Resident Evil - Primal Imperative

The Resident Evil series is owned by Capcom.

All characters are 18+.

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2.1

The office was filled with the sound of screaming. Thegood sortof screaming.

It was screaming born out of pleasure. It was a woman's voice, colored with passion. Her cries were fervent, spilling from her lips as a waterfall. Alongside came deep, primal grunts. Unmistakably male. Together, they made music. A splendid, carnal tune that was so sweet to the ears.

Of course, the audio was not of the highest quality. The bugs Excella had planted may have been cutting edge tech, but with cameras and microphones so small the output could only turn out with a certain measure of clarity. But for the viewing party of two, it was more than enough.

It was late in the evening. Ada Wong was sitting with Excella Gionne in her penthouse office. The windows were darkened. In Ada's hand was her second glass of champagne. And together they were watching porn. A live show.

It was a celebration of sorts. Their super soldier had performed beyond expectations in the field. Now they were watching him perform beyond expectations in the bedroom.Rebecca Chambers'bedroom.

"Got into her bed after only one mission. He works fast." Ada mused, taking a sip from her glass. The champagne was sweet. But not nearly as sweet as what was displayed upon the screens on Excella's desk.

Excella gave a small huff. The smile she wore hadn't faded since what remained of her team returned from Toronto. The combat data had been secured. Ms. Gionne had every reason to be happy.

"What else can you expect from the perfect man?"

It was Ada's turn to snort.

"Perfect, huh?" Ada traced her finger along the rim of her glass. "I'm pretty sure that's subjective. Your perfect man might not be everyone's type."

"I don't hear Ms. Chambers complaining." Excella shot back.

Ada smirked. Her eyes flashed back towards the screen, seeing Rebecca Chamber's delicate, pretty face twisted in exertion, in pleasure. The slight medic was naked, her slender figure glistening with sweat. She was on all fours, clutching at her bedsheets, while a man - Excella's man - loomed behind her. A wall of finely crafted muscle, working in feverish rhythm upon the poor girl. Making her cry and wail with every thrust.

"Hm. It's hard to tell with all that screaming." Ada took another sip. She let the flavor settle in her mouth, savoring it. Just as she savored the lewd display unfolding on screen. "Quite a pair of lungs on her. I never would have guessed. Poor little thing."

Ms. Chambers was shrieking now, her voice cutting through the air even as she buried her face in the bed. Even more thrilling was Dalton's large hand coming down, taking hold of the back of the girl's neck. Pinning her down. Holding her still so he could fuck her deep and good. Ada watched his hips work, watched how they collided with the soft flesh of Rebecca's cute little butt. Chambers had always come off as a girl scout, a goody-goody idealist. But Ada had to admire her now, taking on a man like Dalton.

"Lucky bitch, more like." Excella gave a small, dark laugh.

"That too."

Ada set down her glass of champagne and leaned back in her seat. Beside her, Excella did the same. Both turned their attention back to the show, letting Rebecca's fervent cries fill the silence between them.

No doubt Dalton was fucking her deep. Her shrieks were coming out broken now, the little slip of a girl made into a quivering mess by the brute's savage thrusts. The man's face was pinched in a tight snarl and though the footage was grainy, Ada could see the wild, ravenous hunger in his eyes. It was the face of a man driven only by the need to empty his balls. A beast in rut.

Plap plap plap plap plap, that was the music of perversion coming from Excella's desk speakers. Along with the girl's squeals and the man's rough grunts, it was an ensemble of indecency.Plap plap plap plap plap.

Ada shifted in her seat, feeling a warmth start to bloom deep in her gut. As impressive as Dalton's showing was, young Rebecca Chambers was the real star of the show to her. The girl had more grit than they had given her credit for. She had to, taking on the lusts of a man like Dalton. And Ada couldn't ignore the stab of envy she was feeling then. Her line of work didn't leave much time for dating or flings - and those she had on the job were rarely satisfying.

Rebecca Chambers was getting fucked hard. She was getting fucked good. As rough as Dalton was being... Ada couldn't deny that she wanted a taste of that.

Then came a long, trembling wail. Rebecca Chambers, as they had learned, enjoyed shockingly immodest ecstasy. And it was a joy to witness every time.

