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

Chapter 58: Chapter 59:███████

The darkness smelled heavily of old cedar wood, expensive vintage perfume, and dried lavender.

Alex blinked against the pitch black, half-expecting to see the water-stained drywall of his depressing studio apartment, but nothing materialized.

When he tried to roll over to check his phone, his arms refused to budge. Pulling harder only produced the loud creak of stretched leather and the metallic rattle of heavy chains. His wrists were pulled taut, locked into thick padded cuffs bolted directly to the posts of a king-sized four-poster bed. His ankles were secured in the exact same spread-eagle arrangement, stretched so wide his hamstrings were already filing a formal protest.

What the hell did I drink last night? Did some Craigslist psycho kidnap me from the bar? Where are my fucking pants?

He opened his mouth to scream for help, fully intending to threaten the kidnapper with every legal statute he could remember, but only a muffled grunt escaped his throat.

Mmmph?!

Alex tried to move his jaw, but his teeth were clamped around a solid sphere of hard red rubber. A wide leather harness wrapped around the back of his skull, buckled so tight his cheeks were permanently mashed against his molars. Secondary straps tugged the corners of his lips wide open, leaving him drooling onto his own chin.

A ball-gag? Who the hell puts a ball-gag on a broke college graduate? If this is my landlord’s new method for collecting late rent, I am going straight to the housing authority!

Before he could thrash against the mattress, the massive double doors at the far end of the room swung inward with a heavy, theatrical creak.

A warm golden glow flooded across the polished oak floorboards as floating candelabras ignited along the walls, revealing a vaulted bedroom that looked like an eighteenth-century European castle suite. Gilded mirrors reflected the flickering flames, heavy velvet drapes framed tall arched windows, and the ceiling soared at least fifteen feet overhead.

Then, the woman stepped through the doorway.

Alex’s brain promptly blue-screened.

She had to duck her head forward just to clear the massive eight-foot doorframe. She was a literal skyscraper of a woman, standing easily nine feet tall in an immaculate, flowing ivory silk dress with a wide-brimmed black sunhat tilted over one pale cheek. Her chest was an absolute triumph of structural engineering, sporting two colossal mounds that strained against the front of her dress with every slow, deliberate step she took.

Why is she so damn tall? Is she an Olympic shot-putter? Did someone genetically engineer a Victorian mommy milk tanker?

She walked with an elegant, hypnotic sway, her black high heels clicking sharply against the polished wood. In one gloved hand, she held an ornate cigarette holder, trailing thin ribbons of cherry-scented smoke into the air.

Her golden eyes locked onto Alex, and her lips curled into a predatory smile painted in deep crimson lipstick.

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"Oh, my sweet little thing," her voice purred, vibrating so low and velvety that the heavy wooden bedframe hummed with the resonance. "Look at you, awake at last. You must be simply ravenous after lying in the dark for so long."

Mmmph! Ggg-rrk!

Alex shook his head against the down pillow, his eyes bulging as she closed the distance.

Ravenous? Hell yes, I’m starving! If you have some greasy takeout burgers out in the hallway, untie my arms and let’s talk business, giant lady!

"Do not fret, my darling," she continued, stopping right beside the mattress and staring down at him like a gourmet dessert on a silver platter. "Mother always ensures her precious little pets are properly fed. It is time for your dinner."

Alex’s eyes darted toward the open doorway, hoping to see a room service cart, a butler, or even a lukewarm microwave burrito.

Instead of turning around to fetch food, the giant woman reached up with both hands. With a flick of her wrists, she set the massive hat aside, letting her styled black curls tumble around her alabaster shoulders. Then, her long fingers moved to the pearl buttons running down the front of her gown.

Wait. Hold on. Where is the food? Why are you taking your clothes off? What kind of restaurant is this?

The pearl buttons popped open with agonizing slowness. The silk fabric parted, sliding down her broad shoulders and pooling around her high heels in a shimmering heap.

She was not wearing a bra.

Two massive, heavy globes of pale flesh spilled into the open air, tipped with dark, plum-colored nipples that looked as hard as pebbles. Her waist tapered down into an hourglass curve, giving way to hips wide enough to crush a man’s ribcage without breaking a sweat, supported by thick, sculpted thighs that had no business looking that soft and dangerous at the same time.

