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Spine-chilling shrill, ear-splitting gunshot, another spine-chilling scream followed by the next thunderous gun shot…those were your numbing white noises that would strangely lull you into a darkened sleep.

What were once days had now become mindless hours. Only the rays of sunlight or moonlight would tell you what the cycle of the day was. Did you really care? Absolutely-fucking-not. It no longer mattered whether it was day or night; you didn’t want to survive either.

All you wanted now was death’s sweet embrace. You wanted those same tormented shrills to desperately escape your happily parted lips. And perhaps your death wish would finally be granted as you saw the cell guards approaching your cell.

You didn’t bother to display a hint of restraint as the two lifted you up by the underarms. You barely had the strength told hold yourself up as you were barely fed and given water. This is a mere purge to ensure your systems only absorb the virus’ full potential you recall the wicked, blonde mastermind explain before he left your cell upon the first day of your arrival.

Though he bore darkened sunglasses, you could still make out a sincere gaze of curiosity before he left. If you were to finally meet with him again before your last breath, you’d already practiced what your final words would be to him.

Through fluttering blinks, you made out where the guards were taking you: in the direction where the familiar screams would resonate throughout the endless hours. A bittersweet smile crept upon your face. You even decided to help the guards by picking up your own feet with whatever energy you drawled up.

The two were slightly taken back, but didn’t complain as you were helping them get their job done.
At last, the metallic door that would lead you to eternal peace was before the three of you. The two used their free arms to push through the door. You didn’t care what unholy sights would behold you or the horrendous reek of dead bodies the room would hold; you simply wanted to join in.

The guards placed you in the center of the room. You carefully knelt to the icy ground floor. You’d memorized the routine as you had previously heard the guards’ harsh instructions to others before you in this room. Your arms were pulled behind you as metallic cuffs restrained your wrists.

“Don’t move until the boss man shows. Move and you’ll instantly regret it.” The two guards vanished into the darkness of the room.

You had dreamt of this moment so the anticipation was daring you to make any movement that would bring you death’s welcoming embrace. But- you still wanted to say a proper farewell to the psychopath ringleader of this very fucked up circus act.

You heard the door behind you rumble as various footsteps soon followed. Finally

“Test patient number 7718, Mr. Wesker,” a voice called out behind you.
No response from Mr. Wesker yet you could calculate just how close they were to you. About five lab coats danced around you before you lifted your hung head.
“Do you have a last prayer to put on your faith, number 7718?” one lab coat questioned as he held a gleaming syringe.
Your eyes ignored all the white coats until they fell on a pair of familiar sunglasses.

The wearer stood at an impressive six foot height. Pale gold strands handsomely adorned warm ivory skin. Unlike the researchers surrounding him, he bore a navy blue long-sleeved dress shirt with a lightened charcoal vest. Both garments beautifully sculpted out the hidden muscles of this quite enchanting beast. His ashened grey slacks too left little to the perverted imagination.
What really caught your eyes was the double holster around his shoulders. Only one holster held a silver weapon.

Through the little filtered light, you burned your gaze into his. You could almost see tiny specks of gold reflect through the sunglasses.
“Rot in the endless pits of Hell,” you spat out to the sunglasses wearer.

The lab coat bearers shared a quite gasp as the sunglasses wearer amusedly smirked down at you.
“Say it like you mean it, my little bug,” he teased.

You wanted to yell every obscenity known to man at this man, but your voice had been spent from that small insult. All you really could do was hold his intense gaze.
“What a shame. Your voice was quite lovely. Now I only hope your screams are just as lovely,” he pulled away from you. Dammit.

“Permission to proceed with the test, Sir?” the syringe was now poking at the side of your neck.
He only nodded as you felt a searing liquid begin to disperse through the prick of the needle.

The intensity of the burning sensation worsened by the second. The pain rushed through every vein in your body. You didn’t want to let out any pitiful whimpers, but you couldn't fight them. Your wrists repeatedly jolted against the restraining cuffs as you desperately wanted to claw away at the traveling pains throughout your body.

“20 seconds left, Sir,” you barely made out through the ear-shattering ringing.
What kind of Hell were they subjecting you and others to? What kind of madness were they partaking in?

