An Unwelcome(?) Surprise

These fucking boots...
Her footfalls echoed loudly as she walked down the abandoned hallway, poised on the balls of her feet and holding her nine-millimeter out before her. She hoped she would run into Leon soon; she was terrified.

At the tender age of eighteen, the only thing she should’ve been worried about was paying her tuition on time, but no. She had to come to this creepy town to find her brother, only to learn that the place was crawling with people who were supposed to be dead, and getting caught up in the Umbrella Corporation’s secret research screw-ups.

As she turned a corner, she gasped as she saw a dead policeman on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. A dead man with no head. She had to fight the urge to throw up. She moved cautiously toward it, planning to step around it and be on her way. Then she heard a curious tap-tap-tapping sound coming from just ahead of her.

The room was well-lit, and Claire couldn’t see anything that presented any danger. She started to move forward, but a drop of some thick, clear fluid dripped down in front of her from the ceiling.

She didn’t want to look up. She really didn’t. It was as if she were seeing through some other person’s eyes, or maybe it was a dream. As her gaze turned upward, she knew she must be dreaming; she was staring at something out of a nightmare.

It had once been human, she assumed, with a discernable torso, arms and a head, but that’s where the similarities ended. The top half of its head had no skull; not that it had been removed, but that it had never been there to begin with. The creature’s brain was visible, and it had no eyes or nose; the brain ended right where the monster’s jagged-toothed mouth began. It crawled along the ceiling on four wickedly clawed feet as easily as a normal person walked on the ground.

It saw her, though she couldn’t begin to understand how, and opened its mouth to aim a long, drawn out hiss at her. A thick, slimy tongue snaked out from that maw, on and on until it must have been at least as long as the rest of its body.

Several things seemed to happen at once. She raised her nine-millimeter to fire, but the creature dropped from the ceiling, rotating 180 degrees to land on its feet. She re-trained the gun as fast as she could, but the monster–a licker, she thought absently–was faster. It swiped a clawed hand at her, smacking the gun violently from her hand. She spun and made for the gun, but the thing reached out, seized her about the ankle, and yanked her to the floor.

She landed unceremoniously on her stomach, her large breasts squashed under her weight as her chin smacked against the cold concrete floor.

* * *

The licker took stock of its prey, the curves and swells, especially the firm, round backside hidden beneath red cut-off jean shorts and a black leotard. Its tongue snaked out as it hissed in anticipation.

* * *

Claire, shaking the bright dots from her vision, spotted her gun a few feet in front of her and frantically began crawling to reach it, but her attacker took hold of her once more. In a fit of terror, she rolled onto her back and lashed out desperately with her free leg, but her kick glanced off the monster’s shoulder. With a triumphant hiss, it brought its claws to bear.

To Claire’s shock and dismay, it didn’t slash at her throat or stab at her belly, but began to tear her clothing apart. First, her favorite vest, then her shorts. It seemed a bit confused once it reached her leotard, as if wondering whether or not it was her skin.

What was happening finally dawned on Claire, the realization hitting home like a hammer. Almost without knowing, her gaze slowly traveled downward, some small part of her not able to believe until she saw with her own eyes.

It’s not possible..! How could an unnatural thing like that have a--Jesus Christ!

To her ultimate surprise, the monster was indeed equipped, and well. A dark, slimy red, like the rest of its body, the monster’s cock was at least 10 inches long and as thick as her wrist.

I don’t think I can take all that... She blushed furiously at that thought.

Not waiting to find out whether it would use its claws again, she slowly brought her hands up to her shoulders, bringing her feet under her at the same time. The prospect of escape didn’t enter her mind; it didn’t want to kill her, but it probably would if it didn’t get what it wanted.

