Author's Note: The third part of this chapter will contain an explicit depiction of a sexual intercourse.
While the flight itself towards the safehouse was uneventful, its conclusion was marked by a peculiar discovery.
As everyone else disembarked the aircraft that was now perched on top of the safehouse's roof's tiny helipad, Dion remained inside, to inspect the vehicle's after-flight condition.
The Dimitrescu women - eager for warmth after the chilly aircraft's interior - quickly went down the stairs leading inside the large house to settle in; Bela's parting, very seductive glance, casually thrown Ethan's way, made the man eagerly anticipate his next one-on-one encounter with the blonde sibling.
The rest of the Hound Wolves followed the noblewomen inside, in a hurry to activate various pieces of equipment the safehouse was stocked with. The team's professionalism was quite inspiring and reassuring to Ethan.
Chris, Ethan and Rosie decided to stick around for a couple of minutes, to simply marvel at the majestic sight that was now open to them.
The B.S.A.A. safehouse was a rather large villa, situated on the outskirts of Nice - on a small hill that allowed the occupants to behold the whole coastal city in all its breath-taking morning glory. The gentle sun was just rising over the horizon, giving the trio a grand vista.
As Chris lit up a cigarette - with a small apology to Rosie, the two Winters simply held one another close and enjoyed the exquisite view.
The tranquility was ruined by a high-pitched feminine shriek coming from the aircraft.
Like a well-oiled war-machine, Chris had his heavily-customized sidearm out and primed, in a blink of an eye.
Several moments later, two people had emerged from the grounded aircraft. The flushed figure of Dion Wilson was unmistakable, yet the second person was an unknown one to Ethan, though familiar - a petite, young, black-haired woman with dull green eyes and freckled face. Was the woman the one who screeched? It seemed plausible, yet Dion's red face implied otherwise...
Ethan's gaze took her whole shape in - from her dirtied and oil-stained steward's uniform, to her sheepish expression. Even though the father could not recall exactly who this eerily familiar person was, clearly she came from the yacht. All-in-all, she was rather pretty, and Ethan would've not hesitated to offer her a compliment, were he not a married person/utterly enamored by a certain Dimitrescu daughter. Dismissing the peculiar thought, the blonde man focused his brown-gray eyes on Chris Redfield, instead.
"What is the meaning of this?" The captain was not pleased by this sudden discovery. Dion was quick to explain, however.
"Seems like she managed to sneak aboard the hovercraft during the chaos - taking refuge inside the storage compartment before we even boarded it ourselves. Explain yourself, Miss…?"
Cutely fumbling with her feet, the short woman gave them all puppy eyes, before doing as told - in a heavily accented English, betraying her Russian descent.
"Anya... Anna Smirnova… please forgive me! I never meant to be a stowaway, but I was working on the upper deck when the explosions started and I got so scared… I knew that I would be the safest aboard your vessel… so I hid in it… I am sorry for not revealing myself sooner… I was afraid you'd throw me out!"
Ethan was suddenly aware of Eveline's presence, right next to him. The ghostly girl's own light green eyes were burning holes in the freckled woman - Evie was staring at her unerringly, unblinking - Ethan never saw her look that way at anyone before.
Chris himself was glaring at Anna with thinly-veiled suspicion, which was only exacerbated as the small woman suddenly adopted an expression of extreme pain - clutching her head with one hand, as she snarled viciously.
At that display, Ethan could finally recall who exactly this person was - that stewardess who dropped a tray during their last evening's meal. Was she suffering from a condition of some kind?
Recovering from her seizure and seeing the mistrust on their faces, the freckled girl made a cute curtsy, before explaining herself in a sheepish tone.
"Forgive me… I've been suffering from epilepsy since I was a little girl… and the fits got much harder to endure after my…" Anna clearly struggled to pronounce the name, with tears starting to glisten in her green eyes. "My… Andrei has passed away…"
Seeing Anna's apparent distress, Dion glared at his captain harshly, before taking the smaller woman in a short but tender embrace, cooing at her gently, meanwhile. Ethan himself felt bad about being suspicious of the pitiable woman.
"It's alright, Anna. Forgive Captain Redfield, he is a bit suspicious by nature - but he means well! I do apologize for the cold shoulder we've given you; it's perfectly understandable that you would seek shelter in our aircraft. Let's go find you some clean clothes, shall we?"
