PLEASE NOTE THIS IS M RATED FOR SEX - IF YOU'RE NOT INTERESTED DON'T READ

Let me be honest here – I don't own anything except the story concept, and I'm broke so suing me won't help and it won't stop me playing in wicked ways with the characters

Chris's story - part 1

Chris Redfield looked at her, lying there hot, sick and vulnerable. She was his to protect, to care for. His deep blue eyes could not help but notice the erect nipples on the rounded breasts, and, as he watched them rise and fall, he knew he would not be able to resist any longer.

Quietly he stood up, unzipping his trousers to make room for the growing mass inside. He switched the lock on the door. Once he was sure that the door was locked and they would not be disturbed he moved back to the sleeping girl.

After watching her breath for what seemed like an age he made his move. He slowly removed his clothes. Naked he eased the sweat soaked shirt from her body and leaned down to suckle on the furthest nipple. It was stiff and solid between his lips; he took it deeper into his mouth and sucked hard. She gave a soft moan and moved slightly. He stopped and looked at her face her eyes were still shut and her breathing was a little faster … maybe … no … maybe not.

He lowered his face down again and his wet mouth engulfed the closest deep rose pink nipple. Sucking deeply at the soft mound he felt the tension leave his body. He seemed to be attached to her breast for hours, vaguely aware of the soft moans, movements and shudders. He raised his head away and gazed at the beautiful young woman before he moved down to her loose tracksuit pants. Carefully he eased his arm under her waist and lifted her surprisingly light body. Releasing the elastic from her skin he rolled the pale grey material down her hips and thighs. For several seconds he stood shocked at the fact she wasn't wearing any knickers and then at the small neat bush of pubic hair. Pulling himself back together he eased the tracksuit pants off her body and lowered her down again.

She was the image he had imagined when he masturbated in his bunk at night. Pale cream skin, hair lying over her shoulders, and, most importantly, absolutely naked and available for what ever he wanted to do … and he wanted to do so much. He'd watched her in the shower and fantasised about those mouth watering breasts in his mouth. He'd watched her masturbate and wanted to be the object of her fantasy; watched her thin fingers invade her body and had to fight the urge to run in and ram himself into her; and he'd watched her play with her breasts, massage lavender oil into them and pull and play with the nipples for hours.

Chris had a thing for breasts; he loved sucking them, nipping them, and playing with them and her breasts were his perfect fantasy. He moved back to his suckling position and took as much of her left breast into his mouth as he could. She moaned softly. Yes, she had a thing for breasts too. Freud would have said it was something to do with him not being breast fed enough as children, or was it too much, but then again Freud had enough of his own problems with sex.

Chris could feel his heart thumping in his chest; each breath seemed to be deeper than the last. It might have been the arousal, it could be the realisation of his fantasy, maybe even the fear that she would wake and try to fight him off, possibly even the knowledge that if Captain Wesker caught him it would be the .end of him in STARS and he love this job.

He moved his right hand down her soft fleshed abdomen and between her thighs. She was hot to the touch, but that was the fever. He'd wanted to make her hot and sticky, but it couldn't be helped now.

He was sure he could taste milk from those globes, sweet tasting and warm, he could have lapped it up all day and all night, but that had to be his imagination, just his desire. He slowly explored the place between those young thighs and worked the tip of his middle finger between those lips gently exploring As his fingers slipped between her fleshy lips he realised that she was wet, as juicy has he had imagined, as he'd hoped.

Chris knew what she liked, he'd watched her often enough, and his fingers searched for her clit. He'd seen her rubbing her self raw trying to bring herself off while sticking one of her little fingers inside her cunt hole. He felt the magical bud and rubbed it softly. It was like turning a key in a lock. Her legs parted and he raised his head to see, before returning to suck the breasts.

His thick fingers, rubbed a little harder and faster and Chris was gratified to realise that she was rotating her hips slightly, pressing herself against his fingers. Easing his fingers down and allowing his thumb to take over the valuable place at the clit.

Chris pushed his finger tip into the vagina and heard a moan. He pushed his finger a little further in and was rewarded with a slight gasp. He looked up into the soft eyes, as a contented smile flickered on the pale lips.

Hot hands reached up shakily pushing his head back down to the breasts. He licked round both nipples, sucking each one more time before moving to the end of the bunk. Climbing onto bed his penis rearing up in front of him. He was about to fuck her. Her eyes had fallen onto the erect and rock hard penis. It had a life of its own, demanding what it wanted, and it wanted it now. It needed to be inside her warm body.

Chris needed to hear her gasp, to hear her grunt, to see the look on her face as he forced his way inside her.

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Who is she? You decide.

Is it Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers or his own sister Claire Redfield? Vote now – results will be posted on Saturday (23rd August 2010) alone with the next intimate chapter Resident Evil – Those Special Intimate Moments