The Sound of Music: Plagas orchestra

This story is written parody-style with sex version as Separate Ways, Resident Evil 4: Leon and Ada's Adventure, but with a funny twist.

TITLE: THE SOUND OF MUSIC: A PLAGAS ORCHESTRA
VARIOUS PAIRINGS: Each chapter will have a warning of what pairing will transpire. This first chapter is Ashley/Leon
Genre: Action/Adventure/Horror/Drama/Suspense/Romance/Supernatural/parody/humour
Rating: NC-17 for graphic situations.
Disclaimer: We don't own Resident Evil, and for that we're a bit sad.
Summary: Leon gets an awakening! Music drifts lazily to his ears from the plagas in their bodies.
Written by SecretsofPandora

TOTAL WORDS: 3,506
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Leon was watching Ashley as he descended the ladder, then he stopped, paused in that split second, blinked twice….because he couldn’t believe what he was witnessing! Were his ears playing tricks on him?

She was full of visibly and hauntingly beautiful sound waves, just like the end of the other side of a visible rainbow, dipping close to the golden pot; a mixture of varying shades of blues from sky lit pastel blues to deep indigo accompanied the rich sultry tune of a lazy hot midsummer’s night. And in those shimmering gradations of its operatic pitched noises explained in noisy violets and tickled laughing yellows; they evoked strange lustful feelings in him that nearly sent him down the ladder. It’s as if the plagas had been implanted in a person to detect sound and listen to the host’s vital signs, their heart pumping with every beat – that’s where he could hear their special sound of music coming out; Leon witnessed all this from one split second, staring at the sunshine and pink flushed girl before him. He swallowed. She was so beautiful there, standing alone, looking around as if some heavily breathing regenerator would pounce on her any minute.

Ashley stared back; her great weeping hazel eyes beckoned him. “Leon?” She had her fingers pressed up to her breasts, the full contours accentuating that pumpkin colored sweater. “Are you okay?”

He swallowed again. “Yeah….” A mumble. He didn’t understand what was going on, because the strange music he was listening to were not only clinging on Ashley’s person, but had extended as far as the crows flying carelessly over their heads. What's going on? Not only that, he felt weird emotions; it felt like a knife staking through him. The emotions came out, freely and were flowing into and out of him; these sinuous sensations doubled him over. The haunted music notes were keeping him riveted, silkily stunned to the ladder; his hands gripped the edges, the whites of his knuckles showing. It's as if he couldn't control himself...but he relented, as these strange emotions continued and the faint residues of what had transpired were, in a suspended animated clarity, giving him a glimpse of what's to come.

She looked up as well, noticing that his attention had been taken away from her, despite her inner trembling to be stared at like that, to see where Leon’s eyes took him: birds. Ashley frowned.

What she didn’t know was that Leon was hearing something that penetrated his ear drums; the way sound waves were vibrantly piercing them in a tug of war aggression; these provided a slight irritation as it was manipulating his inner passion; they clung onto the feathers on birds, and drifting lazily around the outer shells of anything that moved and breathed. Leon could distinctive see the shapes of shadows left behind from their music as the crows flew overhead, disappearing into the cover of sparse brown wet leaves. In this time of month, it was cold; the north wind coming in strong, as noted by his brown suede jacket and her pumpkin colored tight sweater.

Ah yes, he wondered. Taking his eyes away from anything that moved, he had to descend the rest of the ladder and open that lock to that door. Whatever lay behind the door, he had to get it or else he couldn’t proceed further.

“I’m okay, Ashley, just a little distracted.”

Ashley Graham leaned over, looking as far as where Leon landed on two feet on the padded earth. Just as he landed the sound of chainsaws riveted loudly in the cool air, sharpening into deathly eerie reminders of what would come….

“Oh my god…” Ashley whimpered.

He was as ever, trained in situations like this. After all, he had managed to destroy a few Ganados on the way here and evade an entire cult that was being led by the evasive and illusive Saddler. It was that Mendez that had almost had him in a powerful iron grip that he realized without some kind of outside interference he would have died.

