Chapter 63 - 64: Impromptu Affairs ii (R18+)

Chapter 63: Chapter 64: Impromptu Affairs ii (R18+)

Before her hands could pull the fabric an inch lower, my jaw dropped open, and I lunged forward like a striking cobra.

CHOMP. SLURP.

My entire mouth engulfed her right breast.

"AAAAAAHN!" Rebecca shrieked, her back arching so violently off the steel wall that her head almost hit an overhead steam pipe.

I didn’t just lightly kiss the nipple; I treated the entire mound like a high-tier chew toy. My serrated teeth clamped down gently around the base of her soft flesh, while my split reptilian tongue wrapped around her hard, crimson nipple, flicking and massaging it against the roof of my mouth with aggressive, rhythmic suction.

SLOSH. SCHLICK. SLURP.

The sound of my mouth working over her breast was sickeningly loud, echoing off the iron catwalks like someone vigorously kneading a bucket of wet dough.

I was honestly a little worried my Hunter teeth would tear her soft skin to shreds, but the Viral Breeding Panacea and the It Takes Two To Tango synergy effect had turned her body into absolute physical perfection. Her skin possessed a hyper-durable, tear-proof elasticity that absorbed my sharp teeth like soft memory foam. I could chew, bite, and pull on her tits as hard as I wanted, and all it did was send electric waves of pure, degenerate pleasure straight to her brain.

"Ahhh! Hah... mmph... Ghosty!" Rebecca sobbed out, her hands flying to the back of my reptilian head. She didn’t push me away; she slammed her palms against my dorsal scales, aggressively shoving my snout deeper into her exposed cleavage. "Yes! Ahh... chew them! Chew mommy’s tits, you filthy beast! Mmm-hnnngh!"

Mommy?

Did she just say... Mommy?

My reptilian brain completely stalled out, spinning its metaphorical wheels in a ditch full of pure, unadulterated confusion. My split tongue froze mid-slurp right over her crimson nipple, slicked with a heavy coating of saliva.

Motherfucker, what kind of psychological black-magic wire-crossing did my Viral Breeding Panacea just perform on her hard drive?! She went from a hyper-competent, trigger-happy commando to a needy, tit-offering mommy-dom in the span of thirty seconds!

I mean, look, I wasn’t complaining. If an eighteen-year-old prodigy medic in low-rise denim hot pants wanted to refer to herself as "Mommy" while actively begging a seven-foot lizard monster to treat her rack like a squeaky dog toy, far be it from me to cite corporate HR policies. We were in an underground bio-weapons lab, not an orientation seminar.

Rebecca felt me freeze, her haze-filled hazel eyes fluttering open just enough to glare down at my massive snout.

"W-What are you stopping for again, you stupid lizard?!" she panted out, her face burning a shade of red that could put a fire engine to shame. She tried to pull off her classic tsundere scowl, but it was severely undermined by the fact that her legs were still clamped around my waist in a vice grip and her bare chest was heavily heaving against my face. "I... I gave you an order! S-Suck them! Chew them! Do... do whatever you perverted freaks do!"

Alright, bet. You asked for it, Becca.

I didn’t need to be told twice. My Hunter instincts surged back into the driver’s seat, completely washing away any lingering hesitation. If the Panacea made her skin virtually indestructible against my sharp teeth, then I was going to test the absolute limits of that structural integrity.

CHOMP.

I clamped my jaw down hard around her left breast, taking nearly the entire soft mound into my mouth.

"AAAAAHN!"

Rebecca’s scream ripped through the incinerator room, echoing off the iron catwalks and rusted furnace doors. Her back arched off the steel wall so hard I thought her spine might snap, but the Panacea held her together seamlessly.

I went to absolute town on her chest. I used my double-jointed reptilian jaw to knead the dense, heavy flesh, my sharp front teeth digging into her milk-white skin just enough to leave deep, temporary depressions without breaking the surface. My split tongue worked double-time inside the cavern of my mouth, wrapping around her swollen, crimson nipple and lashing it in rapid, wet figure-eights against the hard palate of my beak.

SLURRRRP. SCHLUCK. CHOMP.

The liquid sounds of my mouth aggressively abusing her tit were sickeningly loud, completely drowning out the bubbling hiss of the acid-drenched Queen Leech melting nearby.

"Hah... ahh... YES!" Rebecca whimpered, her hands slamming against the sides of my scaled head. Her fingers dug into my dorsal crests, pulling my face even harder into her cleavage. "Ahhh... chew it hard, Ghosty! Bite it! Mmm-hnnngh... oh god, it feels so good... you big, filthy beast!"

