Author's Note: Let me clarify why things are the way they are in this story: they're young. They're in love. They're pre-outbreak and just living their lives. Those lives are each other in that way that our first real love affair is. It's all tactile sensation and sweaty confusion. So the early years are how they find their way through the emotions to become a mirror of each other. That means back and forth, humor, hurt, friendship and sex. If you've felt like that for someone, you can relate. If you haven't, it's not all joy - it hurts in good and bad ways - like love should. And it doesn't always end happy ever after.

This chapter is as smutty as I get. It's all smut from one side to the other. You have been warned.

Thank you, as always, for reading.

The Devil's Bargain

Sixteen:

Surrender

Apparently, loving Chris Redfield came with perks.

It also came with surprise. It meant he found you to love you when you were playing video games. Merciless, he ruled your body with those skillful hands while you tried to stay alive. It meant your character died eaten by zombies while you came clutching at his face. It meant he always had his mouth on you when you were alone. It meant he held your hand when you went on walks.

It meant he was always leaving fresh flowers on the table for you and calling you to see if you needed anything from the store. It meant he cooked for you and cleaned up after you and took baths with you to rub your feet.

It meant he was yours, so you got to touch him any time you wanted. Jill was always on him. He couldn't sit still without her in his lap. She had her hands in his pants and on his dick like some kind of nympho. When they were bored, they played flashlight tag in the dark and fucked on the trampoline. Young; the need for each other was almost painful sometimes, and filled by a constant desire to touch.

Jill was always buying him silly things to add to his collection of magic tricks: a box of disappearing cards, a rubber chicken, a "cat" in a hat that poofed with smoke and was gone, a silly box she'd lie in and let him "cut her apart". She wore a silver bikini and pretended to be his assistant one afternoon. He split her in half in the box and then split her in half with his dick on the kitchen table.

When she let you in, you went all in..and out...and in again. He couldn't keep his hands off her or his dick out of her. He was crazy for her.

They were young. They were in love. They were happy. It meant all they needed was each other.

It meant the world made sense. It meant the world was all them and Dog.

Loving Chris Redfield meant you felt like you mattered.

It meant you woke up to find him inside of you at 3 a.m. Jill came awake on fire for it. She had been dreaming about killer tomatoes or something. She realized she was wet and desperate around him. He was all tongue and teeth and thrust of it. I'm good at going down, he said, and he certainly was. He had one hand splayed on her belly and hips while he licked and savored her. Her thighs were over his shoulders as those hands shifted and palmed her breasts.

She came, wetly, gasping from it around the torture of his mouth on her. He licked her clean like she might be the tastiest thing he ever had in his mouth. Like a leviathan, he rose above her and she shivered, swollen and hot and ready for him. He didn't wait, didn't even pause, just took her. Hilt deep in a single thrust, he buried himself inside of her and she wasn't even done coming down from the previous orgasm.

Her eyes flew wide open. He had one of her legs curled over his arm, the other held her down at her collarbone and he was so deeply inside of her she was, reasonably, sure he was thrusting into her chest. Possibly. At the very least? He was thrusting into her heart.

Her hands came up to grab his face. She gasped, "Holy hell."

And he laughed, dark and dirty. He put his face against her neck and kept on going. Her free leg looped around his hip as she moved against him. She was making some kind of sound that might have been a keen. He dropped his hand from her collarbone, flicked lazily over her aching clit, and she was too raw and still reeling from before, it brought her to climax hard and wetly around him.

"Yeah," He whispered quietly against her ear, "Like that?"

Yeah she did. She clearly did. She might have gasped out, "Oh my god." And he had him laughing again.

She came apart around him, rolling through the wet release. Their hands came up and caught above her head now and her legs splayed wide and planted as he rode into her. Someone was making a sound that sounded like unh unh unh over and over. It was her, naturally. And he kept right on laughing breathily while she did it. She didn't care. Not even a little bit. He was gentle and deep and blowing her fucking mind with it. She watched the copper of him in the moonlight between the paleness of her legs in the mirror. It was outstanding, it was ungodly, it was unbelievable.

Jill cried out, finally finished with his smooth, slow, infuriating rhythm. His laughter, breathy and punctuated with that heavy panting of his was driving her insane. It was time to push this race into high gear. She gasped, "Think that's funny huh?" She jerked her hands free and raked them, almost too hard, down his back. There was no laughter now.

