A Night in the Darkness
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+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
15,094
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Desk Work
IV. Desk Work
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“They’re wandering off the path, Barry,” Wesker said, not turning from the monitors. He watched as Jill fought against Sarton’s plant, the Bravo member somewhere off screen. In another monitor, Chris was leafing through some papers in an office. Wesker didn’t like that at all, didn’t even like to see Redfield alive. He had been sidetracked by the hunter, and hadn’t made it to the study, where Aiken and the Yawn were waiting for him.
Fortunately, the zombie Chris had shot upon entering the room hadn’t been decapitated. They could regenerate. On the monitor, Wesker could see the corpse stirring and twitching, unnoticed by Chris. The crimson head mutation wasn’t completely useless, after all.
“I can’t keep this up, Wesker,” his subordinate said from behind him. His voice was strained with desperation. “Please don’t make me do this.” Wesker found himself pleased at Barry Burton’s misery.
“You will do exactly as I say, Barry. You know what will happen to your family if you don’t. Lead them to the study. I want them gone. If you’re lucky, they might be dead before you can reach them.”
Wesker received nothing in reply, except for a sigh and receding footsteps as Barry left the room. He focused on Jill’s monitor and frowned. The plant lie dead on the floor, it’s tendrils motionless. On the other monitor, Chris had slaughtered the regenerated zombie, not so much as a scratch on him.
Wesker’s fists trembled. This wasn’t going as he had foreseen. This couldn’t continue. He had people to answer to. If Burton didn’t take care of them, Wesker would have to do it himself. He couldn’t allow anyone to leave this mansion alive.
Another monitor caught Wesker’s eye. A human figure stumbled in frame, one arm clasped to their chest. Enrico Marini, the Bravo team leader. Wesker had already shot him once, yet he appeared to be alive still.
“Goddamn it…” Wesker hissed under his teeth. He rose from his seat, retrieving his pistol from the desk. Enrico was too dangerous to be kept alive, with the knowledge he had. Wesker couldn’t afford to sit idly by any longer. Time to go to work.
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Up the stairs was a door that led into what appeared to be an office. It was small, with only one desk cluttered with papers. Rebecca leaned against the door of the office, still looking dazed for whatever reason. Jill rummaged around the desk, reading everything of interest.
“…the plant is sentient, and very aggressive. Umbrella is pleased. The T-Virus seems adaptable to almost every type of organism…”
“…as long as the Neptune project continues downstairs, there should be enough leftover protein in the water for Plant 42 to sustain itself…”
“…the Umbrella Corporation doesn’t see my project as a realistic B.O.W. design, because of it‘s weakness to the V-Jolt. Nevertheless, my research will continue…”
“…there’s been a T-Virus breakout in the sub-mansion laboratory. The researchers are infected, and the B.O.W. have escaped. Umbrella have locked us all in…
“…Plant 42 has grown much faster than I had expected. It has killed all of my researchers. I can’t escape my office. It is only a matter of time…”
Jill read through the documents, some of her questions answered, even more brought to mind. They were experiments. All of these monstrosities were scientific failures. By Umbrella, no less. They were a pharmaceutical corporation. They had commercials on television all the time. They made everything, from cosmetics to children’s medicine.
Apparently, that wasn’t all they had been working on. B.O.W. stood for bio-organic weapons, if she remembered correctly. This couldn’t be anywhere near legal. She looked at the headings on the documents. Henry Sarton. She had questions for him, if only he were alive. What was the T-Virus? Or the Neptune project? Or V-Jolt, which she apparently could have used to easily kill that plant without wasting ammo?
Well, Jill thought. At least we have a lead now. The documents mentioned a sub-mansion laboratory. If there wasn’t a radio or phone down there, there would probably be more answers, at the very least. How to get down there, though?
Once again, the document seemed to have the answers. Whatever the Neptune project was, it was just downstairs. Maybe it would lead to the labs. Jill proceeded to rummage through the drawers of Sarton’s desk. Most of them were filled with every type of porn magazine imaginable. Apparently, the creator of monstrous, carnivorous plants was also some sort of sexual deviant.
In the last drawer she found a small vial labeled “V-Jolt.” She would have been upset, but also in the drawer was another pistol and a large box of rounds to compensate. She put both on the desk and began loading the gun. Now she and Rebecca would both be armed.
