Resident Evil: The Dead Must Breed (Zombie/Monster Evolutions Fanfic)

Chapter 27: Chapter 28: Aftermaths

Here returns the og that was deleted.

And for yesterday, apologies for missing the update, had fallen asleep early and forgot to schedule.

Tomorrow will add an bonus Chapter to made up for it.

Also this and next Chapter are part of kinda aftermaths so can feel a bit slow so bonus Chapter also handles that aspect.

Basically I am trying to keep the story and romance build up slowly, dunno how’s it working out for you guys, but to me it feels good for erotica.

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Schllrrrp.

A massive, incredibly rough slab of wet muscle dragged from her chin, straight over the bridge of her nose, and up to her hairline.

Rebecca groaned, screwing her eyes shut against the sudden dampness. Her brain was still wrapped in a heavy, comfortable fog, clinging desperately to the blissful ignorance of sleep. She felt warm. Unbelievably warm. A heavy, furnace-like blanket was draped over her entire body, pinning her securely to the ground.

But it wasn’t just the weight of the blanket.

There was something resting directly on her bare lower stomach. Something incredibly heavy, impossibly hot, and thickly veined. It was twitching slightly against her skin, a slow, rhythmic throb that pulsed a feverish heat straight through her abs. She could feel the heavy, flared head of it nestled intimately right at the waistband of her pants, oozing a slow, warm slickness that pooled right over her belly button.

Schllrrrp.

The thick tongue dragged across her cheek again, leaving a heavy trail of hot, musky drool.

"Ugh... five more minutes..." she mumbled, lazily raising a hand to swat at whatever was bothering her.

Her fingers smacked against something solid. Not bone, but an incredibly dense, hard layer of skin that felt like thick Kevlar packed tight under a layer of coarse fur and muscle.

Rebecca’s eyes snapped open.

The cracked, water-stained ceiling of the underground animal pen came into focus.

And hovering exactly three inches above her face was a terrifying, bloody canine muzzle. Its milky, pupilless eyes stared down at her with absolute, unadulterated affection. Its jaw was hanging open in a dopey, happy grin, thick ropes of drool swaying precariously over her forehead.

Oh.

Oh no.

The fog in her brain didn’t just lift. It violently evaporated.

The heavy blanket pinning her to the floor was two hundred pounds of apex predator. And that hot, pulsing weight resting so heavily against her bare stomach...

That is his dick. His giant, throbbing dick is just sitting on my stomach.

The memories of exactly what had happened right before she passed out came rushing back in full, horrific, ultra-high-definition detail. The pumping fist. The tongue shoving its way down her throat. The massive, volcanic eruptions of thick white fluid.

"GET OFF!"

Rebecca shrieked at the top of her lungs, slamming both her hands against his dense chest and shoving with every single ounce of panicked strength she possessed.

Ghosty let out a confused whine, completely caught off guard. He stumbled backward, his heavy claws scraping awkwardly against the concrete as he scrambled off her.

The sudden removal of his body heat was shocking, but the tactile sensation of him pulling away was infinitely worse.

Schhh-thwuck.

A disgusting, wet peeling sound echoed loudly in the empty room as the heavy purple shaft finally unstuck from her skin.

Rebecca sat up, looking down at her own torso, and her soul genuinely tried to leave her body.

Her canvas shirt was bunched up entirely under her armpits. And covering every single inch of her exposed stomach and chest was a thick, horrific disaster zone of mutant semen.

It was everywhere. Massive, pearly-white ropes crisscrossed her flat stomach, sticking to her skin like warm glue. A huge, glistening puddle had completely filled her belly button. The valley of her cleavage was entirely flooded with a sticky white lake that had soaked completely through her sports bra, pasting the fabric to her skin with a disgusting, squishy heaviness.

"Ew! EW! Oh my god, EW!"

She scrambled backward, slapping desperately at her chest. Her hands just smeared the sticky mess further. The sports bra was a complete sensory nightmare—cold, heavy, and absolutely saturated with thick, musky cum. The wet fabric was grinding painfully against her sensitive nipples with every breath.

"I can’t—I can’t do this!"

Panic and absolute revulsion took over. Without even thinking, she grabbed the hem of her bunched-up green shirt and violently yanked it over her head, throwing it onto the floor. Then, her cum-slicked fingers frantically clawed at the elastic band of her sports bra, peeling the ruined, soaking-wet garment up and off her torso, tossing it with a heavy, wet splat against the wall.

