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After spending his first day as a cop with zombies and corporate greed, it really didn’t shake him that it ended up with him trapped in an alternate dimension functioning, to the best anyone could tell, as some kind of purgatory. The other survivors had been phased by his ability to immediately accept the fantastical and horrifying reality he was faced with, but, well, he was just taking it left, right, and center these days. Arguably, he was numb and refusing to deal with his first day and his new reality.
Perhaps that was true, but after having a few trials under his belt, he felt secure enough to relieve himself of some bodily desires. He hadn’t been able to deal with his urges when he was dealing with the T-virus, but the Fog presented a new normal that allowed few consistent opportunities to be alone.
He traversed the RPD better than anyone else - save Jill - and secured a moment to himself in the dark room where familiar polaroids rested. Few would ever need to travel here, and he had the attentiveness to hear anyone coming, so he took the opportunity to slump down to the floor. He spread his legs and unbuckled his belt, sighing.
He rubbed himself through his pants material, leaning his head back against the table behind him. He was already hard, aching from the restraint he’d shown in the past… weeks? Months?
He could already feel himself leaking. He knew he was desperate because there was nothing in the bloodied RPD that could stimulate arousal beyond his own needs. He wished he had some eye candy, but the porno mags in the building would’ve been in an officer’s desk, and that room received too much traffic from survivors for him to bother with it.
He shook his head to physically disperse the thoughts, focusing on pure physical need instead. He slid his hand under his pants, feeling his underwear and tracing the outline of his cock confined in it. His wet spot was growing, and he felt himself twitch as he leaned back further and spread his legs more.
He stopped teasing himself, bringing a gloved hand under his underwear to grip himself for real. He groaned, squeezing himself at the base before he came up to the head of his cock. He gathered all the precum there, rubbing his fingertips around the crown for a few extra seconds before bringing his wet fingers down his cock to spread moisture there.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, letting the friction of his gloves rub against the natural lubrication as he stroked himself slowly. He closed his eyes and breathed through it. The rough glide of his hand eased him out of the Fog and into his own mind and body, letting heat build low in his belly as he stroked his cock. He paid extra attention to his head, rubbing there with his fingertips before palming the rest of his length. He worked up a good pace, breathing heavily through his nose each time he worked himself down. He was leaking steadily as he tightened his grip, moving his hips forward to meet his downstrokes until he was cumming, groaning low as he worked himself through it, jizzing over the floor and his own fist. He rubbed himself until he was too sensitive and twitching away from his own grip.
He sighed and let his hand rest on the base of his cock as he opened his eyes, seeing a very tall and imposing figure ahead of him.
Nemesis.
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Nemesis held Leon’s hands down by the wrist with just one of his massive hands, the other working a thick finger in his ass. He was completely naked from the waist down, though he had made a point of keeping his bullet proof vest on, which meant his uniform above the belt was in-tact. Regardless of any risk factor, Leon was pushing back into it as best as he could while restrained. He had a lot to say, but Nemesis had a tentacle stuffed in his mouth instead. Dirty talk was out, but Leon wasn’t looking to be showed-up by a mutation.
He hollowed his cheeks and sucked on the tentacle. It pushed in and out of his mouth, developing a distracting rhythm that kept Leon from considering the larger objective or even the thick finger in his ass. The killer worked a second one in, forcing a groan out of Leon’s chest. Nemesis growled in response, curling over him to listen to Leon’s noises better. The reminder of how physically intimidating and imposing the killer was made Leon’s cock jump.
He worked himself on Nemesis’ two fingers, putting his head down to focus on this moment instead of the zombie he could hear outside. The hand stroking his jaw pulled his head to the side as the tentacle in his mouth teased at his tongue. He could see Nemesis better in his peripheral, but the bared teeth looked hungry to him and he opted to close his eyes instead. He needed to focus on the sensations instead of the circumstances.
Nemesis worked a third finger in, curling them as the tentacle left his mouth and wrapped around his cock. Leon let his head fall back as he pushed back on the fingers in his ass and thrusted forward into the tentacle wrapped around his cock. The tentacle was wet but held onto his cock tight, stroking him at the base and letting him leak precum on the ground in long strands as Nemesis searched with his fingers.
