The Sound of Music: Plagas orchestra

Chapter 3: A Plagas Orchestra continued.
Pairing: Ashley/Leon, this chapter doesn't have any more sex, sorry smut lovers, but one must have some story going on without constant smut, even though we know you loves it :P hehehhe. Just enjoy, relax, have a cup of hot mocha and read on,lovers of RE.
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Summary: after playing music by colors and sound, Leon gets another worry on his conscience.
Written by SecretsofPandora

TOTAL WORDS: 2,301

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They were coming off of their lust-filled fucking; both of them groaning and moaning so loud on that earthen floor; loud lovers to wake the dead, and the dead did wake in the form of dirty peasant fists and blood soaked weapons pounding aggressively against the wooden door. They weren’t exactly living dead as they were still alive, but still, according to Leon, as he stated to Ashley earlier before their rigorous ‘romp’, was that it is better to die than live the rest of one’s life manipulated by a parasite. Ashley just found the whole affair quite icky and would rather she get this ‘plaga’ thing out of her system, and the faster the better. At least, she vaguely thought, after her most awesome orgasm, Ashley still could feel Leon’s hard cock inside her; her sweet vagina walls clasped around his member with supreme tightness. She smiled like a Cheshire cat. This was some overtime, and later, she would ask him after they get back to her home to do more overtime with him. In fact, so much overtime that she planned on having a week fuck-session with Leon and hopefully, her father wouldn’t notice!

She leaned down, her hips going in slow motions; up and down, up and down like a slow-motion pogo stick. She even gave his cock a squeeze for added measure and Leon uttered a broken moan. His throat was becoming quite dry from all that groaning too, and after shooting his cum inside her he panicked. Oh no! He couldn’t believe it. He was never this goddamn stupid too! What was wrong with him? It was that ridiculous sound he heard pounding through his ears, like a steady drum going from soft erythematic reddish-pink glow to a terrible wet sploshy itching that needed to be scratched. That itch tweaked his dick terribly, manipulating it by flowing blood through the veins and the blood pounded sadistically in his head, making him horny. It didn’t help matters much when his eyes focused on a pair of wet panties hidden beneath a checkered skirt and the smooth unblemished legs parted like the red sea. Thank fucking god she wasn’t on her period, so damnit, why did he think of the red sea? It was a fucking metaphor goddamnit. He was incensed with himself, that’s all. Because he totally lost it. Him - the fucking agent who was supposedly the man for this job lost it with a few sing-song tunes that somehow snaked through his vital organs. The U.S. Government assigned him to do this job and all he could do was lose degradingly by listening to a few musical notes.

They were sweating like a couple of pigs, there on that padded dirt floor. He came down from his orgasm with the stark reality, the pounding continued, and the Spanish voices were relentless – saying in garbled short clips that they were after his head! Well, shit, he groaned aloud, Ashley Graham’s already got his head between those supple pale-pinkish thighs and covered in the heat of her inside. He was already going soft after his burst of cum; he gently pushed her off of him. “Ashley,” Leon groaned, almost apologetically.

“Uh oh.” Ashley responded with a look of fear; fear that she may be given the brush off. Sure, she got him to fuck her, and that’s what she wanted, wasn’t it? But she wanted more, and she did confess her love to him out of that copulation, and boy, that was just too awesome to not repeat again. She hoped that afterward, or sometime later, they would have more time together in such close quarters – never mind the dangers of Ganados and Regenerators on their asses. If they could find more time, she would take advantage of it and have Leon pounding her like no tomorrow. It was as good, no better than that soldier who practically raped her. Only because, this time, she loved this man. Love only made the love making sweeter. Right? She told herself that as she watched him pull his pants up in a hurried motion, his eyes straying over to her nudity.

“Ashley, you should get dressed. We’re not far from the dangers yet.” He motioned his head over to the pounding at the door. As she looked over, she could see that parts of the wood from the incessant banging thinned. Pretty soon, the entire door would be possessed with a giant hole the size of a human’s head and from then on, they could work their way to finding more ways to kill them.

“Leon,” She tentatively looked over as she attempted to dress herself, her pristine-pretty bra snapped together with her trembling fingers. “You’re not mad are you?”

“Mad?” Leon snorted. He couldn’t believe that she couldn’t hear what he could hear. That the music strayed in soft lazy tones in and out of her, but it wasn’t as loud like before. It seemed to him that these sound waves in the form of some sadistic orchestra managed to manipulate his prostrate, churn his sperm up, bunching up his balls into a tight knot and shooting red hot blood into his already strained purplish veins along his dick. How could he tell her that? But somehow he must tell her, yet not now, for the present, he had to get his shit together as well as keep his pants on.

“How could I be mad at you, Ashley?”

“Well I thought, since, I practically took advantage of you….” She trailed off….”I mean.”

“Forget it. Right now, we gotta get ourselves out of here before we’re squashed with plaga-infested villagers.”

He checked his ammunition. It was enough. His shotgun had 3 in the chamber, and there was still the box of shotgun ammo which read 12. Not to mention, there were grenades on him that could blow up another round of Bella sisters. He shivered. He didn’t like them at all, and their dark music was nothing like anything he had ever heard. Maybe people liked horror shows and horror stories, and hell, he loved to listen to them when he was kid, but being in its real life situation….no. It did produce a high in him though and adrenaline snaked through his system just like the old days. Racoon City. This was a bit tamer in comparison. Yet, the danger was a high price as he had one extra baggage to procure: Ashley. He didn’t want to refer her as baggage; however, if she hid in metal bins, everything was right as rain. There wasn’t a worry about her getting hurt or killed. If she got killed, then his mission would be over and done. He might as well put a bullet through his head if anything happened to Miss Graham. And here he was, fucking the shit out of her just moments before. Or rather, she was doing all the work.

