Hello, everyone! Here is Chapter 5 where, as some of you may have guessed by how Part 4 ended, there will be sex between a certain Doctor and a certain Tyrant. So yeah, explicit content ahead.
Please understand before we get started that I am NOT an expert on writing erotic fiction at all. But, the "Resident Evil" series is known for its violence and mature content, so I took this as a challenge from "RT86" to make.
DISCLAIMER: The "Resident Evil" video game series, and all elements included in it, are owned and published by Capcom. The author, in collaboration with the user "RT86", owns any original characters and custom elements included in this story.
Onward!
[EIGHT DAYS LATER]
The world returns slowly to T-H90. He feels the air grow warmer around his body. Several hissing noises fill its ears as the cramped space it rests in opens out. The warmth that comes in feels good to him, better than the cold of sleep. As the hissing noises fade away, he opens his eyes and looks around. He sees the same chamber walls he remembers from before, but there is less light. The air smells different, some copper tang in the air that brings a flashback of a distant dream.
He hears breathing from his left. He looks there to see Doctor Millicent Schrovol standing by the tube looking at him. It takes him a few moments to recognize her because she looks so different from before. Her glasses are gone, one of her eyes is swollen shut, her clothes are in tatters that barely cover her body, and her skin is covered in cuts and bruises. One of her hands clutches a long gash that trails down to her waist. Her body looks frail, her confidence mostly gone. Her one working eye glints in delight when she sees T-H90 stand up and ready from the stasis tube.
"You're alive," she slowly states with breathless happiness. "That's… great." Her feet move strangely as she walks towards him, turning at odd angles and not holding her up. She grunts in obvious pain as she regains her balance and stares into his eyes. He recognizes the fire inside them, like his determination in his tests. Is there going to be another one now?
"Listen to me," the doctor commands between heavy pants. "This place has been attacked by a traitor to Umbrella. The virus inside you has infected or killed turned everyone else that didn't escape. I'm the last human left." She winces and grips her side a bit harder, her face showing a flash of pain. He has questions about this but does not ask them as he looks closer at her exposed body. Her clothes cover her breasts and crotch, but her arms, legs and feet are completely open to his view.
He twitches his lips. An urge from some point of his cold sleep bubbles back to life. He has not seen her like this before. He feels… different.
Millicent looks at him again with the same determined fire as before. "I know you can understand me. You're smarter than the other Tyrants, and you keep getting smarter." She takes another slow breath. "But it's too late for me. This is my final order, TH90."
She stumbles right up against him without breaking eye contact, her blond hair moving in front of her face and then aside again. She stands as tall as she can and, in an act that gets his full attention, places her hand on his chest. Her fingers are light, each individual tap sending a spark through his muscles.
"I want you to kill the traitors that did this," she orders as her eyes start to water. "Is that clear? Find them and kill them all."
He nods. He understands. This is an order he can follow. Find the traitors. Kill the traitors. He does not completely understand why she looks sad while she gives this order, but he will obey it like the rest she has given. Right now, he allows someone he recognizes to be close to him, tiny bits of happiness bubbling in his mutated heart. The fact this someone is injured does not concern him.
"Hah… thank you, T-H90. My little Tyrant." Tears start to flow down Millicent's cheeks as he strokes his chest with her dainty, delicate hands. "And now, goodbye."
She thrusts her other hand into her coat pocket, pulling out a black-colored pistol. For a split second he is confused; he remembers holding a similar weapon before, but why is she holding it? She turns the gun towards herself and shoves the front end into her mouth with both hands. She chokes and squeezes her eyes shut as her fingers try to squeeze the trigger.
He lashes out before the shot goes off, grabbing the gun and pulling it out of her mouth. The loud bang rings in his ears for a moment as Millicent slumps to the ground. His grip on her hands makes her slip off the ground and hang in midair. Then she regains her senses, realizing she does not have a bullet through her brains. He squeezes her hands with his enhanced one, feeling her tiny bones beneath his sharpened fingers. She tries wriggling herself free as she swings back and forth, held aloft by his strength alone.
"Stop it!" she shouts at him, confusion turning to anger because she is not dead. "Give me the gun! I need it!"
