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

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Lizard Adventures (R18+)

"W-Wait, no! Bad lizard! Sit!"

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"Are you even listening to me?! Put that away! It’s... m-massive! You’re gonna blind somebody!"

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"Hey! Watch the scythes! Don’t you dare tear these, you scaly brute!"

The processing floor of Umbrella Chemical Plant 03 was completely empty of human personnel, leaving only the steady hum of industrial mixing vats and a level of biological degeneracy that would make Umbrella’s bio-weapons division re-evaluate their entire life choices.

Ghosty towered over Rebecca, pinning her firmly against a row of massive, cold steel storage vats. The seven-foot Hunter Alpha’s chest heaved with heavy, hot breaths, a low, mechanical purr rumbling deep in his sternum. He brought one of his massive, razor-sharp scythe-claws up, the gleaming bone tip hovering barely a millimeter from the front button of her denim hot pants.

Rebecca slapped both hands over her crotch, breaking into a panicked, bright red sweat.

"Don’t. You. Dare," she threatened, pointing an accusatory finger straight between his glowing yellow eyes. "I literally have zero clothes left! This ridiculous rodeo costume is the only thing keeping me from freezing to death in this godforsaken forest!"

Ghosty merely tilted his scaly head to the side, let out a confused, high-pitched chuff, and flexed the massive, ribbed shaft as if offering a friendly handshake. Protruding aggressively from his scaly groin was that ten-inch, ribbed reptilian hemipenis, pulsing with dark veins and leaking a steady, steaming drizzle of clear pre-cum. A thick, viscous glob landed with a heavy splat right on the toe of her combat boot.

Her brain went into absolute overdrive, spinning up a masterpiece of pure self-delusion to salvage whatever microscopic sliver of dignity she had left.

Was she really about to strip naked in front of a bio-weapon?

Ptoey! Absolutely not! Gross!

She wasn’t removing her clothes because she wanted to get railed by a horny lizard monster. Never in a million years! This was purely a rational, tactical decision. An emergency preservation of field assets. She was an eighteen-year-old genius medic, and logical asset management was part of her job description.

If a seven-foot apex predator was going to inevitably overpower her and have its way with her regardless, she couldn’t stop the biological outcome—but she could damn well save her uniform. Yes! That was it! Stripping was simply the most practical way to protect her only remaining layer of insulation from getting shredded by scythe-claws and soaked in monster fluids. It was basically basic field survival protocol.

"Fine! Just back up two feet! Keep those scythes behind your back! I’m only doing this to protect the denim!"

With a heavy, defensive huff, Rebecca leaned her back against the cold steel vat. She clumsily unbuttoned the tight denim hot pants, wiggling her thicc hips in a purely functional, deeply un-sexy tactical shimmy. She worked the denim down over her smooth, bare thighs, stepped out of the shorts, and carefully folded them over a rusty handrail like a high-end dry cleaner.

Underneath, she had absolutely nothing. The Cowgirl DLC outfit didn’t include underwear. Her bare, flushed pussy was completely exposed to the drafty factory air, already glistening with a traitorous, deeply humiliating slickness that she aggressively tried to blame on the humidity.

Ghosty’s yellow eyes locked onto her exposed core with the precision of a laser-guided missile. A literal puddle of drool hit the steel floor grates with a wet splat.

"Don’t look at me like I’m a side of beef! This is purely a logistics decision!"

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"W-Wait, what are you doing with your head?! Ghosty, don’t you dare— m-mmph!"

Before she could process his movement, Ghosty stepped into her space, completely blocking out the overhead fluorescent lights. He didn’t go for her pussy right away. Instead, he unhinged his scaly jaw slightly, leaned down, and swallowed her entire mouth in a suffocating, dominant kiss.

His thick, forked tongue forced past her lips, sweeping ruthlessly over her teeth, roof, and tongue in a wet, overpowering sludge match. The sheer volume of thick, aphrodisiac-laced saliva he pumped into her mouth tasted like sweet floral nectar mixed with dark, heavy musk.