What followed was Dalton howling, cursing as he emptied his balls into his lover's tight, little cunt. Though the hidden cameras didn't afford them an up-close view, Ada imagined his scrotum tightening with each shot of seed. Rope after rope after rope of that hot, potent cum, flooding Rebecca's sex, painting her insides white. Ada bit her lip and delighted in the shiver rolling down her spine.

"Imagine if he knocks her up." The raven-haired spy said in a low voice. Her tone was joking, of course. Mostly.

She gave Excella a sidelong glance and saw her wearing a faint smile. Indeed, there was interest written on Ms. Gionne's stunning face. But in the end, Ada's business partner shook her head.

"A fun idea... for another time." Excella finally answered. She took a long sip from her glass of champagne. "Dalton's breeding scenario isn't finalized. And I don't want Ms. Chambers taken out of the field just yet."

"Other plans, I take it?"

There was soft moaning pouring from the live feed now. Both lovers disentangled themselves, with Rebecca falling onto her belly. Dalton flopped onto his back, letting out a long, content sigh. He remained half-hard from what Ada could see, his mighty rod resting against his thigh. Impressive, just like the rest of him.Of courseExcella had more plans for him.

"Combat data sold quickly." Excella finally said. Her smile had grown, spreading wide. "And for an even better price than we estimated. Your cut should be dispersed to your accounts shortly. Tomorrow evening at the latest."

It was fantastic news. But it didn't answer Ada's question. She knew better than to push it, though.

"I have to say... as far as partnerships go... this one has been the most lucrative. Andinteresting." Ada eyes flashed back towards the screen, watching Dalton rest. She admired his nudity, the immaculate perfection of his figure. She watched how his chest rose and fell as he breathed. "It's been a pleasure working with you, Excella."

"That brings me to this next question: would another payday interest you, by any chance?"

Ada was taken aback. She let out a short, startled laugh.

"If my cut is what we agreed, then this last project already has me set for life." This was true. The rational path would take her away from this line of work. But then her gaze flashed back towards the naked man up on screen. Back to his tight body and thatmagnificentcock. "But... suppose Iwasinterested. What sort of job did you have in mind?"

Excella kept her smile and her eyes shined with triumph. Whatever she had in mind, Ada knew she wouldn't be able to say no. Excella had her.

The Ice Queen of Tricell pressed a button on her keyboard. The live feed from Ms. Chambers' apartment blinked away, replaced with footage from the Toronto mission. Grainy CCTV footage from stoplights, street corners, gas stations, all managing to capture John Dalton in action, ripping advanced Lickers apart like they were nothing.

"Our first set of combat data was exceedingly valuable, certainly." Excella said, leaning back in her seat. She crossed her legs, keeping her gaze fixed on the central computer screen. Dalton was breaking a Licker's neck as if it were a toothpick. "Proof of what Tricell-Umbrella super soldiers could do. Against zombies. Against more dangerous creatures. But there are other sorts of adversaries..."

Ada pursed her lips.

"I'm listening."

"I want to collect another set of combat data." Excella answered. Her voice was firm, strong. It was the sort of conviction one had when they'd been planning for some time. "New enemies, new scenario, new environment."

"You want to make things more difficult for your perfect man?" Ada raised a brow, her curiosity rising.

"I want to make things more interesting. Smarter enemies.Humanenemies."

"Enemies that can shoot back." Ada was leaning forward now. The warmth she felt from watching Dalton fuck like a bull in rut had faded. Replaced with keen interest. Hell, she was already seeing the dollar signs. "And for the BOW element?"

Excella thought about it for a moment. Then she smirked.

"Something more challenging than Lickers. EvenadvancedLickers."

The Ice Queen of Tricell hit a button on her keyboard again. The screens flashed back to the live feed from Ms. Chamber's apartment bedroom. Dalton was still on his back - shockingly, it was Rebecca who had recovered first. The lithe medic had found enough strength to drag herself over to him, putting her face right over his groin. She was bobbing her head, up and down, up and down, working her mouth over his cock in a slow, steady rhythm. And Dalton was content to let her. Excella's perfect man looked more than pleased, groaning softly as Rebecca bathed his long, fat cock with her tongue.

Ada swallowed. That pleasant warmth had returned, growing in her belly. Excella was similarly transfixed... though Ada saw more than interest on her partner's face. Clear in Excella's gaze waspride.