He does not understand this as he watches her move to and fro, the pieces of clothing sliding around to reveal tantalizing glimpses of the naked flesh beneath. He sees her hairless skin, her lithe frame showing a little fat around the hips. His lips twitch again as that strange urge grows stronger than his hunger.
His right hand feels her fingers try to move, the digits becoming soaked in sweat that pours from beneath her skin. He lets her slide out of his grasp, but he retains hold of the gun. She falls on her buttocks as he crushes the metallic weapon with his fingers. She groans and places a hand on her gash, clearly in pain. He drops the broken gun without looking away from her. Her pain feels wrong to him. His chest burns with anger, or something like it that he can't describe, at seeing her like this.
The traitors killed people. They cannot do this. But what can he do against it? He is strong, fast, and tough, but is that enough? No. We must grow stronger. A way to do this shows itself in the injured body and broken mind of the human in front of him. A flash of his old self comes back, when he first met this woman and felt a certain way towards her motions. A good way.
He breathes out, letting the urge flow freely. He breathes in, smelling her increased fear and stress. And beneath that, the same growing need inside himself. The need to Breed.
Breed, the virus urges his hormones. Breed and grow stronger.
He stomps towards her, grabbing her head in his hand and lifting her up. Her protests go unanswered as he roughly places her against the nearest wall. His muscles tense as he feels his desire spread to the space in between his legs. The instrument beneath stirs to life as Millicent looks at him, lost as to what is happening.
"What are you…?" She stops talking when she sees and hears the space between his legs open like a flower's petals, skin and muscle blooming outward to reveal the inner stem. The "stem" here is actually a thick, vein-covered, red-skinned penis. Millicent's jaw drops as the organ extends forward, farther and farther as the moments tick by. When the penis's foreskin peels back on its own to reveal an even darker patch of red, both Millicent and T-H90 smell the sharp tang of Tyrant musk.
The virus's instincts ramp up the Tyrant's hormones as much as Millicent's stunned silence tells him this is a good thing. Breed and grow stronger.
"Impossible." Millicent's voice cracks as she stares at the now three-foot long penis. "T-This can't be po–!"
He thrusts his hips forward, forcefully pushing his tool into her mouth. She lets out a shocked "Hurk?!" at this invasion, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. He feels her tongue and lips along his tip, automatically pressing against him as she tries to accommodate his girth. He pushes forward a bit more while she tries to cough it out. He lingers, relishing the warmth and softness of her mouth as her objections just send vibrations down his tool. His higher thinking fades as he pulls back, and then thrusts even harder. Her head bumps the wall and stays there as he tries to feel even more of her mouth.
She desperately starts slapping his legs and crotch. That brings him back down from his euphoric high long enough for him to pull out completely. Saliva trails from her lips to his cock as she gasps for air and coughs up some mucus. Various half-formed curses come out of her as she covers her mouth and nose with one hand.
"What the fuck?!" Millicent shudders as she looks up at him, her words coming through her hand as tears start to form in her eyes. "Why did you do that?! I don't want to eat your dick!" Her words do not match a new energy he sees in her face, the anger covering the same urge to breed.
He gives a deep grunt from inside his chest. Her eyes widen at the sound, her eyebrows sliding up and down with each new thought inside her brain. Her face slowly turns pale as she comprehends what this all means, until her skin is ghostly white. "Oh, God," he hears her mutter, "you're horny."
So that's the word for this urge: "Horny". He digs his feet into the chamber floor, his hands pressing against the wall as he grunts again. The sound says what he wants without words, what he is trying to hold back from doing without her approval. His former life as David Wellington does not have much memory of making decisions for others. The virus compounds this through instinct that does not dictate how it should act, merely acting as it chooses. With these two feelings mixed together, T-H90 is able to hold himself back for a few more moments.
Millicent parts her fingers slightly, her face turning bright red. "You want to… impregnate me?"
His claws dig into the wall and make loud screeches as his hips push forward. She turns her head away. "No, don't! You'll kill me with that thing! Stop it!"