“5 seconds.” Five. Scream. Four. Fucking scream. Three. Why won’t I scream! Two. Please scream. One. Please…fucking scream…

The pains subdued as you shuddered through breaths. The continuous ringing came to a sudden stop. Why were you still breathing? This is not what you countlessly wished for all those hours.

“She…she survived. Sir?”
“Impressive. All before you rejected the virus, but looks like you will have the honor to live in my new era for man,” the blonde mastermind proudly smiled.
“N-no,” you shuddered out through breaths.

“Please kill me. I do not wish to be in this world any longer or any worlds after it.”
Moments of silence deafened the room. That is, until the strangely charismatic voice spoke up.
“Leave,” he ordered. The five researchers retreated to only leave you and the man alone in the room.

“Why do you wish death so much, my little lady bug?” you hadn't noticed he had removed his sunglasses as your tired head hung to blankly stare at the ground below you.
“I don’t care about living anymore.”
“You should. You’ve been given a fresh start to greatness by yours truly,” you heard some metallic clinking above you.
“I never asked for it.”
“You didn’t have to; it’s my gift to you.”
“Yet you gifted death to others. Why can’t I have the same?”
“I didn’t freely gift them death, ladybug. I didn’t do it to put them out of misery; they became useless.”
“You are one twisted fuck.”
“Don’t flatter me, deary. But if your only wish is death, well, who am I to deny it?”

The cold tip of metal met with your chin. The coldness guided your head to meet with his eyes. Hazel-green irises beautifully looked down at you. How can this mad bastard be this heavenly?
Your eyes briefly met with the stainless steel weapon below your chin.

“Ah-ah, eyes up here, sweet ladybug,” he instructed as he used the gun’s tip to further tilt your chin upwards.

You couldn’t lie to yourself: if the image of this madman would be the last you saw, you’d be glad it was. He slowly trailed the muzzle of the gun upwards, softly dragging along your lips, nose, and until it heavily pressed against the center of your forehead. His index finger curled around the trigger as you closed your eyes. Finally.

You heard his finger apply pressure to the trigger and release. But…no echoing gunshot. Had you—had you already been given mercy? You opened your eyes and meet with hazel irises once again.
“Forgive me, sweetheart; I forgot to load my gun.” Why?

Your eyes dropped to the floor. His eyes remained on the pitiful sight knelt before him.
“I am not a master of fate so Fate has chosen to keep you alive. For me,” you heard him shuffle.
“What can I possibly offer you?”
“I like pushing people beyond their limits, little lady bug. I’d like to do the same to you,” he was now knelt in front of you.

You slowly lifted your head. You met with his dark eyes; something sinister yet enticing shone from them.
“From this moment forward, you’re my little plaything. There are no safe words, understood?” he pulled out a single key.

You only nodded as he freed your reddened wrists. You softly gasped as you felt his warm lips press against the redness of your wrists.
“Arms around my neck, ladybug.”

You mindlessly obeyed as you swung your arms around his neck, bringing him close to you.
“Good girl.” You involuntarily shuddered upon hearing his husky praise.
What the fuck was wrong with you? Were you seriously getting aroused by this mad man? This mad man that moments ago was holding a fucking gun to your head?

A low laugh escaped his lips as he felt your shudder.
He pushed you back only a bit so that your feet would be grounded. One hand slid behind you to support your back. The other disappeared in between his arm as he pulled out the metallic weapon from before.
You instinctively stiffened to see the weapon. It didn’t take a genius to know that gun held some ferocious power. Your eyes anxiously followed his hand: that was guiding the gun downwards, running down your jittery chest.

The thin white gown did nothing to protect you from the coldness of the steel. Yet it felt soothing against your burning skin. The muzzle continued to descend until it was in between your thighs. Your heart was dying to jump out your chest.
“I’ll be gentle, sweet lady bug,” he whispered as he dragged the muzzle to your very, very sensitive bundle of nerves just above your wildly wet entrance.

A longing whimper tumbled out from your lips as you felt him press the muzzle against your delicate nerves. Deliciously slow circles were traced through the gown. Louder whimpers escaped your parted lips. How-how was this even possible?

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, my little naughty plaything?” his tongue slowly traced along the edge of your ear.
All you could offer were longing whimpers and needy moans as the muzzle continue its pleasuring circles.

He pressed further into your nerves and quickened the pace of the tracing circles. This time, you screamed in pleasurable agony as you felt rushing, ecstatic waves crashing through your body. His lips slithered down to your neck and he delivered soft nips at your neck.
Your fingers found their way into his gold locks as you felt your climax nearing.

