Valentine's heat
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Adult ++
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12,387
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Valentine's heat
Title: Valentine's Heat
Pairing Warning: Wesker/Jill pairing
Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN, except for my writing here.
Written for someone special
Note: Some dislike this pairing but try and overlook it, or just don't read. :)~ It's just written for someone special. ;)
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Jill Valentine carefully treaded through the hallway, holding up her gun a ways from her body. She had her typical blue beret on her head; the clothes she picked out that morning made her look like she didn’t belong in this mansion. She took a deep breath, noting the way the dank and mould clung to the blackened walls. It appeared as if the building itself had been on fire, black soot plastering all over the windows, obscuring her vision. The sound of a crash alerted her senses, turning her body sideways with the gun. She gritted her teeth, blue eyes darting back and forth.
A man stepped in front of her way, and she nearly fired if not for the quick action he took by grabbing her pistol hand away from him. The gun shot out a firing noise, blasting at the ceiling. It wasn’t enough to create a hole, but it dented it. She would have kicked him with her boots but he pushed her against the wall. Her blue eyes wide at the sight before her. “Wesker!”
“A bit late for you to be trudging through the halls at this hour, Valentine.” He sneered, his face close to hers. She could smell the faint scent of cologne on him, and something else, like bleach and medicines combined. Her face screwed up. “
”Wesker!” Her voice was full of contempt: acidic-rich and filled with vile; it even shook right down to her toes underneath the leather boots she wore. He chuckled, a dark rich tone that sent her body to shiver some more. There was something so evil about Wesker, but at the same time, it was disgusting; it made her feel so naughty. That’s the thing about Wesker, it was the fact that he had no moral conscience AT ALL. He wasn’t like Chris Redfield, or Leon S. Kennedy, and she had to wonder about how this man grew up. He wasn’t some guy that suddenly was beaten up as a child, no, no, not him. This man was somehow more privileged like the illustrious Spencer, and the deceased and misinformed Marcus. Those men were able to acquire power and prestige through their genetic ascendent line, not only by wealth in material things, but wealth in brain power. Wesker lacked the higher focus that Birkin did, she was sure, and as much as she read the files on Wesker, and knew him from their past experience, he wasn’t a man who had been abused or anything lame like that.
She raised her knife that was hidden around her waist at him; there was no way she was taking a chance. Last time, he had Barry do his dirty deeds for him, but Jill wasn’t going to be a fool the 2nd time around.
He merely glanced at the offending weapon and smirked; the sound of a scoffing noise could he heard in that hallway; he wasn’t about to be beaten by some girl whose father was a mere theif. Wesker wanted to have a little fun with Jill Valentine, just to find out if the expression she wore on her face was true. He didn’t doubt that she despised him, but she was first and foremost a woman and a woman who understood that a man like him could provide the perfect sensual power to weedle his way to charm her. No, he wasn’t really into that; violence was more his forte, really, and was so sure it was hers as well.
With the quick agility he possessed, moving like a prowling and seductive panther, Wesker’s iron grip clasped around her small wrist, pushing the female’s hand against the wall and backing her slender back solid against him. He pushed her up, his body pressed against hers and her hand felt like painful hot fire when he smashed it so hard that her grip on the knife fell daintily on the ground. Jill grunted, her face so close to his; she could smell the faint scent of cologne engulfing her senses. She tried to kick at him, push at him but it was to no avail. He was so much stronger than her. If she was going to over power him, it would have to be with submission and some thinking. Right now, the senses were taking over; a gasp came out of her as the obvious hardening of his private member was pressed intimately against her groin. He was pushing it into her deliberately. Jill wanted to throw up, but she couldn’t, not for the life of her, not when his closeness was pure bliss; an aggressive but sensual display of sex and violence.
“Looks like I have the upperhand, Valentine. I guess you’ll have to submit everything to me. How’s about a deal?”
She gave him a look of disgust. “What? Nothing you can propose to me could be of any interest!” Ok, so she wanted to sound really convincing, but it was hard when her senses were filled of him; maybe this was something he wanted to do to her to get her guard down. She can see it now: Jill Valentine seduced in a creepy hallway by the sociopathic Albert Wesker. Now that would be just a fucking laugh. But she wasn’t laughing now….the feeling of his hand crept up to her body, sending more shivers of prickly goosebumps along her exposed skin. Suddenly, boldly, he went to the apex of her sex. Her eyes went wide with fright.