Speaking of Rebecca, Jill thought. She looked over her shoulder at the young girl. She still looked dazed, as though she were in deep, deep thought. Jill was starting to wonder if she had lost her mind completely. She supposed she couldn’t blame her.
…
Rebecca stared off into space. Her mind was blank. Had she been in the right state of mind, she might have joined Jill in reading the documents. She might have been disgusted with herself for receiving pleasure from a monster.
But Rebecca was not in the right state of mind. Her blood was hot, still overflowing with whatever the plant had given her. It was fading, very slowly. But that wasn’t enough. The pheromones were overriding Rebecca’s thought process, filling her with an instinctual purpose. Rebecca felt nothing but desire. Her every nerve stood on end, awaiting stimulation. And it appeared that there was only one other person in the room that could give it to her.
…
Jill finished loading the magazine and shoved it back into the pistol. The extra rounds she had already loaded into extra clips and put in her side bag. This was going to make things a lot easier.
Just as Jill made to turn around to face Rebecca, she felt something. A hand, small and warm, on her neck. It caressed, softly trailing down the neck of her shirt and towards her breasts. Jill shot out of her chair and back against a wall, her eyes wide as she stared at the younger girl.
“What the hell are you doing?!?!” She cried as Rebecca approached her. The young brown haired girl said nothing, only returned her hand to the back of Jill’s neck, pulling the confused woman close.
“It feels good…” Rebecca said. “Trust me…” Their lips met, and Jill closed her eyes. She felt a strange, heated sensation as Rebecca’s tongue probed her mouth, similar to when the vines had touched her skin earlier. She thought briefly that maybe that was something to worry about, but the pheromones went to work, and Jill forgot most everything else.
She kissed Rebecca back, forcefully and eagerly. Rebecca’s hands slipped under Jill’s shirt and bra finding her breasts again. They were much larger than Rebecca’s own, and she elicited soft moans from Jill as she teased the nipples between her fingers. All the while, the pheromones continued to transfer from body to body.
Jill pushed the two of them backwards towards the desk. Still kissing furiously, Rebecca clumsily brushed everything off of the desktop. The desktop lamp shattered as it hit the ground.
Jill pushed Rebecca onto the desk, so that she was lying on her back. Rebecca watched as Jill Pulled her tight blue shirt up over her head, Revealing a black, lacy bra. She reached back and undid the clip, revealing her beautiful breasts. Her body was much more voluptuous and fuller than Rebecca’s. The younger girl was equally desirable, however, her petite frame toned and supple.
Jill put her arms on the desk and crawled over Rebecca, reaching under the younger girl’s shirt and bra, pushing them up as she pawed at Rebecca’s chest. Rebecca hastily pulled the garments off and continued her kiss with Jill, the blue eyed woman now grabbing Rebecca’s smaller yet ample breasts.
Rebecca broke their kiss and began tickling Jill’s neck with her breath and tongue. The older woman shivered in ecstasy, her arms trembling as she held herself up. The trail of kisses wound down Jill’s beautifully curved and toned body, down her stomach and to her navel, then lower, to the curve of her hip line.
Jill still held herself up as she heard the button and zipper of her pants come undone. She looked downwards and saw Rebecca from a strange, upside down angle as the young hazel eyed girl pulled Jill’s black lace panties down and off, revealing her trimmed bush.
Rebecca was completely off of the desk at this point. “Lie down,” she commanded. Jill complied, looking up at the fluorescent lighting as Rebecca readied to surprise her. Jill gasped as she felt something cold and smooth against the inside of her thigh. She looked up and saw Rebecca between her legs, Jill’s own knife in hand.
“Be gentle,” Jill said. The last of words twisted up into a gasping moan as she felt Rebecca’s tongue against her labia. Rebecca probed her tongue eagerly between Jill’s legs, finding a steady rhythm that made Jill squirm in delight, bucking her pelvis towards the other girl’s efforts.
She gasped a bit as she felt the blade of her own knife against her skin. The sharp pain added to her rapture, however, and she found herself wanting more. The knife trailed across her hip line, leaving a shallow, thin rivulet of crimson blood. Jill felt her pleasure rising, Rebecca now adding two fingers to work along with her tongue. Her moans became louder and more frequent.
Before she felt that she would lose herself entirely, she pulled her hips away from Rebecca, sliding off of the desk in a sultry fashion.
“I want us to come together,” she said, walking around behind the younger girl, taking the knife in her own hand. She breathed lightly on the back of Rebecca’s neck, causing the young brown haired girl to shudder pleasurably. “You’re still half dressed.”