“F-Fuck…I-i..” you couldn’t even string out a proper warning.
“Unravel on my gun, my precious plaything,” he sunk his teeth into your warm flesh.

His demand was enough for you to reach your edge. Rough waves rocked through your body as you, indeed, unraveled on the muzzle of his gun. A slick coat of wetness dripped from the muzzle. Countless pants left your parted lips before you felt a strange loneliness against your bundle of nerves. He had pulled away the gun and was perversely admiring your wetting arousal on it.

“You made quite the tasty mess, lady bug. And now I want to see it a second time,” he barely hushed as the muzzle of the gun was being held before your soaking entrance.
“P-please,” you choked out between pants.
“Use your words, my pretty plaything.”

You groaned as you instead unhooked one arm from his neck to then, take a hold of the gun’s barrel and began pushing it into your greedy cunt.
“What a needy plaything I’ve got,” he smirked as he watched your hand do the dirty work.
The further the barrel sunk, the more audible you became. You weren’t sure just how much was inside but it was a nice fill. Your walls clenched around the cooling metal as he began to set a slow pace of pushing in and out. Your hand curled back behind his neck as lewd sounds resonated from in between your thighs.
You cried out when his pace suddenly quickened. His warm lips crashed against yours as he caught every muffled moan emitting from you. He expertly angled the barrel of the gun slightly upwards so that the front sight of it enhanced the pleasure.

Your abdomen furiously flexed as your walls further clenched around the weapon. The mixture of whines and moans continued to be muffled by the heated kiss amongst the two of you. Your fingers once again entangled themselves in his soft golden strands. You felt him groan against your lips as he continued his hastened pace, knowing your climax would come soon.

“What a good, little plaything you are. So good at taking in my dangerous firearm in your pretty pussy. Now imagine it’s me inside that pretty pussy of yours, my sweet lady bug,” he groaned between the kiss.

His teasing, praising words sent uncontrollable trembles throughout your body. Your swollen lips barely brushed against his as you could only choke out soft whimpers. Your nearly-shut eyes struggled to maintain with his hooded hazel gaze.
“W-Wesker…I-i,” you weakly panted.
“Cum for me, my pretty plaything.”

His final command perfectly sent you over the edge. You cried out his name one final time before your climax peaked. Your fingers dragged along his clothed back, your nails digging into the velvety fabrics. Your dripping entrance hopelessly milking the empty firearm. Oh how you wish it were really him your needy cunt was milking for those surreal moments.

He slowly pulled out the barrel and lifted it up to his mouth. Strings of your arousal deliciously clung from the tip. His hungry tongue ran across those strings. You wanted to feel disgusted, but instead, you felt your tired core tighten around emptiness. Barely audible moans managed to stutter from your lips as you watched his tantalizing tongue clean up your mess.

“Oh my precious plaything, do you want more?” his hazel eyes flickered to a ruby red for a split moment.
You tiredly pressed your lips against his for a second. That was all the confirmation he needed before he tossed aside the magnum. He gently pinned you to the cold floor beneath the two of you. His hands rested on your slightly trembling knees as he pried open your equally trembling legs.

“Remember, pretty lady: there are no safe words,” you heard the unbuckling of his slacks.
“N-need you in-inside of me. N-need to be f-filled up by y-you,” you moaned out as you saw him remove both his dress shirt and vest.

“Oh my darling plaything, you’ll forever be for myentertainment.”

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It had been what you assumed was a week since your proper meeting with your wickedly handsome captor. The bastard was mad, but you couldn’t help your pathetic-self from indulging in his twisted experiments.
After your first test, you were surprised to see that the virus caused no nasty side effects or any effects at all; you just felt like how you always did: normal. But you had a feeling that would soon change as you had overheard some of the researchers murmuring something about a “special” assessment the crazed mastermind had planned for his favorite test subject.

“All I know is he asked for complete discretion about this assessment. Which leads me to believe that this won’t be a typical poke-and-go test,” a pretty brunette researcher lowly muttered to her lab partner as they both walked past your cell.
“I also heard that whatever we see go down must not spread like a wildfire,” a strawberry blonde researcher replied to her brunette companion.

