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Easy Trigger
Easy Trigger
Author: Rave Echidna
Fandom: Resident Evil
Paring: Christopher Redfield/ Claire Redfield
Warnings: PWP (Porn with hints of Plot), incest, graphic het, hurt/comfort, hints of Wesker/Chris & Claire/Steve
December: 1998
A heavy moon hung, full and blushing with voyeuristic curiosity as it peeked out from its woolen blanket of fluffy clouds. Breathy gasps, and needy mewing sounds muffled by the fear of possible discovery broke the hushed disbelief of the harsh winter night. The ravenous calls were too primal to be anything higher than lust given a voice.
It was wrong, and unforgivable in the judgmental eyes of society, but it would never be more right for them. All traces of morality had been bleached away by undeniable desire. Clothing was pulled off toned bodies and thrown into dejected heaps that littered the floor of the safe house’s master bedroom. The sliver light of the peeping moon stroked bodies that were wrapped in patches of gauze. The lovers were dappled with bruises that had just started to yellow and fade. Hungered kisses slathered over skin flushed with lust leaving burning trails.
Her fingers hooked and latched onto his broad shoulders. Blunted nails dug shallow crescents. Coral pink lips swollen slightly in wordless plea parted begging for a drowning kiss.
A sharp hiss came from her partner with the sudden bite of nails on tender skin. His midnight ocean eyes traced over a face he’d never been able to say no to, and he knew that deep in the core of him he’d never be able to deny her. He bent slightly to capture her thirsting lips with his. Lightly callused fingers brushed over her high cheekbones feeling the warmth that came from the delicate dusting of rose. Their lips met, his experienced tongue slid from between his oddly soft lips to trace over her slightly glossed ones.
Summer sky eyes widened with the new sensation but she yielded, her own lips parted along with the enameled gate allowing the questing tongue entrance. Slick muscle twined, and rolled over one another in and almost frantic dance. Her fingers loped down his carved chest as he tenderly cupped her full breasts.
She was the one to break the kiss. Her lips still parted as she panted. Her bight eyes burned with a wild light. “You don’t—don’t be so—Damn it Chris! I’m not made of glass.” The faint dusty rose darkened, as she struggled to find the right words, or any words for that matter, “I want it rough.”
A spike of lust shot down his spine, warming an already heated rod. His mouth dried as he nodded. Rough wasn’t a simple kink. Rough was a bleeding desire for something real. If marks were left behind, even if they faded, it was proof that the storm had been weathered. Fingers shifted, kneaded the perky mounds, rolling them and pinching the dusky buds of her nipples. Her small moans drove him to continue. Herding steps pressed her against the wall, his hands pressed on continuing the loving torment.
Her head tipped and eyes half lidded trailed over the cracks in the ceiling. Crafty fingers drummed and drilled a new and far more dainty set of marks over sharp pelvic points, as if to reclaim Chris. She could feel his skin crawl and the tight rope muscles tense. For a moment she feared he was going to stop, pull away and leave them both adrift in a sea of lust and bitter sweet nightmares.
Chris growled lowly in warning, his left hand moved quickly snatching her seemingly frail wrists, and with ease he pinned them to the wall. His eyes darkened becoming a brooding sea as the fingers of his right hand fell perfectly into place around the choker of bruises around her neck. He had a matching collar of his own. Careful pressure was added enough to make drawing a full breath a difficult but not impossible task.
Her fingers writhed, her back arched and ever so slightly her coltish legs parted as her nether lips grew moist.
A heady rush of power erupted inside of him. The sight of her graceful and wanton as held her life in his hands was almost unbearable. He shifted so he could whisper directly into her ear. “Is this what you want?”
The words were a contorted but damning echo of the past. *Is this what you desire dearest Christopher?*
“Stop f-fucking with me!” Claire forced out as she continued to grind her wrists. Her legs parted like a blossom spread its petals to soak up the sun.
Chris released her. Her wrists were an angered red, if she didn’t have bruises he’d be amazed. He knee slid and rested between her thighs, her desire glazed his leg as she shifted to ride the iron beam.
Lips crashed together their hunger blazed as tongues whorled and battled for supremacy.
She twisted and bucked only the tips of her toes dug into the shag carpet. Her heart pounded battering it’s self against the ivory cage of ribs. Her arms wrapped around Christopher, short nails scrapped over his back leaving faint pink trails.
Teeth raked over her no longer glossed lower lip drawing out small crimson beads of blood. Effortlessly he shifted her controlling her movements, he lowered his leg, the traces of her desire glistened in the moon’s light. “Bed, now.”
The two words coupled together in a jarring command. They were enough to make her slinking steps falter and fear blaze though her. The fear was nothing like the heart rending terror that had gripped her in the stone prison or dead city. No, the fear that filled her now was the thrill that came with boldly going way over the speed limit on her bike. The adrenaline rush that came with it burst inside of her sharpening every sensation. She could feel each wrinkle in the bedding that held her brother’s strong masculine scent. *Nothing like Steve…*
Dark eyes took in each movement and his hunger roared. She spread herself out before him her legs parted exposing her shaved lust that dripped with anticipation. He stalked across the room and nested his face between her thighs to lap at her nectar kissed bud.
