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While you associated hospitals with the smell of sterile antiseptic, the air in the rhodes hill chronic care center was thick with blood and decay instead.
The T-virus broke loose in the facility shortly after you and your work partner Leon arrived.
After successfully taking down the first wave in the rehabilitation center, you proposed to split up. The sanatorium was huge, and you two could cover more ground that way. And if one of you found either Dr. Gideon or Grace, you could quickly alert the other through your speaker comms.
"How's it going for you, old man? Found anything interesting yet?" your words cackled through his earpiece and Leon had to stifle a sigh of relief every time he heard your voice, even when it was just to mess with him. He wasn't particulary fond of the idea of letting you wander these halls alone. He knew you were capable, but you never willingly split up on any mission until now. He was just...a little worried. That's all.
You could tell Leon was smirking at the other end of the hospital "No, ma'am. Just took down three infected staff members and got some old reports here" he answered back, and you could hear the flipping of pages "...ain't readin' all that" he muttered quietly to himself, to which you giggled.
"Same for me, but it's pretty chill down here. Haven't come across an infected patient in quite a bit" you said, holding your gun as you rounded a corner cautiously, only to find the hallway to be empty.
Leon on the other hand sneaked into a laboratory. The lights flickered on as he entered, gun cocked, ears strained to hear faint gurgling- but the room was clear. Some drawers seemed to have been raided and emptied, blood smeared on the ground and equipment scattered everywhere. Books, notes and reports laid open, though Leon didn't bother to read any of them. Maybe Grace had been here before him, frantically searching the lockers for a weapon or key to get out of here.
Leon reached for the comm around his neck "I think Grace might have been here" he informed you, sending you his location. "Could she be nearby?" you shot back quickly, crouching in front of a door, picking it's lock with a hair pin. "Don't know, maybe she's-' Leon started, but before he could finish his sentence, you heard a gutteral roar on the other side, followed by glass breaking and gunshots.
You pressed your earpiece harder into your ear to make sure you just heard that right "Leon? Leon- are you okay?" you shouted in worry, your heart hammering against your chest as static answered you.
After a few seconds of silence, which felt like hours, Leon finally spoke again. "I'm fine...just- fuck...it's too hot, can't think" he panted, his voice strained and stripped of it's usual composure. He braced himself against a table, his nails scraping the surface as he tried not to inhale any more vapor than he already had. Was he dying? His body was buzzing with heat that felt like it was burning him from the inside out, his breath hitching in a way that sounded less like pain and more like agonizing, desperate hunger. He couldn't even properly register your voice over the blood rushing in his ears- and elsewhere.
"Leon! Leon, can you hear me? Talk to me! What happened!?" you yelled through the speaker comm, the locked door completely abandoned as you checked your watch for the coordinates he sent you.
Sweat beaded at his brow, the collar of his shirt feeling impossibly tight and suffocating, but he pushed himself to answer you. "Some...shit, some bastard tried to sneak up on me." he pressed out, swallowing thickly, making you stop in your tracks to listen to him. "I uh...I took him down and he smashed into these glass vials. Spilled this liquid everywhere and I...fuck...I inhaled it" he tried to explain through the cloudy haze in his mind.
"Stay where you are" you commanded as you turned to sprint down the corridor and up the stairs. Leon shook his head, even though you couldn't see it "Don't... don't come here" he groaned, the words pressing out of his throat in a low, needy whine that sent a sudden shiver down your spine. "You bet your sweet ass that I'm already on my way, Kennedy" you growled in anger at his dismissive nature regarding his own health- and Leon knew you were pissed when you called him just by his last name.
By the time you burst through the heavy double doors of the laboratory, Leon was already a needy mess.
He had shed his tactical gear from the heat, the zipper on his compression shirt pulled down all the way to reveal his sweaty chest and his dirty blonde hair falling over his eyes that were glazed over with a raw, primal lust. He was slumped against a workstation, his chest heaving and barely standing upright.
"Fuck, Leon!" You rushed to his side, your hands hovering over him in worry. As your palm made contact with his forehead, he groaned as if in pain "Shit- you're burning up!" you panicked, not knowing what to do- or how long he had left.
Was he dying? Was he going to mutate? You had to act quickly somehow. "Okay... alright, breathe, I'm going to fix this, okay?" You rambled, more to yourself than to him.
