The sound of flesh slapping echoed in the small bedroom. Jill, the renowned beauty of the police station, was pinned down by Cain as he took her roughly. White foam gathered where their bodies joined, and no condom was used.
"You! What are you doing!?"
Jill gasped, her eyes dazed. Only someone consumed by obsession would act like this. The thought left her conflicted.
She couldn't say she loved Cain, but she didn't hate him either. Faced with such raw desire, she didn't know how to refuse. Disgust didn't quite fit, but neither did affection.
"Jill, I love you. You feel so good. Oh, you're tightening around me!"
Cain groaned in ecstasy. The throbbing pleasure at the tip of his cock demanded harder, faster thrusts.
What had started as slow and tender turned into something wild. Jill was overwhelmed, her voice stolen by the pleasure. Her face flushed, her mouth open in silent gasps, her body trembling on the edge of climax.
The bed shook violently under their weight, creaking in protest.
Each time he pulled out, only the head of his cock remained inside before slamming back in, stretching her to the limit. The thick, slick evidence of her arousal coated his length as he drove deep, grinding against her most sensitive spot.
Jill's back arched, her eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure wracked her body. She couldn't resist, couldn't think—only feel.
The rhythm grew frantic, their bodies slamming together in a frenzy of heat and friction. The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, Cain's rough groans, and Jill's breathless whimpers. The pleasure was overwhelming, all-consuming.
"Jill, I'm close. Can I come inside you?"
Cain growled the words, wanting her to remember this—remember him filling her, claiming her.
"Just… hurry," Jill panted, her face burning. She didn't know if she was begging for him to finish or to keep going. Either way, it made her feel like a wanton mess.
Their second round lasted twenty minutes, leaving them both drenched in sweat.
Beads of moisture glistened on Jill's fair skin, making her even more irresistible. Her full breasts bounced with each thrust, her body arching to meet his.
Cain pressed her down again, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Jill kissed back hungrily, lost in the heat of the moment. She lifted her hips, urging him deeper.
"I'm gonna fill you up, Jill… gonna come so deep inside you… mark you as mine!"
Cain's voice was rough with need as his thrusts turned punishing. Every snap of his hips sent jolts of pleasure through them both.
Jill cried out as he pinned her legs back, fucking into her with relentless force. The angle was ruthless, driving her toward another climax.
Then she felt it—the hot rush of his release flooding into her, pulsing in waves. Her body clenched around him, her toes curling as pleasure crashed over her.
She was too spent to care about the consequences. Right now, all that mattered was the mind-numbing ecstasy.
Cain collapsed beside her, breathing hard. His mind was still hazy with satisfaction.
Damn.
Fucking a woman like Jill—strong, independent, and undeniably gorgeous—was a privilege. And he wasn't done yet.
After a few minutes, Jill pushed at his chest weakly.
"Okay, get out. Don't come back. I'm letting you go this time, but if you try this again, I'll kill you."
Cain smirked, "Not a chance. I'm not finished with you."
Before she could protest, he hauled her up, gripping her hips as he plunged back inside.
Jill gasped, "You beast! Haven't you had enough?"
But her tone was more breathless than angry.
Cain's stamina was relentless, as if claiming her had only fueled him further. He carried her effortlessly, slamming into her as he moved—against the wall, out of the bedroom, into the living room—never once stopping.
Jill hugged Cain tightly with some helplessness, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her left foot over her right for balance. She rested her head on his shoulder, refusing to meet his smirk. She knew how she must look right now—utterly shameless.
The thick shaft plunged in and out of her slick entrance, each thrust drawing out a flood of arousal. The swollen head of his cock was squeezed by her tight walls, as if her body was greedily sucking him deeper.
With every movement, the pleasure built, sharp and electric, shooting straight to Cain's brain. The thought of defiling Resident Evil's heroine consumed him, driving him to rut into her with relentless, animalistic fervor.
Jill could no longer resist. Clinging to him like a koala, she muffled soft whimpers against his skin.
The pleasure was too much—she hated it, hated him, yet her body betrayed her, trembling in ecstasy.
Ring, ring, ring!
The apartment's old landline shattered the moment.
Cain grinned, pulling Jill along as he carried her toward the phone, "Answer it, darling."
She shot him a weak glare. She refused to admit any affection for this man. What they were doing was shameful—nothing but violation and degradation.
With a trembling hand, she lifted the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Jill, it's Chris. Are you okay?"
Chris had just been discharged from the hospital, his injuries minor. He wanted to invite her to dinner, hoping to nurture something between them. He wasn't ready for marriage, but he cared for her—more than he'd admit.
Cain listened, thrusting slowly as Chris spoke.
Hearing the hero's voice sent a jolt of excitement through him. His cock hardened further, swelling inside Jill.
This was the thrill of the forbidden—the heroine of Resident Evil, taken right under the hero's nose.
Jill gasped as Cain's pace quickened. She pressed a hand between them, desperate to muffle the lewd sounds of their joining.
"Jill? You sound off. Everything alright?" Chris asked, concern creeping into his voice.
"Nngh—just… had too much to drink last night. Still a bit… dizzy." She shot Cain a pleading look, but he only fucked her harder, each snap of his hips wringing another stifled moan from her lips.
"I wanted to take you to dinner. Are you free?" Chris pressed.
Jill bit her lip, her body tensing as Cain hammered into her.
"N-not today. Maybe… another time—ah!"
Chris hesitated, "Alright. Get some rest. I'll call again soon."
The moment the line disconnected, Jill's restraint shattered. Her back arched, legs locking around Cain as pleasure wracked her body. Her walls clenched, milking his cock in rhythmic pulses.
When she finally came down, her vision swam. Cain kissed her gently, his voice rough with need.
"You're incredible. I'm close. Let's switch positions."
Dazed, Jill nodded, letting him guide her to the bathroom. The mirror reflected their tangled forms—her skin flushed, marked by his teeth and hands, glistening with sweat.
Cain turned her, bending her over the sink. With one smooth thrust, he sheathed himself inside her again.
Jill gasped, meeting her own gaze in the mirror—her face twisted in pleasure, her body used and wanton. Cain's grip on her hips was possessive, his thrusts punishing.
She should hate this. But as the pleasure built again, her resolve crumbled.
She was losing herself to him.