Jill clung tightly to David, her legs wrapped around his waist, one foot hooked over the other for balance. Her head rested on his shoulder, avoiding his smug grin. * I must look so shameless right now * she thought. His hard penis thrust in and out of her wet vagina, each movement pulling out slick fluids. The tip felt like it was being sucked by a tight, elastic mouth. The tingling pleasure surged to her brain with every thrust.
The idea of violating the heroine of Resident Evil looped in David's mind, fueling his relentless energy. He pounded into Jill like an untiring beast. She was exhausted, hanging onto him like a koala, her nose letting out soft moans. The pleasure from her vagina was overwhelming, undeniable, and unlike anything she'd felt before.
Suddenly, the phone rang, an old-fashioned landline breaking the moment. David smirked, carrying Jill toward it. "Answer it, my sweet wife," he teased.
Jill glared at him weakly. She felt no affection for David. Even now, with his penis inside her, she refused to admit any fondness. This was humiliating, a violation. Her hand trembled as she picked up the receiver. "Hello?" she said, her voice faint.
"Jill, it's Chris. You okay?" Chris asked. He'd just left the hospital, recovered from minor injuries, and wanted to ask Jill out for dinner to bond. He liked her but hadn't taken the leap toward anything serious.
David, still thrusting, overheard Chris's voice. Excitement surged through him, making his penis even harder. * This is too perfect * he thought. In Resident Evil, Jill and Chris were the iconic couple. Now, he was breaking them apart, fucking Jill while she spoke to her would-be lover. The thrill of betraying Chris made him wild.
Jill felt David's penis swell, stretching her vagina to its limit. His thrusts quickened, and she covered her mouth to muffle the sound of their bodies slapping together. "Jill, you alright?" Chris asked, sensing something off but unable to pinpoint it. He'd never guess the woman he cared for was being fucked by a younger man.
"Nn… I'm fine," Jill stammered. "Drank too much last night, still dizzy. Anything else?" She shook her head at David, begging him to ease up. Being caught would be mortifying. But David ignored her, thrusting harder, the pleasure from her tight vagina driving him wild. Her walls clenched from the tension, making him feel even better.
"I was hoping we could grab dinner sometime," Chris said, mustering courage. "Are you free?"
Jill wanted to agree, but David's frantic thrusting made her squirm. The situation, twisted as it was, excited her. "Oh… no, maybe another time," she gasped, her voice heavy as she fought the pleasure building inside.
Chris frowned at her odd breathing. "Alright, next time then. Rest up." He hung up.
The moment the call ended, Jill meant to scold David, but a wave of pleasure hit her. Her body tensed, legs straightening, toes curling tightly. Her vagina clamped down on David's penis, locking it in place as she climaxed. For a long moment, she was lost in bliss, her vagina pulsing rhythmically, massaging his penis. David groaned, savoring the sensation.
"Jill, you're gorgeous," he said softly. "I'm sorry, you're just too perfect. I'm close. Can we switch positions?"
Still dazed from her orgasm, Jill didn't resist. She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, their tongues entwining like lovers. David carried her to the bathroom, where a mirror reflected their naked bodies locked together. Jill's feet, red from his bites, dangled. Her large breasts bore kiss marks and teeth imprints. Sweat glistened on her pale skin, making her look irresistible.
David set her down, pulling out his penis, slick with her fluids. He turned her to face the mirror, bending her over the sink. Gripping his penis, he aimed it at her swollen vaginal lips and thrust in hard. Jill moaned as he entered, her red, puffy lips parting for him. In the mirror, she saw her flushed face, radiating a mature allure. David stood behind her, hands gripping her hips, thrusting with wild excitement. The red marks on her skin told the story of their frantic passion.
The pleasure in her vagina grew unbearable, chipping away at her resolve. * This feels too good * she thought, starting to crave it. "Jill, you're perfect," David panted. "I'd do anything for you." His hands moved to her bouncing breasts, squeezing them roughly as he thrust faster, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room.
Jill gasped, her breaths ragged. "Hurry up, I can't take much more," she pleaded. The distinct sound of a woman being fucked escaped her lips, not the exaggerated cries of a porn star but the raw expression of overwhelming pleasure. As a strong woman, Jill was breaking. Two hours of relentless sex had drained her. She'd woken up furious, violated by David, and now, after another round, she was exhausted and starving.
David nodded, still groping her breasts. "I'm close, Jill. You're incredible. Being with you is an honor." His penis pulled back, leaving just the tip inside her vagina, then slammed in fully, his twenty-centimeter length hitting her cervix. He repeated the motion, his balls slapping her skin with a lewd rhythm. His hands kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples hard, while he kissed her cheek.
In the mirror, Jill's aroused expression, mouth open, eyes hazy, stoked David's ego. The sight pushed him closer to the edge. Pleasure surged through his penis, spreading to his entire body. Adrenaline kept him going, tireless. "It's coming," he growled. "I'm gonna fill you up, Jill. Take it all." His hips moved like a machine, unstoppable, his sensitive tip ready to burst.
Jill bit her lip, hands gripping David's as they squeezed her breasts. Seeing their reflection, a flicker of shame crossed her mind, followed by raw desire. * How many times have I cum today? * she wondered, unable to keep track. She didn't hate David anymore, not the man who'd taken her virginity. "Do it," she whispered, ashamed to permit him to cum inside her. The disgrace sent her over the edge, her vagina convulsing as another orgasm hit.