He took out his shot gun, shoved the barrel back with a resounding clip and the women came out wearing their bandaged head gear. Leon blinked, but his muscles tensed. He was seeing the way the sound waves swayed tentatively around their exterior, and they weren’t pretty sounds. They exuded a darkness that rivaled charcoal shadows and grayish smoke, curling wispy free off their shoulders and head. There weren’t anything much to see as they had only an intention: to kill the intruder.

It was odd that he should hear the sounds of their personality, and actually they didn’t have any, they were pretty much mindless killers – their music came in violent waves coupled with dark shades of faint color.

When they were close enough he blasted into the first descending woman, her body shoved back from the blow; she flew across the landscape of earthen floor, landing facedown. The next woman raised her chainsaw and screamed a blood curling howl that pretty said she was lustful for a piece of head. Leon fired, blasting shotgun shells and sending her body face up next to her sister.

He breathed hard, not from their appearance but from hearing those plagas screaming a violently brutish threat around their forms. What was happening to him?

But he didn't have time to wonder as the real life sound of blades against metal scraped and riveted that greying wet atmosphere. Leon pulled back his shotgun, making sure he had enough shells in and with steadying fingers, aimed. His blue eyes widened as their sound waves began to merge together, both ganado women coming together with a screaming vital dark color. It didn't just merge, it appeared that they became as one, then ripped apart to become two. It was like watching dirty street floor gum being pulled apart by deft fingers.
He had to keep still and shoot, or he'll never be able to get out of his place, delivering the President's daughter back to safety.

"Leon!" Ashley's voice alerted him. "There's a group of them coming!"

And then he heard them: the chorus of men and women demanding harshly for blood in their native tongue. They had sought for those two for so long, finding in their sound waves from the plaga-filled bodies equipped with tainted blood brought on the fierce desire for one thing: destroy the Agent.

He couldn't falter. Not this time. But his hands were shaking as he pulled back and took a shot, sending the women back again. They weren't dead. Not by a long shot. He had to hurry so he urged Ashley over. "Come on down, I'll catch you."

She was hesitant but fear drove her. The Spanish infected villagers were closing in, all holding some kind of weapon, or gripping torches to pave their way. Ashley jumped. Leon easily caught her, felt her arms go around him in a tight embrace. "Oh Leon!" She was trembling, not by the cold but by her surmounting fear.

"Come on, Ash. We better hurry."

The women on the ground were starting to get up, each of them holding their weapons to pierce loudly a fair warning. They were relentless, driven; their blood shot eyes crazed for the kill. Leon could see the way their shapes moved by the sound of their ugly sing-song, the disjointedness of swirls that seem to come off their bodies broke into a lazy smoky trail. He pushed Ashley behind him and she cowered gratefully against his lean back.

Leon took another shot. They were sent back, heard one of them groan a dying sigh and just as he felt some sort of relief that he would have to just take care of one irritating enemy, the group of Ganados started descending the ladder. Leon took a shot, blasting the man with the wooden hoe off it, falling dead on the ground. He had to hurry and swiped the ladder off, letting it fall to the ground with a loud thwap. This did nothing to deter the villagers and they started to look around for another route.

It was again that Leon was stunned. He was looking at their sound waves; the dullness of their music were like dry pastels smashed over by wet charcoal, it was in essence disturbing and offbeat. It gave him the distinct feeling that they were once human beings with souls, with something of what used to be a life and now covered in the mass of blackened plaga that gave them tainted blood.

To his consternation, Leon felt his dick harden.

It was that moment in his life that he panicked.

Ashley grabbed hold of him from behind, alerting him to his task. He couldn't act like a horndog right fucking now! He'd get killed, no she would! Or their heads would be placed on top of their bludgeoning stick.

Not to mention that bandaged infected villager was already on her feet, didn't even mourn for her sister's disintegrating body. The chainsaw raised high against the dried bloodied head of hers. Leon couldn't think about his goddamn dick right now, and wonder why he was getting the slightest bit hard about a pack of disgusting viral manipuated Spanish flesh bearing robots.

He figured one more shot to the head at the oncoming chainsaw-toting what used to be a female would ease her back to her private hell, keeping his heightened senses out for the rest of the killing machines. A resounding blast came out of his shotgun, firing through the air, crossing through the distance to get to its target and bullseyes!