Claire’s breath rushed from her, her fingers knotted tightly into the drab comforter as her ankles hooked around her brother holding him in place. Her eyes rolled as a skilled tongue bathed and worshiped her.
*My, aren’t you gifted Christopher? Had I known of your oral skills I would have put them to better use.*
With every hitching breath she took came a stabbing throb of need. Chris growled savagely pulling away to lick his lips and nip at the tender flesh of her thigh grinding hard enough to leave a lingering mark.
She almost screamed her ankles unhooked, her legs parting once more as hips arched in an almost whorish display. “Fuck me,” Her voice called out lowly tinted with the decadent rasp of need.
*You’re sure aboot this? I mean I don’t want too if you don’t.*
Steven had been so unsure, close to virginally shy as he filled her. His tenderness during penetration didn’t match his rough foreplay. Her collar bones still displayed an impressive set of bite marks. It was almost like he’d had no idea how to handle a woman.
Christopher was nothing like Steven, he didn’t question her desire nor did he make her scramble to take control. He didn’t flow into her; he crashed against her like breaking ocean waves. A single smooth stroke had him sheathed to the base of his member. His lips were on hers drinking down her animalistic cry.
Underneath him she curled her clawed fingers planted on his back and dug in deeply. Tongues battled as he fought the urge to drill her into the worn mattress. All around him warm butter soft oiled doe skin squeezed and held him in a maddening grip.
He was splitting her, filling her with candied sparks. She growled into the kiss her teeth sank into his lip, heated copper filled her mouth. “Don’t make me wait,” she husked.
A small smile twisted Christopher’s lips his eyes glowed with an unsaid ‘brat’. As always he found he could not deny her needs.
Crashing tide and shifting beach, they moved together in a rhythm far older than humanity, a rhythm no siblings were supposed to share. Small moans and low growls peppered the piston like pounding dance. Underneath them the mattress protested.
Words were lost to her as her hips rolled and rocked each one of her brother’s thrusts was met with hunger that bordered on insanity. The sparks in her blood were stoked with each masterful push. Her lips pressed firmly against side of his neck clamping down when the first shiver of the oncoming storm of climax rippled through her.
“Nippy little kitten,” Chris whispered his, warm breath washed over the tender shell of her ear.
The new sensation made her mew as the building storm front surged inside of her roaring as she was thrown closer to the edge. With total abandon she moved against him. Together they twisted and writhed fumbling and throwing themselves over the edge. The storm washed over them its sharp crack of lightning blurred away the world, leaving them spent and totally contented in its wake.
Author: Rave Echidna
Fandom: Resident Evil
Paring: Christopher Redfield/ Claire Redfield
Warnings: PWP (Porn with hints of Plot), incest, graphic het, hurt/comfort, hints of Wesker/Chris & Claire/Steve
December: 1998
A heavy moon hung, full and blushing with voyeuristic curiosity as it peeked out from its woolen blanket of fluffy clouds. Breathy gasps, and needy mewing sounds muffled by the fear of possible discovery broke the hushed disbelief of the harsh winter night. The ravenous calls were too primal to be anything higher than lust given a voice.
It was wrong, and unforgivable in the judgmental eyes of society, but it would never be more right for them. All traces of morality had been bleached away by undeniable desire. Clothing was pulled off toned bodies and thrown into dejected heaps that littered the floor of the safe house’s master bedroom. The sliver light of the peeping moon stroked bodies that were wrapped in patches of gauze. The lovers were dappled with bruises that had just started to yellow and fade. Hungered kisses slathered over skin flushed with lust leaving burning trails.
Her fingers hooked and latched onto his broad shoulders. Blunted nails dug shallow crescents. Coral pink lips swollen slightly in wordless plea parted begging for a drowning kiss.
A sharp hiss came from her partner with the sudden bite of nails on tender skin. His midnight ocean eyes traced over a face he’d never been able to say no to, and he knew that deep in the core of him he’d never be able to deny her. He bent slightly to capture her thirsting lips with his. Lightly callused fingers brushed over her high cheekbones feeling the warmth that came from the delicate dusting of rose. Their lips met, his experienced tongue slid from between his oddly soft lips to trace over her slightly glossed ones.
Summer sky eyes widened with the new sensation but she yielded, her own lips parted along with the enameled gate allowing the questing tongue entrance. Slick muscle twined, and rolled over one another in and almost frantic dance. Her fingers loped down his carved chest as he tenderly cupped her full breasts.
She was the one to break the kiss. Her lips still parted as she panted. Her bight eyes burned with a wild light. “You don’t—don’t be so—Damn it Chris! I’m not made of glass.” The faint dusty rose darkened, as she struggled to find the right words, or any words for that matter, “I want it rough.”
A spike of lust shot down his spine, warming an already heated rod. His mouth dried as he nodded. Rough wasn’t a simple kink. Rough was a bleeding desire for something real. If marks were left behind, even if they faded, it was proof that the storm had been weathered. Fingers shifted, kneaded the perky mounds, rolling them and pinching the dusky buds of her nipples. Her small moans drove him to continue. Herding steps pressed her against the wall, his hands pressed on continuing the loving torment.