She had finished dressing; feeling a bit grimy from the sex and wished to god she had a nice hot bath to find. That was fat chance in all hell too, she sighed inwardly. When she looked up at Leon, Ashley found him staring at her again. Strange, she thought…he’s doing it again. All of a sudden a feeling of inadequacy snaked through her soul, thinking that he was looking at her in that mixture of “she’s a freak” and “she’s so hot.” Ashley couldn’t really decide but her fragile feelings could break her down. It’s one thing about the meaty Soldier who fucked her all night long, and another thing with a pretty boy U.S. Agent she fell in love with. One could say all the nasty mean things about her but this one? No. She would willingly take in the plaga that was infesting through her body than be horribly shamed to bits by Leon S. Kennedy. Ashley watched him look around their area. And for the first time she too managed to glance around their surroundings. What filled that small space were a few unmarked barrels and some crates which were actually marked with explosives. She flinched. If anything should happen…..this entire place would definitely blow up.


Leon saw it too, going directly towards the crates and opening them with the end of his shotgun. Prying the wooden pieces apart from the small gap he managed to jar his weapon in. After a little struggle, he managed to snap it open. Inside were pieces of chipped wood and curling cedar pieces that were used to secure the grenades inside. The smell pleased him and for the first time that day, it gave his nostrils reason to flare up instead of stifling against such stale blood and decay that the villagers possessed. What he found inside were flash grenades and he frowned at that. He wanted more than flash grenades, like perhaps one that could blow up an entire gang of plaga infested maniacs. Going over to the next crate, he jarred that open with little effort and found more ammo. A smile replaced his frown and he stuffed them inside his jacket pockets, feeling overly greedy but this was no time to start second guessing why these stray ammunition boxes were left in here. From what he could derive, the villagers were not created for combat. They were only equipped with farming equipment; hoes, throwing hammers, and torches were held up in their hands. Even the women were just as bad as the men. Equal opportunity works very well in these Spanish farms, as their leader, that menacing Saddler had probably thought their use to follow him would provide his religious law the means to propagate into other countries. Work harder and faster, and if anyone fucks with them, they turn into mindless fiends with burning red plaga-induced eyes. He shivered. Leon knew he had the plaga inside him and if these little fuckers were responsible for creating such grand illusions for him, such as what happened earlier then he would have to pay Saddler a little call.

Right now, he had to get himself and Ashley out of this mess. He would have to deliberately ignore the incessant ramblings of what transpired in his head – Ashley’s faint singing that manifested out of her skin. The glowing essences that poured out of her pores were still nagging through his eardrums, thrumming a slightly irritating low keyed violin on crack. Earlier, it was majestic, almost too grand to be called anything and it snuck up on him like a vampire in the dead of night, sucking up his blood and siphoning it through his dick.


The villagers were just in time as they finally managed through their aggressive pounding and thumping to tear a hole through the door. Their glowing red-orange eyes could be seen through the splintering cracks and their voices mingled together like a broken chorus in an echo chamber. He didn’t even bother to ask any questions as he pulled his shotgun back, and a resounding crack came out of its twin barrel, shooting directly to the hordes of fiery-infested eyes. The hole that was created was replaced with nothing but air. The last debris fell violently around them as Leon fired another round, trying to empty out the chamber as more and more villagers tried to find their way to get inside. The only thing that was left was the metal bar which was now a bent divider between himself and them.


He was busy trying to fire into the villagers that he didn’t even take time to notice that there was another way in. A small opening at the back, between the barrels and crates had opened up enough that a few stragglers managed to pry inside. Ashley didn’t even see it as well, as she was too busy crouched behind him. Her eyes wide with fear, and despite the fact that she should be closing them, her need to survive was too great. She needed to be in complete control of when and where Leon fired his next shot so that she would get out of the way, and help him if there was a great need to. It was to her great surprise that the second time that day, she was being hauled up over someone’s stinking shoulder like a sack of grain, her butt in the air as her skirt pushed up over them. Her wide eyes could see the back of a dirty villager’s back, the grime and smell filled her nostrils and she gasped in shock.


She was only able to utter a small cry of pain as she felt a hand slap her ass. That was just too weird for her! None of the villagers ever did that before but she didn’t have time to think as her mouth opened up to cry for that usual help: “LEON!”


Leon barely managed to see what was going on as the villagers poured in, some managed to be pushed back from his shotgun but as he heard Ashley’s small cry for help he was delayed in several actions. This delay caused him to get hit by a torch wielding Ganado, his big body exhaled rancid breath into the fire, shooting it directly in Leon’s face.


Ashley was taken away, as Leon managed to blink back hot tears of distracted pain. Still, his hand on the trigger, he clicked and it registered: 00: empty. Shit! With reflexes he was trained with, he pushed up with renewed strength and did a round house kick into the frontal attackers, and this helped greatly as some of them fell on the ground helplessly. One head was decapitated quite easily but the satisfaction was short lived as Leon could not see the President’s daughter in sight.

She was gone.