She was completely out of her mind on pure, unadulterated lust. The combination of the heavy pheromones continuously oozing from my skin and the lingering high of the Panacea had completely melted her logical filters. She was bucking her hips frantically against mine, grinding her bare, panty-less pussy straight into the side of my throbbing, concrete-hard hemipenis through the thin fabric of her denim shorts.

SLOSH. SCHLICK.

Every time she ground her pelvis down onto my shaft, a fresh wave of thick, clear pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock, soaking straight through the denim of her shorts and smearing across her inner thighs.

I shifted my focus to her right breast, dragging my wet snout across her cleavage with a heavy, deliberate trail of spit before clamping down over her other nipple.

CHOMP.

"NNNNGH-AAAAH!"

Her legs clamped tighter around my waist, her smooth thighs trembling violently against my scaly hips.

I began alternating between the two, treating her chest like a pair of high-tier chew toys. I’d bite down hard on the left one until she let out a loud, breathless sob, then immediately drag my split tongue over the right one, sucking the crimson nipple until it was completely raw and dark red.

"Ghosty... ahh... Ghosty, please..." Rebecca gasped out, her head rolling side to side against the rusted steel wall. Her voice was a complete disaster area—a messy, incoherent mix of high-pitched moans, sharp gasps, and slurred demands. "It’s... haah... it’s making my stomach feel all funny... I’m... I’m gonna..."

Her small hands left my head and slid down to my broad, chitin-armored shoulders, her nails scratching uselessly against my green scales as her entire body began to shudder.

SCHLUCK. SLURP.

I gave her right nipple one final, heavy, vacuum-seal suck, pulling the hard crimson pebble as far into my throat as it would physically go before letting it pop free from my lips with a loud, wet sound.

POP.

"HAH... ah... ah..." Rebecca slumped back against the bulkhead, her eyes rolled up into her head, her chest slicked with a thick layer of my reptilian drool. Both of her breasts were heavily flushed, covered in dark red tooth impressions that were already rapidly fading thanks to her enhanced cellular regeneration.

She looked utterly wrecked. Her orange crop top was shoved clear up to her neck, her leather vest was hanging open, and her pale chest was rising and falling in rapid, desperate heaves.

And yet, despite looking like she had just survived a category-five hurricane of degenerate foreplay, her hazel eyes flicked back down to my crotch.

The ten-inch, ribbed, concrete-hard hemipenis was standing straight up between us, throbbing with a violent pulse that sent small beads of thick, translucent pre-cum dripping onto her denim-covered thighs.

Her tongue flicked out, idly licking her own spit-stained lips as a dark, unhinged hunger flashed across her flushed face.

"You... you big perverted freak..." she rasped, her voice dropping into a low, raspy whisper that sent a electric jolt straight to my tailbone. "You’re still... so hard..."

Becca, I’ve been hard since the Ecliptic Express. My dick has been operating at 110% structural capacity for the past six hours. It doesn’t know how to soft.

I didn’t bother making a monster sound. My hands just moved.

My heavy scythe-claws slid down her hips, hooking right under the frayed hem of her ultra-short denim hot pants. With one swift, smooth motion, I shoved the heavy denim fabric straight to the side, pushing the left leg of her shorts out of the way until her entire bare lower half was completely exposed to the chilly incinerator air.

There was zero barrier left. No panties, no shorts, nothing.

Her pale, smooth inner thighs were dripping wet, slicked with a copious flood of her own natural lubrication mixed with my pre-cum. Right in the center, her swollen, deep-pink pussy lips were glistening in the dim red emergency light, twitching open and closed with a wet, inviting rhythm that practically screamed for immediate invasion.

SCHLICK.

My scaly snout dropped down, and I pressed my face right between her bare thighs, taking a deep, heavy inhale of her concentrated female scent.

It was an intoxicating blend of vanilla, high-end cologne, fresh petrichor, and pure, concentrated lust.

"Ah! G-Ghosty... wait..." Rebecca squeaked, her hands flying down to lightly press against my armored head. Her tsundere instincts tried to launch one final, desperate defense. "N-Not right here! The... the ground is dirty, and... and what if that leech monster wakes up?!"

I didn’t even dignify the leech comment with a glance. The Queen Leech was currently ninety percent melted into a puddle of acidic green soup five feet away; if it woke up now, it was going to do so as a bowl of broth.

