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

Chapter 29: Chapter 30: My Jizz is Better Evolved!

Watching Rebecca march down the opulent hallway of the training facility was easily the greatest moment of my entire undead existence.

Her shoulders were stiff. Her face was flushed an absolutely spectacular shade of embarrassed crimson. She was practically radiating shame and the faint, lingering scent of my dried mutant jizz.

I just got a canon Resident Evil protagonist to aggressively stroke my massive monster cock until I painted her bare tits like a Jackson Pollock canvas.

My post-nut clarity was currently operating at maximum efficiency. To be perfectly honest, I had severely underestimated exactly how much her close-range physical contact was going to completely scramble my mutated brains.

When she straddled my back in the library to ride me up that elevator shaft, pressing her warm, squishy thighs right against my exposed ribs, I nearly had a catastrophic premature ejaculation right there on the wall.

And let’s not forget when she slipped and her bare hand accidentally grabbed the thick, leaking base of my dick. That brief squeeze sent my apex breeding urge into absolute overdrive.

Combine that intense, lingering blue-ball pressure with the massive surge of raw biological energy I got from slurping down a twenty-foot mutant centipede, and my feral instincts were completely redlining.

I was practically vibrating with euphoric energy. And then, there she was.

Laying on the floor, exhausted, sweaty, and looking so incredibly vulnerable. I completely lost my goddamn mind.

She just looked so incredibly delicious. There was absolutely no way I could have stopped myself from breeding her.

I’ll admit I might have gone a bit too far with the aggressive French-kissing and turning her cleavage into a literal cum-dumpster.

But I actually showed remarkable restraint! She was a virgin, after all.

I didn’t just aggressively shove my eight-inch concrete pillar inside her and ruin her walking animation for the rest of the game. I kept it strictly to heavy petting and a massive bukkake session. A true gentleman monster.

Besides, I actually had a completely valid, system-backed reason for lathering her face and chest in my thick, sticky genetics.

While we had been casually roaming the halls and turning corporate zombies into chunky salsa earlier, my inner gacha-addict had gotten the better of me.

I had accumulated a decent stash of Evolution Points. Since my previous pulls had yielded phenomenal, game-changing mutations, I decided to spin the Roulette wheel a few times before the centipede boss fight.

I also specifically bought the Stinger’s heavy tail mutation from the shop right before we dropped into the pen.

My canine jaws and claws were great for snapping human necks, but they weren’t going to do shit against a prehistoric insect tank. Popping out a giant scorpion appendage to violently pump the bug full of liquefying venom was the smartest tactical purchase I had made all night.

The lottery, however, reminded me that the RNG gods are fickle bastards. My first three pulls were absolute, unmitigated trash but still better than cursed things that earlier pulls had dropped.

[Reward Acquired: Item – A half-empty can of First Aid Spray that smells overwhelmingly like cheap Axe Body Spray.]

[Reward Acquired: Item – Ada Wong’s lightly worn red lace panties.]

[Reward Acquired: Item – A single pack of Raccoon City branded rolling papers.]

I shoved the panties into my spatial inventory for future academic study, completely disgusted by the waste of points. But on the fourth pull, the hentai RNG gods finally smiled upon my degenerate soul.

[Reward Acquired: Trait - It Takes Two To Tango]

[Description: Your reproductive organ now secretes a specialized chemical lubricant. Upon contact, this chemical temporarily modifies the cellular makeup of the partner’s skin and internal tissues, making them hyper-elastic and completely resistant to tearing, bruising, or internal damage. You can now accommodate any size difference without causing physical harm to the host.]

I stared at the glowing blue text in my mind for a solid minute.

What the actual fuck was wrong with this System?

I was incredibly thankful for the skill since I was currently hauling around a weapon of mass reproduction that could easily split a normal human woman in half. But this was literal, purpose-built equipment for monster breeding.

I really needed to ask the glowing holographic interface if its actual registered name was the Monster Evolution System or the Hentai Protagonist Breeding System.

But the system wasn’t done completely validating my degenerate existence. Right after the skill unlocked, a shiny golden notification popped up.

[System Alert: Synergy Detected.]

[Your traits <Better Evolved>, <Apex Breeding Urge>, and <It Takes Two To Tango> have formed a highly synergistic biological reaction.]

[New Effect Unlocked: Viral Breeding Panacea]

[Description: Your genetic material (semen) now carries an incredibly high concentration of aggressive anti-viral antibodies. These antibodies aggressively hunt and neutralize any infection host has.]

[Furthermore, it safely imparts the positive evolutionary benefits of the neutralized virus to the host—granting increased reaction time, enhanced strength, and minor cellular regeneration without the negative necrotic side effects]

[Note - Skin absorption provides mild effect. Oral ingestion or vaginal insemination provides maximum effect.Continuous Exposure strengthens effect]

My cum was literally a cure-all vaccine that gave you superpowers.

So when I had shoved my massive tongue down Rebecca’s throat and subsequently glazed her entire upper body like a fresh pastry, I wasn’t just being a horny, overgrown hell-hound.

I was performing a highly aggressive, purely preventative medical procedure, vaccinating the medic. And ofcourse giving her a permanent buff to her stats.

You can scrub the armor all you want with those cheap wipes, Becca, but you definitely enjoyed it, and you’re officially immune to the local air quality. You’re welcome.

I trotted comfortably behind her, my heavy armored claws clicking a cheerful rhythm against the marble floor.

I gave my scorpion tail a lazy, experimental swish, watching the heavy stinger glide through the air with terrifying, fluid grace before pulling them back inside.