Your replayed memory was abruptly interrupted as you heard the familiar jingle of keys approaching your cell. The guards.
“Subject 7718?” one of them asked as they stood at front of your cell.
You simply lifted your wrist and turned it downside to reveal an etched ‘7718’ across it.
“You’ve been requested by Mr. Wesker to meet him at the grand room,” the other guard briefly explained as he unlocked your cell.
Oh yeah, something big was definitely going down in that room.

Once the sliding door was fully opened, both guards stood by the side. Guess they weren’t escorting you this time.
“Our orders were to simply open your cell and deliver his invitation,” almost as if he read your inner thoughts.
Was this part of his assessment: to see whether you’d run or stay?

Before you could mentally answer your own question, your feet moved on their own; you had left your cell and were making your way to the grand room. You took one quick glance behind your shoulder to see the two guards still at bay by your cell. Guess you’ve already decided your fate.

You pushed past the bronzed door. The grand room was a complete 360 from the first room you were taken to a week ago: it was brightly lit and very well kept. What really caught your eyes was there was a lone stainless steel lab table in the center of the room. Almost directly in front of the table was a two-way glass window. You couldn’t see past the crystal, but you had a feeling that whoever was on the other side could perfectly observe your every movement.

Your head rapidly turned as you heard the door being creak open. You already knew who it was, but you couldn’t help the barely quieted gasp spilling from your lips as the beaming lights bounced of his golden strands.
“I knew you wouldn’t decline my invitation, my pretty plaything,” he grinned as he closed the door behind him.
Smug ass bastard.

“Be a deary and step onto the table,” he briefly squeezed your shoulder before walking past you.
You were highly tempted to defy his quite polite command, but you had a feeling you’d be harshly reprimanded so you obeyed. You planted both feet on the icy metal table top as you brought your knees up.
“I’m sure you’ve figured out this is a new assessment, my little ladybug. But- I will warn you that this assessment will be like no other. Oh and we do have an audience,” he gestured to the glass in front of you that only provided your reflection. So there was someone behind that crystal…fuck.

“So she’s his favorite lab rat? Figures since she’s the first to survive the first dose of the virus,” the pretty brunette from before spat. She and a few other researchers were on the concealed side of the window.
“My question is: is he going to administer a second dose?” the strawberry blonde cocked her head to side.
“Maybe that’s why he summoned us here; this would be first of it happening so we really don’t know what can happen.”

As you continued to ponder who was stood at the opposite side of the window, you were snapped out of your pondering thoughts as the blonde mastermind now stood to the side of you. You noticed the sleeves to his navy blue dress shirt were rolled up a little past his elbows. The smoothness to his ivory toned forearms made you silently curse to yourself as you didn’t want to fantasize how your nails would cling to them as he mercilessly railed you.
“Don’t worry, my ladybug; you’ll soon have the opportunity to hold onto me,” he grinned once more.
Damn this cocky bastard.

“As you have survived the first dose of the virus, I’ve taken the liberty to administer a second dose. I won’t lie to you: this would be the first time I’ll be trying this. Understand that you may or may not survive this.”
Well, you once upon a time wished for death, but now…you were silently praying you’d survived this second dose…for him.
“For this second dose, I’d figure a direct application would be best. No need for slow injections. This time-“ he cut himself off as he appeared in front of you in a blink of an eye.
“You’ll be receiving the dose from yours truly,” his hazel gaze glimmered with an intense desire.

You had a faint idea as to how he planned to apply this dose as you felt a sudden heat bubble in your stomach and in between your thighs. You kept quiet as you continued to hold his lustful eyes.
“I promise to not hurt you too badly, my pretty ladybug,” he whispered as he ran the back of his warm hand on your blushed cheek.

You instinctively leaned into his tender touch and let out a soft sigh. His eyes momentarily softened before his fingers gripped your the sides of your jaw.
“Don’t get too comfortable, deary. What comes next may not be so pleasurable…or maybe it will be,” he hushed against your ear before letting go of your jaw.

He knelt before you as he used one hand to part your legs. He tilted just enough for you to be able see your reflection on the clear window.
“We have to give them a clear view to document the results of this experiment,” his lips gingerly brushed against your unsteady pulse.
Before you could protest, your eyes widened as you witnessed inky-like tendrils slither down from his left arm. The tendrils were a little intimidating as you felt yourself stiffen with how slowly yet eagerly they were descended from his rolled up sleeve. You broke your trance from them as you met with his hazel eyes.
“Don’t be scared, my ladybug; I’ll keep my word to not hurt you too much,” he pressed a light kiss to your forehead.