"You're really betting it all on Dalton, huh?" Ada prodded.

"A bet means there's a chance Dalton will fail."

"Careful." Ada gave a soft snort. "Keep talking like that and I'm going to think you're in love."

Excella didn't rise to the teasing. Though the flicker of a smile... Ada couldn't miss it.

"So... what sort of proving ground are you sending your golden boy to next?"

Excella took a sip of champagne. She kept her eyes on the screen, her attention held firm by Rebecca gagging around Dalton's cock. The poor thing gagged as she filled her throat with meat. Dalton let out a curse, his fingers tightening in the medic's hair.

Finally, Excella turned to face Ada. Her sharp eyes were bright with wicked fire.

"Africa."

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2.2

Warm rain washed down over her face. Heated tendrils flowed down her body, over her breasts, her belly, down her back, down her legs. The steam continued to rise, thickening the air.

Rebecca sighed. Running her hands through her hair, she swayed lightly on her feet. Turning under the shower head, she let the spray soak every inch of her. The warmth was nice... but there was something missing.

Suddenly the shower curtain was pushed aside, letting in a chill from the outside. Alongside it came a visitor. His presence was large, tall - much taller than Rebecca. The warmth returned quickly as the visitor pressed against Rebecca's back, looming over her. Big, powerful arms wrapped around her waist, over her naked belly. Pulling her closer. Trapping her.

But Rebecca was not afraid.

Lips caressed the back of her head, trailing down to her neck. It feltnice.

"I was wondering when you'd join me." The young medic hummed, leaning back into the visitor's chest. He wrapped his arms tighter, pressing their bodies even closer. Rebecca could feel him prodding at the backs of her thighs, already becoming hard.

Insatiable... even after last night...

"Got a long day ahead of us." John Dalton grunted. His voice was right in her ear, low and deep. The sort of voice to fill a girl's belly with butterflies. "Wanted to catch a few extra winks before work. Not that we got much sleep to begin with..."

He kissed at her neck again, then dipped lower to her collarbone. His hands roamed as well, rising to cup one of her breasts. Rebecca sighed again, doing nothing to stop him.

"All your fault." She reminded him. A tiny gasp left her lips as his fingers grazed over her nipple. "Couldn't keep your hands to yourself."

Dalton chuckled, continuing to let his hands play upon Rebecca's body. His thick fingers sank into soft flesh, fondling and groping as men so often craved. Rebecca shivered at his touch, even amidst the heat of the shower and steam.

"And how do you expect me to do that when you look like you?" He answered, only half-joking. He was harder now. Rebecca could feel that club of meat batting against her buttocks now. She could feel thesizeof him - she still couldn't believe that thing had beeninsideher.

A giggle bubbled up in her throat. Half in disbelief, half in... happiness? Rebecca couldn't quite tell what exactly she was feeling. Dalton was... Rebecca couldn't really call him a good man - he willingly worked for a company like Tricell-Umbrella. He was a mercenary. He was superhuman. God knows what kind of experiments had led to that. But... he had saved her life. Saved Jill's life. Saved the mission.

And she'd fucked him. Or rather, he'd fucked her. And Rebecca had let it happen. Again and again and again...

Two weeks since their little dance in the locker room and now they were... Were they dating? Was this just a fling for him? For her? She'd let him stay overnight. Now they were getting cozy together in her shower.

Dalton was handsome, certainly. He was tall, he was big. He was strong - super strong. And he had a certain charm. Rough around the edges, but the quality was there. Rebecca was attracted. She couldn't deny that. But what she felt for him... Rebecca was unsure. The only thing she knew for certain, standing there in the shower, with his big, strong arms wrapped around her... was that she feltsafe.

Dalton had kept her safe. Maybe that was enough.

She felt his cock jerk slightly, the warm shaft sliding against her mound. Rebecca breathed in, shivering again.

"You know we have to clock in soon." She reminded him.

If she could see his face, she knew she would have seen him smirking. His large hand slid across her chest, getting a handful of her other breast. His touch was heat, even greater than the warm spray. He pulled her tighter to his body, sliding his hard cock into the space between her thighs. Sliding against her sex.

"Then let's make this quick." He told her, drawing his lips to her cheek. He kissed her gently. Teasing her. "Wouldn't want to be late, do we?"

