Three Chainsaws Purring Together

A/N: My friend and I were discussing RE4 pairings, and she semi-challenged me to write a Dr. Salvador/Bella Sisters pairing. At first I thought it was going to be hard, because I can’t really pin down their psychology. Then I realized it would be easy, because there isn’t much psychology to pin down. Kind of pulled the background out of my ass to give myself something to work with, but this is a one-shot made purely for the sake of chainsaw wielding zombie smut. I also made up the names, for the sake of clarity. Lola means sorrows and refers to the one who wears blue in the game. I went with Theresa, but Terese means reaper, and refers to the one in the brown skirt.

The beautiful sisters. That’s what it meant. And they were, still, under the layers of clothing the women wore. Beautiful, that is. During the time between when they’d begun to truly blossom and the time when the religion took its firmest hold, they were the prettiest pair of girls the village could offer. Dark, wavy hair and sharp, bright eyes combined with the sweetest temperament one could find to make them an object of desire among many of the eligible bachelors. It was a shame, what the parasites did to those faces, to those hearts, but they were still among the favored, and there were those in the village that still had an eye on them.

Savior hadn’t been born in that village. A couple winters ago, when a horrible disease had stricken the village, the stranger had wandered into town. He hadn’t spoken the language, but when he’d managed to curb the spread of the disease, the villagers had given him the name Dr. Salvador, Dr. Savior, and it had stuck. When excavations had begun on the plaga fossils, Lord Saddler had put the doctor at the head of the team. He’d also been among the first to have the egg implanted in his body.

Even when he was merely a wanderer in a strange land, Dr. Salvador had been very attracted to the Bella sisters. And the two young women were quite taken by the man that had ousted the terrible illness. Even with the parasites firmly rooted in their systems, wisps of these memories still stirred in their subconsciouses, and it affected them.

So it happened on this rainy night, with his chainsaw drenched in the blood of the intrusive American, that Salvador trudged into a large wooden house and up the stairs. His boots left muddy tracks across the floor and his weapon made a loud clunking sound when he deposited it in one corner of the room. With the American dead, he likely wouldn’t need it anymore.

The sisters were already home, curled up side by side on the dirty gray bed. He kicked off his boots and crossed the room to crawl into the space between them. They both stirred at his arrival, shifting over to give him room and then closing back over him. They’d shed most of the layers they usually wore, both of them now in soft cotton nightgowns. As he curled his arms around their waists to pull them closer, he could easily feel their soft, naked curves through the thin fabric. Lola was a bit smaller, slender with modest breasts, but her relative fragility in comparison to him was what was so attractive. Theresa was very different, with curving hips and a voluptuous rack. She was a little meatier around the belly and thighs than her sister, but Salvador was hardly a model body himself.

They both went for his shirt, ripping it open rather than bothering with the tedious buttons. He let them do it, closing his eyes as they rubbed his hairy chest, raking their nails over his flesh. The swells of their chests rubbed against his sides, and the texture of their partially bandaged faces were rough on his chest as they nuzzled him. Their hands pawed and caressed, moving lower to deal with his belt and his fly. They both only used one hand, but the hands moved in sync with each other, as though they both belonged to one person. As the layers of clothing became less obstructing, the questing hands slid even lower still, Lola squeezing and massaging Salvador’s balls as her sister began to work his shaft.

The man made a noise of approval. His hands slid up their sides, each one finding a breast to manipulate. The sisters made an airy, sighing noise and sat up to untie the backs of their night gowns. The fabric fell down their arms, revealing gray but well shaped flesh. Slipping off the sleeves entirely, they leaned across him and kissed each other, slow and deep. Theresa’s hands traveled up between Lola’s shoulder blades, and one continued up to rest at the base of her skull. Lola herself pulled the other woman closer, rubbing her hardening nipples against Theresa’s ample bosom. Eventually, though, the smaller girl’s mouth trailed kisses down Theresa’s jaw, followed her collar bone, and managed to find a nipple to suckle and tongue.

Salvador just watched the show playing out on top of him, stroking himself absent mindedly. There wasn’t any emotion, or really much thought, in these acts now. They were merely perverted reenactments of half remembered pasts. With their nightclothes hanging around their hips and falling lower, the sisters took hold of his pants and dragged them down. When they stepped off the bed to remove them completely, the cloth that had been draped so precariously around them to begin with fluttered to the floor.

They slithered back up his legs and reached hungrily for his erect member. A tongue ran up each side of his shaft at the same time, and both swirled around the head together. Theresa, however, opened her mouth to engulf his engorged member while Lola tilted her head and tried to take both of his discolored, meaty orbs into her mouth. When she couldn’t get his entire sack in at once, she returned to fondling them with one hand while Theresa’s head bobbed up and down his shaft.

Theresa was straddling Salvador’s torso, her legs open so that he could see her sex. He ran one finger up and down the more sensitive inner folds, encouraged by the sounds she made around his cock. The noises and the vibrations they created grew in intensity as two of his fingers pressed deeper to find her clit. They rubbed it hard while his calloused thumb pushed into her warm, wet cavern. At one point during this fingering, Theresa’s mouth drew off of him completely so that she could pant and moan more freely, but Lola had soon taken over. As he felt his climax approaching, though, he withdrew his fingers and slid backwards out from under Theresa. There was a brief tug when Lola didn’t let him go right away, but he nudged her off with one foot.

Salvador slid off the bed, but the two women stayed in their positions, waiting to see what he was going to do. He went around to the foot of the bed, behind Lola who was still on her knees, and grabbed her hips to lift them. Theresa scooted backwards as Lola crawled forwards to make room for him on the mattress. The larger woman leaned back against the wall at the head of the bed with her thighs parted, and fingered herself idly as she watched the other two.

Lola let out a soft cry as Salvador positioned himself on his knees behind her. Hardened flesh poked between her curtains, drawing back and forth over her clit a couple times before diving into her. The cry that summoned was louder than the first, and her body rocked with this thrusts. Underneath this symphony of lust were the sounds of his pelvis and his round belly slapping against her rear and lower back.

Salvador’s respiration increased and he groaned with each new wave of pleasure that twisted through him. Theresa watched them with wide, red eyes, digging her own fingers harder into her labia. Seeing this, Salvador grunted and pushed Lola’s head down hard. The command wasn’t too hard to understand, and she hooked her arms around her sister’s thighs to pull her closer before burying her face in the glistening snatch. Theresa howled like a wild cat, her hips twitching and grinding against the mouth that sucked the small bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. This pleased the large man at the foot of the bed, and he showed his approval by driving Lola harder still.

This went on for some time, the animal wails rising above the wind and sailing over the roof of the old wooden house. Lola’s may have been muffled between her sister’s thighs, but they were no less ecstatic. It finally ended when Theresa poured her juices into the smaller girl’s mouth and Salvador pumped streams of his seed into her quivering pussy. As a version of afterglow settled in, the three clumsily disentangled themselves. Without bothering with their scattered clothing, they flopped back on the mattress to stare at the ceiling and listen to the thunder receding into the distance.