She died like her sister; a howling fading scream was the last utterance that came from those most likely foul-stenched breaths, now morbidly lifeless on the ground, disintegrating into a pile of cough dust. Leon was now ready to head to the door. He pulled Ashley with him, "Come on, before they find another path to get down."

Ashley obediently complied; worried about their status, despite the fact that Leon had always kept her safe. It was more the fact that she kept getting hauled over by some creep's shoulder while she was pounding on their back to let her down that made her wince inwardly. She didn’t want to get kidnapped again, and last time, she was fucked severely for it. Memories of that American blond soldier came to mind and she held her breath and trembled...she had to squelch down that tingly shameful sensation she felt between her thighs. Tears of frustration poked her. Ashley felt she must be strong in this horrendous mission or else she'd never see her family again! See the wide open spaces and clean food, clean clothes, and a hot bath. Not this disgusting place where people like her fellow Americans raped her, made her feel like a two-bit slut and loving it, or where people spoke foreign tongues wanting to haul her over like a sack of potatoes!

Leon tried prying the door open and succeeded, his heart was pounding severely against his rib cage. As he pulled the door open, he pushed himself and Ashley in, seeing that the group of infected Spanish villagers had finally and vigilantly found a path to their intended targets.

Ashley squealed as she was being hauled in, roughly falling on the dirt ground and heard the clack of the door closed tightly. Leon was barring the door with some kind of metal object. He panted. "This should hold them for quite some time. Now..."
He turned to look at Ashley on the ground. He heard those sound waves; only attuned to her person, gyrating in pulsating yet sexy position, lifting and drowning with an unusual regular beat...

Ashley felt her cheeks redden. She saw the desire flare up in Leon’s eyes, it was something she was used to in college, where guys wanted a piece of action beneath her skirts and usually, as ever, she kept her legs closed. She wasn’t a virgin, no way, as she had lost that sometime during homecoming dance, wanting the feeling of being possessed by the best looking guy to her standards from that school she went to. She never saw him again, but she had kept her legs closed ever since, hoping to someday find someone else worthier to embrace her in that same heated way. It was that American soldier who took her by surprise, no, by force, and she was shamefully and painfully aware of how her clit produced so much wetness that it soaked through her already moistened panties. Now, she was on the ground, her elbows holding her up and her legs slightly apart, just so enough that Leon could see her panties. She didn’t even have time to clean out the last residue of that Soldier’s cum and she was worried that she would get pregnant if ever she were to get in that situation again, because she had taken her last birth control pill right before that huge American abducted her. Thankfully he took her roughly with her current status being able to withstand any sperm trying to make its way towards her ovaries. It was a rough night, she remembered, as that giant overbearing soldier took her over and over again, in different positions that she ended up crying not out of fear, but out of passion.

Here, in this enclosed structure, with the oncoming parasitic intruders outside the door, ready to pound on their sanctuary, Leon was staring intently at her like some crazed horny college guy she met one night trying to get into her panties when they were drunk. She had to admit, she was in love with Leon, and if he ever tried to do anything out of the ordinary with her, she’d gladly open her legs just for him. But she gulped. This wasn’t like Leon so she tentatively whispered. “Leon…are you okay?” She didn’t even bother to move her legs together, as they were kept apart for his eye candy pleasure.

She even had the nerve to keep her boobs sticking out by way of pushing her chest out; her pumpkin colored sweater looked like they possessed hilly pastures. Ashley admitted, even in this disgusting place she wanted Leon. And that niggling feeling in the back of her mind, she wanted him to take her violently, just as the Soldier did with her and curiosity got the worse of her. She deliberately with tantalizing ease opened her legs wider, allowing her checkered skirt to inch closer to her hips.

Leon swallowed; his adam’s apple so prominent and the bulge there already just as evident. The rise of his dick had already pushed against his pants and he had to control himself, but he saw what she was doing. Oh my god, he screamed inwardly, trying to keep any semblance of the situation at hand but it was to no avail, the colors around her were so goddamn gorgeous. They were vibrating and pulsating with an inner song and in the most awesome musical note, like a pristine Mary mother of god singing praises to her child with white washed statues backing her song in the background. They glowed with an inner light around a loud orchestra, changing notes from its high tenor to low baritones in that golden gradational scale of wet pastel azures to a dark midnight smoky essence. He figured her attitude was changing from the performance and she was horny as he was. He couldn’t do this, no not now, but he had to!