Jill pushed Rebecca hard, so that she was bent over the desk, her hips wiggling at Jill invitingly. Jill pulled her pants down to her shoes for her to step out of. Her shapely backside was now revealed, as was her smooth, shaven sex. Jill probed her tongue experimentally, pleased when Rebecca gasped and pleaded for more.
“Please…” she begged. “Don’t tease me…” Jill obliged, using her tongue as though she were a seasoned veteran. She licked and probed in a rhythmic yet spontaneous pattern, occasionally even traveling further up towards Rebecca’s rear, causing the younger girl to cry out pleasure and surprise. Her thumb rubbed Rebecca’s clitoris in tempo as she pleasured the younger girl from behind. The hand that wasn’t holding the knife was at her own center, working earnestly with three fingers.
Rebecca held herself up with one arm, while the other groped at her own breasts, grabbing and squeezing hard enough to bruise the sensitive flesh. She felt Jill sliding the knife blade across her hip line, giving her a matching cut. The pain with pleasure was almost too much to bear. She felt herself about to come.
“I’m about to…” Rebecca started, her last word caught in a lusty moan as Jill momentarily probed her back entrance. Jill ceased her efforts and let Rebecca turn around to face her. Then they were together again, tongues massaging one another, tasting each other. Their hands mirrored each other, one fondling the other girl’s breasts, while the other fingered between the other girl’s legs. They rocked against each other, the sensation of their bodies touching intensifying with each passing moment as they neared their climax.
Then they peaked, crying out into one another’s parted lips. Jill removed her hand from Rebecca’s sex, only for Rebecca to clasp her wrist and bring the hand to her mouth. She sucked each of Jill’s fingers clean, one by one, tasting herself. She then did the same to her own hand.
The two of them collapsed onto the desk, resting a moment before they dressed and continued. The influence of the pheromones dwindled, leaving the to women in a haze of spent lust and passion.
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Another chapter. With yuri, no less. If there's anyone keeping up with this, or if you've only just read it, please let me know what you think! Of the plot, or the smut, or whatever. Feedback is always nice. Next chapter will be up soon. Read, Rate, Review, and Enjoy!!!
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“They’re wandering off the path, Barry,” Wesker said, not turning from the monitors. He watched as Jill fought against Sarton’s plant, the Bravo member somewhere off screen. In another monitor, Chris was leafing through some papers in an office. Wesker didn’t like that at all, didn’t even like to see Redfield alive. He had been sidetracked by the hunter, and hadn’t made it to the study, where Aiken and the Yawn were waiting for him.
Fortunately, the zombie Chris had shot upon entering the room hadn’t been decapitated. They could regenerate. On the monitor, Wesker could see the corpse stirring and twitching, unnoticed by Chris. The crimson head mutation wasn’t completely useless, after all.
“I can’t keep this up, Wesker,” his subordinate said from behind him. His voice was strained with desperation. “Please don’t make me do this.” Wesker found himself pleased at Barry Burton’s misery.
“You will do exactly as I say, Barry. You know what will happen to your family if you don’t. Lead them to the study. I want them gone. If you’re lucky, they might be dead before you can reach them.”
Wesker received nothing in reply, except for a sigh and receding footsteps as Barry left the room. He focused on Jill’s monitor and frowned. The plant lie dead on the floor, it’s tendrils motionless. On the other monitor, Chris had slaughtered the regenerated zombie, not so much as a scratch on him.
Wesker’s fists trembled. This wasn’t going as he had foreseen. This couldn’t continue. He had people to answer to. If Burton didn’t take care of them, Wesker would have to do it himself. He couldn’t allow anyone to leave this mansion alive.
Another monitor caught Wesker’s eye. A human figure stumbled in frame, one arm clasped to their chest. Enrico Marini, the Bravo team leader. Wesker had already shot him once, yet he appeared to be alive still.
“Goddamn it…” Wesker hissed under his teeth. He rose from his seat, retrieving his pistol from the desk. Enrico was too dangerous to be kept alive, with the knowledge he had. Wesker couldn’t afford to sit idly by any longer. Time to go to work.
…
Up the stairs was a door that led into what appeared to be an office. It was small, with only one desk cluttered with papers. Rebecca leaned against the door of the office, still looking dazed for whatever reason. Jill rummaged around the desk, reading everything of interest.
