning a loud moan from you. one of your free hands came up to grip his hair, clenching around the straight blonde locks. “f-fuck.. leon..”

he groaned at the sound of his name on your tongue, vibrations shooting through your body. your hips jerked up into his mouth, seeking more friction— but he immediately shut that down, pinning your hips against the bed with his free hand. his blue eyes told a story, telling you, ‘let me take care of you.’

you let a whimper, his head moving faster, his hand in sync. you thought you were about to see stars, the coil in your lower stomach threatening to explode.

“s-shit.. leon.. i’m about to cum.” you stammered out, gripping onto his hair tighter, “slow down..”

but, he didn’t. he didn’t slow down. he kept up his fast pace, eyeing you as you turned into a groaning mess. hips trying to jerk up against him but failing as his strong hand kept you in place.

you whined as you spilled into his mouth, come coating the back of his throat. you panted loudly, chest heaving as leon let you ride out your high before pulling away.

he swallowed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “head also helps with post-mission stress.”

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Claire could never get enough of Jill’s kisses.

Their first kiss, gentle and shy on the doorway of Claire’s apartment, was a favorite. A soft peck, lips stained with earlier shared wine and tongues touching just the tiniest bit, just enough for Claire to let out a soft whimper and cling to the bell hoops on Jill’s jeans like a lifeline.

It stopped there, their first; soft giggles and a silly wave and Jill was gone, the trace of her woody perfume haunting Claire’s dreams for the night.

Their first kiss was nothing like this one - these ones, precisely. With her back to the pillows and Jill slotted between her legs, Claire felt like she was about to melt.

Heavenly, her tongue, suckling and licking onto every inch of neck her mouth could find, sighing heavily against the softness of Claire’s skin and still respectful enough to not stain her whole body purple in hickeys (even if she wanted to, she kept marks down the collar).

“You smell so good today,” Jill muttered, now licking the expanse of her jaw and discreetly slipping a hand under Claire’s tank top, calloused fingers tickling the soft skin teasingly. With a hitch of a breath, her thighs wrapped around Jill’s waist, arching her back just the tiniest bit.

“And you look so fucking good,” she did.

They got to this point because Claire simply couldn’t keep it in her pants with how hot Jill looked. She knew Jill was strong, but the way the black shirt she wore today was just short enough for a slither of her abs to show made her crawl up the walls. Jill picked her like a potato bag and threw her on the bed when she dared to lick the hardness of her belly.

“What’s gotten into you today?” the older woman asked with a giggle, pulling back from her neck - fuck, with her lips red and swollen and wet with spit and her eyes blown to black - to look into her eyes with curious mirth.

“You did.” Claire chewed her own lower lip, hand finding her cheek to trace the lines there tenderly and put a lock of her short hair behind her ear. “I mean it. You look really fucking good.”

“I look the same as I did yesterday.”

“You looked so handsome yesterday as well…”

With a snort, Jill sat on her heels and squeezed Claire’s thighs, eyeing down her body with tenderness and need. A thumb and pointer sneakily undid the button on her jeans, making Claire shiver as they traced the line of her panties.

“Lift your hips” and she pulled the pants down, Claire lifting her lower body and helping by kicking the piece out of bed and wrapping her ankles behind Jill’s hips to bring her back against her middle.

“Take your shirt off…” Claire said while already pushing the black shirt up to show her delicious abs and messing her short hair on the way. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts revealed in a bounce, perfectly heavy and adorned with brown, already stiff nipples. Claire couldn’t hold her hands back from cupping them even if she tried, barely able to cover all the warm fat on her palms.

Their tongues entangled again, more fiercely, desperately. Jill slipped her hands under the panties, squeezing a handful of ass to help the soft grind the younger one started against her stomach.

“Are you wet already?” Jill’s tone was teasing but also breathless, feeling the panties rubbing against her belly a little bit too warm against skin.

“Don’t know,” Claire muttered against her lips, clawing at the strong, well defined back her girlfriend owned. “You should check it out.”

Oh, she would ravish that woman.