“I love it when a woman gives me that look.” He teased darkly, continuing his aggressive assault.
“Like what? Like she wants to spit on you?” She joked back with venom.
“Trying to be a spitfire, Valentine? It’s not your style, sweetheart. Here, allow me to show you how a man like me treats a woman like you.”
She gritted her teeth, tried to struggle but then her movements laxed; it was as if she wanted him to go through with this crazy seduction. The gloved fingers kneaded her groin, producing soft mewling noises from her; how could she not feel the experienced hand molest her sex? She should feel violated but didn’t. She should feel disgusted, and she did, but it was the feeling of being disgusted and nasty at the same time that Jill realized, she loved this. It was no secret that her love for her line of work included her love for killing, at least destroying those who were evil. But when evil decides to give you a helping hand in providing sexual entertainment; that was another matter altogether.
He lifted up her skirt and touched her moist pussy, delving his gloved hand beneath her silky panties. She gasped, tried to push him away, but he was so strong. He must have gotten his super strength from the virus injection he placed inside him years ago. Jill felt a wave of hot lust stabbing through her as he breathed against her cheek, kissed her with his mouth while his hands were all over her. His fingertips pinched her hardened nipple and she squirmed as his hand pulled the panties so hard that they ripped. She lifted her legs in order to kick him but instead they managed to find their way inching up over his strong lean thighs.
Without hesistation he pulled his buttons off to push his hard member against her heated sex. She gasped again, against his hot mouth, and her senses reeled with passion. It was passion she didn’t want. How could she want this? Jill didn’t want Wesker doing this to her, she tried to tell herself, but her treacherous body was making its own mind up.
With the strength he was given, Wesker pushed her legs up with both hands, releasing his hold on her soft feminine heat and his cock pushed easily inside her wet tight hole. He groaned aloud; a cry of guttural passion was coming out of him as he thrust deep then began going in and out like a piston. She whimpered with abandonment, so caught up in his rough lovemaking that she allowed him to pump fiercely in and out of her violently, her wet pussy walls clamping over his cock like a vise. He was so horny and she felt so damn good he wanted to spill his seed in her, but not yet….not yet….he wanted this to last a while longer.
After a few more thrusts, he pulled out. Jill cried out in utter disappointment, and didn’t realize that she was being hauled up over his arms so that he could take her somewhere else, away from this dirty hallway. He kicked in a door, which brought them to a small room with one mattress on the ground. It was a sparse area, with one window barely open and a chair and table on the corner. She tried to fight him as he had placed her on the mattress. She was wearing only her boots, her top pulled down allowing her full firm breasts to his lusty gaze.
Her light blue skirt was being pushed up; she was panty-less, still wet from her cum and dying for his cock to enter her again. There was still a bit of sanity in her head saying to stop this, use the skill she had from her days of training to fight him back but he had already pushed her on her hands and knees, kneading her ass and aggressively holding her hips. The feel of his hard cock against her opening was too much for her. She can sense the intense pleasure, apprehensive and anticipation splayed her emotions. Her breasts hung like melons as she was on all fours, the brown of her boots against the soft mattress. Her knees were pressed against the material and her hands splayed out, and as she waited for him for what seemed like an eternity, she gasped, “Wesker…please…”
“Please what? You want this, don’t you, Jill? You want me to fuck you hard.”
“You bastard…” She whispered but it sounded foreign to her ears as she moaned with a plead. “Please yes…fuck me.....hard.”
He eagerly obliged, slamming his hard cock inside her hot pussy, going in and out with speed. She was racked with intense pleasure, yelling out with half pain and half desire. She couldn’t even recognize herself, recognize her cries as they were going in sync with the slamming of his cock inside her.
“Fuck!” He gritted his teeth, “Fuck..fuck, you’re so damn tight, Valentine, who would have thought? I should have fucked you a long time ago.” And he continued to ram his cock inside, disappearing and appearing, his wet member slick with cum.
They had both groaned together, she with her ass against his groin, pushing back against him; he with his thick and lengthy penis buried deep within her pussy, all the heat of her boldly tightening with violent strength.
Wesker shot all of his hot load inside her, not being able to hold it any longer. He groaned so loud that he didn’t hear her rocking whimpers; her kissable lips pressed against the material of the mattress.