She immediately began scraping at her bare skin with her hands, trying to squeegee the thick, gelatinous globs of semen off her chest and stomach.

"Get it off, get it off, it’s everywhere—"

She paused to wipe a massive string of cum off her collarbone, glancing up.

Ghosty was sitting perfectly still a few feet away. His milky white eyes were blown wide, his head tilted slightly, staring dead ahead in a trance.

He was staring directly at her bare breasts.

Every single time she frantically scrubbed at her chest, her soft tits bounced and jiggled, heavily glazed in his thick, pearly white cum. The contrast of the shiny, wet fluids smeared over her pale skin and flushed, tightening nipples had completely hypnotized the giant hound. His tongue lolled out, a fresh string of drool hitting the floor.

Rebecca froze.

He’s staring. The mutant dog is staring at my tits.

"GYYAHHH!"

A sharp, mortified yelp tore out of her throat. She violently slapped both of her hands directly over her bare breasts, hunching her shoulders forward. Her fingers pressed hard into the soft flesh, violently squishing her tits together and pushing the sticky, warm cum trapped between them up toward her collarbones.

"DON’T LOOK AT ME!" she shrieked, her face burning with the heat of a thousand suns. "CLOSE YOUR EYES! LOOK AT THE WALL, YOU PERVERT!"

Ghosty blinked, letting out a soft, confused whimper, but he completely refused to look away from the squished, cum-covered cleavage spilling out from behind her fingers.

Sitting there, half-naked on a filthy concrete floor, aggressively squeezing her own semen-coated boobs while a giant mutant dog stared at her... the absolute, soul-crushing reality of her situation finally broke through her panic.

I came.

The thought echoed in her mind, loud and devastating.

I came from a dog.

She squeezed her eyes shut, a pathetic sob catching in her throat. Her underwear was still completely soaked, a heavy, slick dampness clinging to her lower lips that had absolutely nothing to do with him and everything to do with her own traitorous body.

Am I a zoophile? Oh my god, I’m a zoophile. I’m a sick, twisted freak. I let a monster hump my chest and shove his tongue in my mouth, and I actually orgasmed. What is WRONG with me?!

She cracked one eye open, sneaking a thoroughly shameful peek at his crotch.

His dick had deflated from its terrifying peak, but it was still a massive, thick tube of purple meat resting heavily on the concrete, lazily oozing thick, translucent drops of pre-cum.

Is it because it’s huge? Did my body just react to the sheer mass of it? But it’s purple! And it’s attached to a DOG!

The spiral deepened, sucking her down into an inescapable vortex of pure shame.

Captain Enrico would shoot me. He wouldn’t even ask questions. He’d just pull out his magnum and put me out of my misery. ’Sorry, Rebecca, S.T.A.R.S. doesn’t employ zoophiles.’ And my parents! My mom told me to find a nice doctor in Chicago! She didn’t mean a dog that can snap a zombie in half!

Ghosty let out a long, pathetic whine. He didn’t like seeing her distress. He shuffled forward on his belly, his heavy claws clicking softly against the stone, completely ignoring her earlier command to stay away. He stretched his bloody, terrifying snout out, gently nudging his cold, wet nose against her bare knee in an attempt to console her.

Something inside Rebecca completely snapped.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!"

She dropped her hands from her breasts and launched herself forward.

Ghosty didn’t even try to brace himself. He just let out a surprised grunt as she slammed both her hands into his dense chest, the sheer momentum tipping him backward. He flopped onto his back like a giant, armored puppy, exposing his soft underbelly.

Rebecca didn’t stop. She scrambled completely on top of him, throwing a leg over his waist and straddling his thick torso.

"You ruined my life!" she sobbed, balling her cum-stained hands into fists and hammering them down onto his chest. "I was a prodigy! I was top of my class! And now I’m just the girl who jerked off a mutant!"

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her fists beat against his hard, subdermal skin, completely lacking any real force. Ghosty just lay there, looking up at her with mild confusion as she wailed on him.

"I hate you!" she cried, tears freely streaming down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the smears of dry cum on her face. "I hate your stupid pheromones! I hate your giant stupid dick! I hate that you made me feel... feel... whatever that was!"