Leon yelled out as the killer found his prostate, thighs shaking at the contact. “Fuck,” he huffed out, “do that again.” The killer growled low in his chest as he did just that, pressing in a pattern like he was wiping a smudge. It made Leon feel like he was on fire, but Nemesis was cool to the touch all over. It made everything feel far more intense, made the cool tentacle touching his cock lead him to feel his precum was like molten lava. He moaned as he was caught between two irresistible means of pleasure, hips rolling between both as his climax came closer.
“Don’t stop,” he gritted out, moaning at a crescendo once the slow build of heat and pleasure had reached its highest peak. His thighs shook as his orgasm took over, far more powerful than the one earlier. He spurted cum all over the counter, yelling out as each wave lasted longer and longer because of the pressure on his prostate. He struggled to catch his breath as he came down from it, Nemesis still stroking his cock and gland.
The oversensitivity had him whimpering, and he tried to pull his hands back from the killer’s grasp unsuccessfully. “Okay,” he panted, “okay, that’s enough.” Nemesis stroked him for a few moments longer, almost making a point of it, before he removed his fingers from his ass and withdrew the tentacle around his cock.
He rested his forehead on the counter as he caught his breath, though he was still coming down from it when he felt a blunt, cool object press against his hole. “Alright,” he said as he spread his legs farther apart. “Fair’s fair, eh?” He did his best to relax in the killer’s grasp, biting his bottom lip as the creature pushed into him.
He did his best to control his breath as he was breached, though it was always difficult to relax in a zombie-infested environment. He focused on the sensation as best as he could, eventually pushing back himself when the killer would pause pressing in. It gave him a sense of control, and the groan it ripped from the killer when he speared himself on the huge cock went straight to his dick. He pushed until he was flush with the killer’s hips, feeling his cock’s valiant attempt to get hard a third time as the killer’s member twitched inside him.
“C’mon big guy, get yours.” The killer didn’t need further invitation, pulling out and sliding back in tentatively, exploring the sensation. Leon hadn’t done this in a long time, so he did clench a few times and the both of them made guttural noises in response. Nemesis slid his tentacle down Leon’s neck and clothed chest, curling down to his legs and stroking soothingly as his cock pushed in and out. It helped the rookie ease into things, and soon the two of them developed a good rhythm.
The tentacle teased at his cock and particularly enjoyed the faintest of touches around the crown, but Leon only laughed. “I’m not going to have a third one in me, big guy.” He pushed back more aggressively onto the killer’s cock, enjoying the stretch of it inside of him and the way it prodded his prostate again every couple of strokes. Nemesis removed his hand from Leon’s wrists, instead grasping at his hips so he could fuck into the cop harder.
He worked a more punishing pace, punching the breath out of Leon’s lungs as he tore into the survivor’s ass, the motion growing slicker and slicker as the killer’s cock leaked. He pulled Leon upwards a few inches by the hip, lifting him so he couldn’t even reach the floor with his toes. The new position helped Nemesis’ cock hit his prostate more, pulling appreciative noises from Leon. Leon’s cock was trying, but stayed flaccid, though he was leaking onto the floor as the killer fucked him like a sex toy or a flesh light. The humiliation of being fucked like this, held as if he was nothing, had him moaning like a whore as the killer picked up pace. Nemesis was leaning forward as he fucked into Leon, growling possessively.
Without realizing it, Leon’s moans had escalated into more yelling, and he didn’t catch it until Nemesis had stuffed a tentacle in his throat. He sucked on it as the killer pounded into him, enjoying the bit of salt collected from his own cock on it.
Leon’s eyes went cross as Nemesis picked up the pace, filling the small room with lewd noises as the mutant used his body to his liking. It felt like he was suspended on the killer’s cock for hours, but it was likely not long at all; all the same, he screamed against the tentacle in his mouth as the monster finally came inside with a roar, filling him with a hot load that felt endless, spilling out of him and pouring onto the floor. He trembled with aftershocks, his own cock still leaking on the floor as it twitched, half-hard.
Nemesis eased the tentacle out of his mouth and he coughed, clearing his throat a couple of times before he trusted himself to speak. “Well, that was a good release.” He patted the killer’s hands that were on his hips, but Nemesis didn’t take the cue to put him down. “Uh, are we good?” He turned to look over his shoulder as the killer lifted him upward, though Leon winced as Nemesis’ large cock slid out along with a glob of cum.
He didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to be put down, until he saw the zombie in the doorway and heard the pleased purr of Nemesis.
"Oh, boy."