He brought himself to be in between your parted legs as his non-tendriled hand trailed across your collarbone. You involuntarily shuddered at feeling his fingers. He took it as a sign to continue his trail down your chest, abdomen, stomach, and finally rest just above where you really craved his touch. Your hips bucked up to want to create some friction with his resting hand. He shook his head as he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the sudden coldness his lingering hand left.

“Don’t be so greedy yet, my pretty plaything. Have patience and I’ll happily reward you,” his right hand rested on the front of your shoulder.
He then brought his tendriled arm and hand to your face. Your eyes flickered over to the lively tendrils. They individually explored your cheeks before dipping down to your jaw. You hitched your breath as you felt how they softly coiled around your hammering pulse. They enclosed around your throat and applied a very light pressure. You could still comfortably swallow, but you also felt the unbearable heat between your legs shoot up to your chest. You brought your knees together and squeezed your thighs together; not wanting him to see just how aroused you really were.

“Like the feeling of this, my little lady bug? he sweetly purred as he caught your reaction.
“Then you’re really like what comes next.”
The tendrils released their grip around your throat as they proceeded to wander down your heaving bosom. It almost felt unnerving how they tickled along your abdomen and into your navel. The urge to laugh was erased when his once resting hand began to part your legs.
“Need better access here, darling plaything,” his hand pressed against the side of your left knee, forcing that folded leg down to the cool table top.

The tendrils crawled further down, past your navel and snaked their way to your heated core. Just as they were about to slither down your oh-so-sensitive bundle of nerves just about your core, your right hand shot up to grasp onto his tendriled forearm.
“Wesker, w-wait,” you stuttered out.
“Don’t make me beg, my pretty ladybug,” he innocently cooed.
“I’m not comfortable about being watched,” your eyes swipe over to the mirror behind him.
“You’ll soon forget they’re there,” he brought his free hand up to your cheek.

He tilted your face to meet with his before leaning in and catching your lips with his. The kiss was too intoxicating so you let go of his forearm and curled it around his neck to bring him closer to you. You felt his smile as he deepened the kiss which caused you to audibly moan.

“I feel like we shouldn’t be observing anymore,” the pretty brunette spoke as she felt her cheeks flush.
“He instructed us to watch every step of this procedure so no turning back now,” her blonde companion too felt her cheeks burn.

He pulled away and you whined in response, wanting him closer to you again.
“Ready for the administration, my plaything?” he sweetly smiled as the inky tendrils hovered above your now wet entrance.
You only nodded and that was his permission to push forward. The tendrils began to slowly fill you where you really ached. You felt how each one wiggled freely, trying to understand why your soaked walls began to clench around them.
You threw your head back at how strangely good they filled you. But you felt a hand push your head forward as you once again meet his hooded hazel eyes.
“Eyes on me, naughty plaything. I want see just how much you enjoy this,” he dropped his hand down to your bundle of nerves.

As his fingers began a steady circling motion to your nerves, the tendrils began to push in and out of your squeezing cunt. You stopped yourself from squeezing your eyes shut as you recalled his previous command. Your chest rose and dropped at an uneven pace as countless moans spilled from your parted lips. Upon hearing your needy noises, he quickened both his fingers and tendrils paces. A scream tore from your throat as your walls further hugged the pistoning tendrils.
“Such a good girl for me,” he seductively purred.

Your vision began to blur as both his fingers and tendrils worked you closer to your impeding climax. With what little concentration you had, your hips began to meet with the tendrils’ relentless pace. The added pleasure nearly caused you to spill right there and then, but you bit your lower lip…hard.
“Always greedy for more. Such a filthy slut you are, my little plaything,” he growled into your ear.

His degrading praise had you trembling as you felt a spring in your stomach wanting to burst at any given second. Your hips lost their rhythm as you lowered yourself down to the table and allowed the pleasure to you consume wholly. Choked out whimpers and moans combined with the lewd sounds of in between your legs were impossible to ignore for the researchers behind the tinted window.
“What the fuck do we even write down?” a jet-black researcher felt his own arousal of what he was witnessing.
“S-she’s handling this second dosage well?” the strawberry blonde felt how unbearable sticky her panties were becoming.