Instead, I raised my hips, aligning the thick, ribbed head of my reptilian hemipenis directly against her dripping, swollen entrance.

The heat radiating off her pussy was astronomical. The moment the textured tip of my cock brushed against her tight, trembling folds, Rebecca let out a sharp, involuntary gasp, her entire body locking up in a spasm of pure anticipation.

I dragged the flared, ridged head of my shaft slowly up and down her wet seam, painting her clitoris and her open entrance with a thick coat of my anesthetic pre-cum.

"Ah... ah... Ghosty..." she sobbed, completely abandoning her last shreds of pride. She wrapped her arms back around my neck, pulling my face down into her spit-slicked neck as her lower body squirted a fresh wave of juice over my scaly groin. "Put it in... please, put it in! Stop teasing Mommy and fuck me!"

You got it, Mommy.

I gripped her soft, bare ass cheeks with both claws, lifting her half an inch higher off the wall to get the absolute perfect angle of insertion but right fucking then the world decided to throw a massive fucking bucket of ice water on my raging boner.

A deafening, high-pitched klaxon suddenly blared through the entire facility, so loud it rattled the metal floor grates beneath my claws.

WEEE-OOO-WEEE-OOO-WEEE-OOO—

The sudden industrial roar was followed immediately by the cold, digitized voice of the central mainframe echoing over the facility’s public address system.

[WARNING. FACILITY-WIDE SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE HAS BEEN INITIATED. ALL PERSONNEL ARE TO EVACUATE THE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. WARNING.]

The blaring alarm and the dispassionate robotic voice snapped me out of my lust-fueled haze like a slap to the face.

Rebecca, however, was still mostly lost in the sauce.

"Ngh... why’d you stop...?" she mumbled, her head lolling against the steel wall as she panted heavily, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen and red. Her eyes were still half-closed, a dazed, confused expression on her face. "Come on...hah... don’t tease me...hah..again..hah"

She blinked slowly, her brain gradually catching up to the sensory input that wasn’t originating from her own overstimulated groin.

"Huh...? What’s... what’s that noise...?"

[T-MINUS TEN MINUTES UNTIL DETONATION. ALL BLAST DOORS WILL BE PERMANENTLY SEALED IN FIVE MINUTES. PLEASE PROCEED TO THE NEAREST DESIGNATED EVACUATION ROUTE.]

Rebecca’s eyes widened, the lustful glaze finally clearing as the words registered.

"Self-destruct?!" she squawked, still pinned in my arms against the bulkhead. "Why the hell does this entire building have a self-destruct sequence?! And why in God’s name did it have to trigger right now?!"

I let out a low, deeply frustrated snarl of agreement, reluctantly tucking my very neglected, concrete-hard reptilian member back toward my scaled belly.

Goddammit, Birkin! Couldn’t your nerdy, socially-inept ass have waited another five fucking minutes before pushing the big red button?!

This had William Birkin’s grubby, dick-waving fingerprints all over it. Just like in the original timeline, once he and Wesker realized the ghost of James Marcus was running amok and compromising Umbrella’s Raccoon City operations, Birkin had decided the best solution was to just blow the whole goddamn place to kingdom come.

According to canon lore, the second Birkin and Albert Wesker realized the vengeful ghost of James Marcus was running around breaching containment and throwing an eco-terrorist temper tantrum, Birkin decided to nuke the entire evidence locker.

Instead of staying home in Raccoon City with his ridiculously gorgeous wife Annette and their cute daughter Sherry, the lab-coat-wearing nerd had somehow trekked through miles of underground maintenance tunnels crawling with bioweapons just to initiate the master purge sequence.

All to wipe out his old mentor’s ghost and keep Umbrella’s dirty laundry from leaking to the press.

What really baffled me was the terrifying durability of video game timeline convergence.

Rebecca and I had completely shattered the standard speedrun route. We had skipped puzzles, turned high-tier boss monsters into an all-you-can-eat sushi buffet, and bypassed hours of tedious key-hunting with raw violence.

Yet somehow, through the unyielding laws of plot armor and bad luck, the universe still managed to sync up Birkin’s self-destruct countdown with the exact second I was about to strip the medic out of her top.

Talk about cosmic-tier cockblocking on an industrial scale.

<To be continued>

(Queen Leech meanwhile: dont mind me melting in acid pool here...)

wanted to finish up the r18 tease so that sunday brings new stuff. hope you enjoyed the Chapter.