Alex stared at the sheer acreage of naked woman towering over him, his breath catching around the rubber gag.

Holy hell. She is built like a luxury fortress. I could build a two-story suburban house on those hips and still have room for a two-car garage.

"I can hear your little heart pounding from here," she whispered, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest as she placed one massive knee onto the mattress.

The wooden bed gave an agonizing groan under her weight, sagging so deeply that Alex rolled slightly toward her side.

She crawled forward on all fours, hovering over him like a pale storm cloud. Her colossal breasts swayed inches above his bare chest, and the heavy scent of vintage red wine, expensive vanilla, and raw female musk washed over his face.

Beneath his thin flannel pants, his body completely ignored the hostage situation and surged to life, hardening into a throbbing rod that pushed against the fabric with embarrassing urgency.

Come on, man! Have some dignity! We are being held captive by a nine-foot vampire mommy! This is not the time for the downstairs department to file an emergency petition!

The giant woman did not stop at his chest. She shifted her weight, swinging one monstrous, smooth thigh right over his head.

Her massive, rounded ass cheeks hovered directly above his face, blocking out the candlelight like an eclipse of pure, pale meat. Right in the center, glistening wetly in the dim glow, her neat, shaved slit dripped with clear, syrupy lubrication that gathered into a heavy drop and splashed directly onto the bridge of his nose.

"You said you were hungry, didn’t you?" she cooed, looking back over her shoulder with an amused, wicked smirk. "Mother prepared a feast just for you. Open wide, my sweet little glutton."

Wait—NO—THAT’S NOT DINNER, THAT’S A CHOKING HAZARD—

She dropped her full, glorious two-hundred-and-fifty-pound rear end straight down onto his face.

MMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!

Alex’s entire universe was suddenly replaced by boiling heat, soft skin, and a tidal wave of sweet, intoxicating musk.

The heavy globes of her ass pressed down with terrifying authority, sealing over his nose and cheeks so thoroughly that his vision immediately sparked with colorful stars. Her dripping wet pussy was planted directly over the rubber ball-gag, forcing her thick, slick juices through the harness straps and straight onto his tongue.

It tasted like wild berries, expensive champagne, and pure lust.

Alex thrashed his head wildly from side to side, trying to catch a sliver of oxygen, but the giant woman only leaned back further into the seat, grinding her pelvis down in a slow, rhythmic circle that rubbed her clitoris right against the rubber ball wedged in his teeth.

"Ahhh... yes... just like that, you little pig," she moaned, throwing her head back as her hands pinned his wrists deeper into the mattress. "Take every single drop. Clean mother up before the girls arrive."

MMPPH! NGGHH!

His tongue moved entirely on instinct, flicking frantically through the gaps in the leather harness, lapping at the flow of sweet nectar pooling around his mouth. Every time he licked, the giant woman shivered, digging her manicured fingernails into his forearms and grinding her heavy hips harder into his skull until he felt his cheekbones flexing under the pressure.

I am literally suffocating to death under a giant lady’s ass and it is the greatest tragedy of modern civilization that nobody is around to film this!

Suddenly, the temperature in the luxurious bedroom plummeted.

A sharp, high-pitched buzzing filled the air as three black swarms of insects flew through the tall balcony windows, swirling around the foot of the bed in an erratic frenzy. With a sudden burst of chilling wind, the swarms condensed into the shapes of three pale-skinned young women wearing tattered black hooded cloaks, their lips smeared with dark crimson blood.

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"Mother! You started without us!"

The youngest daughter, a manic redhead with dried gore smeared across her chin like cheap lipstick, bounced on her heels with a wide, feral grin. She threw her hands up, letting sickle-bladed meat hooks gleam in the candlelight. "You promised we could tenderize the next stray you dragged in from the woods!"

"Quiet, Daniela," the middle daughter hissed, her dark hair swirling as a cloud of buzzing black blowflies leaked from the collar of her ragged dress. Her golden eyes zeroed in on the bed, fixating on the massive tent pitched in Alex’s flannel pants. "Look at him. He isn’t some shivering village peasant. The poor thing is practically bursting out of his trousers."

