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

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Paperweight

Did Marcus kill them all? Or did something worse eat them?

"Bark!" Ghosty chimed in, sounding entirely unconcerned as he trotted past a rusted water pump.

"Don’t ’bark’ at me like it’s fine," she shot back, adjusting her bandana. "Silence in a creepy usually means whatever killed everything is still hovering around. At least that was how they show in movies..."

They followed the winding cobblestone path past the empty huts, climbing a small set of stone steps that led to a wide, elevated courtyard.

Rising above the fog was the largest building in the settlement—a sprawling, gothic structure made of dark, weathered stone. Stained-glass windows stared blankly out at the courtyard like hollow eyes, framed by rusted iron spires pointing toward the moon.

"A church?" Rebecca blinked, staring up at the imposing facade. "Of course. Because nothing says ’cutting-edge pharmaceutical research’ like a gothic chapel in the woods."

She approached the front entrance. A pair of massive, heavy metal doors blocked the way, reinforced with iron rivets and thick steel bars that looked entirely out of place on a religious building.

Rebecca reached out, grabbing the heavy iron handle, and yanked with all her strength.

The door didn’t even creak. It felt like trying to pull open a solid mountain wall.

"Locked tight," she muttered, letting go of the handle and wiping her sweaty palm on her denim shorts. She stepped back, looking up at the keyhole. "And of course, there is no keyhole..."

She turned to look at Ghosty, who was currently sniffing the base of a stone gargoyle with immense, unbothered interest.

"Alright, smart guy," Rebecca said, crossing her arms over her bare midriff. "You got us to the surface. Any brilliant ideas on how we break into Umbrella’s secret mountain church?"

Before she could even finish her sentence, a loud, sickening crack of shifting bones echoed through the quiet courtyard.

"Whoa—whoa, what is happening to you?!"

Rebecca scrambled backward, her boots slipping on the slick stone as Ghosty’s body began to warp. The patchy fur and black chitin peeled away, replaced in a split second by a rapid, bubbling eruption of thick green scales. His skeletal structure popped and expanded, shooting upward until he stood on two powerful, digitigrade legs, easily reaching her shoulder height.

But it wasn’t just his towering, reptilian Hunter Alpha physique that had returned.

Right between his thick, scaly thighs, a massive, ten-inch hybrid monster-cock unfurled with a wet, heavy slap. It was fully engorged, pulsing with a deep purple hue, covered in subtle ridges and soft fleshy spines, leaking a thick trail of clear pre-cum onto the cobblestones.

Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.

Rebecca instantly crossed her hands over her denim-clad crotch, her face turning so hot she was convinced her hair might catch fire.

"Uhh... why did you turn back into this?!" she shrieked, her voice cracking as she took another giant step back. "Listen to me, you giant, scaly pervert! If you are thinking about doing that again, I am going to bite your dick off! I’ll do it! Even if it’s the last thing I ever do!"

She pointed a trembling finger at his massive, pulsing shaft.

"My inside is literally still raw from earlier! You were so rough, I can barely even stand straight, and if you try to shove that spiked monster back inside me right now—"

She abruptly froze.

Her brain finally caught up with the words that had just tumbled out of her mouth.

Wait. Did I just say ’right now’?

"I—I didn’t mean it like that!" she stammered, her hands waving frantically in front of her face as her stuttering reached a fever pitch. "I’m not saying we can do it later! There is no later! We are never, ever doing that again! Do you hear me?! My pelvis is officially retired!"

Fortunately for her dignity, Ghosty didn’t seem interested in her raw plumbing at the moment.

The giant reptile simply let out a low, vibrating huff from his snout, completely ignoring her red-faced panic. He turned on his powerful heel and sauntered toward a small, dilapidated stone structure off to the side of the chapel, his thick tail sweeping slowly over the cobblestones.

Curiosity and a desperate need to escape her own embarrassment drove Rebecca to follow him.

The side building was ruined, its wooden roof completely rotted away, leaving only four crumbling stone walls. In the center of the dusty stone floor sat a massive, circular tile meticulously engraved with the iconic red-and-white Umbrella Corporation logo.

Ghosty walked directly onto the tile, standing dead center.

He waited for a few seconds, his clawed toes tapping against the stone, before stepping off and walking over to another matching tile a few feet away.

Rebecca watched him, her brow furrowing under her cowboy hat.

What is this lizard doing? Is he playing hopscotch?

The moment his heavy, reptilian foot pressed down on the second Umbrella tile, a deep, heavy click echoed from beneath the stone.

GRRRRRRRRIND.

A loud, metallic scraping sound echoed from the front of the chapel.

Rebecca’s eyes widened as her puzzle-solving instincts instantly fired.

"Tiles that unlock the door?" she gasped, turning her head toward the main entrance. "Of course. What else could it be? It’s a weight-sensitive locking mechanism. "

She has almost gotten used to this by now.

She turned back to the giant reptile.

"Hold on for a second, let me check if—"

But before she could finish, Ghosty casually stepped off the pressure plate.

CLANK. GRIND.

The grinding noise reversed, the heavy metal locks on the chapel door sliding right back into their sealed positions.

Rebecca let out a frustrated groan.

"Ghosty, no! You have to stay on the plate!" she sighed, waving her hands to get his attention. "I need to go check if the lock stays open, or if you need to keep standing on it to keep the door—"

She didn’t get to finish her scientific coordination.

Ghosty didn’t bother waiting for her to run back and forth. Instead, the seven-foot bipedal reptile lunged forward with terrifying, liquid speed, closing the distance between them in a single stride.

"Wait—what are you—?!"

Before she could even raise her hands in defense, Ghosty’s massive, clawed arms slid beneath her thighs and lower back. With effortless, terrifying strength, the giant green monster swept her completely off her feet, cradling her close to his broad, scaly chest in a seamless princess carry.