Oh no. Chris grunted, hissed and shoved into her once, so hard, it rattled her teeth. She screamed with it. It hurt. Oh yeah, it hurt. She was wet and ready but he was still huge. It fucking hurt.

The pain and pleasure of it warred and raped a gasping moan from her. She humped against his invading cock and excited herself. He rode out and shoved back into her, hard, hard, hard. She screamed again and actually slapped him. She slapped him and pushed on him. She hadn't meant to. Her body was sucking him in even as her mind said: WHOA. That is way too deep. She told her mind to go fuck itself and felt the first raw edge of an awesome orgasm looming. Pain and pleasure, the ultimate pairing. They blended together and made fucking magic…sorta like she and Chris did.

So, she gasped, "Again. Again."

He caught her face in his hand and jerked her up to his mouth to kiss her. Rough and sucking, he filled her mouth with his tongue and made her jerk on him for more.

He pinned her collarbone to the bed and pulled out to the tip, watching her face. She gasped, shaking like a junkie in need of a fix, "Yeah. Now."

"Now?" His voice was so low it was gravel and growl. He swirled the head of his cock against the sucking sides of her throbbing cunt and nearly killed her.

She grunted like a pig and commanded, "Yes. Now."

He held her by the throat and watched her face and shoved back into her body even as it resisted the invasion. Her body tried to stop him and he just kept going. Her face, it made his breath catch, because it was part tortured need and part ripping want. He'd NEVER seen a woman look at him like that. She screamed like someone was stabbing her, because he was, and the fire spilled from cunt to clavicle as she took him and made a small sob.

She slapped him again. Her hands were literally trying to push him off even as she yelled, "Yeah. Again!"

It was the hottest fucking thing that had ever happened to him. She was begging even as she was crying and coming and grabbing and fighting. It was like a whirlwind of right and wrong and more. He was crazy for her.

He didn't want to hurt her, but she wanted him to. She wanted him to fuck her and rip her open. And he wanted to please her.

Hell, he was a liar. A huge one. He wanted to rip her open too and brand her like an animal.

So he jerked her leg around his hip and went in and out, twice in row, making her squeal. She grabbed at him, moaning, "Harder. Harder. Ok? Harder."

Jesus.

He shifted her hips beneath him, angled her, and shoved into her so deep and fast that she thought he might have killed her. There was, literally, nowhere else for him to go. He was all in, buried, and she screamed again and slapped him. She slapped his face. She hadn't meant to at all.

Her body was THROBBING. She was kinda sobbing a little. It was swirling in his guts like whiskey and want. He was already a little drunk, but he was lost in her face.

She grabbed his ears and dragged him down to kiss him, hiccuping a little sob and rolling her hips at the same time.

And he went still. "Sorry. Shit. Are you alright?" He leaned up to look into her face.

His hair was sweaty in one eye, he looked kinda feral in the low light, but his face wasn't possessive. It was all concern. And now Jill laughed, gasping with it. "Shut up. And do it."

"Cheese and rice, are you sure? You keep slapping the fuck out of me."

"Hurting you, am I? Can't take it?"

Oh she liked that, she thought wildly, his eyes flared with it. He liked it. Yeah he did. He liked the rough stuff. She'd known that the second he'd spanked her that first time. He liked it rough, did the guy with the enormous dick. Scary. And heady. And awesome for her.

She figured there probably wasn't a lot of girls that could take it rough from a guy this size. She wasn't entirely sure that she could either. But she sure as hell wanted to try.

Jill said, softly, "Think you can break me, big guy? Bet you can't."

He laughed now, breathily and kissed her. She moaned and speared her tongue into his mouth. No wilting kiss, it exploded with teeth and greed. He rolled his body out and thrust into her again, all the way, stealing her breath in a scream that his mouth absorbed. He did it three times in a row, fast and hard, and killed her. She jerked her nails down his back and felt the sticky touch of blood.

Shit.

He scented his own blood like an animal and it drove him wild or something. He went in for the kill. He shoved her knees back and wide and plowed her.

She hadn't actually meant to hurt him that way. But his face said he didn't give a fuck. He hammered into her twice more and she rose to meet it, impaling herself on him and hurting herself with it. It was so good. So bad. And so painfully pleasurable. It hurt, it throbbed, it felt like fire and fuck and want inside her bones.

She shouted, "Again!" And he shoved her hands over her head, rolled to his knees, and literally, literally, tried to split her in half. He did one good, one deep, one impossibly hard thrust into her body and it was too much and not enough and awful and wonderful and raw. Jill shouted, shoving at him to stop, but she yelled, "God! Do it!"

