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Resident Evil EX	By : OmegaXIII Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 37648 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, nor any of the characters from said franchise. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The avatar had reached the mansion.

The source of the mother virus had needed time to traverse the wood and avoid the more ravenous mutants that would devour pretty much anything, but the avatar was now there along with the ill-fated rescue team. The blood-tinted parasite had crept into the abandoned deathtrap sometime after their inane decision to separate and was quick to track down the buxom woman it had bitten. This proved to be a simple task what with how her new pheromones were thick in the air. The avatar took to the putrid ventilation ducts and was present to witness the blue-clad veteran's first torrid encounter with the undead. The sapient parasite had watched the professional woman's predictable resistance crumble to dust, morphing into cautious submission and then into wanton acceptance.

The encounter was soon over in passionate moans and haunting croaks that preceded a much more permanent death for the three zombies. The now lucid operative had not known what was happening and nervously asked important questions aloud while she examined the bodies. This made it evident that this woman had not known about the mutant viruses, not the manmade one that made zombies and monsters and not the primeval one that had taken root in her bloodstream. The avatar knew now that these people were not with the company. That traitor in their ranks must have deceived them into taking part in the mansion simulation he had proposed numerous times before having his teacher assassinated.

The avatar possessed enough consciousness to theorize that the zombies were too weak to withstand direct exposure to the pheromones that beckoned them. The natural viral strains, like the mother and progenitor, had never reacted well with the more radical manmade variants that had been spliced into being and harvested since the avatar was created. The other reanimated corpses would likely have the same reaction, but the avatar pondered what would happen once the woman discovered one of the more deliberate abominations. The traitor on their team would not enact this plan without releasing the mass-produced monsters hidden in the basement. The wicked parasite oddly looked forward to that.

The determined woman was quick to recover and soon moved on to tempt the ravenous canines that roamed in and around the mansion. The avatar meanwhile crept deeper into the narrow ventilation ducts and pipe work that connected every part of the derelict death house. The service ducts made it possible to build an awareness off the various scents and sounds that flowed from each room of the mansion. The place had become not unlike a zoo at this point.

The reanimated zombies numbered in the dozens and occupied most parts of the mansion, but most were trapped and too dumb to work a doorknob. The mutant apes and monstrous toads that escaped the other complex must have crossed the wood and now roamed the more remote parts of the estate. A remnant of the leech swarm had also survived, making the journey to the mansion and settling somewhere warm and humid to rebuild the nest and repopulate. The hive mind was still present, but operated on animal instinct now that their crazed creator was not there acting as the cornerstone.

The avatar pondered on how it could take command of the hive mind and what happened to that other young woman when the avatar came across an unexpected sight. One of the rare zombies still able to roam the mansion tried in vain to break down a thick pine door to what seemed to be a random room. The door was not about to cave and its miserable moans echoed down the corridor. The curious parasite was about to slip around into the room to see what the zombie wanted when the door was thrown open and someone new stepped into view: a young woman clad in an olive drab uniform.

This one was more on the petite side than her buxom counterpart, possessing more moderate curves that were proportionate with her compact build. The rookie cop was not like her more severe counterpart. This one was more on the cute side and boasted a pixie-like innocence that belied the militant patches sewn into her sleeves. Her milk chocolate mane complimented the expressive green gaze she narrowed at the zombie in that moment with pronounced irritation. The avatar noted the vicious red bite mark that marred her ankle and the pheromones that hovered around the olive-clad teen like an ethereal aura. The girl could have raised her sidearm and put the zombie down without even token resistance, but the avatar was pleasantly surprised when she stepped back and allowed the zombie access to the room.

Once more, the avatar knew amusement and pondered on how the two women would react to one another or how the zombies and monsters would pursue two prizes.