Rebecca didn't argue. Nor did she try to break free from his hold. And why would she?

The feeling of his hands sliding over her body... the feeling of that fat, hard cock of his... she felt him pressing against her now, prodding against her soaking wet mound. Wet from more than just the shower.

Steam filled the room. It was so hot.

- - -

Two weeks since Toronto. Two weeks since Jill almost lost it all in some grimy parking lot in Toronto.

And now she was sitting back in the team briefing room, getting ready for another set of orders that will send her on another dangerous mission. All at the word of a woman she didn't trust and funded by a company that should've stayed dead.

Jill should have been dead, too. Those advanced Lickers had her dead to rights - cornered like injured prey. The only reason she was still breathing was because ofhim.

The BSAA operative frowned at the memory. She remembered her pounding heart, the dread that sank in her stomach like a stone. She remembered the piercing shrieks of those monsters, Umbrella's twisted children. And she rememberedhisgrinning face. She remembered the sight of him standing over a dozen broken bodies - Lickers he had killed with hisbare hands.

She didn't trust John Dalton. Hell, she probably trusted him even less now, knowing he was superhuman. A super soldier on Tricell-Umbrella's payroll - the very thought should have terrified her. But... he had saved her life. He kept Rebecca safe, too.

Jill frowned. Her eyes flickered towards the doors at the back of the room.

Rebecca was late. Rebecca wasneverlate.

There was once a time when Jill would have told herself it was silly to worry. The Spencer Mansion, Raccoon City, and now Toronto... all those nights of horror... theychangedthings. The world was a dangerous place. Jill and Rebecca had fought and bled and survived together. Watching each other's backs... worrying for each other... was the onlysanething to do.

The two former STARS hadn't spoken much since the Toronto debrief. Not wholly unusual - Rebecca had her own life to live, after all. But these last couple weeks, the medic had been practically radio silent.

So, yeah. Jill worried.

The BSAA operative tried to busy her mind with other things. Like the sorry state of the new team.

The losses they'd taken in Toronto had left only Jill and Rebecca as the remaining BSAA personnel on the task force - at least until they got fresh faces from branches overseas. Those spaces needed to be filled... and Tricell-Umbrella was all too willing to offer bodies in uniform.

More mercs taking corporate money. Just the sort Jill could trust to have her back.

She sat apart from them, far in the back of the briefing room. But that didn't mean she wasn't listening.

"Still can't believe the gear they give us." She heard one of the Tricell mercs say. A rookie from the way he spoke, the way he carried himself. He was speaking to two others, men that Jill had seen around base but who hadn't been on the Toronto squad. "Some of the stuff they have in the armory isn't even on the market."

One of the other men chuckled.

"Forget the gear. First paycheck I got I paid off my car and my alimony. More zeros than I've ever seen."

"That's Tricell hazard pay for you." Said the third.

The rookie shook his head. "Turnover can't be that bad."

"Pfft. You heard what happened to the guys they sent to Toronto?"

"Shit. That was us?"

"Have you been living under a rock?" One of the older mercs slapped the Rookie on the back. The rest of the conversation faded into white noise.

Jill held her tongue. There had been some good people on that mission, BSAA operatives like her who didn't make it out of Toronto.Hell, they didn't even make it out of the landing zone...

Tricell-Umbrella dropped the ball on intel, no two ways about it. They sent them into Toronto unprepared and undermanned... if those were indeed mistakes on their part to begin with.

Jill closed her eyes. Frustration welled up again, but she kept a tight lid on those feelings... to the best of her ability.

God. I should have quit the moment we got back. No... I should have quit the moment Tricell picked up the bill.

"If I could have your attention." A voice rang out. Accented, feminine, but sharp and commanding.

Jill opened her eyes and saw that Director Gionne had arrived. Dressed halfway appropriately in a white pantsuit that was probably more expensive than all of the team's gear put together, Excella strode with purpose across the small elevated stage at the front of the room.

The Director moved to the wooden podium, looking like she just stepped off the cover of some fashion mag. Her hair was neat, immaculate, not a strand out of place. The same as her makeup, creams, moisturizers, and who knows what else caked on to give her that angelic glow. Her eyes betrayed her true nature - cold, scrutinizing blue-green bordered by faint mascara. Her gaze cast over the rest of them as if they were ants crawling beneath her four-inch heels.