The girl glanced at the redheaded soldier with appreciation, before giving him a charming smile and a nod. At the display of affection, the young soldier blushed slightly and broke eye contact.
"Thank you so much, sir… I don't deserve such consideration...I was just a servant aboard the ship."
The man shook his head. "Name's Dion. And don't speak such nonsense. Everyone deserves being treated with simple human kindness."
Hearing that, Chris' own hard visage softened considerably, as if shamed. The captain proceeded to give a nod, welcoming the small woman inside their safehouse. "Alright, Anna. You can stay with us, until we reconvene with the Duke." Anna responded with an overly polite curtsy, clearly intimidated by the large man.
"Thank you, sir… I'll do my best to not get in your way… I know you're doing important work here… if there is anything I can to help…"
"Just rest for now, Miss Smirnova."
Giving another polite curtsy, the Duke's servant retreated into the villa's interior, with Dion hovering over her like a mother hen. Eveline's eyes followed her even after her whole frame vanished down the stairs.
With just the three (four?) of them left on the rooftop, Chris returned to his passive gazing, lighting up another cigarette in the process. Ethan couldn't help but inquire about the reason for his ghostly daughter's unwavering gaze.
"Something wrong, Evie?"
It's like she was in a trance, as her eyes apparently still tracked their newest acquaintance, even though she was long gone. It took her a moment to respond.
"I...am not sure… but something feels off about her. Strange. I...ugh… nevermind! I must be just tired, or something...need to sleep more...silly daddy, having a boat he was under blown up in the middle of the night! Hmph!"
Just like that, scoffing and folding her arms, the ghostly girl faded from sight. Hearing the start of the unseen exchange, Chris glanced at him with curiosity, but refrained from commenting, as Ethan's face betrayed the man's own confusion.
"Evie doesn't like Anna… But she is so pretty…" Rosie meekly mumbled, even as her own tiny brows furrowed in conflicted emotions.
Chris simply shrugged his shoulders, as he returned to his smoke. He wasn't about to go and interrogate a terrified and distressed woman who had just lost everything, based on some ghost's uncertain hunches.
"Go get comfortable, Ethan. The contact won't be arriving until midday; this villa is all ours for now."
"Are we really safe here, though?" A silly question, as Ethan trusted Chris explicitly by this point, yet a vocal confirmation from the captain himself was still something he wouldn't mind hearing.
"Should be. I still have a couple of trusted contacts high among the B.S.A.A. - people I know well. Even though much of the leadership is rotten, most of the grunts and middle-managers still believe in fighting the good fight, you know."
Reassured, the father nodded as he clutched Rosie's tiny hand. "Alright, let's go settle in, honey." The girl puffed her cheeks cutely, before voicing her latest unfulfilled desire.
"I wanna play with Daniela…"
The father just chuckled and ruffled the girl's blonde locks, before taking the stairway down the villa's interior.
Inside the vast, sparsely but tastefully decorated living room the two Winters' beheld quite a commotion.
The Dimitrescu girls were rummaging through their backpacks, making sure their meager possessions were all accounted for. Their matriarch was simply gazing out the window - which offered almost the same majestic view as the rooftop did.
On one sofa, Rolando and Emily were fidgeting with a mechanical device of some kind, the rest of Hound Wolves being already occupied elsewhere, apparently.
With no adrenaline after their flight from the yacht left in his systems, Ethan himself was quite tired, and therefore simply plopped on one of the sofas, closing his exhausted eyelids for just a moment. The man felt his body melting into the soft texture of the furniture.
A tugging on the sleeve of his shirt, followed by a pleading voice made the father smile, without opening his eyes. "Can I go play with Dani, daddy?"
"Sure thing, honey."
"Yay!"
Stomping of small feet on the carpet was followed by a delighted giggle from the redheaded Dimitrescu, as Rosie, presumably, hugged her leg.
"Heeey, Rosie! I see that my good friend Richard the Wyrm is in good hands with you!"
"Yes, Dani! Thank you so much for letting me play with him!"
The girlish giggling and easy banter that followed made Ethan's relax further into the soft sofa. He just knew that Daniela would never hurt his precious daughter. A gentle hand, playing with his dirty blonde hair made the tired man let out a small moan of pleasure.