Undressing was fast, clothes everywhere on the room to be find later and their bodies in a mess of warmth, tongue and spit when Jill trailed her mouth down perky tits - where she suckled and bit the little nub with hunger -, kissed that soft belly she loved to touch with adoration and buried her nose against the only piece of clothing Claire had left: her simple black panties, the shameless darkness at the bottom revealing the wetness both knew was there.

“Yeah,” she groaned lowly, desperately discarding the annoying piece as well. “You’re dripping, baby”

Jill didn’t have time to take the panties off, she simply hooked the bottom of the panties on a finger and pulled the wet fabric to the side, trimmed wet curls and a twitching clit shining at her. Breathtaking.

She wasn’t a tease - Claire was, all the teasing in their relationship was reserved for her -, barely sparing a glance before taking a mouthful of pussy, big nose tickled by the short, coarse hair while she swirled around the swollen organ, hugging Claire’s thighs to keep her even closer to her face.

“Jill…” a heavy sigh escaped Claire’s mouth as she bucked the slightest bit against that tongue, her ponytail a mess on the pillow. Opening her legs just a bit more, the clue was immediately registered by Jill’s brain and she was fast to fold Claire almost in half, entranced as her drooling hole exposed itself between parting lips, squeezing shyly around nothing. Jill kissed the skin under it, attentive to reactions.

An impatient one, Claire was, burying a hand on Jill’s hair - gently scratching the scalp - to guide her mouth back to her pussy, rubbing herself all over chin and nose and letting out the softest moans, gasps and shivers.

“Jill-” Claire bit her lip, holding back a desperate gasp. Her hand tightened on Jill’s hair, pulling a little harder. “Turn around, wanna eat you out”

“Desperate today, aren’t we?” Jill pulled back with a snap, licking her wet lips. No need for further begging with her own clit pulsing, entrance seeping and aching. She needed her girlfriend.

Claire was quick to pull her closer after Jill undressed, hands squeezing strong thighs and ass she so needily wanted on her face.

“Ovulating” with a moan, she tried to reach for Jill’s pussy, failing as the woman hovered a little bit too far from her face, her own body facing to her feet.

“Calm down, pretty girl,” Jill reached behind her to caress the red hair, dropping her weight gently on her face. Eager as always, Claire latched on the puffy clit promptly, forcing the older woman to her face by grabbing her hips and pushing her down as much as she would let her.

Jill moaned in surprise, closing her eyes to savor the feeling. Claire had an anxious tongue, touching every bit of pussy she could reach and sucking her wetness as if she had none to drink in days - the best lover a girl could ask for. Only Jill’s.

She had to pull herself out of the pleasure, leaning down to put her own mouth on Claire’s pussy, her girl dripping down the crack, tasting so perfectly tangy and salty and hers.

This girl would be the death of her.

“Spread your legs more, baby” her voice shook and she tried her hardest not to buckle against her chin.

She spread the legs and Jill’s favorite meal parted with a mouthwatering wet little noise, smaller lips shining with her honey.

The only reason Jill didn’t lick her dry was the fact that she was so, so fucking aroused that she stayed wet and fed Jill more and more.

Her mouth left Jill’s cunt with a groan, forehead resting against the curve of a beefy thigh and ass as her belly warmed up. “That tongue of yours…”

Jill herself was relentless, humming and vibrating in response while her tongue circled her filled clit and pulled her hood back with the tip. Claire seized so hard she worried about breaking Jill’s nose.

“Delicious,” Jill pulled back with a kiss, heaving hard. She moved to between her legs, her own a bit shaky, and massaged the toned thighs close to the crease. “What do you want, baby?”

Oh, Claire was out of it. She stared at Jill with such adoration, baby blue eyes shining and pupils blown, mind blank and so fuzzy with pleasure that all she mustered to reply was “Huh?”

“What do you want me to do now, baby?” she laughed, hand caressing Claire’s belly now to bring her back to the moment.

“Oh,” taking Jill’s hand, she kissed her knuckles lovingly. “Your fingers?”

“I can give you that”

They met in a kiss, now mouth. Lazy tongues and warm spit, pushing Claire through the haziness to be able to reciprocate.