The tendrils thrusted themselves further into your needy cunt. They began to mindlessly bump into your G-spot. Your eyelids shot down as another agonizing, but pleasurable scream rasped out of your tired throat.
“T-too m-much, Wesker. G-gonna…ahh,” you whimpered as the internal spring was holding onto a thread.
“Just a little longer, my sweet ladybug; you’re doing so well,” he softly whispered as he brought up his thumb to swipe away at the beading sweat drops on your forehead.

Your knees began to uncontrollably shake as you weren’t sure you could last another second. Only scattered whimpers left your quivering lips as the tendrils still pumped into your incredibly messy core. The spring threatened to burst right there and then so you gave your final warning.
“P-please,” you whimpered as you brought a shaky hand onto his forearm.
“Take every drop of my fill then, my precious plaything.”

He crashed his lips onto yours and that was your undoing. The spring was finally released as you desperately called out his name against his lips. Your eager walls gave one last pulse as they began to milk the inky tendrils that continued their erratic rhythm within you.
Your were reduced to only whimpers as you rode out the final moments of your climax. The whimpers were his undoing as the tendrils twitched before they began to spurt out searing hot liquid within you. You barely moaned as you felt how each spurt deliciously coated your walls.

“Such a good girl at taking my load. You were made for me and only me,” he rasped as he could feel everything the tendrils did.
The final spurt caused the searing liquid to ooze out of your tired core. A perverse thought crossed his mind as his tendrils lazily pulled out, collecting both your release and the remains of the liquid.
“Open up, pretty girl,” the tendrils now wiggled in front of your parted lips, coated in the mixture of your release and the searing liquid which was an eerily inky color as well.

Still, you obeyed as the tendrils snuck into your mouth. Without meaning to, you hollowed your cheeks and began sucking on them. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched how you expertly cleaned his tendrils.
“You want me ruin you, don’t you, you greedy slut?” his hazel eyes flashed to a scarlet red hue.
You slowly nodded your head as your lips remained clasped around the wiggling tendrils exploring the inside of your wet mouth.
A feral-like growl rumbled from his chest as his eyes darted behind him to the two-way window.

“You’d all best take your leave now if you know what’s fucking good for you,” he used his free hand to begin undoing his slacks.

You both heard the hurried scampers leaving behind the window. He brought his full attention back to you.
“Think you can handle two loads at once, my naughty plaything?” his teeth gently grazed the shell of your ear.
“Wesker,” you sweetly whimpered.
“I’ll take that as a yes then,” he lowly muttered as you felt the slick tendrils pop out of your mouth.

They snaked their way back to your once again eager cunt, but you also felt his hardened length gently tap against your entrance.
“W-Wesker,” you mewled out as your entrance clenched around nothing…yet.
“Remember, my perfect little slut: my name is not a safe word,” he hushed into your ear before plunging both his throbbing length and tendrils into you.

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A bothersome soreness awakened you from a calming nap. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the warming sunlight cracking through the still-shut blinds. You found yourself laid out on a king-sized bed and with a light weight blanket covering your lower body. As you came to your senses, you realized the ongoing soreness emitted from your right ankle. There was a beige colored elastic bandage carefully wrapped around your ankle. You smiled as you recalled just how that bandage came to be.

“My apologies for being a little rough with you, my little ladybug,” his hazel eyes fondly met with yours as he made sure to not wrap the bandage too tightly.
“Can’t say I didn’t enjoy that extra roughness though,” you jested through the pain.
“Of course you did; you were made for me, my devious plaything,” he smirked as he finished applying the bandage.

Before you could remark, he swooped you off the ground and held you in his strong arms. You couldn’t help, but to lovingly fawn up at him: this man had just rearranged your guts, but in the process, also, indirectly, caused you to sprain your ankle when you attempted to walk from his earlier rough ruining. When your palms were about to meet with the ground, he caught you a split second before your palms were to be stinging from the impact.

“Silly girl, you should have known better. Stay put meanwhile I grab a bandage and ice pack,” he lowered you down and made sure to have your ankle resting a position it wouldn’t further swell before he left to grab the healing items.