“Ashley, I…” He closed his eyes, his hand reaching down to touch his bulge, and he found to his surprise that she was already there, her eager fingers enclosed over his. She was deftly prying his pants apart, taking those buttons apart one by one so that she could see his dick. Ashley felt no shame at this moment. She wanted to ease the tingling sensation of her woman’s lust, remembering painfully the night of rough sex with the Soldier, and she wanted something like that again. This time with Leon, because she was so in love with him.

“Leon…allow me, please…” She huskily whispered. They were so lost in their world that they didn’t hear the pounding of Spanish villagers at the door, trying to get in. The metal bar would hold them off for awhile and Leon shivered as the President’s daughter pulled his pants down around his ankles. She had already taken his boxers down with it so that she didn’t have to bother; now her eyes were fastened on his hard delicious dick. She was ecstatic, licking her full lips, wanting to have a taste of that….

He felt eager lips fasten around him and he groaned loudly, pulling his head back while his eyes closed. In the darkness of them, he could hear the sound waves coming out of their bright universe, pulsating with dazzling star-lit lights; it was like a disco on a large scale; a painful and pleasurable music that penetrated his system and all he could feel was the glorious sucking of the girl at her knees. He took her head and held it, felt her movements go back and forth. Leon’s knees buckled, and she went along with him on the hard ground, her lips still fastened around him.

Ashley wanted to get naked with him, right then and there, wanting to ignore the rest of their dirty environment, feeling so dirty herself and this time….she wanted to be on top willingly. Not like before, where that Renegade Soldier violently pulled her on top and held her hips tightly so that he could control her body to go up and down his huge dick.

Sure, Leon was big but not as big as that soldier. She shivered, still sucking greedily at Leon. She would enjoy this one for sure as the big guy was too big, nearly tearing her apart. This one, her current love of life, would be the most pleasurable, enjoyable ride ever.

Leon groaned and moaned like a twenty four hour sex ghost dipped in an orgy of phantom sucking wenches, because holy mother – Ashley was so aggressive, so beautiful in that glorious music of hers.

He had opened his eyes, blinking back tears of happiness. His dick was staring straight up in the air; cold from Ashley’s departing luscious lips. He could see through the haze of his foggy passionate eyes that she was taking off her sweater. She wasted no time indeed and the villagers outside would not stop pounding. The noise itself correlated to the thumping against his chest and his loins were on fire from watching the girl’s boobs in front of him, the pink hard nipples begging to be sucked by his mouth. He felt his mouth dry up, cracked open from the need to salivate all over her chest and taking those nipples, drawing them inside his hot mouth. The music rose so high, so powerful, taking in more violent notes, shaming nature’s rainbows because Ashley’s siren song came with sprinkles. She was covered in those holier than thou sprinkles of golden star dusts, falling gracefully all over the halo of her white-sing-song around her blonde head. She positioned herself with greedy insistence on top of him, her panties already down and she hurriedly pushed his dick in.

“Oh fuccccckkkkk….” Leon cried out; a half passion, half whimper. His eyes went rolling around, the whites only showing. She humped him like no tomorrow, equally squealing in delight, harmoniously in tune with his groans and moans. She seemed so experienced that he had no time to think…no time to do anything but feel the sensations of her firm body slamming down on him. He was glad for the fact that he was laying down due to his uncontrollable trembling; the lovely music around her coming together with his, and he hadn’t noticed that he had one too….they were full of passionate operatic music, crescendos of high pitched sopranos, mixing in with his deeper baritones, pulsating with their own starlit stars from the universe. She cried out his name over and over again as she pumped vigorously, her wet clit closing down on the length of him.

“Leon, you’re sooooooo good! I love you!” She cried, her boobs pressed against his lips as he groaned out, his mouth opening and closing and closing in time to the rough assault of her scented nipple. She was too hyper right now with such intense horny feelings, the way his dick felt inside her, it was better than eating chocolates!

He didn’t even hear her proclaim her love for him, as he was too intent on her music and his, the way their inner number one hit songs were now showing - merging and de-merging, feeling the passion in his gut rising to degrees he never felt possible. She was so tight and wet that his legs trembled visibly.