He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't. But her face…HER FACE…it was all kinds of fucking pleasure and need. He wanted to please her. He wanted to please them both. He wanted to fuck her raw. He was so scared to hurt her. It was messy inside of him. But she jerked her hands free and ran them down his back and she'd bled him. She'd literally drew blood. She wanted it. And he wanted her like some kind of fucking drug in his soul.

She said, "Freight train, god damn you. DO IT!"

He curled his hand around her throat, squeezing enough to bring her gasping and excited to his mouth. He fucked her mouth with his tongue and said, "Say please."

"Please. Hurry!"

Chris dropped and gave her his weight. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders and held on. And he did it. He drilled her body so hard it hit the center of too much and too full and too far and burst her into a thousand pieces.

The pain and the pleasure hit in the center of her body and split apart her skin in a bloody mess. She was screaming, oh yeah she was. Jill wrapped her legs around him and his hands shifted, bracketed her hips, adjusted her up to an angle that was nearly excruciating, and he split her open with each lunge into her. She went half off the bed with it, grabbing the wall and the nightstand to keep from falling. He grabbed her shoulder and one hip and just kept on going.

Freight train, she thought madly, yep. All the way.

He shifted to his knees and pinned her there where she was trapped. Her feet planted on the bed to try to anchor and he shoved a pillow under her ass to tilt her pelvis. Why?

She found out why. It put him at her cervix like a gateway to heaven...or hell. She almost gasped out, "Don't." But she wanted it. She wanted to know what it felt like to be destroyed by a freight train.

He grabbed her hands and tucked them around her knees, using her to hold her body open for him like some kind of offering on an altar of fornication.

His hand settled around her neck and shouder, his other anchored at her hip - and he simply jerked her down on him like she was a fuck toy. She'd begged for it. She'd asked. It was the first time he ever used her without some level of sensitivity to his size. She was obsessed with watching the pleasure of it all over him.

He palmed a breast, pulled her up to kiss her. He moaned like nothing she'd ever heard out of him. Her body was his wonderland, it was that simple, he couldn't stop falling into her. She'd never had a man make sounds like that. Like she was the best thing he'd ever been inside. Like the universe was found between her thighs. Like the world ended at her womb.

It hurt so good that she felt like she was probably going to die this way,

He shifted her again, when her body felt like one big throb of pain and pleasure, and jerked her up around his lap. She spilled around him like a rag doll. They were both soaked in sweat. He gripped her hips to lift and slam her down on his invading cock and she screamed, she just screamed, grabbing handfuls of his back to hold on.

Her thighs raised and lowered her on their own, impaling her on his dick like she'd die fucking him.

They spilled back to the bed in a grunting heap and he shoved her legs up to her shoulders. Her hands grabbed behind her thighs like he'd asked. His latched on her hips. She watched it, the moment she knew he was going to hurt her. She watched it and almost said stop. Almost.

But he looked at her like she was a siren and her song would lead him to die in her, and she screamed, "More! Hurry!"

He jerked her hips to make her take him, all of him, each time he went in. It was so hard. It stretched and hurt her. It made her squeal and cry. She begged for more, and slapped his face.

The crying should have deterred him, but it felt like winning. It was the kind of crying that said she wanted him...no...needed him. He liked the slapping. The slapping was her submitting to him or something. It was incredible.

Her body was making wet sucking noises as it swallowed him down like a mouth. He stroked her clit at the apex of her body as he went all in and sent her careening into an orgasm. She bucked and jerked as if she were being electrocuted. She cursed and wept, shaking her head and trying to get away even as she got closer.

It was insanity. He could have stopped as she the tender walls of her body seized so tightly around his invading dick that it stole his breath.

But he didn't stop. She used her battle cry to spur him on, "HARDER!"

He rolled her half to her side and tucked her leg up to her chest, straddling the other. Her body nearly split at the angle, tightening around his cock the second it took over. It felt like he was hammering her into her throat this way. She grappled at his hip like she'd stop him.

She gasped, voice breaking, "Oh, don't!"

His hand fisted in her hair to draw her neck back as he kissed her, grunting. "Don't what?"

She whined, the bed soaked beneath her bucking body, "Don't stop? Ok. Don't stop."

He shoved her leg higher against her chest and jerked on her hair to hold her for the assault of him. All in, each thrust, his balls slapped her body obscenely. It was so raw, terribly raw, like she was. Too raw. She keened and shoved a hand on his hip like she'd stop him.