And here you were now: resting in his master bedroom, bandaged up, and feeling like a spoiled princess. You never thought he’d show a drop of compassion as you were once one of his various test subjects, but the fact you had survived two doses of his virus, that definitely deemed you as his favorite test subject. Him wanting to senselessly ruin you was just a fun bonus to being his favorite.

You pushed the blanket off and tested the waters of your sore ankle. You brought both knees together all while having both feet planted on the mattress. You swung both feet off to the edge of the mattress and braced for when they would meet with the wooden floor beneath you. You pushed yourself off the bed and expected to immediately stumble upon applying pressure to your ankles, but there was no immediate pain. You stood there in wordless amazement before you heard the door creak open.

“Oh, you’re awake. Good,” he softly spoke as he closed the door behind him.
“I—I feel no pain,” you quietly confessed as you gave your ankle a few twirls.
“Ah, thank the virus for that, my little ladybug; it helps the body regenerate from any injuries rather quickly,” he pridefully smiled to see just how well his creation was treating you.
“Let me extend my thanks to you and your team since you’re the ones who created the virus,” you walked towards him with a vixen-like grin.
“Easy there, silly girl. I don’t recommend you to pull any dangerous stunts just yet,” his gaze lowered to yours as you now stood before him.
“Please?” you sweetly begged as you gingerly placed your hands on his shoulders.
“It hasn’t been two hours and you’re still being a needy little plaything?” he chuckled as he brushed aside a strand of your silky hair away from your pink-dusted face.
“Time isn’t my master; you are,” your hands softly cupped his face.

He visibly stiffened upon hearing your plead. His hazel irises blazed into a burning scarlet red hue as his hands dropped down to your waist.
“Say it again, my plaything. Say who this body and soul belongs to,” he growled before dipping his head to the side of your neck and began to sink his teeth into your beating pulse.
“A-Ah, I-i only belong t-to you, Wesker,” you unabashedly moaned as your hands curled behind his neck and pushed him closer to you.
“Damn straight you do, my greedy slut,” his hand slipped underneath your cotton panties as two fingers were immediately plunged inside your soaked, spongy walls.

He pushed and pulled his fingers in an unforgiving pace as your greedy walls further sucked in his fingers with each brutal pump. Scattered, needy moans left your plush lips as he continued to mercilessly ruin your greedy cunt with his precise fingers.
“Look at you: on the verge of losing yourself and I’m only using my fingers. You really are a pathetic whore, my pretty plaything,” he sweetly degraded as his lips caught yours in a frenzied kiss.
“P-please,” you gasped out between the shared kiss.
“Say what you really want, my little ladybug,” his hand free hand had began to undo the buttons of his dress shirt as his other hand continued to bittersweetly abuse your aching core.
“Y-you. I want you,” you choked out as you felt a familiar spring threatening to burst at any given second.
“Want me to fuck my pretty plaything’s pretty pussy until it’s full and dripping of my cum?” he sweetly crooned as he popped the last button of his navy blue dress shirt.
“Y-yes. It’s all yours to fuck as much as you want,” you mewled as your knees threatened to give out.
“That’s my good girl. Now, cum for me, you greedy slut,” his free hand now wrapped around your throat; applying a comfortable pressure.

His command was enough to send you over the edge. Your climax left your body shaking and had your wet walls continuously constricting around his still pumping fingers. Some of your slickness ran down his palm as he pulled away his fingers as you came down from your heavenly high.

“Always gushing for me. You are my perfect plaything, my little ladybug,” his fiery red eyes held your hooded gaze as his tongue swiped over your sweet release on his palm.
You couldn’t help, but to whimper as you perversely watched him clean up the mess you left on his bare hand.
“Don’t worry, your mouth will soon be stuffed as well, my pretty plaything,” the fire in his eyes further burned as he used his now clean hand to undo the belt and button of his ashened slacks.

Aching heat engulfed both your face and core as he freed himself from his slacks. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him naked from the waist down, but seeing his bare, hardened, ready-to-fuck length always rendered you speechless.

Your entranced state was broken when he spoke.
“I take you like what you see? Good because we’re trying something new, little ladybug,” he devilishly grinned as his hands curled under your underside as he picked you up.

You were brought to the wall beside you as he held you there. Your back firmly pressed against the wall as one hand remained cupping your underside as his other hand was brought to your lips.
“Open up, pretty girl,” he purred as various, inky tendrils slithered down from the sleeve of his shirt.