"Tired, sleepyhead?"
Bela's melodic voice almost made the father want to open his eyes once again, simply to witness her ethereal visage. Instead, he just hummed in confirmation, before offering a comment of his own.
"Mhm… our 'discussion' about programming languages was quite tiring, truth to be told… I'd love to continue it, though."
"Oh, we will. Wouldn't trade it for the world. But I think we should all take this opportunity and rest for a bit, wouldn't you agree?"
"Mhm…"
Bela's delicate fingers continued their gentle ministration of his hair, massaging the scalp tenderly, evoking another pleased humm from the man.
After the restless night, the comfort of this relaxed moment proved too much and before too long, Ethan was fast asleep.
With a hearty yawn, Ethan opened his eyelids, that no longer felt quite as heavy as before. Invigorated, the man glanced around himself. The soft morning sun was changed by a softer yet late afternoon one… he must've slacked off for quite a bit.
Rolando was sitting on a chair, next to a small table with a monitor and some equipment on it. The lieutenant had a large headset and was apparently completely engrossed in his work.
Whatever Rolando was up to, however, was of little concern to Ethan, as his attention was wholly upon the sofa opposite to him, or more precisely - its occupants.
The three Dimitrescu siblings, in naught but white bathrobes as they worked on each other's nails, while half-heartedly watching some soap opera that was quietly playing on a nearby TV set. The girls were talking in slightly muffled tones - Ethan had to struggle to make out the words.
"And then what happened?" Daniela had a curious glint in her wide eyes, as she asked the question.
"Apparently, he punched a boulder that was several times his size - turning it into a makeshift bridge." Cassandra spoke, matter-of-factly.
Bela's eyes lit up. "Punched? Impossible!"
Cassandra was unperturbed. "Emily says there is a video of the incident, though you need a certain 'clearance level' to view it, whatever that means."
Daniela's mouth went into a cute "O" shape as gears worked in her feverish mind. "We need to pester Chris himself about it, then! I must see that with my own two eyes!"
Cassandra just scoffed. "I have nothing further to discuss with that filthy man-thing. That loathsome neanderthal is incapable of appreciating true beauty. Feel free to pester him on your own, sister." A sense of longing in both her tone and her eyes claimed otherwise. Finally, the three siblings became aware of Ethan, gaping at their impromptu beautification session dumbly.
Bela, seeing his slack-jawed expression, glared at him with mock hurt. Puffing on her freshly-painted blood-red nails, the blonde woman launched into a surprisingly passionate tirade.
"What, just because we are international fugitives, unjustly persecuted for the fact of our births, as well as the crimes we did not commit; yet apparently forgiven for the atrocities we did commit - we are not allowed to look pretty? That is so petty of you, Ethan!"
"What a tactless excuse of a man." Cassandra happily played along, not even glancing his way, as her black nails consumed her attention wholly.
"And here I thought we were kindred souls, Ethan! And then you go and wound me so greatly with your cruel, judging gaze." Daniela added her own dramatic bit, while showing off her multicolored digits in a playful grasping motion.
"No judging from me, girls! But where did you even get all that nail polish?" Ethan couldn't suppress genuine curiosity in his voice. Bela was quick to provide a response - all the while gazing at the father with a coquettish grin that made his heart beat just a tad faster.
"For some reason - Rolando here believes it to be a clerical error - the safehouse was well-stocked in lacquer. Would be a crime not to use that little fact to our advantage, I say!"
The sight of her after-shower body, still glistering with whatever beauty product she used, combined with her flirtatious gestures, was almost enough to make Ethan leap at her right there and then. Fighting through his lust-fueled haze, the man simply nodded, before heading for the kitchen. His stomach felt almost as starved as his raging libido.
An even more bewildering sight greeted him in the large kitchen area. The fearsome B.S.A.A. Captain Chris Redfield was crawling around the floor on all fours, peeking underneath the slipcovered chairs as he did so.
"Lost a penny, Chris?
"A rose." Chris responded without missing a beat, making Ethan's blood chill in his veins - just for a moment - as he realized that they were merely playing a game and his beloved daughter was not actually lost.
"She is damn good at this, too. Eveline could be helping her…" Checking underneath another chair, the man sighed before standing up. "You win, Rosemary. Come out, your dad is up."