"Well, don’t just stand there drooling, girls," Lady Dimitrescu purred, her voice muffled only slightly by the fact that her colossal ass was actively suffocating Alex’s entire upper skull. She rocked her hips in a slow, grinding figure-eight, driving her dripping folds hard against his clamped mouth. "Mother is almost done with her appetizer. Take your share from the other end before he completely ruins himself."

MMMPPPHHH?! NGGHH-WAAIT!

Alex kicked his legs, but the leather cuffs held firm against the solid oak posts, rattling the frame with useless energy.

Before he could even attempt to plead for his civil rights around the rubber ball-gag, six pale, manicured hands descended upon his lower half like a pack of starving raccoons tearing into a discarded pizza box.

The flannel pants did not stand a prayer. The fabric was shredded into ribbons with a flurry of sharp giggles, followed immediately by the violent demise of his cotton boxers. The cold bedroom air washed over his exposed midsection, only to be instantly replaced by the searing heat of three blood-spattered goth girls crowding between his spread thighs.

HOLY CRAP.

Alex’s eyes bulged behind his eyelids.

The eldest daughter, Bela, did not waste a single second on polite introductions. Her soft, freezing-cold lips wrapped firmly around the flared head of his shaft, drawing him deep into the scorching cavern of her throat in one smooth, practiced bob. A low, vibrating hum resonated in her chest, sending electric shocks straight down to Alex’s tailbone.

At the same time, Daniela wedged her face directly between his thighs, her hot, pointed tongue eagerly lapping up the underside of his rod, catching every stray drop of pre-cum before it could touch the sheets. Cassandra, the middle sister, used both hands to aggressively stroke the base, her long black nails gently grazing his heavy, aching balls with just enough teasing pressure to make his hips buck off the mattress.

Oh, sweet mother of sweet tea and bad decisions.

His logical brain attempted to file a formal complaint, but the sensory input completely overloaded the server. He had nine feet of French-aristocrat vampire mommy squashing his face into a throne of pure, dripping ass-juice from above, while three feral vampire daughters were running a five-star tag-team clinic on his junk below.

Okay, hold on. Let’s evaluate the situation objectively. Am I currently the victim of an egregious international human rights violation? Absolutely. Am I likely going to die of oxygen deprivation in approximately ninety seconds? Almost certainly. But on a scale of one to ten, this kidnapping is easily clocking in at a solid eleven on Yelp. If this is how the local goth cult executes trespassers, they should really consider selling season passes.

His hips arched upward into Bela’s mouth, his body throwing in the towel on the whole survival thing in favor of pure, unfiltered hedonism.

"Mmm, he likes that," Cassandra giggled, licking her blood-stained lips as she watched his shaft throb violently between her sister’s cheeks. "Look at him twitch. He’s going to paint Mother’s bedsheets if we aren’t careful."

"Let him," Lady Dimitrescu groaned from on top of his face, her thick thighs trembling as she dug her crimson-painted fingernails straight into his shoulders, using his pinned body for leverage. Her massive rear clamped down even tighter, completely flattening his nose against her slick, throbbing slit. "Stroke him faster, girls! Drain the little beast dry!"

Alex’s tongue worked overtime, frantically lapping at the flood of sweet nectar pouring from the giantess’s center. The taste flooded his senses with an overwhelming cocktail of expensive vintage wine, raw female musk, and liquid velvet. Every flick of his tongue elicited a breathy, rumbling shriek from the giant woman above him, her colossal hips vibrating with such raw power that his teeth rattled against the rubber harness.

He was ascending into pure degenerate nirvana. His toes were curling, his lower back was tensing, and his load was about two seconds away from firing off straight down Bela’s throat.

Then, Daniela paused.

She pulled back from his balls, her ruby-red eyes lighting up with the sudden, chaotic inspiration of a toddler who just found a pair of scissors and an unguarded electrical outlet.

"Wait! Wait, stop!" Daniela squealed, clapping her hands together with malicious glee. "I just remembered what Father left in the torture antechamber beneath the armory!"

