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

Chapter 39: Chapter 38: Hunted II

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Rebecca screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing both of her arms over her face and squeezing her eyes completely shut.

The heavy weight of the creature slammed into her, taking her entirely down to the floor. She hit the grates with a loud clatter, all the breath rushing out of her lungs. She lay there, completely pinned under hundreds of pounds of dense reptilian muscle, waiting for the agonizing pain of those massive claws tearing her stomach open, or those jagged teeth sinking into her throat.

The pain didn’t come.

Instead, a wet, incredibly hot snout aggressively shoved its way right under her chin.

Rebecca slowly opened one eye.

The giant, terrifying Hunter had its face completely buried in her cleavage. The massive reptilian snout was rubbing vigorously side to side across the top of her white t-shirt, completely squishing her boobs together with its heavy green scales.

Wait. What.

Before her brain could even begin to process the absolute absurdity of the situation, the monster opened its jagged jaws.

It didn’t bite her neck. It didn’t tear her flesh.

It just gently clamped its terrifying, razor-sharp teeth entirely over her left boob through the fabric of her shirt, and started lightly chewing on it like a massive, scaly pacifier.

"Ah—!" Rebecca let out a high-pitched squeak, her face immediately burning a bright, furious crimson.

The monster let out a deep, rumbling purr. It vibrated right against her chest, sending a completely unwanted, deeply embarrassing shockwave of heat straight down to her lower stomach.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" she yelled, her terror instantly vaporizing into pure, unfiltered mortification. "You turn into a giant lizard monster, scare the absolute shit out of me, and the first thing you do is try to eat my tits?!"

She tried to push him off, planting both of her hands squarely against his broad, scaly chest and shoving as hard as she could. It was like trying to push a parked car. He didn’t budge an inch.

The Hunter just grunted happily, shifting its weight to get more comfortable. It released her left boob, only to immediately clamp its jaws over the right one, giving the soft flesh a firm, wet squeeze with its gums while keeping those terrifying teeth completely flat.

"Stop that! Stop chewing on me!" she shrieked, swatting at the side of his heavy, scaly head. "You are getting dinosaur spit all over my shirt! Get off!"

He completely ignored her. The wet, rhythmic chewing continued, the friction of his heavy scales dragging against her sensitive skin sending maddening little spikes of pleasure right through her nerve endings.

Then, she felt something move near her waist.

Those massive, terrifying hands—the ones equipped with three-inch scythe claws designed to effortlessly shear through metal plating—slid around her hips.

Don’t you dare.

The heavy, scaly palms cupped her butt cheeks.

"Ghosty!" she gasped, her eyes going wide.

The monster gave her ass a firm, possessive squeeze, the flat sides of those lethal claws pressing carefully against her thighs just below the shredded hem of her pants. It was completely absurd. He was holding her like a giant, scaly stress ball, kneading the soft flesh of her ass with terrifyingly gentle precision.

"Get your gross lizard hands off my ass right now!" she yelled, squirming wildly underneath him. "You are a menace! You are an absolute, irredeemable pervert! I don’t care what form you take, you are always just a giant, horny creep!"

Ghosty paused his chewing. He lifted his massive, terrifying head, hovering inches above her face. Those cold, reptilian eyes stared down at her.

Then, a long, thick, forked tongue slid out of his mouth and sloppily licked her right across the cheek.

"Ugh, gross!" she groaned, wiping the thick sludge off her face with the back of her hand. "You taste like dead monkey and acid! You are completely disgusting!"

Oh god, it’s so slimy. Get it away from me.

The forked tip of his tongue didn’t retreat. Instead, it traced a wet, unpleasantly hot path from her cheekbone right down to the corner of her mouth. It hovered there, the delicate, split ends twitching against her lips.

No. No, no, no. He’s not going to—

Her eyes went wide with dawning horror.

"Don’t you dare—"

His massive, scaly head surged forward. His jaws, which she had just witnessed rip the head off a fellow monster, clamped down over her mouth.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was an occupation.

Ohmygodhe’s— mmmph—!

His lips weren’t soft. They were hard, inflexible ridges of scale that pressed against her face with bruising force, sealing her mouth completely shut. Her muffled protest was swallowed before it could even form.

Then his tongue invaded.

The forked appendage pushed past her teeth with disgusting ease, splitting inside her mouth. One muscular tip scraped against the roof of her mouth while the other slid under her own tongue, exploring the cavity with a proprietary, alien confidence. It was suffocating. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t scream.

Get out! Get o— mmmph! It’s split— there’s two of them in my mouth— oh god I’m going to suffocate—

A pathetic, helpless whimper vibrated in the back of her throat. Her hands were still planted on his chest, pushing with all her might, but it was like trying to shove a concrete wall. He was a solid mass of warm, vibrating reptile.

His massive, scythe-clawed hands were still firmly cupping her ass. As she squirmed and thrashed underneath him, those three-inch razor-sharp keratin daggers shifted. One of his claws hooked directly into the already massive, frayed tear in her tactical pants.

RRRRIP.

The tough canvas fabric, already compromised by the earlier leech incident, offered absolutely zero resistance. With one casual twitch of his heavy hands, the claws sliced upward, completely shearing the leg sections of her pants away from the hip line.

The sudden rush of cold basement air hit her bare skin.

Ghosty pulled his head back just enough for her to gasp in a ragged, desperate breath, a thick string of saliva stretching between their lips.

Rebecca blinked, looking down at herself.

Her pants were gone. Well, the legs were. She was left wearing the waistband and a couple of shredded, dangling green threads that looked like a pathetic, high-cut micro-skirt. Her pale, smooth thighs and the tight black elastic of her uniform panties were completely, shamelessly exposed to the gloomy room.