From a tiny cabinet that could barely contain even her small frame emerged none other than Rose herself, giggling in innocent joy. The precious child quickly rushed to embrace her father, the man chuckling with parental affection as he lifted her up.
Meanwhile, Eveline appeared seated on a chair nearby, glancing at the two Winters longingly. "I wasn't helping… that's not how it works, by the way."
Letting go of Rosie, Ethan proceeded to rummage in the well-stocked kitchen, settling on some easy-to-prepare noodles, as Rose and Eveline engaged in a small talk of their own. Chris could only rise a brow at the no doubt weird sight, as he offered some information of interest.
"The contact should be arriving soon. Hopefully we can finally put The Connections and their benefactors six feet under - where they belong."
"One can hope…" Ethan was truly tired of all the mortal struggles, already. A life of peace is what he truly longed for. A world where his beautiful daughter may grow up carefree and happy. A world, where he might have a chance with a certain blonde vampiric bug-lady...
Eating his meal in silence, the man couldn't help but picture his future. Just the three of them… enjoying a quiet day on a warm beach; observing the serene waves as they built a sandcastle together.
The musings took a dark turn as he considered the ultimate fate of his passenger, however. What would happen to Eveline? Would she remain an intangible ghost forever? That was not an envious fate, by any means, yet could he do anything about changing that?
The harsh ponderings would have to wait, as several car engines were heard approaching the somewhat isolated villa. At the noise, Chris did not hesitate to stand up from his own seat, his hand itching for his sidearm, as the man was not taking any chances.
Motioning for Rosie to remain behind, Ethan followed Chris out, several Hound Wolves also joining them on the way. At a motion from her captain, Emily went to the kitchen, instead, as the innocent child's safety was paramount.
Outside the villa, a trio of black sedans with tinted glass were making their way across the twisted road that led to the property. With the cars stopping just outside the entrance, the passengers were quick to get out, letting Ethan get a good look at them.
The ten men could be described in many different, colorful words, yet the one that was at the forefront of Ethan's mind was badass. With lean, muscled frames; professional, composed bearings; a mix of casual clothing and tactical, urban-combat, load-out; heavily-customized, no doubt deadly firearms - the men exuded a sense of confidence and invulnerability. An insignia depicting a black fighting knife inside of an outline of a red arrowhead decorated each soldier's left shoulder.
Ethan could immediately tell that these were no ordinary bodyguards or mercenaries. Whoever they escorted must be very important, indeed. He didn't have to guess on that for too long, however, as the middle car's passenger doors opened and out came two relatively normal-looking people - a man and a woman. Ethan was almost disappointed at not seeing some kind of wizened sage, here to wave a magic wand and make all their problems disappear.
The man was dressed in casual attire - simple dark blue jeans and a black short-sleeved shirt, showcasing his own lean but muscular build. He was of an average height, with somewhat lengthy brown hair that partially obscured his brown eyes. Even though he was middle-aged, the man's face still exuded an enviable amount of youthful energy. That was a ladies' man if Ethan ever saw one. An easy smile decorating his attractive visage was a stark contrast to his female companion's uneasy frown.
The middle-aged, undeniably beautiful woman was noticeably shorter than her male colleague and held her brown hair in a ponytail, though the lighter-colored roots betrayed her as a natural blonde. Unlike him, she was dressed the same way the escorts were - in casual clothing mixed with tactical gear. If her slender frame was weighed down by two sub-machine guns that were attached to her tactical belt, as well as numerous spare magazines, her firm posture did a splendid job at hiding it.
The moment the brunette woman got out of the car, Chris' narrowed deep blue eyes did not leave her frame - yet conspicuously avoided her own soft blue orbs. The woman, in turn, returned the peculiar contactless glance.
Finally, the apparent leader of the well-armed group stepped forward, offering a hand, as he spoke, in an easygoing tone.
"Hey, Chris. Long time no see."
Taking his eyes off the silent woman for a moment, the captain shook the offered hand with genuine joy, as if the man was an old comrade-in-arms.
"Leon. Good to see you moving up in the world! An assistant National Security Advisor, with his own Delta Force escort...impressive."
Chris did sound impressed and Leon let out a light snicker, before responding in a somewhat cocky tone.