“…the plant is sentient, and very aggressive. Umbrella is pleased. The T-Virus seems adaptable to almost every type of organism…”
“…as long as the Neptune project continues downstairs, there should be enough leftover protein in the water for Plant 42 to sustain itself…”
“…the Umbrella Corporation doesn’t see my project as a realistic B.O.W. design, because of it‘s weakness to the V-Jolt. Nevertheless, my research will continue…”
“…there’s been a T-Virus breakout in the sub-mansion laboratory. The researchers are infected, and the B.O.W. have escaped. Umbrella have locked us all in…
“…Plant 42 has grown much faster than I had expected. It has killed all of my researchers. I can’t escape my office. It is only a matter of time…”
Jill read through the documents, some of her questions answered, even more brought to mind. They were experiments. All of these monstrosities were scientific failures. By Umbrella, no less. They were a pharmaceutical corporation. They had commercials on television all the time. They made everything, from cosmetics to children’s medicine.
Apparently, that wasn’t all they had been working on. B.O.W. stood for bio-organic weapons, if she remembered correctly. This couldn’t be anywhere near legal. She looked at the headings on the documents. Henry Sarton. She had questions for him, if only he were alive. What was the T-Virus? Or the Neptune project? Or V-Jolt, which she apparently could have used to easily kill that plant without wasting ammo?
Well, Jill thought. At least we have a lead now. The documents mentioned a sub-mansion laboratory. If there wasn’t a radio or phone down there, there would probably be more answers, at the very least. How to get down there, though?
Once again, the document seemed to have the answers. Whatever the Neptune project was, it was just downstairs. Maybe it would lead to the labs. Jill proceeded to rummage through the drawers of Sarton’s desk. Most of them were filled with every type of porn magazine imaginable. Apparently, the creator of monstrous, carnivorous plants was also some sort of sexual deviant.
In the last drawer she found a small vial labeled “V-Jolt.” She would have been upset, but also in the drawer was another pistol and a large box of rounds to compensate. She put both on the desk and began loading the gun. Now she and Rebecca would both be armed.
Speaking of Rebecca, Jill thought. She looked over her shoulder at the young girl. She still looked dazed, as though she were in deep, deep thought. Jill was starting to wonder if she had lost her mind completely. She supposed she couldn’t blame her.
…
Rebecca stared off into space. Her mind was blank. Had she been in the right state of mind, she might have joined Jill in reading the documents. She might have been disgusted with herself for receiving pleasure from a monster.
But Rebecca was not in the right state of mind. Her blood was hot, still overflowing with whatever the plant had given her. It was fading, very slowly. But that wasn’t enough. The pheromones were overriding Rebecca’s thought process, filling her with an instinctual purpose. Rebecca felt nothing but desire. Her every nerve stood on end, awaiting stimulation. And it appeared that there was only one other person in the room that could give it to her.
…
Jill finished loading the magazine and shoved it back into the pistol. The extra rounds she had already loaded into extra clips and put in her side bag. This was going to make things a lot easier.
Just as Jill made to turn around to face Rebecca, she felt something. A hand, small and warm, on her neck. It caressed, softly trailing down the neck of her shirt and towards her breasts. Jill shot out of her chair and back against a wall, her eyes wide as she stared at the younger girl.
“What the hell are you doing?!?!” She cried as Rebecca approached her. The young brown haired girl said nothing, only returned her hand to the back of Jill’s neck, pulling the confused woman close.
“It feels good…” Rebecca said. “Trust me…” Their lips met, and Jill closed her eyes. She felt a strange, heated sensation as Rebecca’s tongue probed her mouth, similar to when the vines had touched her skin earlier. She thought briefly that maybe that was something to worry about, but the pheromones went to work, and Jill forgot most everything else.
She kissed Rebecca back, forcefully and eagerly. Rebecca’s hands slipped under Jill’s shirt and bra finding her breasts again. They were much larger than Rebecca’s own, and she elicited soft moans from Jill as she teased the nipples between her fingers. All the while, the pheromones continued to transfer from body to body.
Jill pushed the two of them backwards towards the desk. Still kissing furiously, Rebecca clumsily brushed everything off of the desktop. The desktop lamp shattered as it hit the ground.