She takes short, quick breaths as he leans down closer to her. "Don't get any… closer…" Her anger slowly fades as she breathes in more of T-H90's musk, the raw stench already in her mouth and now clogging up her nostrils. He sees saliva start to build up in her mouth, her tongue not able to form the words she wants. He sees her eyelids droop as she raises the hand formerly over her mouth towards his penis, inching her fingers achingly closer.
"Don't… don't do that…" She sounds so docile now, her fingers so close. "I can't… can't…"
She touches his penis with feather-light movements. The organ throbs in response, a sign of his delight as a thin mist sprays out of the very tip. She breathes this in and instantly suddenly slams her head against the wall behind her as her body shudders and spasms, a twisted smile flashing on her face. Her objections become moans of pleasure and pain, the last bits of her clothing slipping off and falling to the floor. He sees her small and round breasts and the shaved slit between her legs, small tufts of blond hair around the vaginal lips. Liquid seeps from the slit; his penis throbs again when he smells its spicy aroma.
When he next presses his tip against her face her lips linger on the exposed skin. She freely inhales his musk, her eyes glazed over with that same smile. He grunts again, urging her to accept his need. He must breed. He presses his hands against the wall, forcing his tool forward so she can't escape.
She gives the pink tip a tentative lick, and then another, rubbing her tongue along his surface. Then, in a sudden burst of energy, she outright grabs his cock. He pauses, feeling her muscles tense up as she holds him in place.
"So hard…" Millicent coos as her fingers slide up and down the slick instrument, freely inhaling his sexual scent now. "So thick!" She slowly opens her mouth and wraps her lips around the exposed tip, bobbing her head up and down and breathing through her nose. He scrapes the claws of his right hand down the chamber wall as a few drops of pre-cum spurt straight down her throat. She swallows it in loud gulps without pausing her motions. She pulls her lips away with an audible "pop" before his pleasure grows too strong, smacking and licking her lips to get any excess juices.
"So sweet!" He looks down at her and finds her looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. There's a fire in her eyes now that makes his heart beat a little faster. He sees her need, the urge to breed growing inside her. But instead of instantly fixing this need, she places a hand on his chest and tries to push him back. Confused, he does not budge as she tries again. Her smile quickly flips upside-down as the fire changes to pure anger.
"Stand back!" she suddenly screams at him. "Give me space!" He strides back on his long legs, bringing his hands to his sides. She pushes herself off the ground, a stream of drool going down from her reddened lips to her chin. Her hair sticks to her face and back, her deep breaths hot enough to condense in front of her. Her eyes stay on his penis as her smile changes into several different expressions. He doesn't recognize all of them and doesn't care; his need is too strong now.
Breed her! Breed and grow stronger!
"Fuck it." He barely hears her say that, but her voice slowly rises as she starts to rant while still looking at his member. "Fuck it. There's nothing left. Nothing at all." Her legs shiver as more of that spicy scent flows out of her vagina. "I've got nothing to lose anymore…"
Before his eyes he sees something holding her back slide out of her slit along with her hormones. Her body sweats even more as her own scent grows almost as strong as his musk. She spins around to face the wall and raises her rear up towards him. She spreads her legs, reaching back with one hand to open her pussy lips and let her juices flow out faster. Finally, she looks back at him with the happiest smile he's ever seen on her face.
"Breed me, you monster of a man!" she yells to T-H90, offering herself to him. "Kill me with your cock!"
He races forward and grabs her sides with his hands, the claws pressing against her skin as he lines himself up. She giggles at first, and then moans in pleasure as he rubs his penis against her pussy. Once he is lined up, he shoves the end inside. She moans as he grunts at a higher pitch, turning her head back to the wall while he pushes more of himself into the warmest and tightest place he has ever been inside.
"So… big!" He feels her heartbeat through her inner walls as he continues to push, stretching her open to accommodate his size. He pulls her towards him to fill her up even more, digging his length as far as he can.
"Fuck," she cries out, "move slower! Ow! Ow! Ow!" He almost doesn't register her voice and shaking movements against the thunderous pleasure all through his body. When he finally does, he slows down and then starts to slide out, her vaginal walls rubbing against him again. He feels her shaking lessen and smells her juices smeared on his penis, a sign that she seems to be enjoying this at some level.