Being careful not to illustrate any hint of a threat or indication of fleeing, she stood slowly, hooking her thumbs under the shoulder-straps of her leotard. As she eased them off her shoulders, she recalled that she hadn’t put on a bra in her rush to get there. She looked down to see her nipples clearly defined beneath the black spandex, and even a bit of her areolae. She bit her bottom lip, reluctant to expose herself in such a way, but she proceeded anyhow, pulling the material down slowly. When the lip of the spandex came to just above her nipples, she hesitated, observing her attacker. It stared at her with that eyeless face, and if she didn’t know better, she would’ve said it was grinning.

Red suffusing her cheeks once again, she jerked the material down to her waist, revealing her ample breasts. They were full and round, not sagging one bit, and a nice creamy white, like the rest of her body. Her nipples were puffy and pink, sticking out like pencil erasers.

The licker advanced slowly, its tongue rising up to her bare chest. Claire had to resist the urge to turn and run. A bead of saliva dripped from the end of its tongue, landing on her right boot. She shivered, her skin breaking out in goose bumps. They were caused only in part by the cold.

She gasped despite herself when that tongue touched her right breast, below her nipple, slowly gliding left and right, caressing slowly, almost hesitantly. It circled the outside of her areola, leaving a glistening trail of spittle. A little sigh escaped her lips when the tip of its tongue poked lightly at her nipple.

You’re not supposed to enjoy this, dammit! She thought furiously. This is life and death, here!

The slimy appendage continued its examination, actually wrapping itself around her entire mammary! She was impressed by that, despite how perverted and disgusting it was.

Its tongue surrounding her tit, it squeezed, not gently, but not so hard that it hurt. In reality, she was fighting to keep herself from moaning aloud. Her breasts were very sensitive. Her eyes drifting closed, she bit her bottom lip, battling against the urge to rub her pussy to relieve the almost painful thrill in her groin.

When the licker released her supple breast, she almost groaned in disappointment. It suddenly wrapped its tongue around her wrist and yanked her to the floor, he knees knocking painfully against the hard concrete.

“Hey, take it easy!”

Her angry protest surprised her, since she hadn’t spoken in a long while. It echoed throughout the hall, almost mocking, but it was lost on the monster.

It hissed as it placed its front paws on her shoulders, pushing her down on all fours, and held that pose, as if waiting for--

Oh God, she thought frantically.

Upon seeing the monster’s hard-on bobbing up and down not three inches from her face, she thought to get away. But how? If she tried to run, she’d be dead before she reached her feet.

And it’s not like I’ve never handled a cock before...

As she ran through her options, the monster hunched itself forward. She grimaced as the fat, purple mushroom-head of its cock bumped against her lips.

Chris, when I find you, you’re dead... she thought angrily.

Tentatively, she reached out to grasp the licker’s monstrous erection. It pulsed and twitched in her hand, and it was so thick she couldn’t wrap her hand all the way around it. She pumped it slowly, settling into a steady rhythm. As her hand worked the monster’s cock, it hunched its hips at her, fucking her hand. It put pressure on her shoulders, Claire feeling those wicked claws ready to slice. She knew what it wanted.

Just like a human cock, she thought, trying to convince herself.

She inched forward and, opening her mouth wide, took the monster’s cock head past her lips. The taste on her tongue wasn’t unbearable, and she was quickly able to accommodate the licker’s member without difficulty. Her tongue circled the head, her mouth sucking lightly.

Suddenly, the monster pushed more of its cock into her hot mouth, forcing her jaws wider apart as the invading phallus scraped on her teeth. She grunted in irritation as she worked her tongue along its length, massaging the sensitive underside as she sucked. Warm pre-cum oozed into her mouth as it pulled out until just the head was in, then shoved forward again, fucking her mouth.

She gasped as she felt something poke around at the edge of her leotard, and she figured it wanted the garment all the way off. She took her mouth away from the monster’s cock just long enough to reach behind her and pull the thing down her thighs to her knees. All that she wore now were her boots and a pair of white lace panties that hugged her ass.