"Mmmgh! Nnn-haah!"

Rebecca tried to maintain her rigid mental boundaries, trying to push against his scaly shoulders, but her small hands ended up frantically clinging to his broad chest for balance. Her fingers dug into the rough, green scales near his neck. When his tongue rolled over hers with a deep, vibrating purr, an involuntary, whimpering moan tore out of her throat.

SLURP. SQUELCH. SCHLICK.

The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth completely dominating hers echoed off the steel vats. Driven by a sudden, shameless surge of lust, she actually bit down lightly on his scaly lip, leaving a tiny red mark. Ghosty growled in approval, his massive, scaly head lowering to her neck. He buried his snout into her collarbone, aggressively sucking and nipping at her pale skin, leaving dark, purplish hickeys all over her neck and shoulders.

"Ah! Hey! Stop marking me!" she gasped, her head rolling back against the steel tank as she unconsciously cradled his heavy, scaly head against her chest.

"That’s... haah... that’s gonna take a week to heal!"

Ghosty’s hands didn’t stay idle. His massive scythe-claws rested delicately against her waist, while his thick, clawed palms completely cupped her bare breasts, squeezing the soft flesh through the thin fabric of her crop top. He kneaded her breasts with terrifying precision, his thumbs flicking over her erect, sensitive nipples until Rebecca was hyperventilating, her small feet barely touching the floor.

Then, the monster dropped down.

Ghosty sank onto his knees on the steel grates, bringing his massive, scaly snout straight to eye level with her bare, dripping pussy.

Rebecca froze, her eyes widening in absolute horror.

"Wait... what are you doing down there? Ghosty, no! What is that face?! What are you—"

Catholic school had taught her a lot of things. S.T.A.R.S. combat training had taught her how to clear rooms and bandage gunshot wounds. Neither institution had ever prepared her for the concept of a seven-foot reptilian B.O.W. performing oral sex on a human woman.

SLURP!

Ghosty unhinged his jaw and buried his face straight into her groin. His massive, thick, split-forked tongue snaked out, launching a broad, wet, sweeping lick from the bottom of her inner thighs, straight up her slick pussy lips, and right over her swollen, hyper-sensitive clitoris.

"HAAAAH?!" Rebecca let out a screech that nearly shattered the glass on the control panels. Her hips violently bucked backward, slamming her spine into the steel storage vat. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!"

SCHLICK! SQUELCH! SLURP!

Ghosty didn’t care about her existential crisis. He went to work like a starving animal at a buffet. His split tongue separated, one half plunging straight into her wet, tight virgin entrance while the other half relentlessly flicked and swirled around her engorged clit. His rough, scaly cheeks pressed firmly against her bare inner thighs, his hot, heavy breath fanning across her wet skin.

"Oh god! Oh jesus! Stop! You can’t put your mouth there!" she screamed, her hands flying down to grab the back of his scaly head, trying frantically to pull him off. "That’s... that’s where people pee! You can’t... ahhhn!... you can’t eat me there!"

Instead of pushing him away, her hands betrayed her entirely. Her fingers locked onto the small, scaly ridges on his skull, accidentally pressing his face even deeper into her dripping core.

SLURP! SLURP! SCHLICK!

His tongue was huge, warm, and coated in that intoxicating, numbingly sweet saliva. Every time the split tip swirled inside her tight walls, a wave of liquid fire shot straight up her spine. Her toes curled violently inside her boots. She tried to keep her legs closed, tried to maintain a shred of professional composure, but the sheer, ridiculous friction of a giant lizard tongue eating her out was completely obliterating her brain cells.

"Nngh! Stop it... aah!... you perverted freak! That’s... haah... that’s not what dogs do! That’s not what lizards do!" she babbled, her voice breaking into a breathless, pathetic whimper. "Where did you even learn that?! Did Umbrella code this into your DNA?! AHAH! RIGHT THERE! NO! DON’T STOP!"