They were completely spent and exhausted; fully fucked and satisfied.
Pairing Warning: Wesker/Jill pairing
Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN, except for my writing here.
Written for someone special
Note: Some dislike this pairing but try and overlook it, or just don't read. :)~ It's just written for someone special. ;)
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Jill Valentine carefully treaded through the hallway, holding up her gun a ways from her body. She had her typical blue beret on her head; the clothes she picked out that morning made her look like she didn’t belong in this mansion. She took a deep breath, noting the way the dank and mould clung to the blackened walls. It appeared as if the building itself had been on fire, black soot plastering all over the windows, obscuring her vision. The sound of a crash alerted her senses, turning her body sideways with the gun. She gritted her teeth, blue eyes darting back and forth.
A man stepped in front of her way, and she nearly fired if not for the quick action he took by grabbing her pistol hand away from him. The gun shot out a firing noise, blasting at the ceiling. It wasn’t enough to create a hole, but it dented it. She would have kicked him with her boots but he pushed her against the wall. Her blue eyes wide at the sight before her. “Wesker!”
“A bit late for you to be trudging through the halls at this hour, Valentine.” He sneered, his face close to hers. She could smell the faint scent of cologne on him, and something else, like bleach and medicines combined. Her face screwed up. “
”Wesker!” Her voice was full of contempt: acidic-rich and filled with vile; it even shook right down to her toes underneath the leather boots she wore. He chuckled, a dark rich tone that sent her body to shiver some more. There was something so evil about Wesker, but at the same time, it was disgusting; it made her feel so naughty. That’s the thing about Wesker, it was the fact that he had no moral conscience AT ALL. He wasn’t like Chris Redfield, or Leon S. Kennedy, and she had to wonder about how this man grew up. He wasn’t some guy that suddenly was beaten up as a child, no, no, not him. This man was somehow more privileged like the illustrious Spencer, and the deceased and misinformed Marcus. Those men were able to acquire power and prestige through their genetic ascendent line, not only by wealth in material things, but wealth in brain power. Wesker lacked the higher focus that Birkin did, she was sure, and as much as she read the files on Wesker, and knew him from their past experience, he wasn’t a man who had been abused or anything lame like that.
She raised her knife that was hidden around her waist at him; there was no way she was taking a chance. Last time, he had Barry do his dirty deeds for him, but Jill wasn’t going to be a fool the 2nd time around.
He merely glanced at the offending weapon and smirked; the sound of a scoffing noise could he heard in that hallway; he wasn’t about to be beaten by some girl whose father was a mere theif. Wesker wanted to have a little fun with Jill Valentine, just to find out if the expression she wore on her face was true. He didn’t doubt that she despised him, but she was first and foremost a woman and a woman who understood that a man like him could provide the perfect sensual power to weedle his way to charm her. No, he wasn’t really into that; violence was more his forte, really, and was so sure it was hers as well.
With the quick agility he possessed, moving like a prowling and seductive panther, Wesker’s iron grip clasped around her small wrist, pushing the female’s hand against the wall and backing her slender back solid against him. He pushed her up, his body pressed against hers and her hand felt like painful hot fire when he smashed it so hard that her grip on the knife fell daintily on the ground. Jill grunted, her face so close to his; she could smell the faint scent of cologne engulfing her senses. She tried to kick at him, push at him but it was to no avail. He was so much stronger than her. If she was going to over power him, it would have to be with submission and some thinking. Right now, the senses were taking over; a gasp came out of her as the obvious hardening of his private member was pressed intimately against her groin. He was pushing it into her deliberately. Jill wanted to throw up, but she couldn’t, not for the life of her, not when his closeness was pure bliss; an aggressive but sensual display of sex and violence.
“Looks like I have the upperhand, Valentine. I guess you’ll have to submit everything to me. How’s about a deal?”
She gave him a look of disgust. “What? Nothing you can propose to me could be of any interest!” Ok, so she wanted to sound really convincing, but it was hard when her senses were filled of him; maybe this was something he wanted to do to her to get her guard down. She can see it now: Jill Valentine seduced in a creepy hallway by the sociopathic Albert Wesker. Now that would be just a fucking laugh. But she wasn’t laughing now….the feeling of his hand crept up to her body, sending more shivers of prickly goosebumps along her exposed skin. Suddenly, boldly, he went to the apex of her sex. Her eyes went wide with fright.