"Heh. After that whole Simmons debacle, the ol' office got really shook up. After they purged everyone even remotely related to that scumbag, someone had to fill in the blanks. A high-up from the new administration offered me this gig and as fun as the whole run n' gun thing is, I do feel like I can actually make a difference here."
Chris only nodded, a measure of newfound respect glinting in his eyes for the slightly shorter man. Before long, however, the captain's gaze returned back to its previous object of attention.
Stomping towards the brunette, Chris exploded into a surprisingly angry tirade, shocking everyone present, even as the woman never met his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here, Jill!? I told you I'll handle it. You should've remained back and just rested in the States after what they have done to you…"
Jill's small hands clenched into furious fists as she tried to hold herself back from lashing at him. It didn't work out.
"Just rested, Chris!? Do you honestly believe I can find any fucking rest while these motherfuckers walk around scot free? After everything they've done? No… I am not going to rest until I see every single one of them - either six feet under or behind cast iron bars."
The large man grit his teeth in impotent frustration, but eventually, yielded the point - this was her fight as much as it was his. In resignation, Chris moved in to embrace the shorter woman. At that, she tensed up, but returned the gesture, which proved brief, as they both broke it soon after.
Meanwhile, Ethan took the opportunity to exchange greetings with Leon, as the brunette man watched him with thinly-veiled curiosity. "Well, well, Mr. Winters, you sure can find your way around the world."
"I always wanted to travel around… A bit less killing and explosions would be nice, however."
Leon only smirked at his response, before giving him a solid handshake.
As the awkward silence ensued, Chris motioned towards the villa's open entrance. Leon and Jill accepted the invitation with curt nods, while the escorting guards spread out to cover the grounds to ensure the safety of their target. Charlie and John approached their colleagues from Leon's escort, eager to establish rapport.
Chris, Leon and Jill proceeded towards the entrance slowly, with Ethan lingering slightly behind, merely listening to their carefree conversation.
"So, how's Claire doing?" Leon was quick to inquire, not bothering to mask the interest in his voice.
"Just peachy. Still walking the Earth with her TerraSave friends, completely uncaring of any life-threatening danger she might stumble upon." Chris responded, with no shortage of both pride and regret in his words. Jill was quick to pipe in, at that, apparently feeling a bit more at ease now.
"Just like her brother, huh."
"Just like her foolish brother, you mean? She is in Australia now, last I've heard, attending the newest hotspot of 2017's outbreak." Chris' fist clenched at the notion that his little sister was as reckless as he was, yet he could not refute the truth of that sentiment. Leon made an audible wince, before speaking himself.
"Ouch. I am sure she will be alright, though… Foolhardy stubbornness is not the only trait you Redfields share, after all. Anyway, send her my best regards, alright?"
Chris just scoffed, before brotherly patting Leon's back and muttering out a jibe.
"Why don't you tell that to her yourself, in person? You're not a young man anymore to keep chasing that woman in red, you know… Someone gotta co…"
Instantly annoyed, Leon slapped the hand away as he rudely interrupted the larger man mid-sentence.
"I swear to God, I will punch you in the face if you mention the Redfield's Bloodline again, Chris."
Taking the interruption in good spirits, Chris merely raised his arms in a mock defense motion, as he chuckled. "Woah there! Just something to consider…You guys don't make the worst of pairs, you know..."
Annoyance quickly gave way to a fond smile, as Leon's features softened. "Mhm..." The brunette man opened his mouth in an attempt to make a jibe at Chris' own sexual life - or lack of it, but thought better of it, considering the present company. Chris' and Jill's was a relationship that could hardly be described as merely complicated.
Lasting romance was a rare thing for those who dedicated their lives to combating bioterrorism… Leon gave a tired sigh of his own at that depressing thought as he recalled all the amazing women he had encountered over the years… just to fail at creating any meaningful relationship.
The self-pitying thoughts died quickly as he entered the villa… only to beheld three gorgeous young women. They were all dressed in varying casual summer outfits, but had exact same flower tattoos on their foreheads, as well as similar-looking necklaces adoring their graceful necks.
Now, Leon's memory was a point of pride for the man. The former rookie cop turned assistant national security advisor rarely forgot a face - hence he could recall Ethan from his person of interest lists instantly. But these three beautiful strangers? They were drawing a complete blank in Leon's bright head.
