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

Chapter 40: Chapter 39: Hunted III

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

His jaws opened wide. But instead of eating me, he instead enveloped my entire left breast in his mouth.

"Ah!"

I braced for agony. For the wet tear of teeth through skin. For blood.

Instead, I felt suction. Wet, hot, gentle suction as his thick, scaly lips sealed around my areola. His tongue flickered against my nipple, swirling in slow, deliberate circles.

"Wh-what?" I stammered, my eyes flying open to stare down at the absolute absurdity of a seven-foot reptilian bioweapon gently nursing on my tit like a cub. "How are you... you’re not cutting me?"

I looked closer. Those terrifying teeth were completely retracted, covered by his thick gums. He was being so careful, so impossibly delicate, holding my breast in his mouth with the kind of soft attention that made my brain melt.

"That’s... that’s my... sensitive..." I moaned, my back arching despite my best efforts to remain rigid. "You can’t just... oh god..."

And then his free hand—the one not pinning my wrists—came up and cupped my right breast.

"Eeep!" I squeaked as those massive, scaly fingers closed around the soft flesh, squeezing with surprising gentleness. His palm was rough, textured with tiny scales, but his grip was tender, kneading and massaging in slow, rhythmic circles.

"Both at once?!" I gasped, trying to squirm away but trapped between his mouth and his hand. "You’re greedy! You’re such a greedy, disgusting— ah!"

He squeezed harder, his fingers finding my nipple and rolling it between his scaly digits, pinching just hard enough to make me see stars. At the same time, he sucked harder on my left breast, pulling my nipple deep into his mouth and fluttering his tongue against it rapidly.

"Nnngh! Stop! That’s too much!" I cried out, my hips bucking upward involuntarily. "You can’t just... maul me like... like some kind of... oh fuck..."

Ghosty hummed around my left breast, the vibration thrumming directly through my chest and down to my core. His hand continued to work my right breast, palming the weight of it, squeezing the soft flesh, his thumb flicking back and forth across the hardened nipple.

"Why are you... so good at this..." I whimpered, hating myself for the words even as they spilled out. "You were a dog five minutes ago... how do you know how to... ah!... touch me like that..."

He pulled back slightly, releasing my left breast with a wet pop that made me flush crimson. I had a moment of hope—maybe he was done, maybe he would stop this humiliating assault—but he just shifted his massive head to the right and captured my other breast in his mouth.

"Kyah!" I cried out as he began to suckle the right side, his tongue working furiously against the sensitive peak. His left hand immediately moved to occupy the breast he’d just abandoned, groping and squeezing the slick, wet flesh with possessive enthusiasm.

"You’re... you’re switching!" I accused weakly, my hands still pinned above my head, leaving me completely helpless to his double assault. "You planned this! You disgusting... scaly... ah!... strategist!"

He bit down. Gently, but firmly enough to make me gasp. His teeth closed around the base of my nipple, tugging slightly, pulling my breast upward by the sensitive peak before releasing it with a wet slide of his tongue.

"Don’t bite! Don’t— ah!" I arched my back as he did it again, the slight sting of pressure sending jolts of electricity straight to my core. "That hurts! It hurts and it’s... it’s..."

It’s making me wetter. Oh god, I’m soaking through my panties. I’m enjoying being bitten by a lizard.

Ghosty growled around my breast, the sound vibrating through my ribcage. His hand squeezed my other breast roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading it like dough. He was being so rough, so possessive, treating my body like it belonged to him, like he was marking his territory.

"Let go of my... my boobs..." I moaned, even as I pushed my chest forward into his touch. "You’re... you’re stretching them... they’re going to be... all red and... ah!... marked up..."

He pulled back, releasing my breast from his mouth, and I felt a moment of relief—short-lived, because he immediately buried his face in my cleavage, rubbing his rough-scaled snout back and forth between my breasts, nuzzling and licking the valley of my chest.