Her panic briefly short-circuited, replaced by a surge of pure, white-hot fury.

"My pants!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. "You ruined my pants! You absolute, brainless bastard, do you know how hard it is to get S.T.A.R.S. tactical gear in my size?!"

Now I’m literally running around an Umbrella facility in my underwear! What am I supposed to do, fight zombies in a thong?!

"I hate you! I hate you so much!" she yelled, hammering her knuckles uselessly against his collarbone. "You are the worst dog in the world! You’re not even a dog! You’re a giant, scaly, pants-destroying piece of shit!"

Ghosty let out a low, guttural growl that sounded disturbingly like amusement. He shifted his weight, settling his heavy, muscular hips directly between her bare thighs.

And then she felt it.

Something incredibly hot, rock-hard, and thick pressed ruthlessly against her pelvis, right through the thin fabric of her black panties.

Her mind, already a chaotic mess of conflicting signals, ground to a complete halt.

Wait... is that... No. No way.

He ground his hips forward in a slow, deliberate, punishing motion. The pressure was undeniable. It was long, thick, and pulsating with intense heat.

IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS?!

Her brain spiraled into a vortex of pure, biological confusion.

But the other green monsters didn’t have dicks! I shot one point-blank in the crotch earlier, they were just smooth, sterile, scaly Ken dolls! Did this guy grow a dick?! Did this perverted piece of shit literally mutate a giant reptilian cock just to hump me?!

The sheer, premeditated biological audacity of it completely shattered the last remnants of her composure.

[POV Change - Rebecca]

"GET OFF OF ME, YOU SCALY, DICK-GROWING FREAK!"

I started kicking my bare legs, twisting my hips, trying to squirm out from under the crushing weight of his chest. My morals, my professionalism, my very sanity were screaming at me. I was an officer of the law. I was a genius graduate. I was currently being dry-humped on a dirty basement floor by a seven-foot-tall Gila monster.

"I am a S.T.A.R.S. officer!" I yelled, my face burning so hot I was sure I was going to spontaneously combust. "This is a violation of... of everything! Stop grinding on me! Stop it!"

Ghosty just purred, his heavy hands gripping my bare ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh as he pressed his hot, scaly crotch harder against my dripping pussy.

Then he dragged it.

The thick, heated ridge of his reptilian erection scraped directly across the cotton seam of my panties, dragging slow and deliberate from my entrance up to my clit.

"Aahn~!"

The sound ripped out of my throat before I could swallow it, high and breathy and absolutely humiliating.

Oh no. Oh god no. That did not just happen.

"I didn’t—" I gasped, shaking my head frantically even as my hips betrayed me with a tiny, involuntary upward roll. "That wasn’t— I’m not— shut up!"

Ghosty let out a low, rumbling chuff that vibrated right through his chest into mine. He did it again, grinding that massive, scaly hardness against my soaked underwear with a slow, torturous rotation of his hips.

"Why... why are you so obsessed with my body?!" I demanded, my voice cracking as I pushed weakly against his collarbone. "Go find a zombie! Go hump a boulder! Leave me alone!"

He ignored me completely. One of his massive, clawed hands slid up from my ass, those terrifying three-inch scythes gleaming in the fluorescent light as they approached my torso.

Those could gut me like a fish. Those could open my ribs like a zipper.

"Don’t—" I started, trying to curl inward to protect myself.

SHRRRRIP.

One casual swipe. That was all it took.

My white S.T.A.R.S. t-shirt and the tactical bra underneath parted like wet paper, splitting clean down the middle from collar to hem. The fabric peeled away instantly, exposing my bare breasts to the freezing basement air.

I shrieked, my hands flying up to cover myself. "My shirt! You ruined my entire uniform! What kind of vendetta do you have against my clothes?!"

Ghosty paused his grinding. He looked down at my frantic attempt to shield my boobs with my forearms, his reptilian head tilting with what looked disturbingly like curiosity.

"Don’t look at me!" I wailed, curling inward, my face buried against my own shoulder. "This isn’t happening. This is a nightmare. I’m hallucinating from trauma. Go away!"

He made a soft, crooning noise. Then, with terrifying gentleness, he wrapped those massive, claw-tipped fingers around my wrists.

He’s going to cut my hands off. He’s going to—

He didn’t cut me. He simply pulled, slow and firm, peeling my arms away from my chest with irresistible strength until they were pinned above my head against the metal grates. His grip was iron-tight but the claws never broke skin, resting against my pulse points with careful precision.

"Let go... please..." I whimpered, completely exposed now, my nipples hardening painfully in the cold air. "I’m so embarrassed. I want to die. Please let me hide."

Ghosty lowered his massive head. His forked tongue flicked out, tracing a wet line up the side of my neck, making me shiver violently.

"No... not there... that’s gross..." I moaned, trying to turn my head away.

He dragged that slimy, split tongue down my collarbone, then veered sharply sideways.

Into my armpit.

"Eek!" I squealed, my body jerking as that hot, wet muscle lapped at the sensitive hollow. "Stop that! That’s weird! Why are you licking my— aahn!"

He licked again, the forked tips tickling and teasing the sensitive skin, sending bizarre sparks of sensation shooting down my sides. It was disgusting. It was invasive. It was making my toes curl.

"You’re such a... such a pervert..." I gasped, squirming helplessly against his grip. "Even as a lizard... you’re just... oh god..."

He moved lower, his massive snout hovering directly over my exposed chest. Those jagged, yellow teeth gleamed inches from my soft flesh.

He’s going to bite them off. He’s going to chew me up and I’m going to die topless in a basement.

"Please don’t—" I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut.

[To be continued]

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