The three girls stared back at his slack-jawed expression with amusement plain in their creepy yellow eyes. Chris, wishing to diffuse the awkward situation, cleared his throat and made the introduction.
"These are Bela, Cassandra and Daniela Dimitrescu...our associates in the fight against The Connections, from the Duke's side of things."
The Duke's name immediately rang a bell in Leon's head. That enigmatic man was well-known in certain circles… and his vast array of acquaintances included all kinds of unusual and colorful personalities. Not exactly at ease, but back in the familiar element, Leon was quick to offer a greeting of his own.
"Leon Scott Kennedy, and it's always a pleasure to make acquaintances with such beautiful ladies!"
The brunette Dimitrescu - the tallest among them - gave him a charming wide grin and the former cop couldn't help but to glance at her long, well-toned legs. Well...damn! The other brunette woman in the room only scoffed, before introducing herself, offering a handshake of her own.
"Jill Valentine. A pleasure."
At hearing that name, Cassandra's pleased, objectively beautiful face twisted into a raging grimace - for just a blink of an eye - as the hotheaded Dimitrescu regained her composure momentarily. At least outwardly. Inwardly, Cassandra wanted to do nothing else but to carve that wench up with her beloved knife. Her itchy fingers twitched in a wicked desire to pull out Jill's guts. To bathe in her blood. To revel in her dying screams.
Doing her best to suppress her inhumanly cruel urges, the brunette Dimitrescu let out a calming breath, before briskly approaching the brunette Valentine, only to envelop Jill's palm in her vice-like grip. Even if she couldn't mutilate her, she could still make her squirm.
To Cassandra's utmost surprise, Jill merely stared back at her with a blank, uninterested expression. The amount of force she was exerting on the smaller woman's hand was enough to make even a powerfully-built human male cry out in agony. She could almost hear bones cracking under that inhuman force, yet Jill gave no sign of being in pain.
Breaking her handshake with an annoyed scoff, Cassandra was not satisfied by this outcome. Straightening up to her full, impressive 6.1 feet height - more than a head taller than Jill's own - the imposing middle Dimitrescu sibling hissed out a childish taunt that made Bela want to hide her own face in shame.
"So you're Jill. You don't look like much."
Any maid or prisoner they had would've been covering in object terror by now, begging for mercy. Cassandra wanted to grit her teeth in frustration as Jill was not intimidated in the slightest by her towering figure of sinister tone.
"Am I supposed to know you..? Cassandra, was it? Sorry, my memory is not so good lately..."
Jill looked up at her with genuine curiosity in her blue eyes, as if seriously trying to recall her from memory.
Unable to handle the indignation of this whole situation, Cassandra just huffed and left for the kitchen, red in the face from shame and embarrassment; clearly planning to eat her sorrows away.
"Uhm… forgive her, Miss Valentine. My sister can be a bit unfriendly towards...erm… strangers, sometimes. She doesn't really mean that." Bela tried to apologize on Cassandra's behalf, while Jill was simply confused from the peculiar event.
"That's alright, I guess. Hardly the unfriendliest person I've ever met. A mean handshake, though, ouch! Hah!" Jill took the whole unpleasant interaction with surprising cheer, even as she inspected her own hand, which had an angry red imprint where Cassandra had squeezed it.
Seeing the state of Jill's hand, Chris let out a low growl. "Wait for me in the conference room. I need to have a word with Cassandra, before we start."
Bela nodded, as she herself went upstairs to get Alcina. The Dimitrescu matriarch's body still demanded much rest and therefore she had spent the majority of the day recuperating in one of the villa's bedrooms.
Not caring for any strange looks directed his way, the captain marched right towards the kitchen area, where Cassandra was already engorging herself on some raw steak. Raising her bloodied face at the stomping sound of his footsteps, the woman shot him a nasty sneer.
"The fuck do you want from me now? Your precious Jill is here! You can go fuck her now!"
Chris himself experienced a barrage of conflicting emotions at Cassandra's sorry state.
On one hand, he could finally witness the vulnerable, hurt woman behind her tough facade. The fear of rejection gnawed on her heart, exposing it to his prying eyes. Seeing behind her crackled shell, Chris couldn't help but wish to comfort the rough Dimitrescu sibling.
On another hand, she took her anger on Jill - completely unjustly, and Chris simply could not abide that. Before he would do anything else, he had to put his foot down on this particular issue.
