That evening, just before Wesker sat down for his next studying session, he suddenly remembered Selene's command to leave his window unlocked. So he went to the window and unlatched it. But before he turned back to his desk, his gaze traveled along the myriad of warm colours adorning the landscape.
For mid-October, the colours were quite impressive. But then it would be winter, cold and bitter. He should set aside a day strictly to enjoy the autumn season before it got too cold.
Returning to his books, he set himself to his task of completing his latest assignments for his classes from the day.
It wasn't until 12:30am that Selene texted him to announce that she was arriving. Wesker read the simple message 'I'm on my way. Window better be unlocked.' and only then did he recall that his bedroom was on the second floor...
How was Selene going to get inside? Getting out was easy, there was a covered walkway just below the window, a safe five or so foot drop, the problem was getting on top of it in the first place. It was easily twenty feet high near his window. The safest place to drop to the ground required some bold ivy climbing at least thirty feet away from his window.
Before he could think about it any more, he felt a breeze behind him and spun around to find Selene already in arms reach, smiling in amusement.
"Good boy. Bonus points on that very quick reaction time." Selene slowly sat down on his lap, gently kissing him with a please hum. "How's the homework, my little nerd?"
"Dreadfully boring, as always, my Mistress." Wesker spoke quietly, already relaxed from his flood of mental straining and memorizing. "How was your day? You seemed to have left in a hurry."
"Urgent matters to attend to this morning. As for the rest of my day... I don't know how, but I seemed to injure my wrist and can't quite place the source. Might've been my bracelet getting caught on something." Selene held up her left wrist, which clearly had red abrasion marks all over it. Of course, she wore a loosely hanging studded leather bracelet on that arm, so her theory might be true.
"Does it hurt?" Wesker's gaze fell upon the minor injury, but Selene smiled again.
"No, I'm fine. No need to worry about this. We have more important things to do... and discuss."
"Yes, Mistress?" Wesker actually didn't like the sound of her voice when she said the word 'discuss'. It sounded like she wasn't pleased by something.
"Who is this... Alice?" Selene gripped Wesker's marked hand by the wrist and examined the writing.
"A student from school. She has a request for you." Wesker explained. "She's writing a fantasy story, and asked to create a character based on you. I am simply the message between you and her, Mistress."
"Hmmm..." Selene lowered his hand, tapping her cheek with her index finger while her other hand supported her raised elbow. "Interesting. Summarize this story of hers."
Wesker explained the limited information that Alice had given him, and it seemed to greatly amuse Selene that the main character, the succubus, shared her name.
"Interesting indeed. So, tell me... What did you say to describe me to her that gave her the idea to include my personality in her fiction?"
Wesker repeated the exact words he used in the coffee shop, and Selene wordlessly swooped forward, holding both sides of his head as she kissed him very lovingly.
"More bonus points. Keep it up, and you'll reach the first reward tier." She seemed very pleased by his honest description of her.
"I don't understand, Mistress. Could you elaborate?" Wesker didn't understand what these points were being added up for.
"Well..." Selene stood up from straddling his lap. "Good behaviour gets you points. Bad behaviour, or disobeying my orders removes points. I never reveal how many in either case. If you earn enough points, you reach a tier. There are several tiers, and each time, the amount of required points gets larger. You started with zero, obviously. And the first reward tier is at 30 points." She explained her system while thoughtfully pacing back and forth before him.
"Are there specific rules for this system?" Wesker asked, trying to fully understand the concept.
"Behave." Selene replied sassily. "Not really, no. I have full control, obviously, and the only real rule is that you never know the exact number of points you receive when I give them... or take them." Selene stopped pacing, suddenly very serious. "You wouldn't want that, now would you?" She asked, sounding very sinister.
"No, Mistress." Wesker replied right away, lowering his gaze respectfully.
"Good. Now, if you play your cards right tonight, you just might reach that magic thirty points I mentioned." Selene nodded, clearly pleased as she turned and strode right over to his flawlessly arranged bed. "In which case, you will receive certain privileges... and a special one-time bonus." She sat on the edge of the bed, in that same sassy manner with her arms slightly behind her, leaning back and crossing her legs at the knee.
"May I ask about that?" Wesker hadn't moved from his seat, letting her wander as she pleased. He didn't receive any orders yet, so he made absolutely sure that his current points - whatever they were - remained strictly on a profitable rise.
"Not yet. Get thirty points, then you can." Selene slowly shook her head to the side, once in both directions before raising an eyebrow at him. "By the way... I tasted pumpkin on your lips. Why is that?"
"New specialty coffee at my preferred cafe." Wesker replied immediately, and Selene smirked, raising both eyebrows this time.
"I quite like it. Kiss me, I want to taste some more." She beckoned for him to approach with one finger.
Of course, he was on his feet in an instant. But he waited for her to pat the bed space at her side before sitting at her side, gently leaning towards her, letting her lean the rest of the way to enjoy her tasty treat.
"Mmmmm... Do I taste a bit of spice?" Selene raised an eyebrow, regarding her lover expectantly.
"Pumpkin spice latte." Wesker replied with a nod. "The cafe is called Homebrew."
"That sounds familiar... Might have passed by it at some point. It's near the University, I assume?" Selene sounded thoughtful for a moment as she seductively licked her lips. Wesker nodded. "I just might have a look, and give that delicious latte a try. How much is it?"
"Four dollars." Wesker replied. "Their prices are much better than Starbucks or other high end cafes."
"All the more reason to go." Selene smirked before leaning forward to whisper into his ear. "Now... Where's that impressive cock of yours? Is it hiding from little old me?"
"More like it's unable to escape the restraints." Wesker replied, moving his arm aside to reveal the massive tent in the front of his pants.
Selene chuckled in an oddly seductive and sinister way before saying. "Unleash the beast."
Wesker smiled for a moment before pulling the zipper of his pants down and withdrawing his raging erection. Without so much as an announcement of intent, Selene locked the base of the shaft in her iron grip, a triumphant glint in her eyes before getting in the first loving lick.
Elsewhere in Raccoon City, a young woman stood staring off into the distance through the window of her large office, her long stare unbroken for several minutes now.
She had heard rumours of an incident earlier that day, one that she felt quite displeased to hear. Albert Wesker, the heir to the Umbrella Corporation, her literal rival and the love of her life, had betrayed her.
"Albert, my love... What have you done? Why have you done this to yourself?" She spoke to herself, breaking the silence. "What do you see in that weak, timid little girl, when you can have a strong, powerful, and beautiful woman such as myself?"
As she spoke, she seductively ran her hands up her body, starting at her hips, along her toned stomach, between her D-cup cleavage, only to cross over her upper chest, covering herself with each hand gripping the sides of her own neck.
"Miss Gionne, your mother wishes to speak to you." The voice of one of her domestic servants spoke up from behind her at the door, so she turned her head, glancing over her shoulder to reply.
"Immediately?" Excella's voice hinted disdain for being interrupted.
"Yes, Miss. She's in the tea room." The servant replied, bowing her head immediately, as she was trained to do from day one.
Selene moaned around Wesker's shaft, she had stripped them both and was now straddling his face as he pleasured her. His tongue was distracting her from her own task of sucking him off, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything except the unquenched fire between her legs.
"Mmmm..." She hummed approvingly as Wesker's very skilled tongue teased her clitoris nicely. "Good boy, I like that." She withdrew his length from her mouth to compliment his deed. "You got points for that, just so you know."
Wesker chuckled quietly, but said nothing as Selene gave a sharp inhale, unmuffled by his length in her mouth. She quickly realized the mistake and returned to her oral minstrations.