Her head tipped and eyes half lidded trailed over the cracks in the ceiling. Crafty fingers drummed and drilled a new and far more dainty set of marks over sharp pelvic points, as if to reclaim Chris. She could feel his skin crawl and the tight rope muscles tense. For a moment she feared he was going to stop, pull away and leave them both adrift in a sea of lust and bitter sweet nightmares.
Chris growled lowly in warning, his left hand moved quickly snatching her seemingly frail wrists, and with ease he pinned them to the wall. His eyes darkened becoming a brooding sea as the fingers of his right hand fell perfectly into place around the choker of bruises around her neck. He had a matching collar of his own. Careful pressure was added enough to make drawing a full breath a difficult but not impossible task.
Her fingers writhed, her back arched and ever so slightly her coltish legs parted as her nether lips grew moist.
A heady rush of power erupted inside of him. The sight of her graceful and wanton as held her life in his hands was almost unbearable. He shifted so he could whisper directly into her ear. “Is this what you want?”
The words were a contorted but damning echo of the past. *Is this what you desire dearest Christopher?*
“Stop f-fucking with me!” Claire forced out as she continued to grind her wrists. Her legs parted like a blossom spread its petals to soak up the sun.
Chris released her. Her wrists were an angered red, if she didn’t have bruises he’d be amazed. He knee slid and rested between her thighs, her desire glazed his leg as she shifted to ride the iron beam.
Lips crashed together their hunger blazed as tongues whorled and battled for supremacy.
She twisted and bucked only the tips of her toes dug into the shag carpet. Her heart pounded battering it’s self against the ivory cage of ribs. Her arms wrapped around Christopher, short nails scrapped over his back leaving faint pink trails.
Teeth raked over her no longer glossed lower lip drawing out small crimson beads of blood. Effortlessly he shifted her controlling her movements, he lowered his leg, the traces of her desire glistened in the moon’s light. “Bed, now.”
The two words coupled together in a jarring command. They were enough to make her slinking steps falter and fear blaze though her. The fear was nothing like the heart rending terror that had gripped her in the stone prison or dead city. No, the fear that filled her now was the thrill that came with boldly going way over the speed limit on her bike. The adrenaline rush that came with it burst inside of her sharpening every sensation. She could feel each wrinkle in the bedding that held her brother’s strong masculine scent. *Nothing like Steve…*
Dark eyes took in each movement and his hunger roared. She spread herself out before him her legs parted exposing her shaved lust that dripped with anticipation. He stalked across the room and nested his face between her thighs to lap at her nectar kissed bud.
Claire’s breath rushed from her, her fingers knotted tightly into the drab comforter as her ankles hooked around her brother holding him in place. Her eyes rolled as a skilled tongue bathed and worshiped her.
*My, aren’t you gifted Christopher? Had I known of your oral skills I would have put them to better use.*
With every hitching breath she took came a stabbing throb of need. Chris growled savagely pulling away to lick his lips and nip at the tender flesh of her thigh grinding hard enough to leave a lingering mark.
She almost screamed her ankles unhooked, her legs parting once more as hips arched in an almost whorish display. “Fuck me,” Her voice called out lowly tinted with the decadent rasp of need.
*You’re sure aboot this? I mean I don’t want too if you don’t.*
Steven had been so unsure, close to virginally shy as he filled her. His tenderness during penetration didn’t match his rough foreplay. Her collar bones still displayed an impressive set of bite marks. It was almost like he’d had no idea how to handle a woman.
Christopher was nothing like Steven, he didn’t question her desire nor did he make her scramble to take control. He didn’t flow into her; he crashed against her like breaking ocean waves. A single smooth stroke had him sheathed to the base of his member. His lips were on hers drinking down her animalistic cry.
Underneath him she curled her clawed fingers planted on his back and dug in deeply. Tongues battled as he fought the urge to drill her into the worn mattress. All around him warm butter soft oiled doe skin squeezed and held him in a maddening grip.
He was splitting her, filling her with candied sparks. She growled into the kiss her teeth sank into his lip, heated copper filled her mouth. “Don’t make me wait,” she husked.
A small smile twisted Christopher’s lips his eyes glowed with an unsaid ‘brat’. As always he found he could not deny her needs.
Crashing tide and shifting beach, they moved together in a rhythm far older than humanity, a rhythm no siblings were supposed to share. Small moans and low growls peppered the piston like pounding dance. Underneath them the mattress protested.
Words were lost to her as her hips rolled and rocked each one of her brother’s thrusts was met with hunger that bordered on insanity. The sparks in her blood were stoked with each masterful push. Her lips pressed firmly against side of his neck clamping down when the first shiver of the oncoming storm of climax rippled through her.
“Nippy little kitten,” Chris whispered his, warm breath washed over the tender shell of her ear.
The new sensation made her mew as the building storm front surged inside of her roaring as she was thrown closer to the edge. With total abandon she moved against him. Together they twisted and writhed fumbling and throwing themselves over the edge. The storm washed over them its sharp crack of lightning blurred away the world, leaving them spent and totally contented in its wake.