And it was too much, too deep, too hard…she almost yelled out stop and she came. She was there. She came screaming around him while he fucked her so hard her teeth kept snapping together with each thrust. She came so hard it hurt and felt amazing. Her flopping legs were like dead appendages around them. He spit his hair out of his face to see her.

He started to pull out to come on her body and she grabbed him, bucking and gasping, she cried, "Boyscout! Give it to me!"

Holy hell she was the hottest woman he'd ever met. He was OBSESSED with her. He held her down with a hand around her throat and rode into her so deep and hard he knew, knew, knew it was going to hurt her for days. The place where his dick met her cervix felt spongy somehow, absorbent, like it was made to swallow his release. His mind said: you are not seriously going to keep coming in this girl right? Good guys don't come in girls.

But good guys didn't fuck them bare back either. He was past the point of caring. He wanted to blow his load up in her and die there. He said, hoarsely, "You want me to come in you?"

"Oh god, yes! NOW!"

Christ.

He rolled her to her back and her legs looped over his. He grabbed her throat to kiss her.

And he did it. He grunted and dumped wet and hot at the end of her body and ground there inside of her.

She was so used, so hyper sensitive, that she burned when he spurt through her. She burned with each pulse of his dick releasing.

She curled around him, shaking and bucking, sweaty and hot. He buried his face against her breasts and pumped through his release. It was…sticky. It was raw. And about two seconds after it ended, it was utterly painful. She felt the ache in her body that told she'd be sorry soon enough.

And she loved it.

He rolled her back on the bed with him and she shuddered, pulsing painfully around where he was buried so far in her. Someone kept whispering, "Oh my god."

Of course, it was her. He stayed leveraged above her for a moment just looking at the place where their bodies merged. He was all in her. ALL IN. He'd never gone all in a girl before. It was intoxicating to see it.

She studied his face in the dark. He was looking at her like she was some kind of drug. It was the best she'd ever felt in her whole life.

She whispered, "How do I feel now?"

He lifted his gaze to her face and rolled his hips. She gasped, her body spasming around him. The hooded look on his face made her yearn for him somehow. He whispered back, "...I can feel your cervix."

It should have made them both hot to hear that out loud. But it made her tremble, "Yeah? Is it soft?"

He grunted, dropping his mouth to kiss her, "It's wet and spongy. Like it's made to absorb me."

Jesus. She gripped his ass, licking her dry lips. "Fuck...that's hot, huh? Your filthy mouth."

He laughed, kissing her, "...I'm so fucking in love with you, Jill. Cheese and rice."

They kissed for a handful of moments before he leaned back. She let him go, shaking on the bed beneath him.

He slid out of her now and she made a little mewl of pain.

He rose, eyeing her in the darkness. "Shit. Shit. I'm sorry. Are you ok?"

Jill held his gaze for a long moment…and started laughing. She laughed until she was breathless. He grinned and put his ear on her chest. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. "I'm just fine. I think..I may be dead."

"Sorry. I woke up to take a piss. Came back and you were just…you were beautiful. So I thought…she's mine now. I get to fuck her anytime I want. So I did."

Jill thought: Chris Redfield ladies and gentleman, a god in bed…and terrible at romantic speeches. Jill laughed again and held on. "You'd be right. But I don't know how I'm going to walk at work in a few hours."

"He's got you with Bravo still today right? Doing more prison detail? So, you won't be doing shit but lying around all day or sitting in the cruiser with Chambers."

"I don't know about that." She shifted and winced. "Well…that just hurts."

"I broke you."

"Seems that way."

He lifted and looked into her face. She held his look, drolly. And he lifted up, slowly, and high fived himself over her.

Jill stuck her tongue in her cheek. "Did you just congratulate yourself because you broke me?"

"…no?"

"You are a piece of work, Red. Clearly."

He laughed and rolled off her. She flipped on the little light beside the bed. It was bad. His back? It was bad. She winced.

He glanced at it in the mirror. "Well shit. This will get me all KINDS of high fives at work when I'm done doing PT with the guys. I will be, officially, a legend."

"How does that go down with your enormous dick by the way? Are they jealous?"

"Oh yeah. Penis envy is real, dollface. No lie."

"I fucked you up." Jill said laughing.

"Seems that way."

She lifted her hands and high fived herself. He laughed and loved her. He just loved her.