He pushes forward again, slower this time. Her "Mmmm… Yes!" is a good sign as he begins to move in and out at a steady pace, her sounds at the end of each forward motion clues for how he is doing. It takes some trial and error to find the point where she feels more pain than pleasure, but he eventually finds it. Her body does not fully envelop his penis, but that is not an issue he wants to fix. He focuses on the pleasure of breeding with a willing mate, the virus giving him the energy he needs to keep going harder and faster.
In a flash, he gets an idea as to how this could feel even better. He grabs Millicent's waist and raises her off the ground. As she gives a shocked"Eep!" he fully pulls out of her, spins her around so she faces him, and thrusts her back down on his dick. She grits her teeth and lets out a low whine for three seconds as he holds her down, now fully inside her with his tip touching some barrier beneath her belly. Then she screams "Aaaagh! Yes!" as her body overloads from the forceful entry. Her spicy-smelling juice coats his length and spills onto his waist as she rides a sudden orgasm.
He raises her up, using his enhanced strength to keep her on him as she breathes in. He pushes down and she squeals as her pussy walls tighten around him. These sounds repeat themselves with each cycle; up, down, up down. He quickly starts pumping her on his cock, her breasts bouncing about with rock-hard nipples as she rises and falls. He stands tall, a giant of a man asserting his dominance through the urge to breed.
"Oh, fuck!" she shouts, heedless of her volume or language. "Use me! Use me for your cock! I'm your broken little cocksleeve!"
He thrusts even harder at this, grunting with the exertion as she rides a small orgasm. He feels her pleasure through her body and smells her raw essence with each breath. He now grunts every so often, the pleasure rising to critical levels as he continues pumping into the doctor.
Millicent gains enough strength to draw her legs up and wrap them around his chest, tugging him even closer. She looks into his eyes, grinning when she isn't moaning from the sensation of fucking a Tyrant. "I'm close!" she tells him, "I'm so close! I'm going to… to…!"
He can feel it inside her, the rising energy that leads to another burst of those spicy juices from her body. He feels his own pleasure rising along with hers, a growing storm that threatens to overwhelm him when finally unleashed. He is enjoying this too much to worry about that, slamming his cock into his "sleeve" and wanting to breed her. She shows her own enjoyment by grabbing her breasts with her hands. She violently gropes them and pinches her nipples, almost driving him over the edge from the sheer carnality. He has some idea about what she is doing, and he loves it.
"Ooooh, fffuuuuck!" Millicent groans as she crosses the threshold along with the Tyrant. She screams, "Cumming!" as he feels a large amount of something flow from all over him and into his cock. He roars as the storm strikes home, his seed shooting into her deepest holes in a steady stream. He presses her as close to him as he can, and she locks his legs in a vice around him to hold her tight.
"Aaahaaahaaaa!" Millicent laughs as she arches her back, kneading her breasts to extend her pleasure for as long as possible. Yes! Fill me up! Fill me with… orgh?!" She wriggles on his dick as she feels his seed, through some crazy maneuver exclusive to Tyrant sperm, travel from her womb into her stomach, and then up her throat. With a, "Blaagh!" she spills the stream of seed out of her mouth and nostrils, the stench shocking her brain like a thunderbolt.
At that moment, the Tyrant and the human both feel the effects of the T-Virus in their bodies. The mutagenic properties reach for them both through their copulation, forging connections between them at the genetic level. Their brains allow these changes to happen, unable to question them at the speed they occur. The union of human and Tyrant flesh and hormones is absorbed into the T-Virus. It adapts to it, the unique strain inside T-H90 changing even further through filling a human womb with itself.
All Millicent Schrovol and T-H90 feel is pleasure so strong they don't care about anything else. The urge to breed has led to this, and they do not regret it. They are male and female, mates in the most primal kind of love. But it's not enough to satisfy the virus.