"They gotta have some records of this lying around here, they love writing this shit down" you mumbled sharply as you scanned the room for any kind of notes or reports. You completely turned the room upside down, dismissing some unimportant scribbles and copies that didn't help your problem at all.
Then you found a text with an attached sketch- it matched the vial smashed on the floor with dark pink liquid staining the tiles, faint smoke curling upwards. You skimmed the text quickly, the paper crumbling under your shaking hands.
Having the liquid directly injected into the body seemed to be causing rapid burns, mutation of the skin and involuntary seizures of muscles, turning the brain to mush over time, until the patient returned to their basic instincts. Inhaling it on the other hand made the substance act as a potent synthetic aphrodisiac, which stripped away a subjects inhibitions and reduced them to their most basic, primal reproductive needs. The further the notes went, the more explicit they got- the arousal was described to be excruciating and relentless, a physical torture that would only fade once the patient achieved a full sexual release.
You looked back at Leon, your eyes falling down to his groin, where you caught sight of a very prominent bulge in his pants. His cock was as hard as a rock, painfully so, and he was visibly leaking, his pre-cum spreading through the fabric as a dark stain.
You let out a disbelieving bark, brushing a hand through your hair. What were you even supposed to do now?
You turned back to him. Leon was biting his hand as the unbareable pressure in his groin started to hurt badly "Leon, look at me" you whispered, reaching out to touch his shoulder. He peeled his head away to look at you, drool slipping from his lips. He looked so wrecked, so desperate, it crushed you as much as it turned you on.
"It's an aphrodisiac. You're not dying, but this isn't going to go away either. Not until...not until you had sex-" you started but he cut you off, shaking his head in clear refusal at your proposal. "No, not like this. I ain't taking advantage of you" he rasped, a wounded sound escaping his throat as he tried to turn away from you, trying to fight the hunger inside that threatened to starve him. He wouldn't do this, wouldn't pressure you into thinking you were just helping- doing the right thing, that it was your job to get him out of the misery he put himself in.
You were partners, after all. That's what good partners did, right? These lines already began to blur a while ago, and Leon didn't know if he could go back if you completely crossed them now.
"Leon, you're not taking advantage of anyone! You're in pain, you need help-!" you tried to reason, but he shoved you aside. "Grace is being experimented on by Victor right this second, if she isn't dead already, and I have nothing better to do than to pop a boner like some virgin teenage boy!" he shouted at you, his anger overpowering the lust in his body for just a moment. "We have a job to do, and I will finish it" he growled determinded, his chest heaving as he squeezed his eyes shut when the heat came back double.
You frowned in worry, as if his words hadn't done much to make you change your mind. You stepped closer to him despite everything, and your scent- warm, sweet, fertile- hit him like a physical blow. His nose crinkled, as if he could will himself to resist. "Leon..." you muttered, your hand squeezing his shoulder gently. God, your voice, what an alluring melody that forced open his eyes to take you in. Your plush and curvy figure, the softness of your hips and the fullness of your breasts and stomach seemed to act like gasoline being poured into fire.
Leons resolve snapped the moment your hand slid from his shoulder to the nape of his neck and he collapsed to his knees, his forehead resting against your stomach with a desperate, sobbing plea.
"Please" he whimpered, his voice breaking. Leon sounded like a man who had been starving for a lifetime, and maybe he had. "God, please...I can't take it. It hurts so fucking much. You smell so good... you're so perfect. I just want to be inside you. I need to fill you up."
The sight of the Leon S. Kennedy, the grumpy and closed off DSO agent, reduced to a whiny, needy mess at your feet was an aphrodisiac of its own, not that you hadn't found him insanely attractive before. How could you not find him handsome? You just assumed that a man like him would never go for a woman like you, they usually prefered the bone-skinny model type, but it seemed like Leon greatly appreciated your soft body.
You reached down after taking a second to process all of this, cupping his face and tilting his head back to watch sheer desperation cloud his blue eyes. He looked so hungry, so utterly wrecked by desire, that you couldn't resist. Before you had fully dropped to your knees as well, your lips crashed together in a messy kiss, tongues darting out to tangle with the other. Leon groaned at the contact as if you had just granted him salvation.
You didn't have much time, so you only shed your pants and underwear in a frenzy. Even if you hadn't been in a hurry, Leon wouldn't have been able to take his sweet time with you. He wanted to, fuck of course he wanted to learn every texture and curve you had, and he promised to do it another time. Right now, all he needed was relief, and he was sure to find it in your beautiful fat pussy.