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"Get in here, idiot..." Rebecca Chambers sighed as the persistent zombie stumbled into the room and she slammed the door once more. The room was set up like a clinic stocked with assorted medical supplies and equipped to perform low-end lab work. The lit microscope on the table and an open notepad made it evident she had been committed to her own work. The room was built for privacy, soundproofed to keep out the random noises one would have heard in an occupied mansion. This had allowed the medic to work in relative peace, pouring over scavenged notes and blood samples taken from a couple zombies and her own arm. The rookie would be getting back to that once she took care of the zombie that had come knocking at her door like some undead suitor.

"I can't work with all that noise." the olive-clad medic berated the vacant cadaver as her medical kit and weapon belt were removed and thrown onto the cot across the room. The rookie cop moved to her pants next. The tattered trousers were kicked across the room and the petite woman stood there in her boots and camo-print underwear. The revenant did not move even when the cotton panties flew past its head. The medic cocked a hip as the zombie moved toward her with blind lust and briefly pondered the exact moment she started to accept this. There was sure to be someone out there that would appreciate zombie slut on a resume.

Had someone ever told her she would be overpowered and fucked the rookie would have been insulted. Had someone told her she would consent to it she would have punched them in the throat. Had someone told her it would involve zombies she would have been too perplexed to be violent or sarcastic. That morning, the rookie had thought zombies were a tired horror trope and zombie sex as a concept would have probably sounded like terrible theme porn up until their helicopter went down.

Rebecca learned that zombies were not so impossible when she arrived at the mansion and one of those clawed zombies proved it on the nearest table. The rookie wanted to be sick once it was over and tried to track down the nearest toilet. That trip led her into a couple more zombies and even more sex that turned out to be not all that terrible. At this point, it was easier to submit than waste ammo on them. There were bigger mutants out in the woods.

Rebecca sized the zombie up as it entered her personal space and knew that this one would take some work. The revenant towered over the petite medic and was built like a tank. The militant crew cut and toned physique gave her the impression that he must have been one of the watchmen housed at the mansion. The medic noted the ammo box on his own kit belt. It was no surprise that this one proved more assertive as it reached around to squeeze her pert rear and crushed its crotch into her pelvis. Rebecca moaned as rough denim scrapped over her moist quim and smirked at the wide lump trapped therein.

"Need some help with that?" the medic quipped as she dropped to her knees and made quick work of the obstructive belt and zipper. The zombie quaked as its monstrous cock popped out of its underwear and its petite prize knelt there in dumbstruck awe. The dark-skinned pole had to be over nine inches and wide as a summer sausage. The anxious rookie swallowed as it took both hands to wrap around it. The reanimation disease either caused the extremities to swell or the poor bastard had been thoroughbred. The rookie suddenly suspected she might be the one to need help.

The zombie moaned more as the girl wrapped her mouth around its cockhead and manicured hands moved to work the shaft. The self-proclaimed zombie slut worked quick and in no time had the mammoth meat covered in copious saliva. That assertive streak kept up as the zombie reached into her chocolate mane and moved to make her to take it deeper. The rookie had no problem with that; determined as she was to make it cum as soon as possible and return to her work. The fact that dominance in her men turned her on like nothing else was just icing on the cake.

Rebecca moaned like a whore around the awesome meat as it was shoved deeper and deeper into her narrow throat. Rebecca tried hard not to choke as she swallowed the zombie cock, but it had much more girth than what the medic was used to and the revenant wasn't about to be tame with it. Rebecca tried to prepare as the zombie drew its swollen pride back over her lips and slammed it back in with an aggressive snarl.

Her mind went white and she saw stars as the zombie cock was skewered down her throat all at once. The revenant wasted no time as it pulled in and out at a rapid pace. The medic choked as the thick cock allowed her little room to breathe and its owner seemed determined to fuck her throat raw. The young prodigy had theorized that the zombies must have retained the habits and kinks of their predecessors. This one saw no reason to make the moment last and went for maximum penetration from the start. Not even a minute passed before the proud prick started to twitch in her throat.

