Taking Claire | By : hercoldhands Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 13693 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Author's notes: Short, incomplete ficlet written for Mr. D.C. Douglas's “erotic” panel. WeskerxClaire. Rape/Noncon. Proceed. X-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x Perfect teeth grazed against Claire's bottom lip, drawing blood. He heard a soft noise of protest from her throat. He ignored it. He had no patience for this girl's games. Maybe the boys her age had time to waste but he certainly didn't. Albert Wesker smirked softly. He wiped the bead of blood from her lip with the pad of his thumb before crushing his lips to hers. One hand held both of the younger girl's wrists above her head, effectively pinning her against the tiled floor. One knee was planted between her thighs. She rolled her hips against him subconsciously, causing the blond man to give a low laugh. “Miss Redfield...” He began, staring at her from behind his sunglasses. She could see the red glow of his nearly cat-like eyes even behind the shades. “Do not waste your energy.” “Stop this.” Her voice was shaking. Cool lips pressed against her hot neck, followed by sharp teeth. She swallowed a small groan. “Clearly you're enjoying this.” A smirk. He ground his knee against her. “Why is that?” He questioned. “I'm not,” Claire growled. “Oh?” He pressed his knee against her again. She cursed softly as her body betrayed her and her hips bucked against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh. His free hand brushed against her bare mid-drift, causing her to shudder. “Chris is going to kill you.” She strained against her captor once more. Wesker hummed in response, his free hand slipping into her jeans. She drew in a sharp breath, screwing her eyes shut. His fingers stroked the soft cotton of her underwear and she tried to imagine it was someone – anyone – else touching her. “...Just hurry.” She whispered, arching her back. “Get it over with.” Wesker tugged her jeans off her waist, admiring her hip bones momentarily. He wouldn't have guessed that she had a wonderfully feminine frame by the way she dressed. He licked his lips, unzipping his own pants now. His cock sprang from his jeans and he sighed softly. Claire gasped softly when she felt him press against her opening. It hurt. She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut tight. He was the biggest she'd had, but she wouldn't dare feed his ego. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath. “Do not tell me you are a virgin, dearheart,” Wesker hissed, cold lips pressing against Claire's ear once he was entirely sheathed inside of her. She said nothing but shook her head. “Shame.” He muttered, smirking softly. He would've loved to take Redfield's sister's virginity. Wesker nipped at her neck, sinking his teeth in deep enough to assure he would leave behind a bruise. He wanted her brother to see her as the slut she was – getting off to being forcibly pinned down and taken. He smirked, imagining the look on the ex-S.T.A.R.S member's face. The tyrant's hips were moving at a quickening pace. The pain dissolved into pleasure and Claire found herself moving her hips to meet his. He released her wrists and one hand immediately dropped to work her clit. “My, you are a slut, aren't you.” Claire said nothing but her face was tinged pink. The pads of her middle and forefinger worked her clit as Wesker pumped into her. She knew he had no interest in her pleasure, and only cared for his impending orgasm. She was being used. Teeth scraped her lower jaw. His breathing was jagged, movements fast and hard now. She dug her nails into his shoulder with her free hand until she felt moisture on her palm. She wasn't the only one who would be walking away from this with a reminder. His hips came to a stop after a particularly hard thrust. She felt his cock spasm inside of her. After a moment, Wesker stood. He slipped his softening member back into his pants and zipped, watching his juices leak from the Redfield. He smirked, admiring the bruises on porcelain skin he had caused.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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