Closing the door to the kitchen behind him and marching right towards the feasting brunette, Chris did not hesitate to roughly lift her up, before savagely slamming the woman into the wall, knocking the breath out of her lungs.
The swift motion taking her completely by surprise with its brutality, Cassandra could only dumbly gape at Chris, as he held her tight - his fierce blue eyes inches from her own widened amber orbs.
Somehow, in this moment the normally violent and assertive sibling found herself at a loss for both words and actions. Instead of responding to the savage motion with violence of her own, all she could muster was a weak mumble.
"Chris..?"
Seeing that he had her attention completely, the suddenly fearsome captain snarling tone brooked no argument.
"I've tolerated your antics so far because I've seen that there is more to you than mindless brutality. But I draw the line at you taking your anger at me on Jill. If you want to blame someone for my mishap - blame me. But Jill - Jill is off-limits, you got me?"
"But…"
Chris slammed her roughly into the wall again, his forearm now pressing painfully against her neck. His guttural, growling voice sent shivers down her bruised spine.
"No buts. Jill. Is. Off. Limits. Do you understand?"
Cassandra could not rationally explain the feelings that assaulted her at this moment. No man had ever dared to lay his hands on her in such a manner… to manhandle her so roughly and demandingly. It was not an entirely...unwelcome feeling.
Her limbs suddenly felt like jelly, yet the ageless, domineering sadist in Cassandra screamed at her to take to her swarm form and to punish this arrogant mortal for his unforgivable transgression. It was hopelessly muffled by her growing arousal.
"I understand…"
Cassandra's meek, uncharacteristically submissive whisper sent a spike of lust through Chris' own body. The way she was gazing at him right now - with a dreamy and hazy expression - made the man lower his guard, removing his forearm from her throat.
No sooner than he had done so, Cassandra's soft lips assaulted his own chapped ones in a frenzied kiss. The man returned her sudden passion - his tongue eager to continue exploration of her hot mouth. Even though common sense attempted to reassert itself, the captain was soon enthralled by his carnal desires, as his hands' hold on Cassandra's body shifted from threatening to possessive. The iron-rich taste of their kiss did nothing but embolden Chris further.
Getting a good hold on her firm yet soft buttocks, Chris lifted her up, with her legs immediately coiling around his torso. Not thinking twice, the man seated Cassandra on the nearby counter, grinning as he noted the perfect height of the object for the activity he had in mind.
Breaking the desperate kiss, Chris took a moment to take in his lover with his hungry eyes. With a serene expression framing her beautiful face, there was not a single creature more gorgeous to his deep blue orbs, but a series of troubling thoughts still ran through his mind.
What is this woman doing to me? Leon and the rest are waiting for us… Anyone could walk in on us… Rose is still somewhere in the house, playing with Emily… Ethan will kill me if she sees this...
More than all that even, the notion of Jill walking in on them sent a chill down his spine. Even though they had not been an item for a very long time now, and likely never would be again - something that both of them understood well - the idea of his partner being hurt by witnessing this act sent a wave of doubt throughout his frame.
Sensing his doubts and fears, Cassandra's visage shifted to a pleading one - something that very few were ever privy of witnessing. A moment of weakness. She needed this release badly… desperately, even.
As did he. Upon seeing her vulnerable expression, for just a moment, the responsible and self-sacrificing hero died and in his place, only a being of primal desire remained.
With a barely human growl, Chris roughly slid her short-cut jeans down her long legs; her soaking-wet black undergarments followed soon after, allowing the man to witness his prize - her glistering, well-trimmed pussy, already swollen from her want for him. Knowing well that he was liking what he was seeing, Cassandra spread her legs further apart, making the man's heart skip a beat.
Invigorated and encouraged by the breathtaking sight, Chris proceeded to take his cargo pants as well as his underwear down; the man's sizable cock was already fully erect, and he felt a certain animalistic satisfaction at seeing wicked hunger sparkling in Cassandra's eyes as she beheld his full length.
With neither of them in the mood for foreplay, or even having any time for it, Chris' dick was swift to enter her waiting folds, even as his strong hands engulfed her bountiful buttocks, bringing their bodies ever closer together. Cassandra, meanwhile, embraced the man's back with her powerful arms, her sharp black nails no doubt making tears in his cheap urban camo shirt.