Cassandra frowned, her hand still pumping his base with steady, rhythmic strokes. "The iron maiden? That’s too big to haul up the stairs, you idiot."

"No, silly! The special one!" Daniela bounced toward the far corner of the bedroom, rummaging through a heavy wooden chest overflowing with rusted iron chains, iron spikes, and leather straps. "The one with the dual-crank system and the fifteen-inch dragon-ribbed obsidian attachment!"

MMPH?!

Alex’s entire body went rigid. The impending orgasm evaporated into thin air as cold, primal terror seized his nervous system.

WAIT. THE WHAT?! WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY?! DRAGON-RIBBED WHAT?!

Daniela turned around, triumphantly hoisting a leather harness that looked like it had been forged in the deepest pits of an industrial steel mill. Strapped to the front was a massive, pitch-black, jaggedly ribbed monster-dildo that was thick enough to serve as the structural support beam for an overpass. It had three distinct tiers of menacing ridges, an ominous flared base lined with metal studs, and a tip that looked suspiciously like a medieval mace.

"Look!" Daniela laughed, dangling the nightmare apparatus by its heavy leather straps. "We can take turns! Mother, tell Bela to move so I can strap this on and see how far it goes inside him!"

NO NO NO NO NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! THAT IS NOT AN ENTRANCE, THAT IS AN EXIT ONLY!

Alex thrashed violently, using every ounce of strength in his limbs to yank against the leather cuffs. The iron chains rattled against the bedposts, but the furniture did not give an inch.

TIMEOUT! SAFE WORD! THE SAFE WORD IS PINEAPPLE! PINEAPPLE JUICE! FLIGHT ATTENDANT, PLEASE UNBUCKLE MY SEATBELT, I WISH TO EXIT THE AIRCRAFT!

"Oh, what a splendid idea, Daniela," Lady Dimitrescu sighed, her tone completely dismissive of his frantic flailing as her hips continued their relentless, bone-crushing figure-eights across his nose. "He’s been squirming far too much anyway. A thorough reaming will teach the little insolent pet how to behave properly in Mother’s presence."

LADY, GET YOUR MASSIVE REAR OFF MY FACE SO I CAN SCREAM AT YOUR DAUGHTER! GET OFF!

Alex bucked his pelvis frantically, trying to twist away, but Bela only smirked and pressed her entire body weight down across his thighs, pinning his legs flat against the mattress while she gave the tip of his cock a slow, agonizingly wet lick.

"Hold still, sweet thing," Bela whispered, her breath hot and smelling of copper against his hip. "You won’t even feel it after the first few inches tear through."

THAT DOES NOT REASSURE ME IN THE SLIGHTEST, YOU PSYCHOPATH!

Daniela stepped into the leather harness, violently cinching the side buckles with sharp metallic clicks. The massive obsidian monstrosity jutted out from her pelvis at an aggressive ninety-degree angle, wobbling with heavy, terrifying inertia. She picked up a jar of thick, translucent grease from the nightstand, casually slathering the cold sludge along the jagged ridges while humming a cheerful nursery rhyme.

"Spread his cheeks, Cassandra," Daniela commanded, her eyes dilated with pure, unhinged excitement as she climbed onto the foot of the bed. "Make sure he’s nice and open. I want to see if I can hit his ribs on the first thrust!"

I AM GOING TO CLENCH SO HARD MY ENTRANCE TURNS INTO REINFORCED CONCRETE! YOU CANNOT ENTER! THE PORT IS CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE!

Cassandra giggled, her icy fingers trailing away from his shaft.

Alex felt her cold, sharp nails glide across his perineum, tracing the sensitive crease of skin with agonizing slowness.

Down.

Further down.

Past the heavy sack of his balls.

NO.

Directly toward the sacred, forbidden perimeter.

DON’T YOU DARE. DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH IT.

The tip of a freezing, grease-coated fingernail pressed firmly against his tight, trembling entrance.

Alex threw his head back, only to drive his nose deeper into the suffocating, wet chasm of Lady Dimitrescu’s center. The giant woman let out a loud, shuddering wail as his involuntary thrashing stimulated her clitoris to the absolute boiling point.