He caught her gaze in the mirror. She kept shifting and wincing. He felt bad about that. He did. But she'd…begged. And he couldn't even begin to describe her face and what it had done to him. But he was a gentleman…sorta. So he was going to help her out.

He disappeared from the room and she put her hand down to touch herself between the legs. Sticky, clearly, from his ejaculate and? She lifted hand. A little blood.

She said, "Damnit."

Because it just plain hurt now. She was sore.

He came back in the bedroom, naked and fucking awesome with it. He picked her up in his arms, said nothing, and took her into the bathroom where he proceeded to set her, gingerly, in a mound of bubbles and hot water. It felt, amazing.

He knelt, skimming her hair back with his hand. He said, "Better?"

And that. THAT. That was why she loved him. He was all proud that he'd fucked her so hard he'd left her broken…kinda. And he was taking care of her now. What a squish.

"Better." Jill affirmed and he dropped his mouth to kiss her.

He said, "I'm gonna get you some water. Just chill out there and soak."

"Thank you. I think I will."

"Awesome. I love you, Jill." And he went to get the water.

Just easy. Just simple. I love you, Jill. Like it was nothing. And it was everything.

He brought the water back and she sat up to sip some. He shifted her and slipped into the water behind her. She leaned back against him and he rubbed her shoulders. He kissed her neck.

Jill sighed with contentment. He slipped a hand down in the water to gently rub at her tender body. She winced but opened her legs to let him massage her. It was very sweet actually considering most men would have just nutted up in her and gone to bed.

He said, "Helping any? Or making it worse?"

Jill smiled and leaned in the circle of his arms. She closed her eyes, smiling. "Not worse. Better. I love you, Chris."

He wondered, honestly, if he'd ever get tired of hearing it. He turned her face and kissed her, smooth and soft. She made a little sound and turned into him. The feisty little thing that she was, swollen, sore, and surely aching and she was still sucking his mouth like she was trying to get him all fired up again.

Laughing, breathless, he turned her back around in the water, "No way, Valentine, you horny thing. You'll hurt yourself worse if you even try."

"I don't care." She rolled over and straddled him. Her mouth was amorous and wet and hungry when she kissed him again. He made some sound and gave in. He kissed her like he'd eat her. She shifted, rubbing over his junk in the water.

His hands came up to play with her tits. He sat up in the water, putting his mouth all over them. She cupped his head and gasped, watching his teeth and tongue devour her. Oh my god, she thought, this is what it looked like to love him.

She tried to grab his dick and stuff it up in her. He shook his head and set her away from him in the water. She made a frustrated sound.

Chris said, "Jilly Bean, if I fuck you again, you really won't be able to walk for a week. Keep it in your pants and be a good girl."

Jill made a little sound and shifted in the water. She eyed him a little. "I bet I could get you to give it me."

"Most likely. I encourage you not to try. I'll hurt you."

"You liked that part."

Hmm. This was a delicate conversation. So he'd have to be careful here. But he wanted to get a point across. Subtlety wasn't his strong suit. "Ok. I enjoy a good rough fucking with a girl, no lie. And I don't get it very often because a lot of girls just…can't. But I do NOT like hurting you. Not like that. I'm actually feeling like a fucking asshole right now because you're so hurt by it. At the time? Kosher. You were screaming and I kept throwing it down to you. That's good sex. After? I felt like a douche."

Jill watched him in the water now, curious. Oh. She studied his face. He did. He really did feel bad about it. Jill tilted her head, watching his face. "You fucking softie. You mean it."

"Oh yeah. Jill, I haven't pounded into a girl in…ever. EVER. Like that. That you took it and kept screaming for more? Hottest god damn thing that's ever went down in my bedroom. No lie. But I don't like seeing you sitting there in the water bleeding afterward. I'm not a fucking monster."

Jill slid through the water and put her arms around him. He held her, stroking her hair. "I know that. I know you don't. I'm sorry it sounded like I did. I like it rough, Chris. And I like it gentle. I just…I like it with you. That's all I got."

Chris rubbed her little butt, holding her. "Same, kid. Clearly. But I'm not going to be freight training on you for a while. Maybe we try the soft stuff and see how it goes."

Jill smiled, loving him. "Maybe we do. You softie."

"Don't tell anyone. Or they'll laugh at me."

She put her arms around him and sighed with joy.

Yeah, Jill thought, that's what loving him was like. Loving Chris Redfield? It felt a little like dying from joy.