"You’re so... heavy..." I whimpered, feeling the weight of his head pressing down on me. "And hot... you’re like a furnace..."

His hand kept working my left breast, rolling the nipple, pinching it, releasing it, only to squeeze the full mound again. His mouth moved back to my right nipple, and this time he sucked hard, pulling deep, rhythmic pulls that made my toes curl.

"Ghosty... please..." I was babbling now, incoherent. "I can’t... if you keep doing that... I’m going to... something bad is going to happen..."

He ignored my pleading, switching again—mouth to left breast, hand to right. He was relentless, methodical, determined to drive me absolutely insane with his tongue and fingers. The wet sounds filled the corridor—suck, squeeze, lick, knead—obscene and loud in the silence.

"You’re... treating me like... like a toy..." I accused, tears of frustration and pleasure pricking my eyes. "I’m not... just a pair of... ah!... breasts for you to... to play with..."

He bit down on my left nipple again, harder this time, pulling it slightly with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. At the same time, his hand squeezed my right breast possessively, his claws carefully sheathed but the pressure undeniable.

"Ow! You... you marked me!" I gasped, looking down to see a slight red indentation where his teeth had been. "You actually... bit me... you stupid, horny, scaly— mmmph!"

He surged upward, his massive body sliding along mine, and before I could finish my sentence, his forked tongue was in my mouth again. I could taste myself on him—salt and something musky—and his hand was still squeezing my breast, kneading it in time with the thrust of his tongue.

I was overwhelmed. Suffocated. Completely consumed by the sensation of his mouth on mine and his hand on my chest. My protests dissolved into muffled moans against his scaly lips, my body arching upward, seeking more contact.

When he finally pulled back, both my breasts were slick with his saliva, red and swollen from his attentions, aching and sensitive to the touch. He looked down at his handiwork with what could only be described as reptilian satisfaction, his thumb brushing slowly back and forth across my abused nipple.

"Look at what you did..." I whispered, my voice broken. "They’re all... messy... and sore..."

Ghosty purred, lowering his head to give each nipple one final, lingering lick—lap, lap—before looking up at me with those predatory eyes.

Then he ground his hips forward again, and I felt that massive, heated ridge pressing against my soaked panties once more, reminding me that while he’d been busy playing with my chest, he’d been getting harder and harder against my thigh.

"Wait..." I gasped, panic returning as I felt the size of him. "We can’t... you can’t put that... not after what you just did to my... my chest..."

But Ghosty wasn’t listening anymore. He had that look in his eyes—the one that said he was done playing with his food and was ready for the main course.

And as he reached down with one clawed hand toward the waistband of my panties, I realized with dawning horror that the breast play had just been the warm-up.

[POV Change]

His talons hooked delicately under the elastic waistband of her soaked black panties.

"W-wait! Ahh! N-no! D-don’t!" Rebecca panicked, her eyes going wide with absolute terror. "P-please! Not without... ahh! I’m a virgin! Ahh! D-don’t take them off!"

He’s going to see everything. I’m going to die of embarrassment.

With a gentle but unstoppable tug, he slid the ruined, soaked panties down her legs and tossed them aside.

The freezing basement air hit her bare, dripping pussy for only a fraction of a second before Ghosty’s massive, scaly hips slammed forward.

"HIIIEEE! AHH! N-NO!"

The direct, skin-on-skin contact was a sensory overload. His cock was impossibly hot, the thick, ribbed texture of his mutated flesh dragging directly against her bare, swollen lips. She could feel every single ridge, every pulsing vein, the sheer, overwhelming girth of it pressing against her tight, virgin entrance.

Rebecca’s entire central nervous system violently short-circuited.

A blinding, jagged jolt of raw electrical pleasure rocketed straight up her spinal cord, entirely blowing out her vision into a wash of bright static.

"Ahh—!" she gasped loudly, her eyes flying completely wide open in absolute, unadulterated shock.