The zombie watchman demonstrated a second kink as it ripped its cock out of her throat and moved one hand to pump it while the other held her head in place. The rookie smiled at that and opened her mouth in anticipation. The zombie's seed came quick and hard. The earliest shots were aimed true at her mouth while the next several went wide. There must have been six or seven more spurts that struck her nose and two or three at the end that covered her breasts. The zombie produced so much spunk the medic was not sure how to process it. The copious amount that covered her could be measured in cups and the zombie cock still stood erect like a telephone pole.

Once more, that was not a problem.

The cum-covered medic smirked as she stood and sauntered over to the cot. The sizeable zombie looked on as its prize laid back on the mattress and spread her quim with the most torrid smile. The medic noted the assertive streak the zombies demonstrated as it moved toward her. The zombie slut was curious as to what drove them to dominate prospective mates even when met with submission and even consent. The basic human instinct to procreate had to be connected and it could be theorized that it mutated with the zombies. The rookie knew it did not matter as the mammoth brute came to tower over her and seized her waist with bestial purpose. The one-time watchman knew what it wanted and was not about to be subtle about it.

Rebecca moaned and damn near screamed as the spit-smeared cock skewered her to the hilt in one solid thrust. Their small room echoed with a moist crack as their hips struck one another. The aroused zombie let out an uneven moan as her tight inner muscles worked to smother its prominent prick. The medic cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as her newest lover punished her. The revenant cock felt even more swollen as its punched past her cervix and kissed her womb. The medic had never been more full than in that moment. The zombie was so much more sizeable than numerous men and even the oversized plastic embarrassment she kept in a drawer next to her bed.

"Come on! Give it to me!" Rebecca panted as the zombie hammered her sore quim with ever more desperation. The medic was sure the zombie knew on some level it would not survive one more orgasm and was determined to make the most of it. The cadaver's nails bit into her bruised hips as it worked to achieve even more depth and one could almost see the strain in its labored breath. The medic gripped the sheets as the zombie slid her body over the bed to skewer her on its cock. Her pelvis was battered under the untamed eagerness of its thrusts. Her budding theories on instinct went out the window as euphoria seemed to flood her brain and all she could think about was how good this was.

The thoroughbred zombie kept up the commendable pace over the next couple minutes and never once slowed down. The rookie ceased to participate and allowed the zombie to do as it pleased. The zombie slut was content to ride it out while she could. The zombies were like animals when it came to sex without pride or shame to be concerned about. This one was not out to impress the poor girl nor was it worried about its own prowess. This well-endowed zombie was determined to breed or outpace the competition, but was too dumb to realize there was no point.

Rebecca knew it was over once the assertive zombie slipped into an uneven pace and its swollen cock dove even deeper. The rookie felt her core tremble as the mammoth cock drew out and slammed back home like a salami-sized piston. The one-time watchman proved to have much more stamina compared to the other zombies encountered elsewhere on the estate. The monolithic zombie carried on like this for what must have been two minutes more before its prowess was pushed to the limit and the encounter came to an end.

The revenant skewered its petite prize as deep as it could and let loose the most vicious moan as its thick seed poured into her womb. The thick spurts coated her core like lava and the poor girl cried out in sweet climax as the zombie continued to milk its monstrous cock. The rookie laid awestruck as her bloated womb overflowed and the excess cum poured out onto the thin mattress. The undead brute got in a couple more thrusts as the pheromones took root and its heart exploded.

The twice-dead cadaver fell forward onto the cot and atop its fatal prize. The rookie smiled in spite of the shame and torment someone like her should have been experiencing in this moment. That said, with how many other zombies had fucked her silly and dropped dead after popping, it was not hard to dismiss or even mock it at this point.

Rebecca laid there for the moment, basking in the afterglow until her own climax subsided and then shoving the expired zombie off the cot like a sack of potatoes. The immense heat in her blood thinned out and her attention went back to the microscope across the little room. The depraved passion dissipated as she became anxious to resume her work. The medic was quick to recover, using the sink in the corner to clean up the thick cum that covered most of her skin. Her olive drab uniform was collected and replaced with practiced speed. The rookie made sure there would be no reason for someone to suspect what happened once the musk thinned out. The last piece of the illusion was to redress and remove the thoroughbred zombie.