Jill pushed Rebecca onto the desk, so that she was lying on her back. Rebecca watched as Jill Pulled her tight blue shirt up over her head, Revealing a black, lacy bra. She reached back and undid the clip, revealing her beautiful breasts. Her body was much more voluptuous and fuller than Rebecca’s. The younger girl was equally desirable, however, her petite frame toned and supple.
Jill put her arms on the desk and crawled over Rebecca, reaching under the younger girl’s shirt and bra, pushing them up as she pawed at Rebecca’s chest. Rebecca hastily pulled the garments off and continued her kiss with Jill, the blue eyed woman now grabbing Rebecca’s smaller yet ample breasts.
Rebecca broke their kiss and began tickling Jill’s neck with her breath and tongue. The older woman shivered in ecstasy, her arms trembling as she held herself up. The trail of kisses wound down Jill’s beautifully curved and toned body, down her stomach and to her navel, then lower, to the curve of her hip line.
Jill still held herself up as she heard the button and zipper of her pants come undone. She looked downwards and saw Rebecca from a strange, upside down angle as the young hazel eyed girl pulled Jill’s black lace panties down and off, revealing her trimmed bush.
Rebecca was completely off of the desk at this point. “Lie down,” she commanded. Jill complied, looking up at the fluorescent lighting as Rebecca readied to surprise her. Jill gasped as she felt something cold and smooth against the inside of her thigh. She looked up and saw Rebecca between her legs, Jill’s own knife in hand.
“Be gentle,” Jill said. The last of words twisted up into a gasping moan as she felt Rebecca’s tongue against her labia. Rebecca probed her tongue eagerly between Jill’s legs, finding a steady rhythm that made Jill squirm in delight, bucking her pelvis towards the other girl’s efforts.
She gasped a bit as she felt the blade of her own knife against her skin. The sharp pain added to her rapture, however, and she found herself wanting more. The knife trailed across her hip line, leaving a shallow, thin rivulet of crimson blood. Jill felt her pleasure rising, Rebecca now adding two fingers to work along with her tongue. Her moans became louder and more frequent.
Before she felt that she would lose herself entirely, she pulled her hips away from Rebecca, sliding off of the desk in a sultry fashion.
“I want us to come together,” she said, walking around behind the younger girl, taking the knife in her own hand. She breathed lightly on the back of Rebecca’s neck, causing the young brown haired girl to shudder pleasurably. “You’re still half dressed.”
Jill pushed Rebecca hard, so that she was bent over the desk, her hips wiggling at Jill invitingly. Jill pulled her pants down to her shoes for her to step out of. Her shapely backside was now revealed, as was her smooth, shaven sex. Jill probed her tongue experimentally, pleased when Rebecca gasped and pleaded for more.
“Please…” she begged. “Don’t tease me…” Jill obliged, using her tongue as though she were a seasoned veteran. She licked and probed in a rhythmic yet spontaneous pattern, occasionally even traveling further up towards Rebecca’s rear, causing the younger girl to cry out pleasure and surprise. Her thumb rubbed Rebecca’s clitoris in tempo as she pleasured the younger girl from behind. The hand that wasn’t holding the knife was at her own center, working earnestly with three fingers.
Rebecca held herself up with one arm, while the other groped at her own breasts, grabbing and squeezing hard enough to bruise the sensitive flesh. She felt Jill sliding the knife blade across her hip line, giving her a matching cut. The pain with pleasure was almost too much to bear. She felt herself about to come.
“I’m about to…” Rebecca started, her last word caught in a lusty moan as Jill momentarily probed her back entrance. Jill ceased her efforts and let Rebecca turn around to face her. Then they were together again, tongues massaging one another, tasting each other. Their hands mirrored each other, one fondling the other girl’s breasts, while the other fingered between the other girl’s legs. They rocked against each other, the sensation of their bodies touching intensifying with each passing moment as they neared their climax.
Then they peaked, crying out into one another’s parted lips. Jill removed her hand from Rebecca’s sex, only for Rebecca to clasp her wrist and bring the hand to her mouth. She sucked each of Jill’s fingers clean, one by one, tasting herself. She then did the same to her own hand.
The two of them collapsed onto the desk, resting a moment before they dressed and continued. The influence of the pheromones dwindled, leaving the to women in a haze of spent lust and passion.
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Another chapter. With yuri, no less. If there's anyone keeping up with this, or if you've only just read it, please let me know what you think! Of the plot, or the smut, or whatever. Feedback is always nice. Next chapter will be up soon. Read, Rate, Review, and Enjoy!!!