T-H90 works to pull Millicent off him, his instincts in full control. Her grip around him holds for a few tugs, but she eventually yields. Her mind swims in a semi-conscious state, pain forgotten in the afterglow and the warmth all inside her body. She comes back a little more when T-H90 lowers her mouth back to his semi-erect cock and slides her lips over it. He does not let her breathe before he starts forcing his dick down her throat.
Millicent can only repeat "Bluh! Bluh! Bluh! Bluh!" as her mouth is used as another sleeve for her Tyrant's mutated dick. She shuts her eyes as glops of white, thick Tyrant sperm splatter onto her face and drool uncontrollably spills from her mouth. She grabs his cock with her hands and pumps along with his thrusts to urge him on. All she can think of is sucking, licking and pumping this thick cock in her mouth, stretching her lips forward as he slams into her throat.
He quickly feels his pleasure grow again, faster this time from seeing the smart doctor that tempted his old human self now sucking his cock like an animal. Another roar escapes his mouth as he thrusts into her mouth once more, his tool going so far down her esophagus it nearly reaches her stomach. She feels his dick pulse, the seed rushing down the length and into her mouth before it blasts out into her body.
"Guck! Ack! Gork! Gluck, gluck, gluck, gluck!"
Millicent tries to swallow all the sperm she can, gulping it down on autopilot as T-H90 continues to pull at her neck. The pain she feels leads to one last, mind-shattering orgasm as her lungs burn from lack of oxygen. Before she completely falls into oblivion, she feels T-H90's cock sliding out of her mouth with a squelching "Pop". Semen spilling out of her mouth, Millicent suckles as much of her Tyrant's life juices as she can before his member escapes her grasp.
She teeters back and forth, not feeling the warm semen sliding down her chest against the greater warmth in her belly. She feels so full she doesn't want to move, for fear of spilling some of the precious cargo already travelling into her womb. Her mind's eye travels into her womb where, even now, sperm and egg cells are joining together and transforming into some new organism. Something that will grow inside her body until it is ready to see the world for itself.
Claws grip her head. She focuses on T-H90's face again, hearing a softer grunt vibrate through her body and warm her even more. Her painfully stretched lips make a dopey smile as the warmth starts to burn, especially around her head, as her skin sweats profusely. It takes a colossal effort to raise her hand up to touch the claws holding her steady, supporting her while she takes her last breaths.
She whispers words with a cum-soaked tongue and scarred lips, gibberish to her ears but a heartfelt confession in her heart. For the tiniest of moments, she feels that he understands what she means. Then, she feels nothing at all.
T-H90 lets Millicent's body go once she stops breathing, rigor mortis already making her limbs freeze up in a splayed posture. Tyrant cum coats her face and sops out of her pussy into a small pool between her legs. Her breasts, the nipples and areola rubbed raw, glint with the same excessive sweat on the rest of her body. Her eyes are wide open, staring into the face of Death without flinching.
He looks down at her, the result of his needs as his flaccid cock retracts back inside him. He knows she is dead, her aroma mixing with his to create a unique scent to mark their breeding. His vision swims as he remembers who this woman was when alive, even back to when he was just David Wellington. All the times she has spoken with him, all the tests and all the close moments, has led to her housing his sperm in her womb. He knows through the virus – his virus, he now understands – that she will be a good host to his seed.
What happens next is something he does not know. But he is not afraid to figure it out.
He turns away from the impregnated doctor with pangs of regret and hope, complex feelings he recognizes from absorbing Millicent's spilled juices from her orgasms. She used me as a tool, he reminds himself, and now she became MY tool. We're even.
He wrenches open the cryogenic chamber's door to reveal the outer corridor. A few blood splatters are on the walls, that copper stench much stronger out here. His dreams as he became a Tyrant come back in full, abhorrent detail. Umbrella is involved in this. The traitors did this. I will find them and kill them. And then… I'll make sure this nightmare ends.
David Wellington, now T-H90 in body and mind, leaves his greatest work behind to pursue his final mission.
Alright, that's all for now.
What will David do next with his new form and increased intelligence? How will he complete his mission in the midst of the Rockfort outbreak? Who will be face next? That will come in future chapters.
As always, any feedback/reviews you can give will be great for me and "RT86" to see. Was this at least "okay" for erotic fiction?
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