You immediately parted your lips to allow the sleek tendrils enter your awaiting mouth. Your lips gently sealed in the lively tendrils as he aligned his erection against your wetting entrance.
“Such a good girl. Does she want to be filled in both of her eager holes?” he growled as he began to rub his aching length in between your equally aching folds.
You only nodded as your mouth was full of him.
“Then take it like the perfect plaything you are…for me,” was the last command he gave before he rammed his erection into your welcoming heat.

Your back arched from the wall as his throbbing length deliciously split you. The wiggly tendrils began to piston inside your watering mouth. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders as his demented yet precise thrusts had the head of his cock finely bruising your cervix. His other hand gripped onto your underside as he continued his diligent pace.
“F-fuck, look at how well you take me, my plaything. So pretty with both your holes filled with me. Such a fucking good girl,” he groaned as his thumb found your swollen clit.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he began to rub your clit until it felt achingly raw. Your seeping walls clenched around his unresting cock as he cursed again, his tip still bumping into your g-spot.
“You like being my suited, cock-drunk slut?” he degradingly teased as his thumb further pressed into your tortured clit.

Small slivers of drool trailed down from the corners of your lips as you only nodded at him. The tendrils kept your mouth occupied as he still fucked your now gushing pussy.
“Say it. Say who’s making you feel this fucking good,” he groaned as his teeth grazed your shoulder, up to your hammering pulse.

The tendrils popped out of your mouth as you gladly obeyed his command.
“Y-you’re making m-me feel fucking g-good, Wesker,” you panted through stuttered breaths.
“Good girl. Now open up for me again,” this time the inky tendrils were shoved into your already stuffed core.

The stretch ripped a raw scream from your throat as both the tendrils and his unbelievably hardened cock rocked the absolute fuck out of you. Now that your lips were free, only choked attempts of his name left them.
“Keep saying my name and I’ll be sure to leave you filled to the brim with my cum. Does my naughty plaything want that?” he teased he left purpled-reddish marks on your neck.
“I-I’m c-close,” your eyes squeezed shut as your next orgasm was drawing close.
“Stay with me for a little longer, my little ladybug?” his lips found yours.

You moaned into the kiss as you did your best to hold back your orgasm. But both the tendrils and his cock continued to drag against your tightening walls; the further they pushed in, the more they were greedily pulled in. His thumb continued its circling motion as your engorged clit was a dripping mess. The undying pleasure was too much for you and your tired body.
“C-can’t hold back a-anymore,” you frantically tore away from the kiss to give your final warning.
“Ready for my loads, you needy slut?” he felt his release threatening to burst as well.

You nodded one last time. Both of your climaxes shattered through the both you. Your legs caged him in as you repeatedly called out his name. Your squeezing walls happily milked his cock as it painted those gummy walls white with his seed. The tendrils also spurted its release onto your now white walls. Your nails shredded through the velvety fabrics of his dress shirt, leaving angry red marks across his back.

The moment the last combined spurt hit your tiring walls, your body instantly gave out as you barely held your wet eyes open. His tendrils vanished back into him as he brought you close to him. He, himself, was completely drained, but still had enough energy to bring you the king-sized bed. He laid down on his back, hissing ever so slightly as the redden marks made contact with the comforter. You laid on top of him, head resting on his heaving chest. Eyes repeatedly fluttering as you struggled to listen to his unsteady heart beats. Damn- you did number on him.

“Let’s see how long it takes you recover from this, little ladybug,” he jested he softly kissed the crown of your head.
You weakly groaned as you brought your index finger to his mouth.

“Shush, you wicked beast. Sleep now,” you finally shut your eyes as you felt his lips press against your finger.
“But I’m all set for round two,” he gently nipped your finger.

Your eyes tore open as you actually lifted your head up to meet his now hazel eyes.
“If only looks could kill, my pretty girl,” he chuckled, amused at your attempt at a menacingly glare.
You rolled your eyes as you set your head back against his sweat-glistening chest.

“You’re a crazed bastard, Wesker,” you sighed before you admitted defeat to sleep.
“Perhaps and yet here you still are. For me, my forever plaything,” he hushed as he too admitted defeat to sleep. Both of you knowing that whatever crazy relationship you’ve built between the two of you, was far from over. Not that you minded: you were his just as much as he was yours. And that—was the most dangerous stunt you dared to pull.