His cock sprang free as you practically ripped his boxers away, angry and pulsing, a deep crimson red at the tip that spoke of the pressure building behind it. It was leaking heavily, his shaft glistening as if it had been lubed up. Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight, the stiffness of his dick curving towards his navel was just begging to be touched. Leon let out a pathetic, high pitched moan as you did, wrapping your fingers around him, his hips jerking upward instinctively as your thumb circled the spot under his head. "Fuck, yes...right there" he gasped, his voice a ragged whisper.
You could have sat there for all of enternity just feeling the weight of him in your palm while jerking him off, but Leon was needy. So needy. "Please, baby, I need it. Need your pussy. I wanna breed you...want to pump so much cum inside you that it sticks." He started to babble almost incoherently.
Leon couldn't believe what he was saying, but there wasn't even a trace of dignity left in him to care at all.
You nodded quickly and wrapped your arms around his neck. Leon hauled you up as if you weighed nothing and softly slid you onto a cold examination table, despite his desperation. You instantly spread your legs wide to invite him, swirling your fingers that were slick with his precum around your hole to lube you a bit more, as you new Leon would be anything but gentle in his state.
He bit your neck as if to mark and hold you in place as he pressed himself between your plush thighs. You knew he wouldn't enter you slowly or give you time to adjust- still, the pressure took your breath away as he buried himself with one desperate thrust all the way inside, stretching your pussy to her limits.
Leon let out a loud, guttural cry, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the friction finally hit his overstimulated nerves. He began to pump into you with a frantic rhythm, his movements lacking any sort of control. He was only fucking you with the raw and animalistic need brewing inside him.
He was so whiny and vocal, pathetically sobbing into your shoulder, telling you how much he missed this, how long it had been since he felt something this warm and tight around him. It made your pussy gush around him, easing the slick slide even more.
You weren't any better though. You clung to him helplessly, mewling while he hammered into your cunt, your hands slipping beneath his collar to scratch open his back.
"You're so...warm 'n soft. Feels so fucking good" he groaned, his voice thick with arousal as he hammered his hips into your pussy over and over again, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin echoing through the sterile room. "Gonna fill you up so much...give you everythin' i've got. You're going to take it all for me, right? You're going to let me breed this pretty pussy right here, yeah?" he asked you frantically, begging you to say that he was allowed, that he could cum in you as many times as his heart desired.
You didn't know just what your desperate nodding would do to him once you wrapped your legs around his waist.
"Oh god, Leon!" you shrieked as he climbed higher up your body as best as he could while still having both feet on the ground- the new angle making it easier for him to let his hips just fall into your pussy, hitting your cervix with every sloppy thrust.
He was trembling at the constant, obscene plap plap plap echoing from your joining, your arousal dripping around him. You felt him swell in you, throbbing violently against your gummy walls. You mewled as your own orgasm approached. "L-Leon, oh fuck! I'm gonna cum" you whined, biting your lip as his frantic pace threw you over. You wailed into his neck, your toes curling and your cunt fluttering around his shaft. Leon yelled and came with a full body shudder as he flooded your insides. You felt the relentless pressure of him filling you up.
You thought this was it, that you had overcome this weird drug, but for Leon- there was no relief. Instead of softening, his cock remained rock hard, the heat continuing to surge through him in waves as if it had only gotten worse.
You caught a break for just a moment before he suddenly started to move again. "Shit- Leon!" you whined, your hands digging into his shoulders as he drove back into your overstimulated pussy. He didn't stop, he just couldn't. He kept fucking you, his pace even harsher than before "I-I can't stop...I can't stop...I'm sorry, baby" he whimpered, his voice sounding small and needy even as he fucked himself into you despite your protests. "I need more. I need to give you more."
As the minutes stretched into an hour, you lost track of how many orgasms you had, much less how many times Leon came in you.
At first the overstimulation had been pleasurable, but now the constant stimulation of his cock dragging in and out of you began to border on actual pain. Your pussy was so sore, as were your nipples since Leon had pulled up your shirt to nurse and suck on them to busy his mouth.
You whimpered, your body shaking weakly from the intensity of your repeated orgasms. You couldn't feel your legs, Leon had to scoop them up over his shoulders to prevent them from falling off the sides of the table, your arms laying limb by your side. "Leon..." you whimpered helplessly, your voice barely above a whisper.