Jill’s fingers were rough, calluses in every fingertip and inside of her palm and when they met Claire’s clit in a lazy circle, slipped down to stroke the twitching and seeping entrance and stroked the upper wall just an inch inside her pussy-

“Feels good…”

“I know it does, baby” Valentine’s nose traced a line down her nose, the scent of her sweet and addictive. “Know you like the palm of my hand.”

Two fingers down to the knuckle now, curling just the right way between the sponge-y wet valley inside.

“So I see” she said breathlessly, reaching down to grasp the wrist of the hand fingering her to press it harder against wetness. “More?”

Jill licked her lips, arousement tickling her belly as she slipped a third inside and the tight channel became a little more tighter, squeezing her fingers so, so nicely. She forced her hand under Claire’s butt to angle her upwards a little, legs parting a bit more to make it easier to reach the right spots.

“Fuck, wish i had a cock just to feel this,” a horny mumble that wasn’t thought twice before leaving Jill’s lips but made Claire squeeze around her knuckles. She was desperate, oozing stickiness and gripping her fiercely, the hand on the wrist slamming the fingers against her pussy almost madly. She didn't have to - Jill would gladly fuck her the way she wishes, but there was something so warming and hot about Claire taking her pleasure as she wishes. So cute.

With every arch of her back, her tits looked even more beautiful pointing up, the nipples hard and calling for Jill. So she latched onto one, teeth pulling not so gently on it and when she let go, the whole fat mound jiggled. Claire let out a louder noise, both hands now finding the muscles of the girlfriend’s back to grip her closer.

“Already close” Claire sounded a little embarrassed to admit even though Jill already knew by feeling her killer grip on her fingers and the twitching of her legs.

“It’s okay, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

The younger melted a bit, allowing herself to soak a bit on the slow feeling burning her belly and moan just a bit more freely when Jill found place between her legs again to suck her clit with strength.

“Jill-” Claire’s whole body moved with the strong trust, her legs closing around her girlfriend’s head to keep her right there, right where it felt good and and so warm and wet and she was so, so close-

A cute groan was heard, one of Claire’s hands resting atop of her own heart to feel the grounding beat as she rutted against Jill’s face until she stopped seizing and twitching, the lingering pleasure of her girlfriend’s now gentle tongue and unmoving fingers inside her making her turn to pudding.

A wet noise met the walls of the bedroom when Jill pulled her fingers and parted away from Claire’s cunt with a wet peck, reaching to the floor for her discarded shirt to dry her hand and throw the shirt towards the laundry basket.

“You missed” Claire’s breathless voice said, her eyes barely open and skin with a thin layer of sweat. Jill wanted to lick her all over.

“No I didn't” her arms wrapped around Claire to steal a bit of her warmth, enjoying the skin to skin contact they shared. “Good?”

“Mhm,” the Redfield closed her eyes, yawning and turning to bury her face on Jill’s neck. “You didn’t get to-”

“Shh, don’t worry about that.” Jill pecked the crown of her head, lulling her to sleepiness. “Watching you is more than enough. Rest, baby.”

“Gonna turn me spoiled…” her voice was a small murmur against Jill’s neck.

“It’s okay. I like my women a bit spoiled.”

The night in the castle felt thick, humid with rot, moonlight cutting through cracks in the clouds to glaze over broken stone and damp wood. You had Leon slung partly against you, one arm over your shoulders, body straining to take his weight as the parasite stirred again inside him. His blond hair hung wild, strands dangling low so they caught in the corner of his mouth until he jerked his head in a small, frustrated twitch.

Those dark lines and how they carved his face made him look less like a man you knew and more like some sculpted statue of a fallen angel, cracked and diseased. Veins spread in ink-black tendrils up from beneath his collar, crawling his neck, tracing along one side of his face like roots trying to pierce his skin from within.

They pulsed faintly when his jaw clenched, something else gnawing at his nerves, eyes weren’t the usual piercing, steady blue but had gone dark at the rims, human defiance and feral undertow twisting against each other. The look of a man who could either protect you or tear into you if he let go for even a breath too long.

“Hold on,” you murmured, voice low and only meant to him while a group of zealots spotted you and him down the hallway, guiding him back against the stone wall, pressing his hand to it so he could steady himself.

For a second he turned, the weight of his stare falling fully onto you. It hit like a physical shove the intensity behind it.