These things had costed me hefty but they sure did the job well.

[Scorpion Stinger (300EP) : The stinger of an T - virus infected Scorpion which has gone significant mutation, and now boasts strength and sharpness to pierce even steel. The venom inside the stinger can be injected for maximum damage, as it is capable of liquidizing most organic compounds in an instant.]

Rebecca paused at the intersection of the main corridor, pulling the shiny brass Fire Key out of her vest pouch.

She glared at it as if the metal object had personally insulted her entire family lineage.

"Okay, Fire Key," she muttered, her voice still carrying a distinctly raspy edge from her earlier screaming and moaning. "Where do we have a door with a fire symbol on it? Kitchen? Boiler room? Some kind of incinerator?"

I stepped up beside her and casually nudged her thigh with my snout.

We are not spending the next three hours wandering around this mansion looking for a matching keyhole like a couple of brain-dead tourists.

I already knew exactly where the red doors were located. The developers had meticulously placed them in highly inconvenient spots to force players into agonizing backtracking loops.

I also knew that those specific doors were made of century-old mahogany and decorative brass fittings. They were not reinforced steel. They were just standard, pretentious rich-people doors.

I let out a low, rumbling huff and marched past her, taking the lead toward the western wing of the second floor.

"Hey! Where are you going?" she called out, quickly jogging to catch up with my brisk pace. "Do you actually know where this goes, or are you just following your nose to the nearest pile of garbage?"

I am navigating us toward the absolute best loot drops in this entire biohazard zone so you don’t get your perfectly shaped ass chewed off by a rogue primate.

We reached the end of the western corridor, stopping directly in front of a heavy wooden door intricately carved with the insignia of a roaring flame.

Rebecca immediately let out a triumphant sigh, stepping forward with the brass key clutched firmly in her gloved hand.

"Unbelievable. You actually led us right to it. Good boy," she praised, sliding the key into the heavy brass lock.

She turned her wrist, fully expecting the satisfying click of unlocking mechanisms.

The key stubbornly refused to budge.

Rebecca frowned, jiggling the brass handle and applying more pressure to the key.

The ancient metal simply ground against the internal tumblers, completely seized by decades of rust and absolute neglect.

"Come on, you piece of corporate junk," she grumbled, putting her shoulder against the wood and forcing the key harder. "Turn!"

With a sharp, sickening metallic snap, the top half of the brass key broke off entirely.

The jagged stump remained hopelessly wedged deep inside the keyhole.

Rebecca stared at the useless piece of metal left in her hand. Her mouth dropped open in sheer, unfiltered disbelief.

She looked from the broken key to the heavy wooden door, her shoulders slumping in absolute defeat.

"You have to be fucking kidding me," she whispered. Her voice trembled with the kind of profound exhaustion that usually preceded a massive psychological breakdown.

"The key broke. The puzzle item broke. We are completely locked out."

I sat back on my haunches and let out a loud, highly amused snort that sprayed a fine mist of condensation onto the polished floorboards.

Video game logic has officially left the chat. Welcome to the real world, sweetheart.

She buried her face in her hands, letting out a muffled scream of pure frustration.

She was fully operating under the assumption that without the designated magical key, this entire section of the facility was permanently walled off.

I decided it was time to demonstrate the absolute superiority of blunt force trauma over sophisticated puzzle-solving.

I stood up, shaking out my heavy chitin plates, and took three deliberate steps backward to give myself a solid runway.

I lowered my massive, armored head, digging my hind claws deeply into the expensive Persian runner rug for maximum traction.

Rebecca peeked through her fingers, her brow furrowing in deep confusion.

"Ghosty? What are you doing?"

I didn’t bother offering a warning bark.

I simply fired my massive leg muscles like coiled industrial springs and launched my entire two-hundred-pound armored bulk directly at the center of the mahogany door.

The impact sounded like a bomb going off inside the narrow hallway.

The heavy wooden door completely exploded inward. The ancient hinges sheared off the frame with a violent shriek of twisting metal.

A massive shower of splintered wood, brass fittings, and pulverized doorframe rained down across the interior carpet as my heavy momentum carried me straight into the room.

I landed gracefully on all fours amidst the scattered debris, turning back to look through the massive, jagged hole I had just created in the architecture.

Rebecca was standing frozen in the hallway. Her jaw was practically resting on the floor as she stared at the completely obliterated obstacle.

I let out a cheerful, rumbling bark and gave my tail a highly enthusiastic wag.

Puzzle solved. Loot acquired. Bring your cute ass inside and let’s get some heavy weaponry.

"I..." she stammered, pointing a trembling finger at the ruined doorframe. "I was going to look for a hairpin to pick the lock. But I guess completely destroying company property works too."

She carefully stepped over a massive chunk of splintered mahogany, shaking her head in a mixture of profound awe and complete exasperation.

"Remind me never to leave you alone in a house with nice furniture," she muttered, un-slinging her shotgun as she scanned our new surroundings.

[To Be Continued]

So from what I am hearing, people seem to like the dawg? Consider me surprised.

Honestly I like him too, but thought that most people would be turned off etc if we do real r18 stuff in that form but read someone say they want knotting? T_T

Well, if you guys are happy to join in the ride to hell, who am I stop.

I had written the Chapter in dog form anyways, saves me the trouble of editing it into new form :)

Also tomorrow is Sunday, so don’t forget to bring your stones with ya, or you guys gonna get blueballed when the next sexy Chapter drops.

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