This proved quite the task, moving someone twice her size, but the revenant was soon deposited it a vacant corner of the corridor. The medic pondered whether or not to waste a round and complete the illusion, but realized in the next moment she was not alone. The rookie jumped to her feet as the most vivid scream split the silence of the mansion and was hit with the most immediate dread. The little clinic was soundproof and she realized all at once that she had been deaf to those screams while she poured over blood slides. Her mind pumped with new adrenaline as she drew her sidearm and stormed up the staircase in pursuit of the panicked screams.

That sex-crazed persona melted into her subconscious as she threw open doors and leapt over bloodied zombie bodies en route to the source of the scream. The rookie cop snapped back into combat mode at the dire realization that someone could have been in trouble while she was otherwise occupied. Her nerves were so shot that she did not even consider that the screamer was a woman or that there was just one other woman on the team. Her rapid room-to-room search bore fruit in the corner stairwell where two zombies had the woman pinned between them. The two zombies were spotted, sighted and shot dead with the same detachment she might have popped paper on the range. The rookie did not even notice the other woman was stripped to her boots and plastered in cum until her poor ears stopped ringing. The medic was even more surprised to realize who else was trapped in the same bizarre situation.

Jill Valentine stuck out in her mind more than the rest of the team or even the department. The buxom brunette was one of those iconic career cops that lived for the job and believed it was their purpose to protect and serve. The rumor mill touted her achievements, that she was able work an interrogation room one minute and make action movies look dull the next. The one other woman inspired the rookie more than she dared to admit and her presence provoked daydreams that the ethics committee would deem less than professional. The meek medic knew she was not on her own in this either what with how the veteran gave her the same covert stares from time to time. The rookie had planned to make a move, but did not dare consider taking that plunge until she was positive it would not be answered with rejection or reprimand.

"Fuck me," Rebecca lamented as the woman turned out to be unconscious; overpowered and oversexed by the two crimson-skinned zombies bleeding out on the hardwood. Her split-second reaction proved pointless as soon as she realized those screams were akin to her own not ten minutes prior. To discover the other woman like this made her blood boil with want once more. To see the rock hard zombie cocks made her wonder if her teammate would resent the interruption once she woke up. The rookie would have retreated had she taken time to process the scene.

No. That was a lie.

The little zombie slut would have either watched the threesome play out like the hottest porno ever or stripped down and tried to take part. The euphoric smile on her superior's pouty lips was all it took to make the rookie curse her earlier decision to conserve ammo.

"Too bad," Rebecca buried her treacherous excitement as she picked up the uniform pieces that had been scattered about the room. The evidence made her smile. The zombies were not subtle and the intact uniform would have been torn apart had the woman attempted to resist them. Jill had stripped down on her own and those earlier screams did not want them to stop. The smile morphed into a smirk. This was not the other woman's first erotic encounter with the undead. The rookie noted that and proceeded to hoist the other woman up over her shoulder.

The rookie was soon on the move back to the medical room with her teammate in tow. The medic wanted to make sure she was not hurt or sick, but cursed how wet she got just carrying the naked woman through the mansion. The cum-covered tits pressed into her back and the mutant pheromones that wafted from her smooth skin made her blood boil like lava. The temptation to throw the unconscious woman on the nearest couch and taste her was insane. This made her all the more determined to make her move and make this rescue worthwhile, rejection and reprimand be damned.

Professionalism was sorta moot at this point.
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Author's Commentary: I am none too pleased with the avatar part this time. I must have spent more time tweaking those six paragraphs than the actual zombie encounter in order to maintain the alien perception and provide some third party exposition to what was happening. I hope the plot remains apparent while buried beneath this semi-sapient zombie worm not comprehending social concepts like names and whatnot. The avatar's importance to the greater plot will come out later. Until then, the avatar is simply evidence that the once-serious writer in me is far too determined to keep up a viable reason for rampant monster sex.
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