It was an overwhelming level of physical sensation her virgin mind was totally unequipped to handle. The massive cock was incredibly feverish, so unnaturally warm it felt like sliding a heavily lubricated heating pad directly over her aching clit.

The slickness was unbelievable. The massive pool of sweet-smelling pre-cum completely slathered her outer lips, turning her ruined, exposed crotch into a totally frictionless environment.

"G-Ghosty... wait... w-what happened to my..."

Her terrified questions fell completely apart as his heavy hips snapped forward again, officially establishing a brutal, devastatingly rhythmic pace.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

Every single time he aggressively drove his pelvis downward, the enormous flared head dragged a merciless, painfully heavy line directly over her clitoral hood.

Her thighs clamped tightly together entirely by reflex, trapping the thick girth securely between her bare skin, completely failing to offer any defense.

Oh my god. I am naked right there. The literal zombie dog-reptile monster is currently rubbing his completely bare dick against my actual pussy.

Her rational brain desperately kept repeating the insane facts to her as if stating the reality would magically fix it, but her physical body was staging a massive rebellion. Her own slick, thin and remarkably clear, was actively pouring out of her and mixing with his thick syrup. The combined fluids were creating an incredibly loud, ridiculously obscene wet slapping sound with every single powerful thrust.

He ground forward heavily against her, the sheer, bulbous size of the purple head pressing terrifyingly hard against the tight, completely untouched entrance of her hole.

It aggressively parted her wet, highly swollen labia slightly with every stroke, slipping just a millimeter past the outer lips before sliding back up again.

"Ahhn! Fff... n-no! D-don’t!" she whimpered loudly, her hands scrambling completely weakly against his heavily armored shoulders without finding any purchase.

The terrifying threat of actual penetration was right there, the massive, blunt object hovering menacingly at the gates of a ridiculously tight passage that possessed zero structural capacity to accommodate it. It felt like the very hot tip was just intentionally teasing the rim of her hole, lightly stretching the sensitive pink folds open before aggressively dragging right back up to mercilessly grind the clit again.

"P-please... ah! S-stop! It’s... it’s rubbing right on my... ahnnn!"

She absolutely could not form a single complete sentence if someone put a gun to her head.

Every single time she tried to open her mouth to issue a firm command, another devastating upward stroke sent a humiliating, fragmented moan tumbling uselessly past her lips. Her trapped right hand was getting forcefully jerked up and down the length of his shaft with every pump, serving as a captive masturbation sleeve while her bare crotch took the full, heavy punishment of his pelvis.

"Nnngh! I... y-you can’t... ah! Ahh! Fuck!"

The harsh cursing felt totally alien on her tongue, but her professional composure was permanently deleted, rapidly replaced by the desperate, disjointed whimpering of a girl completely losing her mind to sensory overload.

Ghosty let out a deep, intensely needy whine directly into her left ear, his giant tongue flopping out to slather the side of her neck with a fresh, steaming coat of saliva.

The blast of intense heat right against her ear sent a full-body shiver cascading aggressively down her spine and right into her clenching toes.

I am literally armed. I am supposed to pull my weapon and shoot him.

So why am I spreading my thighs even wider?!

She was totally, embarrassingly helpless, actively arching her lower back off the freezing tile to purposefully press her aching, overstimulated nub even harder against his gliding, massive shaft.

Each agonizing pass sent violent shockwaves of wet, dripping heat right through the core of her belly, rocketing her terrifyingly close to a physiological edge she didn’t even understand. His heavy pace was totally unrelenting, brutally rutting against her bare, slippery folds like he was desperately trying to start a friction fire.

"Ahn! Ahh! G-Ghosty... p-please... mmmph! I’m gonna... oh god... I’m gonna..."

Ghosty let out a low growl as his heavy hips snapping forward to pin her completely against the floor as she shattered into a blinding, world-ending orgasm.

And right at that very moment, felt something prodding her lower lips.

[TBD]

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