Ghosty purred heavily against her pussy, the deep, mechanical vibrations rattling right through her pelvic bone. He increased his speed, his split tongue working in a furious, rhythmic frenzy, slurping up her slick arousal and pumping hot, aphrodisiac saliva directly into her tight passage.

Rebecca’s knees completely gave out. She hung from his scaly head, her head thrown back, her chest heaving as she let out a series of loud, filthy, unrestrained moans that echoed off the high factory ceilings.

"I’m losing my mind... I’m literally getting eaten out by a bioweapon... aaahn!... god help me, it feels so good!"

The intense dual-stimulation of his split tongue pushed her straight over the edge. Her inner walls violently clamped down, spasming in a sudden, intense oral climax. Rebecca screamed, her hips bucking helpless against his snout as she drenched his scaly face in a gushing wave of squirt and slick fluid.

Ghosty happily slurped up every single drop, licking her clean with loud, wet SCHLICKing sounds before standing back up to his full seven-foot height.

His scaly face was completely covered in her fluids, his yellow eyes glowing with absolute, triumphant hunger.

And protruding from his groin was that monstrous, ten-inch, ribbed reptilian hemipenis, throbbing so hard it looked like it was about to burst.

"O-Oh god..." Rebecca panted, her eyes wide as she stared at the giant, scaly shaft. "Wait... that’s way bigger than the dog one! Ghosty, wait! We didn’t measure that! That’s at least ten inches!"

Ghosty didn’t give her a chance to open a tape measure. He grabbed her bare waist with his scythe-claws, lifted her off her feet like a ragdoll, and slammed her back against the steel vat.

"W-Wait! Angle! Mind the angle! You’re gonna—"

SCHLORP!

Ghosty drove his hips forward, burying the massive, ribbed head of his reptilian cock straight into her dripping, freshly-climaxed entrance.

"HAAAAAAAH!"

Rebecca’s voice hit a pitch that could break crystal. Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as her tight, swollen walls stretched to an absolute, impossible limit. This wasn’t the eight-inch canine dick she’d taken earlier—this was a ten-inch, heavily ribbed, scaly battering ram.

The sheer girth forced her walls open, sliding deep into her narrow channel. Ghosty didn’t stop at the midway point. He gave a brutal, uncompromising thrust, burying his entire ten-inch length all the way to the hilt.

MEATY THWACK!

His scaly pelvis slammed violently against her pale ass cheeks.

Rebecca gasped, her breath completely catching in her throat. She looked down at her bare stomach in absolute, paralyzed terror.

Under her smooth, pale skin, directly beneath her exposed midriff, was a clear, unmistakable, horrifying bulge. The thick, blunt head of his ten-inch reptilian cock was pushing so deep into her womb that it was visibly distending her lower abdomen, forming a prominent, hard knot right under her skin.

"M-My stomach..." she whispered, her voice trembling in utter shock. "Look at my stomach! You’re... you’re poking out through my stomach!"

This is physically impossible! Human anatomy doesn’t work like this! I’m an eighteen-year-old medic, not a flexible rubber toy!

Ghosty looked down, saw the massive bulge his ten-inch dick was making under her pale skin, and let out a deep rumble of pure, possessive pride. He pulled back slightly, letting the thick, ribbed shaft drag against her hyper-sensitive walls, and then slammed right back in.

SCHLORP-THWACK!

"AHHH! GHOSTY!" Rebecca shrieked, her hands frantically slapping his scaly shoulders. "STOP! IT’S TOO BIG! YOU’RE STRETCHING MY INSIDES OUT!"

SCHLORP-THWACK!

"I can feel every single rib! Why does it have ribs?! LIZARDS SHOULDN’T HAVE RIBBED DICKS!"

Ghosty ignored her medical breakdown and started a brutal, unrelenting pace. Pop-squelch. Thwack. Pop-squelch. Thwack.

He carried her across the processing floor, slamming her against every available surface while thrusting his ten-inch monster-schmeat deep into her core. The clear, scalding pre-cum leaking from his shaft acted as a continuous, hyper-potent lubricant and anesthetic, numbing the tearing pain and replacing it with a throbbing, white-hot heat that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

He marched her toward a massive, illuminated industrial control panel in the center of the room. He lifted her high into the air, hoisted her over the console, and unceremoniously dumped her bare ass squarely onto the command board.