“I love it when a woman gives me that look.” He teased darkly, continuing his aggressive assault.
“Like what? Like she wants to spit on you?” She joked back with venom.
“Trying to be a spitfire, Valentine? It’s not your style, sweetheart. Here, allow me to show you how a man like me treats a woman like you.”
She gritted her teeth, tried to struggle but then her movements laxed; it was as if she wanted him to go through with this crazy seduction. The gloved fingers kneaded her groin, producing soft mewling noises from her; how could she not feel the experienced hand molest her sex? She should feel violated but didn’t. She should feel disgusted, and she did, but it was the feeling of being disgusted and nasty at the same time that Jill realized, she loved this. It was no secret that her love for her line of work included her love for killing, at least destroying those who were evil. But when evil decides to give you a helping hand in providing sexual entertainment; that was another matter altogether.
He lifted up her skirt and touched her moist pussy, delving his gloved hand beneath her silky panties. She gasped, tried to push him away, but he was so strong. He must have gotten his super strength from the virus injection he placed inside him years ago. Jill felt a wave of hot lust stabbing through her as he breathed against her cheek, kissed her with his mouth while his hands were all over her. His fingertips pinched her hardened nipple and she squirmed as his hand pulled the panties so hard that they ripped. She lifted her legs in order to kick him but instead they managed to find their way inching up over his strong lean thighs.
Without hesistation he pulled his buttons off to push his hard member against her heated sex. She gasped again, against his hot mouth, and her senses reeled with passion. It was passion she didn’t want. How could she want this? Jill didn’t want Wesker doing this to her, she tried to tell herself, but her treacherous body was making its own mind up.
With the strength he was given, Wesker pushed her legs up with both hands, releasing his hold on her soft feminine heat and his cock pushed easily inside her wet tight hole. He groaned aloud; a cry of guttural passion was coming out of him as he thrust deep then began going in and out like a piston. She whimpered with abandonment, so caught up in his rough lovemaking that she allowed him to pump fiercely in and out of her violently, her wet pussy walls clamping over his cock like a vise. He was so horny and she felt so damn good he wanted to spill his seed in her, but not yet….not yet….he wanted this to last a while longer.
After a few more thrusts, he pulled out. Jill cried out in utter disappointment, and didn’t realize that she was being hauled up over his arms so that he could take her somewhere else, away from this dirty hallway. He kicked in a door, which brought them to a small room with one mattress on the ground. It was a sparse area, with one window barely open and a chair and table on the corner. She tried to fight him as he had placed her on the mattress. She was wearing only her boots, her top pulled down allowing her full firm breasts to his lusty gaze.
Her light blue skirt was being pushed up; she was panty-less, still wet from her cum and dying for his cock to enter her again. There was still a bit of sanity in her head saying to stop this, use the skill she had from her days of training to fight him back but he had already pushed her on her hands and knees, kneading her ass and aggressively holding her hips. The feel of his hard cock against her opening was too much for her. She can sense the intense pleasure, apprehensive and anticipation splayed her emotions. Her breasts hung like melons as she was on all fours, the brown of her boots against the soft mattress. Her knees were pressed against the material and her hands splayed out, and as she waited for him for what seemed like an eternity, she gasped, “Wesker…please…”
“Please what? You want this, don’t you, Jill? You want me to fuck you hard.”
“You bastard…” She whispered but it sounded foreign to her ears as she moaned with a plead. “Please yes…fuck me.....hard.”
He eagerly obliged, slamming his hard cock inside her hot pussy, going in and out with speed. She was racked with intense pleasure, yelling out with half pain and half desire. She couldn’t even recognize herself, recognize her cries as they were going in sync with the slamming of his cock inside her.
“Fuck!” He gritted his teeth, “Fuck..fuck, you’re so damn tight, Valentine, who would have thought? I should have fucked you a long time ago.” And he continued to ram his cock inside, disappearing and appearing, his wet member slick with cum.
They had both groaned together, she with her ass against his groin, pushing back against him; he with his thick and lengthy penis buried deep within her pussy, all the heat of her boldly tightening with violent strength.
Wesker shot all of his hot load inside her, not being able to hold it any longer. He groaned so loud that he didn’t hear her rocking whimpers; her kissable lips pressed against the material of the mattress.
They were completely spent and exhausted; fully fucked and satisfied.