His gaze flickered down your face, throat and chest, every shift in his expression betraying that the parasite wasn’t just eating at his control but stoking something baser he was fighting to deny because Ashley was still out there and in danger.

The raw want crouched beneath his grimace was unmistakable and that, more than anything, terrified and thrilled you.

The guttural chant of the zealots tore the moment apart. You broke away, yanking the Blacktail from your holster in one smooth motion. The first zealot rounded the ruined archway, his sickle raised.

One shot of your pistol and his head snapped back, blood and brain matter spraying in a wet halo before his body crumpled. Another rushed from the side and you pivoted, firing twice into his chest. His body spasmed but collapsed only when the third bullet tore through his skull.

A third appeared, shield of rotten wood raised. The first rounds smacked uselessly into it, splinters flying as he bellowed and charged, moving the shield to the side to let the weapon arc in a vicious swing as it came for your ribs. You dropped low, rolling to the side, feeling the rush of air as steel passed inches from you.

Coming up on one knee, you steadied your breath, lined the shot and waited until the edge of his shield slipped, exposing his thigh. One bullet shredded muscle, staggering him, surging forward before he could recover and pressing the Blacktail against the underside of his jaw to pull the trigger. The eruption of gore splattered against the wall while the body folded instantly, collapsing at your boots.

Your hands moved on instinct, click, slide back, new magazine slapping into place. Adrenaline still buzzed in your bloodstream, keeping your senses sharp as you backed toward where you’d left Leon.

Exhaling sharply, letting your focus ease once the threat was over when a broad, gloved hand clamped down on your shoulder, iron-tight.

Without even the chance to turn Leon slammed you into the wall, the impact rattling the breath from your lungs. Both his hands anchored on your shoulders, pinning you hard against cold stone, sturdy body pressed close enough you could feel the tremor in him, whether from exertion or infection you couldn’t tell.

He loomed, his breath harsh, chest heaving, the veins crawling his skin seemed darker now, pulsing with the rhythm of his racing heart, lust fused with fury, fighting the leash of his own willpower.

“I’m… sorry,” he ground out, words gritted and guttural. His grip didn’t ease in the slightest, the pressure on your shoulders unyielding.

You forced your voice to steady, matching his ragged intensity. “That’s the parasite, isn’t it?”

His jaw flexed and finally he gave a small, strained nod. “I can’t control this stupid thing inside me.”

Silence hung, taut as wire, the sound of his ragged breaths filling it. Then you let the words slip, reckless and certain. “Then don’t lose more time.”

His gaze sharpened, a flash of restraint barely clinging.

“Luis said,” you added, heart pounding, “the parasite can be sedated by high amounts of hormones in the blood content. Keep it confused and asleep.”

Leon’s face twisted, equal parts want and skepticism, his teeth bared as he moved closer, dangerously close, voice low, straining, every word bitten through clenched teeth. “…do you really believe that spanish? He worked for Umbrella.”

Your lips brushed his as you leaned forward, your own voice low and hushed. “Everyone else here wants us dead. Might as well try something.”

That was all it took, his restraint snapped like a dry branch. Leon crashed his mouth to yours, forceful and consuming, the kiss more collision than caress. His hand left your shoulder to grip the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair, pulling you harder into him. The other shoved you deeper into the wall, his body pressing firm, unrelenting.

Your lips bruised under his, the taste of salt and copper lacing the desperate clash of tongues. His breath came in sharp grunts through his nose, each one vibrating against your mouth as though the parasite itself was fueling every ounce of this hunger.

He grounded you harder into the wall behind your back, his weight bearing down, overwhelming, control splintering even as he moved with precise, brutal intent. Leon Kennedy now trembling with desperate need against your body, kissing you like he could devour every ounce of resistance if you dared to hold it.

Leon’s tongues collided wetly, control breaking apart with every desperate sweep of his tongue through your mouth. You tried to meet it and fight for space, tangling with him in a messy, heated duel, but the moment you pushed back, his growl vibrated in your throat as he overpowered you easily.

His tongue forced yours down, commanding and dominating every opposing force made while his hands slid down from your shoulders, gripping the line of your waist with bruising force, dragging you flush until not an inch of space separated you from the hard planes of his body.