"W-W-What are you doing?!"

Rebecca’s shriek was half terror, half pure, unadulterated mortification. One of Ghosty’s massive, clawed hands was cupped possessively around her bare thighs, the sharp tips of his claws resting dangerously close to her denim-clad ass. His other arm was wrapped securely around her upper back, the hard scales of his forearm pressing right into the side of her breast.

To keep herself from toppling headfirst onto the stone floor, she had no choice but to instinctively wrap her arms around his thick, scaly neck.

"P-Put me down!" she stammered, her face buried awkwardly against his warm, surprisingly smooth chest. The faint, ridiculously attractive scent of petrichor and expensive cologne still clung to his scales, a bizarrely sensual detail that only made her brain short-circuit harder.

"I-I’m serious, you big lizard! Just because... just because of what happened earlier... it doesn’t mean you can just pick me up whenever you want! This is... this is way too intimate!"

Being violently fucked on the floor by a monster was one thing. Her brain had somehow processed that as a primal, animalistic act of pure biological necessity. But this? Being held so gently, so securely, in his powerful arms? It felt almost... romantic. It was a level of tenderness her virgin brain was completely unequipped to handle.

"And don’t even think for a second that this means I’m going to let you do... that... again!" she rambled, her voice muffled against his chest. "I’m not your personal... your personal damsel in distress!"

But instead of carrying her off to some dark corner to have his wicked, reptilian way with her, Ghosty just took three long strides back toward the pressure plates. He stopped directly over the Umbrella-logo tile.

And then he unceremoniously plopped her down onto the ground.

Her denim-clad ass hit the cold, dusty stone with a soft thump.

Rebecca sat there on the pressure plate, her legs splayed out in front of her, looking up at the seven-foot lizard with an expression of pure, dumbfounded confusion.

He... he just used me as a paperweight.

A strange, completely irrational pang of disappointment rippled through her chest.

She violently scrubbed that thought from her brain and immediately scrambled to get her boots under her.

"Excuse me?!" she snapped, her tsundere bravado flaring right back to life as she tried to stand up. "I am a highly trained field medic! You cannot just plop me on a dusty tile and use me as a literal paperweight—"

A massive, heavy, scaly palm pressed flat against her bare midriff.

With zero effort, Ghosty shoved her right back onto her denim-clad ass.

Rebecca gasped as her tailbone smacked the stone. Before she could yell at him, the towering, seven-foot Hunter Alpha leaned forward, completely caging her against the floor. His massive, muscular arms bracketed her sides.

The shadow of his broad shoulders eclipsed the moonlight. The sheer, suffocating weight of his predatory presence settled over her like a heavy blanket.

Rebecca swallowed hard. The defiant fire in her chest instantly flickered out, replaced by a sudden, intense spike of biological submissiveness. Her bravado crumbled in the face of the apex predator.

"W-What..." she stammered, shrinking back as his terrifying, lipless snout descended toward her face. Rows of jagged, razor-sharp teeth hovered mere inches from her nose. "What are you... are you gonna hit me for not sitting? Because... because that’s abuse of a S.T.A.R.S. officer..."

Her voice betrayed her entirely, dropping into a pathetic, meek little squeak. She was trying to project authority, but she sounded like a cornered mouse trying to negotiate with a wood chipper.

Ghosty didn’t hit her.

Instead, one massive, lethally sharp scythe-claw reached out. The razor tip delicately, almost agonizingly slowly, traced a line down the column of her throat. The cold point ghosted right over her jugular, sending a violent, confusing shiver of terror and pooling, wet heat straight down to her soaked panties.

Then, the claw hooked gently under her chin, tilting her face up.

She couldn’t look away. She couldn’t move. The monster leaned in, his jaws parting to reveal the dark, wet cavern of his mouth. He didn’t have lips—just hard, scaly edges and terrifying teeth—but that didn’t stop him from executing his degenerate agenda.

Ghosty crushed his jagged, lipless maw directly over her mouth.

Oh god. Oh god, he’s doing it again. Don’t open your mouth. Keep it closed. Keep it—

A thick, hot, heavily muscled forked tongue violently breached her lips, effortlessly prying her teeth apart. The kiss was absolute, suffocating domination. He tasted like expensive cologne, raw pheromones, and a deep, musky heat that immediately hijacked her virgin nervous system. His tongue aggressively explored her palate, sliding wetly down her throat, flawlessly mimicking the brutal rhythm he had used on her lower half just an hour ago.

Rebecca’s hands fluttered uselessly against his scaly chest. She was completely paralyzed, melting into a breathless, whimpering puddle on the Umbrella tile as he thoroughly, expertly devoured her mouth.

Just as her vision started to blur with a fresh wave of blinding arousal, he pulled back. A thick string of saliva connected their mouths before snapping.

Rebecca sat frozen, panting heavily, her eyes completely unfocused.

Ghosty let out a soft, pleased rumble. He raised his heavy, clawed hand and delivered two gentle, patronizing pats to the top of her leather cowboy hat. Good girl. Stay.

With that, the massive reptile turned and casually sauntered off toward the heavy church doors, his tail dragging lazily behind him.

Rebecca remained glued to the stone. She touched her trembling, saliva-slicked mouth with her fingertips.

Did he just... did he just French-kiss me into submission?

She sat there on the pressure plate, utterly baffled, deeply flushed, and entirely obedient, waiting like a good little paperweight while her brain desperately tried to reboot.

I’m a sexy, denim-clad paperweight. This is my life now.

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a/n: new boss fight incoming. very useful form for mc if he gets it.

will try to update it today itself, but i am bad with deadlines...

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