"YES! YES, YOU FILTHY LITTLE BEAST!" Lady Dimitrescu screamed, her entire nine-foot frame locking up in a violent, world-ending orgasm.

She clamped her thighs around his ears with the force of a hydraulic car crusher, completely sealing off his airway as a scalding, torrential geyser of fluid erupted from her core, flooding his nose, his eyes, and forcing its way past the rubber gag straight down his burning windpipe.

I’M DROWNING! I AM LITERALLY DROWNING IN MILF JUICE WHILE GOTH GIRLS PREPARE TO SODOMIZE ME WITH A FANTASY WAR CRIME!

"Here it comes!" Daniela squealed from between his legs, the heavy leather harness creaking as she lunged forward.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut, his brain flatlining into pure, primal panic.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—

The cold, jagged obsidian tip brushed against his back entrance.

Then, the world shattered.

Alex snapped awake with a violent, full-body spasm.

No dragon dildo. Thank whatever gods are left in the universe, my asshole remains completely unviolated.

He lay there for a second, staring at the rusted overhead pipes, letting the sweet relief wash over his brain.

Then the gears finally turned, and the sheer impossibility of the situation caught up with him.

Wait. What the fuck?

I’m alive?

He distinctly remembered getting turned into a human shish kebab on an eight-foot bone spike. He remembered his ribs turning to dust, his tail getting ripped off like a cheap crab leg, and his spine folding against the steel bulkhead. By all known laws of medical science, physics, and common sense, he should have been rotting on the floor as a puddle of gray bio-sludge.

Yet, his chest rose and fell with steady, deep breaths. The massive gaping hole in his midsection was gone. No agony. No fading darkness.

Instead, all he could feel was a warm, wet, intensely rhythmic suction pulling at his lower half.

Alex blinked his slit-pupils, shifting his head against the cold metal grating.

The maintenance hallway looked like someone had detonated an industrial meat blender. Every single square inch of the titanium walls, the overhead conduits, and the iron floor was painted in gallons of thick, dark crimson gore.

There was no sign of the eight-foot Proto-Tyrant. No massive gray carcass lying nearby. No severed bone spikes. No basketball-sized heart chunks.

Just blood. A terrifying, absurd ocean of blood.

Alex slowly looked down between his scaly green thighs.

Kneeling right in the deepest pool of gore was Rebecca.

Her leather cowgirl vest was soaked in red, her denim shorts practically drenched, but that was the least alarming detail. Spreading across her neck and climbing up her pale jawline were thick, pulsing black veins that webbed beneath her skin like cracked porcelain. Her scelera were entirely blood-red, glowing with an wild brilliance in the dim emergency lights.

And she was enthusiastically working her way down the entire ten inches of his ribbed, reptilian hemipenis, bobbing her head with relentless, terrifying focus.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK AM I LOOKING AT?!

Alex’s breath hitched, his claws twitching against the grate.

Rebecca felt the shift. She slowed her pace, letting the slick, ribbed shaft slide past her lips with a loud, wet POP.

She sat back on her heels, smearing a streak of fresh gore across her cheek with the back of her gloved hand. A string of thick, clear saliva mixed with dark blood stretched from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock.

She stared up at him, her single crimson eye wide, dilated, and completely unblinking.

Her lips parted into a small, eerily serene smile.

"You’re awake, Ghosty."

She reached out with trembling, blood-soaked fingers, gently resting her palm against his armored snout. Her voice was quiet, raspy, and carried a sweet, melodic edge that sent a violent chill straight down his central nervous system.

"You can’t die on me, you know."

She stroked his scales, her smile widening just a fraction as her red eye locked dead-center onto his.

"You can’t."

Alex could only lie there, utterly paralyzed, his brain screaming into the void as a high-pitched digital chime rang inside his skull.

[Biomass Assimilation Complete.]

[Unique Biological Entity Absorbed: Prototype Tyrant / T-001 (Epic).]

[Evolution Points Earned: +3,500 EP.]

[To Be Continued]

Chapter 59: Wild Dreams

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