BEEP-BOOP-BWEET!

"Ahh! Jesus! My ass!" ... "Mmh-haaah! T-Too cold, the buttons are... ah! Are we turning something on?! Stop fucking me on the heavy machinery!"

Alarms cheerfully blinked from red to green under her squirming, bare butt cheeks. The massive metal console provided zero cushioning, but the freezing steel perfectly contrasted the volcanic heat repeatedly invading her guts. Ghosty caged her completely, trapping her on the panel.

Then, he forced her into a position so degrading, so wildly lewd, that Rebecca felt like dying of sheer shame on the spot.

He grabbed her left leg, hooking her bare knee over his massive, razor-sharp scythe-claw to keep it elevated. Then, his heavy, black scorpion tail whipped forward, curling tightly around her right ankle and pulling her leg far to the right, forcing her bare, dripping lower half into an extreme, wide-open, completely defenseless V-shape right on top of the blinking control panel.

"W-Wait! What are you doing with the tail?!" Rebecca yelled, her face burning so hot she thought her skin would peel off. "Put my leg down! This is absurd! I look like a... a spread-eagle disaster!"

Ghosty didn’t put her leg down. He leaned over her, his massive chest pinning her torso against the buttons, and dove back into her wide-open pussy with feral intensity.

Smack! Squelch! Thwack!

Thick, wet, obscene flesh-slapping echoed across the high factory ceilings. The pool of cum, pre-cum, and slick arousal accumulating at their junction started actively frothing, spraying out onto the blinking green buttons beneath her ass.

"Ah! Oh god... oh god, what is the tail doing now?!"

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"I-It’s vibrating! Why is the scorpion tail buzzing?! Keep it away from... HHH-HAAAH!"

Ghosty had discovered a brand-new, highly degenerate function for his Stinger appendage. While his tail held her right leg locked in mid-air, he rested the cold, heavily armored underside of the chitinous tail directly against her engorged, hypersensitive clitoris. By rapidly twitching the tail’s inner muscular structure, he created a high-speed, heavy-duty vibrating bullet directly on her clit while his ten-inch ribbed dick rammed into her womb.

The dual stimulation was absolute overkill.

This is a biohazard! I am experiencing a severe biological safety violation! Stop purring! Stop making me like it!

"N-No! You menace! Ahnnn!"

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"Ghosty! My... my mind is... haah... harder!"

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"Y-Yes, harder, right there! Ooooh! Fuck!"

Her moralistic front, built on eighteen years of strict Catholic upbringing and medical professionalism, completely shattered into a geyser of unrestrained, hyper-lewd moans. Her head rolled back against the control panel, her short hair sprawling over the blinking warning lights.

Her small hands tangled on his armored shoulders, pulling his massive, furnace-hot chest down against her bare breasts, actively begging the grotesque killing machine to hammer her into pieces.

Every time his ribbed shaft bottomed out, pushing that prominent bulge into her lower stomach, her inner walls clamped down in violent, rhythmic spasms. The anti-viral pre-cum flooding her uterus continuously healed her fatigued muscles, fueling her stamina so she could take the brutal pounding without passing out.

Ghosty bent his neck down, sinking his teeth softly into the side of her neck—a protective, possessive mating bite that left a deep mark without breaking the skin.

"Ow! Don’t bite!"

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"Ah... kiss... l-lick it! Oh my god, yes, just like that!"

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"S-Slow down, I can’t... I can’t catch my... nnnngh!"

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"F-Fuck... Ghosty... ah, keep hitting that spot! Just keep... aaaah!"

Her moans echoed through the silent, abandoned chemical plant like a chaotic, filthy orchestra of wet friction, buzzing chitin, and heavy breathing, as the eighteen-year-old S.T.A.R.S. medic completely surrendered her body to a horny, seven-foot lizard monster.

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