Before he started his thrusting motions in earnest, Chris made sure to capture her mouth with his own, as Cassandra was quite a screamer. He could only hope that their passionate, mid-coitus make out session would muffle her piercing voice somewhat.
Intensifying the motions, the pleasure the man felt in this moment - as her tight, youthful pussy engulfed his cock with its slick pressure - was simply divine. Thrusting hard and rough, he could feel her muffled moans resonating through his whole frame, and the knowledge that she was just as pleased as he was gave him that much more satisfaction from the whole act.
With her powerful and elastic pelvic muscles working hard to accommodate each of his violent motions, the man struggled to suppress moans of his own, as the sense of wholeness threatened to consume him. It felt like they belonged together - the passion and totality of their lovemaking was simply not matched by any carnal act Chris went through - ever before.
After less than a minute of frenzied thrusts, going deeper and harder after each one; his own fingers leaving angry red imprints on her ass - he could feel the start of her contractions, as well as his own orgasm about to break through, even as he struggled to hold her bucking hips in place.
To mask the scream the woman wanted to let out, the kiss during her climax was the deepest and the most passionate one that they have shared yet.
"MHmHMH, CHRIS!"
It was still quite audible, to the man's chagrin.
The heavenly pleasure he felt from his own orgasm soon had overridden all of his other troubling thoughts, however, as he finally came, his seed mixing with her juices freely. Chris had to bite on his lip painfully to prevent a scream of his own from breaking through. This release was cathartic in more ways than one.
For Cassandra, however, the indescribable pleasure slowly gave way to a moderate amount of hurt, as 'Cassandra' did not leave his lips, as she was so desperately hoping. But neither did 'Jill'.
Out of breath from the ferocity of their lovemaking, but somehow still feeling charitable now, the brunette woman whispered out a feeble apology, which was even a little bit sincere, this time.
"Ugh… I guess it wasn't fair being that angry at her…"
Dislodging from her still countertop form, Chris took a moment to wipe his manhood clean with some napkins, even as he gave her neck a rough but loving kiss that would leave a hickey, to her chagrin. Mom will love it… not…
"It's not a weakness to admit to making a mistake, Cassandra."
Naturally, he picked up on her barely-concealed shamed tone. "Of course it is, Chris… but… maybe sometimes it's not too bad to show a little bit of weakness…"
Cassandra did not look at the man as she mumbled out that peculiar realization - that went against everything she had believed to be an immutable truth, for so long. That strength was everything and weakness in any form was to be squashed without mercy.
The man smiled warmly at hearing that admittance, before passing her a couple of napkins, as well. "Just a little bit. Get proper, Cass, before someone comes looking for us. We still got a job to do, remember?"
The brunette woman smiled wickedly, showing off her bloodied teeth.
"Oh, I remember. I do not plan on letting any of these vile scumbags that hurt my mother so badly roam free. Their anguish will be legendary."
Returning his clothing to its rightful place, the man smirked at her cocky words. "Glad I didn't beat that spunk out of you. We will need that, in the days to come, I believe."
Putting her own jeans up, Cassandra only let out a hearty laugh, before noting, with a pleased smirk of her own. "Oh, please. It will take a lot more than that to beat anything out of me."
Giving her full black lips another long kiss, the man growled out a playful threat.
"That sounds like a challenge. And a Redfield does not back down from a challenge."
With a purr of delight, Cassandra finally leapt from that poor countertop before taking her place next to the man.
"Shall we?"
"We shall."
Reinvigorated by their impromptu sex, the pair was ready to face any enemy - or so they thought - as they departed to rejoin their waiting comrades in the conference room.
Author's Note:
Dion finds himself a sweetheart! So cute!
So Leon and Jill finally enter the fray! I honestly hope I did their characters justice, since its been a fucking long time since we saw them, Jill in particular. Naturally, I will be taking some liberties with Jill, as the experience she lived through changed her character quite a bit, in several ways.
Finally, due to popular demand I actually wrote a little Cass/Chris moment in a bit more details than I originally intended, hope it turned out well!
Next chapter 'might' be a big one, so it may take longer than usual to properly write.
As always, I'd love hear any opinions or to answer any questions you guys might have, as the plot gets understandably more complex! Have a great week and stay safe!