Despite her rational self, she was wet, a pleasurable heat nestled in her groin as the monster fucked her mouth. She created a vacuum around its cock each time it pulled out, and letting go when it pushed back in, essentially trying to milk the cum from its balls. The creature hissed as it invaded the girl’s mouth, its tongue snaking down and around to taste the skin of her tummy.

Her body was coated in a glistening sheen of sweat from her ordeal, and her jaw ached from the effort of keeping her mouth so widely open. Her breasts swayed back and forth, and her cheeks were pulled in by the suction she created. When she felt the licker’s tongue run along her abdomen, she moaned around the engorged member in her mouth. She quivered as the slimy appendage traveled lower, brushing against the waistband of her panties.

God, this is so wrong... she thought.

If there was any conviction in that protest, it vanished a moment later when her rapist’s tongue slipped past the top of her flimsy underwear, slithering downward to the hairless mound of her cunny. It rubbed up and down along her moist slit, Claire’s face flushing and her breathing becoming erratic. Her ass humped at the probing extremity, back arching involuntarily.

The tongue stopped suddenly, and the licker’s thrusting into her mouth slowed a little as its claws dug painfully into her shoulders. Claire figured out what was happening the instant the cock in her mouth swelled anew, just before the first huge shot of cum hit the back of her throat.

She swallowed frantically as the licker emptied its balls into her mouth, the rancid taste almost making her gag. Spurt after spurt of the stuff went down her throat, but as fast as she could get it down, her molester just kept on gushing.
How much cum can this thing hold? She thought as she tried desperately to keep up with the monster.

She swallowed too fast in her frenzied state, and she choked. She pulled her head back, the licker sliding out of her mouth. The last few jets of its cum splashed onto her heart-shaped face as she coughed up the semen, trying to clear her windpipe.

As her coughing fit subsided, she noticed that the licker was no longer leaning on her, but was crouched comfortably in front of her. She settled back into a kneeling position, stretching her aching muscles before scooping the monster’s cum from her face. She rubbed the stuff into her tits with a little smile. She liked the feel of cum, if not the taste so much.

She looked up to see the licker’s tongue waving slowly in front of it, which brought her back to the task at hand. Bringing her legs out from under her and resting on her butt, she quickly pulled her leotard the rest of the way off, and did away with her panties as well. Leaning back, she rested on her forearms and spread her legs, baring her shaven cunt to the monster.

* * *

The licker padded over to its exposed prey, its tongue snaking out towards the glistening mound before it. In its hunts earlier in the day, it hadn’t encountered a creature so willing, especially one with so thrilling a pheromone signature.

* * *

As the monster’s tongue slithered towards her pussy, the tip touching her leaking slit, her body quivered with pleasure and anticipation. She shuddered as the licker probed at her, running the flat of its mammoth tongue up her slit, reminiscent of how a dog licks its master’s face. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, which was coming in increasingly shallow gasps. When the monster was done with its lapping, it pushed the tip of its tongue past her distended labia and into the soft, wet sheath of her cunny.

She threw her head back and moaned as the probing appendage entered her, twisting and pushing its way deeper into her love tunnel. She lay back and pulled her lengthy brunette hair out of its ponytail so she could get more comfortable. Her hips moved in small circles as she hunched against the invading extremity. She played with her breasts as she moaned and writhed on the floor, at the mercy of her monstrous lover.

Once it had gone deep enough to press painfully against her cervix and realized it could go no further, the monster retracted its wonderful tongue, Claire groaning in disappointment. She quickly rolled over, getting up on hands and knees and putting her ass up in the air, hoping it would get the message. Looking downward past her naked body so she could see behind her, she saw the licker crawling towards her and, she noted with a smile, that its cock was still hard.

There she was, down on all fours, close to begging the monster to fuck her, when she should’ve been running and screaming for help at the top of her lungs. Why was she doing this? Of course she’d had sexual experiences before (and had thoroughly enjoyed them), be she had never been this reckless, this... wanton.