Your palms traced the swell of his forearms, the muscle taut and trembling beneath skin marred with black veins spidering down toward his wrists. They pulsed faintly under your fingertips, warm and unnatural, a living reminder of what had driven him to this edge.

You followed their path upward, over the bulk of his thick biceps, solid slabs shifting as his arms tightened their hold around you, going then between your bodies, fingers brushing over the outline of his bulge.

Heat that radiated from him was staggering, hard already, painfully so, the size of him straining the fabric of his pants.

The moment your palm cupped him, his entire body jerked like you’d shocked him with a live wire. A guttural sound broke from his chest, muffled into your mouth as he kissed you harder, teeth clacking against yours, saliva spilling over your lips from the sheer force of it.

His hips bucked forward without restraint, grinding his length against your hand, against your thigh, seeking friction like an animal in heat. You could feel how desperately he throbbed, already leaking through the fabric, soaking into your palm as he rutted.

You gasped for air, tearing away from his mouth just long enough to pull at your own clothes with frantic fingers, Leon’s gloved hands fumbling at his belt with the same impatient need. Between the two of you, fabric was shoved down and aside in ragged motions, just enough to bare skin. His cock sprang free, heavy, thick, the head glistening with a bead that rolled down the swollen vein on its underside. Your own pants yanked low, ass bared to the cool night air before you even had time to think.

Leon bent at the knees, clumsy with urgency, hands finding your thighs and bracing them wide. He lifted you in one brutal motion, your back sliding higher up the stone as your legs wrapped tight around his waist.

His cock pressed hot and slick against the curve of your ass, sliding along the cleft until the leaking head caught at your entrance, mouth dropping to your neck, teeth scraping skin while humming a low, vibrating groan as he thrust forward.

The stretch hit you instantly, blunt pressure forcing you open, inch by inch sinking into your hole. Your body tensed around him, nails clawing into his shoulders as he drove deeper until his hips met your ass with a heavy slap.

He bottomed out, every ridge of his length filling you completely, his breath hot and ragged against your throat, voice breaking into a growl, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as if to hide the way his jaw trembled from the intensity and the sheer amount of feelings.

Bruises would for sure form beneath his tight grip on your thighs as it tightened the moment he pulled back, dragging that thick cock out until only the head remained inside you, slamming then forward again with a wet smack. The wall rattled behind you with each thrust, stone scraping your shoulders through your shirt.

His pace grew immediately brutal, each snap of his hips shoving you up the wall, your spine jarred with every deep plunge. The sound of his balls slapping against you along with the wet and obscene squelch of your body stretched around him, grunts timed with the piston force of his thrusts, it all echoed in your ears.

Your legs locked tighter around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back as if to anchor yourself against the relentless pounding. His cock hit deep, so deep you felt every vein, every throb, your body clenching around him helplessly. Leon’s breath was harsh, animalistic, hot against your ear as he groaned, “Goddamn—so tight—” words muffled by clenched teeth. He angled his hips, shifting his thrusts to grind against that spot inside you that made sparks rip down your nerves, your cry muffled against his shoulder.

Sweat dampened his hair, plastering strands across his forehead, his veins still dark but pulsing quicker and faster, in rhythm with his thrusts. His hips went wild against your ass, pounding upward with such force that your vision blurred, moans breaking into high, desperate sounds as he claimed you against the wall.

His grunts deepened and turned rougher, thrusts losing rhythm while those hips snapped faster and erratic. The head of his cock swelled inside your body, every plunge pushing harder until his hips slammed flush to you and stayed there, buried deep.

He growled into your neck, low and guttural, as his cock throbbed violently and hot, thick spurts of cum flooded into you, warmth spilling deep and overflowing, his entire body shaking with the force of it.

For long seconds he stayed pressed to you, cock still buried, body shuddering with each aftershock. Slowly, the black veins that had marred his skin began to fade, retreating beneath the surface until his flesh looked human again, pale and flushed with exertion instead of corrupted. His breathing eased, the wild tension bleeding out of his frame.