Her climax triggered David's. Her vagina's tight spasms milked his penis, and a hot rush of her fluids enveloped him. He thrust as deep as he could, his tip pressing against her cervix. His balls tightened, and he erupted, shooting thick streams of semen into her. Her pulsing vagina prolonged his pleasure, drawing out more. Their bodies seemed to sync, a strange energy flowing between them, enhancing their strength.
For five minutes, they stayed locked together, savoring the connection. Jill's eyes fluttered open, still hazy. She felt his semen starting to leak out. Panic crept in. "David, pull out," she urged, wiggling her hips. "You came too much."
"If you get pregnant, I'll take responsibility," David said, holding her close, hoping to win her over.
Jill shook her head firmly. "No. This was a one-time thing. Don't come near me again, or you'll regret it."
"Alright, but we're still friends, right? Call me if you need anything." David pulled out, his penis coated in their mixed fluids. He felt triumphant.
Jill covered her vagina with one hand and limped to the bathroom. She shut the door, turned on the shower, and watched his thick semen drip from her fingers. * I gave in to the man who raped me * she thought, tears welling up. * How could I be so shameless? *
David dressed, grabbed his keys, and left. When Jill emerged, clean but shaken, she felt relief at his absence and a pang of loss. He'd taken her virginity, and his departure felt cold, despite her pushing him away. * Women are so contradictory * she thought, torn between disgust and longing.
Her stomach growled. Exhausted and famished, she started toward the kitchen when the door opened. David walked in with bags of food, locking the door behind him. "Showered already? I got food. You must be hungry. There's soup too, good for recovery."
Jill's emotions churned. This man had violated her, yet here he was, caring for her. She didn't know how to face him. "Leave. I don't want to see you," she said coldly.
"I'm sorry, Jill. I'll make it right," David said, grinning inwardly. * I fucked her, and it was perfect * he thought.
Jill sighed. "Just go before I shoot you."
David kissed her cheek, set down the keys, and left. "Rest well," he called.
"Get out!" Jill snapped, her face icy. But as the door closed, a faint smile curved her lips, her heart a tangle of conflict.
David lit a cigarette in his car and checked his stats. "David: Human. Strength: 50, Agility: 50, Intelligence: 70. Skill: Harmony Technique. Points: 2000. Harmony Technique: Level 10, adds 50 strength, 50 agility, 50 intelligence, base attack 75, physical damage reduction 0, elemental resistance 0, movement speed 110. Speed boost 10%. Max level 20. Each level adds 5 strength, 5 agility, 5 intelligence, 5 base attack, 1% speed."
* No wonder I felt faster * he thought. His first time with Jill, both virgins, had skyrocketed his Harmony Technique. Two hours of intense sex left him buzzing with energy. * This skill is unreal * he thought, thrilled.
At a gym, he tested his strength, punching a sandbag until it split. * This is just the start * he thought, staring at his reflection. A grand plan formed: conquer every woman, build an empire. Raccoon City faced destruction in two years. He needed to expand his influence now.
* Ada Wong, Rebecca Chambers, Excella Gionne, Claire Redfield, so many women to claim * he thought, his ambition burning. To succeed, he needed power. He drove to City Hall to meet Mayor Warren, a bold scheme in mind.
Warren's lavish office screamed wealth, unsurprising in capitalist America. The bearded, heavyset mayor eyed David sharply. He'd secured Umbrella's investment in Raccoon City, a cunning politician with big ambitions. "You've got two minutes," Warren snapped, sipping wine. "Waste my time, and you're fired tomorrow."
David sat, unfazed. "Umbrella's thriving, but their board's fracturing. You know they're into pharmaceuticals. If their secrets leak, even they can't survive. Don't you want a backup plan?"
Warren's hand twitched near a hidden gun under his desk. "What're you getting at?"
"We make our own fortune," David said. "I want wealth. You want money and power. I've got connections, you've got influence. Together, we win." He slid a photo across the desk. "Your mistress with another man. She's hiding evidence of your Umbrella ties."
"Who are you?" Warren slammed the table, furious but rattled.
"Like you, I work for Umbrella. Their suburban lab you've heard whispers. To them, a mayor's nothing. Raccoon City's just a pawn. If it falls, you know what happens." David's tone was casual, his eyes mocking.
Warren scoffed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Three years ago, Arklay Mountains hospital," David pressed. "Umbrella ran a test, sealed it off, then abandoned it. They turned patients into cannibals with their drugs. I'm here to partner, not threaten."
Warren's hand shook as he poured another drink and offered one to David. "What's your plan?"
"Smuggling Is the fastest money," David said. "I'll source cheap cars, you clear them through customs. That's just the start." He listed low-cost goods, blocked by red tape, with huge profit margins. "A car costs five grand, sells for fifty. That's the game."
"Not enough," Warren sneered.
"I'll take down Raccoon City's gangs," David countered. "They're outsiders, no Umbrella ties. Give me a week, I'll own them. Parking fees, saunas, arcades, protection rackets, a billion a month. We expand to other cities. I've got contacts for weapons manufacturing. Arms deals are big money."
Warren leaned forward, intrigued. "You know what I want."
"More power," David said, grinning darkly. "My empire grows, so does your cut. I'll build a loyal crew, deliver votes. Mayor's just your start. Governor, senator, secretary of state, vice president or even president's within reach."
Warren's eyes gleamed. Their goals aligned, no conflict. * This is the deal * David thought. They'd build an empire, starting with Raccoon City.