She had no more time to think. She bowed her head as the licker reared up, took hold of her waist with its wickedly taloned hands, lined itself up and, with a triumphant hissing rumble, buried its monstrous cock to the hilt in her cunt with one thrust.

Her eyes shut tight, she cried out at the penetration, the force of the licker’s initial lunge enough to push her forward an inch, her hands squeaking on the smooth concrete. She had no time to catch her breath; the licker pounded into her mercilessly, her tits jiggling almost painfully as she moaned and screamed her ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck! God, fuck me! Harder! Agh!”

She pushed her ass back against the monster’s thrusts as hard as she could, her cunt muscles clenching and unclenching around its ramming cock. Each time the licker’s member pounded into her to the root, stretching her abused hole, the flesh of her ass slapped painfully against her lover’s muscular thighs, being spanked and fucked all at once. There wasn’t a single coherent thought in her mind, lost in the agony and ecstasy the licker thrust into her sucking cunt.

The monster brought a clawed hand to her neck and jerked her up to her knees, never breaking its fierce pistoning. She reached around and placed a hand at the back of its head as her violation was continued, the sensation so great and her pussy so full she felt as if she would be split in two. Her breathing came in short, ragged pants when she managed to take in breath at all, her breasts heaving about as the two rocked up and down violently. Sweat poured down her tight body, and the wetness of her cunt leaking around the pounding invader and down her creamy-smooth thighs.

Its tongue snaked out from its gaping, jagged-toothed mouth and into Claire’s, smothering her cries of passion with its girth. She sucked it eagerly, her own tongue meeting it with feverish licks and caresses. Her body shuddered each time the monster’s cock thrust fully into her, and their fucking could be heard as various slurping, squishing and slapping sounds, though barely audible under the volume of Claire’s lustful exclamations.

The licker’s tongue retracted from her gasping mouth, its claws digging into her flesh, almost slicing into her as its cock grew suddenly inside her abused cunt, hammering into her with new vigor.

Claire could take no more. Pure, unbridled ecstasy coursing through her sweaty, heaving body like a bolt of lightning, she screamed her lust as her cunt muscles tightened around the invading erection like a hot, wet vice, rippling along its length as if to coax the fiend’s seed into its new home.

Practically sucked out by her grasping cunt, the first jet of cum splashed against her cervix, the monster’s pace never slowing as it emptied itself into Claire’s defenseless womb.

It seemed to shoot for hours, milked as it was by the girl’s clenching sex, and some even flowed out and down Claire’s already soaked and quivering thighs. She didn’t notice, and wouldn’t care if she had. Every nerve in her body was alive with heat and untamed lust, oblivious to everything else. She didn’t notice when the monster’s pace slowed, and eventually stopped as the last few globs of thick cum leaked out into her thoroughly fucked cunt, didn’t notice when it pulled out, more white slime oozing out, not even when she was lowered to the floor.

* * *

The licker observed its conquest for a short time, her sweat-covered body with legs and arms splayed, her sides heaving as she gasped for breath. It watched as its fuck began to form a milky-white puddle on the floor as it oozed out of her abused crack. Finally, it climbed up and along the wall, exiting out of a nearby window to seek more prey.

* * *

She must have fallen asleep for a time. She opened her eyes to find herself alone in the hallway, but more importantly, she was alive. She rolled over onto her back, then winced at the stinging pain in her no-doubt bruised butt cheeks. She definitely would not be able to sit comfortably for a while.

Standing, Claire examined herself. All in all, she was no worse for the wear. There was a soreness between her legs due to the pounding she had taken, but it wasn’t at all unbearable.

Horny little devil, she thought with a wry grin.

In good spirits, she wiped the juices from her legs with her ruined vest before sliding her panties back on. Judging from the cloudy pool on the floor, the thing had emptied enough cum inside her for three men, at least. She shook her head and she shimmied back into her leotard, her full breasts displayed prominently beneath the material.

Smiling one last time at the milky puddle of fuck-juices on the floor, she snatched up her nine-millimeter and headed down the hall.