Leon finally pulled back enough to look at you, strands of blond hair hanging over his forehead, sweat dripping down his temple. His expression had softened, the steel-blue of his eyes clearer now, alive and steady again. He leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, then let out a breathless chuckle. “Guess Luis wasn’t full of shit,” he murmured, lips quivering into the faintest smirk. “If that’s what it takes to keep this thing under control, we might be in for a hell of a long night.”

You were almost desperate to get to the clinic this morning when you woke up in excruciating pain, already knowing the only thing that would make this endometriosis hell-scape a bit better was to be eaten out by a vampire.

You clear your throat, making both of them turn and look at you surprised. How can two vampires be so poorly self-aware having super senses surprising you. “Uh, hi. I called this morning for an appointment,” you tell them.

You try to ignore the beautiful new vampire, her black hair so long you could already imagine your hands threading through those shiny strands as she ate you out… But no. She didn’t even read the contract of the clinic! You preferred the other one. The one you already had, even if she wasn’t that good eating pussy.

“Oh, yes! I remember you. I had you last month, right?” You nod, trying really hard not to blush but probably failing. “This month you get to be her first,” she says pointing to the gorgeous vampire. Fuck. You are so fucked.

“But I…” You try to argue, but your uterus gives you a painful shock that has you clenching your teeth. “Can we do it now?” You tell her instead.

She smiles sympathetically and grabs the other vampire’s hand as she leads you two to one of the back rooms. “Okay, you have roughly an hour, but we don’t have other patients today, so you can take your time. Enjoy!”

“But what I’m supposed to do?” The gorgeous vampire asks, but the first one is already out of the door.

“You are supposed to feed from me and inject some of your venom so my pain stops,” you explain, taking off your clothes and folding them neatly in a pile.

She looks surprised. “Just that? Just feeding?” You know what she’s asking and you almost want to lie, but the tiny chance that you get to have sex with her is enough to get you talking.

“Some people like to eat me out, too, but it’s not required or anything. It’ll do with just your venom. Just… Fuck, do it already,” you plead, the pain so awful your knees turn jelly as you sit on the bed.

It’s like a switch is turned off in her brain, because in a fast movement you are laying on your back, and her body is fitting between your thighs. She gives your thigh a kiss before she sinks her fangs in your vein and starts sucking. The pain relief is instantaneous, but that doesn't stop her. She keeps sucking.

And it’s like entering another dimension completely. Your brain dissolves into your head, you barely have a single coherent thought as you scream in pleasure as she snacks on you. It might take a couple seconds, or maybe a whole hour, you lose track of time as she sucks and injects pain relief into your system.

She pulls her fangs out of your vein, her mouth red from blood and her eyes blown wide. “You taste so good, little flower. Is the pain gone?” You nod, unable to form words. “Good. Now I can taste what smells like wonder…”

You almost ask her what’s that, but a nanosecond after she’s making out with your pussy like a pro and your back is arching in response. You grab her hair to anchor yourself, making her moan against your flesh and sending all kinds of insane sparks of pleasure up your spine.

Your first orgasm catches you off guard, but the second and the third rock your world in a way that have you struggling to breathe as she feast on your pussy. She keeps telling you how good you taste, how fucking wonderful you smell and how she wishes she never has to leave the space between your legs. In other circumstances you’d be embarrassed, but as you grab onto her hair and rock your hips against her mouth, you can’t fathom embarrassment, only blinding pleasure.

You don’t know how many times she makes you come, but by the time she’s done, you are laying on the bed with a broken brain and zero pain. It’s better than anything you’ve experienced before, it’s everything all at once.

You look down at her as she licks her lips clean, smiling to herself as she looks up at you. Your eyes meet, and she lets out a soft huff, leaning down to give your pussy one last kiss.

“Your hour is up!” The vampire from before screams from outside the door.

Just like that, the bubble is broken and your brain is back in reality. You get up on shaky legs and get dressed. “Wait a second, I’m not done.” She says before grabbing you by the hair and pulling you to her, sealing your lips in the most earth-shattering kiss you’ve ever experienced. If her pussy eating skills were supreme, the way she kisses is god-worthy.

You are breathing hard when she parts, licking her lips as if searching for a hint of your taste. “I hope to see you here next month,” you tell her with a shy smile, your heartbeat crazy after the kiss.