He paused for a second, his face etched with a mixture of guilt and uncontrollable lust as he looked down at your miserable self, cooing soft apologies against the raw bitten skin of your tits.
"I know, I know...I'm sorry, sweetheart... I'm so sorry" he whispered back, soothing the ache of his bitemarks on your breasts with kisses "but I have to...I just have to keep going. Please, just a little more."
You nodded gently, your body tired, the amount of cum he pumped into you already beginning to leak from your hole and dripping down the table to pool between Leons feet on the floor. He kept going reardless and came again and again, each orgasm producing more cum than the last. It was so much, too much, it felt like he had carved his way into your cervix to fill up your womb directly. You felt so full, your pussy could barely hold it all. It squelched out of your used hole every time he bottomed out.
Despite the pain and rawness you felt in your cunt and clit, another orgasm was approaching you. The building of your climax overshadowed the burning stretch in your stomach, though it was no less uncomfortable. "Leon, please, I- I can't" you hiccupped, your arms too heavy to try and shove him off of you. You weren't even sure if he had heard your small, hoarse voice over his loud panting.
He couldn't form proper words anymore, so he leaned down to kiss you and soothe your cries as his pace picked up again, his cock slipping easily in and out of your pussy with sloppy thrusts, though it felt like he was ripping you apart. His hands roamed your body with surprising softness, as if to apologize and thank you for providing him relief, to show you just how much he appreciated you. It made your burning orgasm just a bit more bearable, a choked cry leaving your lips as you gushed around his cock for what felt like the 100th time.
Leon then let out one final, long, shaking cry, his entire body convulsing as he delivered a massive, last load deep inside you, his cock pulsing rhythmically as he emptied himself completely against your cervix. You whined helplessly, feeling like your abdomen was going to burst if he kept going.
Luckily, Leon seemed to finally be completely spent, his movements reduced to a slight rocking motion before coming to a halt when his muscles began to give out.
He collapsed on top of you, his sweaty chest heaving, his face buried in your neck. He was dead weight, and so were you, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. "You done?" you panted quietly, your head swimming. You felt him nod against you, responding with an affirmative groan.
You laid there for a long time, the only sound in the laboratory being the synchronized thumping of your two exhausted hearts. You gently brushed your fingers through his damp hair, kissing the back of his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat and soothing the lingering, shaky cries that escaped him as the drug finally began to leave his system after overloading his senses in every possible way.
"Leon, could you...pull out?" you winced softly as the haze in his mind faded and he instantly shifted to do so. You both grimaced as his cum leaked out of you in thick, white rivers, splashing onto the tiled floor. The desperation in his eyes was replaced by a sudden wave of embarrassment. Your pussy was gaping, swollen and red, and you sniffled as you tried to sit up.
Leon was instantly at your side, helping you sit properly, only now realising the damage he had caused. Your legs were shaking even when sitting, and your breasts were covered in bite marks, beard burns, bruises and spit. "Shit, I'm- I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, I-" he started to ramble, trying to find something he could clean you up with.
You watched him pace from your seat on the table, softly smiling through the exhaustion, pulling your shirt and bra down again to cover your body.
He was so careful when cleaning and dressing you, it almost made you cry. Your body was aching everywhere, and even if you had known before- you would still have helped him. "It's okay Leon, really. I'm just glad you're feeling better" you said, your voice clearer after sipping water from the flask secured to your pants.
"I hurt you" he muttered as he zipped up his shirt again and tightened the straps of his gear. "Leon..." you started but he cut you off "No, I...you asked me to stop and I...I didn't" he growled in anger at himself. You slipped from the table to walk over to him, but your shaky knees buckled and he caught you against his chest "This wasn't you, you weren't in your right mind. And I wanted to help you, you know that" you said, trying to get it into his stubborn head. You knew he felt bad, impossibly so, but he didn't have to beat himself up over something that was out of his control, allthough old habits die hard.
"It's my fault you can't walk properly" he mumbled then as you took his face between your palms, suddenly being more interested in your lips. You giggled at that "Wouldn’t have expected anything else from Mr. Kennedy" you purred and he rolled his eyes, though you got a little proud smirk out of him.
"Come on, old man. We still have a job to do. We can continue this in my bedroom when all of this is finally over" you winked and went to kiss the corner of his mouth. Leon huffed, but straightened back up with your arm slung around his shoulders.
"Yes, ma'am"