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Her small, cum-slicked fists hammered uselessly against the rock-hard wall of his chest. It felt like punching a tire. Each impact barely made a sound, doing absolutely nothing to the massive beast beneath her.

"You—you absolute—dick-monster!" she choked out between sobs, her voice thick and wet with tears. "You just had to, didn’t you?! You couldn’t just be a normal, non-horny guard dog!"

Ghosty let out a soft, pained whine, the sound vibrating directly through her hands. He didn’t try to push her off. He just lay there, soaking up her pathetic assault, his milky eyes wide with a profound, canine confusion. He didn’t understand why she was crying. He didn’t understand why she was hitting him. He had done the thing, and the thing had made her body do that shaky, vibrating thing, which his instincts told him was a very good thing. So why was she so upset?

He tentatively tried to lick the tears from her chin.

"Don’t lick me!" she shrieked, batting his snout away. "You’re not allowed to lick anything anymore! All licking privileges are hereby revoked!"

The pathetic flurry of blows continued, but the anger was already fading, draining out of her like water from a sieve. Each thump was weaker than the last, her energy completely spent. The frantic rage dissolved into a deep, hollow well of pure, soul-crushing despair.

Her fists slowed, turning from angry punches into weak, defeated taps.

Thump... thump... tap...

"What am I supposed to do now?" she whispered, her voice cracking. The tears were coming freely now, hot and salty, tracing clean paths through the crusting white semen on her cheeks. "I can’t go back... Captain Enrico will know... everyone will know... I probably smell like it..."

Her fists finally uncurled, her sticky palms resting flat against his chest. Her shoulders slumped, her entire body going limp with exhaustion. She was just too tired. Too tired to fight, too tired to be angry, too tired to even hold herself up anymore.

She shifted slightly, her hips slumping forward as her energy gave out.

And then she felt it.

Something thick, warm, and semi-hard pressed directly against the soaking wet gusset of her underwear.

What is that?

A single, horrified second of processing.

Oh. Of course. It’s that.

His dick. It wasn’t fully erect like before, but it was still a substantial, pulsing weight against her most sensitive area. The tip of it nudged right against her clit through the thin, ruined fabric of her panties, radiating a deep, familiar heat.

A fresh wave of revulsion should have hit her. She should have screamed and scrambled off him like he was on fire.

But nothing happened.

There was just... nothing. A hollow, empty void where the panic was supposed to be. She was just too drained. Too completely, utterly broken to even muster the energy for another round of screaming. The absurdity of her situation had reached a terminal velocity. What was one more disgusting, intimate violation at this point?

I don’t even care anymore. I am too tired to care. Just add it to the long, long list of things that have ruined my life today.

With a final, shuddering sob, her body gave out completely.

Rebecca collapsed forward.

Her head hit his chest with a soft, defeated thud. Her bare, cum-covered breasts squished flat against the hard wall of his torso, the sticky fluid acting like a disgusting adhesive. Her cheek was pressed against his dense, subdermal armor, and she could feel the deep, steady thrum-thrum-thrum of his heartbeat rumbling right through her skull.

The intoxicating scent of petrichor and earthy musk enveloped her, thick and suffocatingly comforting. It was a bizarre island of safety in a sea of absolute filth and shame.

He was a monster. He had violated her in a dozen different ways. He was the reason she was sitting here, half-naked and covered in a biological nightmare.

But he was also warm. He was solid. And he hadn’t let anything else hurt her.

The heavy, pulsing weight of his dick nestled against her crotch was just another sensation in an ocean of overwhelming input. It was there. It was warm. And she simply did not have the capacity to give a single fuck about it anymore.

Ghosty let out a soft, sympathetic whine. He carefully raised his massive head, nudging his bloody muzzle under her chin, trying to push her face up so he could see her. When she didn’t respond, he just rested his heavy chin on the top of her head, his tail giving a single, slow thump against the concrete floor.

A deep, vibrating purr started up in his chest, a soothing mechanical rumble that buzzed through her entire body.

Rebecca let out a long, shaky breath, her tears soaking into the coarse fur on his chest.

"I’m so sticky," she whispered into his torso, her voice completely broken.

And for the first time since the train crashed, she didn’t try to pull away. She just lay there, a naked, crying, completely defeated girl, finding a sliver of comfort on the chest of the monster who had just completely ruined her.

[To Be Continued]

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