Resident Evil: Primal Imperative - 2.1 (Patreon)

The office was filled with the sound of screaming. The good sort of screaming. 

It was screaming born out of pleasure. It was a woman’s voice, colored with passion. Her cries were fervent, spilling from her lips as a waterfall. Alongside came deep, primal grunts. Unmistakably male. Together, they made music. A splendid, carnal tune that was so sweet to the ears.

Of course, the audio was not of the highest quality. The bugs Excella had planted may have been cutting edge tech, but with cameras and microphones so small the output could only turn out with a certain measure of clarity. But for the viewing party of two, it was more than enough.

It was late in the evening. Ada Wong was sitting with Excella Gionne in her penthouse office. The windows were darkened. In Ada’s hand was her second glass of champagne. And together they were watching porn. A live show.

It was a celebration of sorts. Their super soldier had performed beyond expectations in the field. Now they were watching him perform beyond expectations in the bedroom. Rebecca Chambers’ bedroom.

“Got into her bed after only one mission. He works fast.” Ada mused, taking a sip from her glass. The champagne was sweet. But not nearly as sweet as what was displayed upon the screens on Excella’s desk.

Excella gave a small huff. The smile she wore hadn’t faded since what remained of her team returned from Toronto. The combat data had been secured. Ms. Gionne had every reason to be happy.

“What else can you expect from the perfect man?”

It was Ada’s turn to snort.

“Perfect, huh?” Ada traced her finger along the rim of her glass. “I’m pretty sure that’s subjective. Your perfect man might not be everyone’s type.”

“I don’t hear Ms. Chambers complaining.” Excella shot back.

Ada smirked. Her eyes flashed back towards the screen, seeing Rebecca Chamber’s delicate, pretty face twisted in exertion, in pleasure. The slight medic was naked, her slender figure glistening with sweat. She was on all fours, clutching at her bedsheets, while a man - Excella’s man - loomed behind her. A wall of finely crafted muscle, working in feverish rhythm upon the poor girl. Making her cry and wail with every thrust. 

“Hm. It’s hard to tell with all that screaming.” Ada took another sip. She let the flavor settle in her mouth, savoring it. Just as she savored the lewd display unfolding on screen. “Quite a pair of lungs on her. I never would have guessed. Poor little thing.”

Ms. Chambers was shrieking now, her voice cutting through the air even as she buried her face in the bed. Even more thrilling was Dalton’s large hand coming down, taking hold of the back of the girl’s neck. Pinning her down. Holding her still so he could fuck her deep and good. Ada watched his hips work, watched how they collided with the soft flesh of Rebecca’s cute little butt. Chambers had always come off as a girl scout, a goody-goody idealist. But Ada had to admire her now, taking on a man like Dalton.

“Lucky bitch, more like.” Excella gave a small, dark laugh.

“That too.”

Ada set down her glass of champagne and leaned back in her seat. Beside her, Excella did the same. Both turned their attention back to the show, letting Rebecca’s fervent cries fill the silence between them.

No doubt Dalton was fucking her deep. Her shrieks were coming out broken now, the little slip of a girl made into a quivering mess by the brute’s savage thrusts. The man’s face was pinched in a tight snarl and though the footage was grainy, Ada could see the wild, ravenous hunger in his eyes. It was the face of a man driven only by the need to empty his balls. A beast in rut.

Plap plap plap plap plap.

That was the music of perversion coming from Excella’s desk speakers. Along with the girl’s squeals and the man’s rough grunts, it was an ensemble of indecency.

Plap plap plap plap plap. 

Ada shifted in her seat, feeling a warmth start to bloom deep in her gut. As impressive as Dalton’s showing was, young Rebecca Chambers was the real star of the show to her. The girl had more grit than they had given her credit for. She had to, taking on the lusts of a man like Dalton. And Ada couldn’t ignore the stab of envy she was feeling then. Her line of work didn’t leave much time for dating or flings - and those she had on the job were rarely satisfying.

Rebecca Chambers was getting fucked hard. She was getting fucked good. As rough as Dalton was being… Ada couldn’t deny that she wanted a taste of that.

Then came a long, trembling wail. Rebecca Chambers, as they had learned, enjoyed shockingly immodest ecstasy. And it was a joy to witness every time.

What followed was Dalton howling, cursing as he emptied his balls into his lover’s tight, little cunt. Though the hidden cameras didn’t afford them an up-close view, Ada imagined his scrotum tightening with each shot of seed. Rope after rope after rope of that hot, potent cum, flooding Rebecca’s sex, painting her insides white. Ada bit her lip and delighted in the shiver rolling down her spine.

“Imagine if he knocks her up.” The raven-haired spy said in a low voice. Her tone was joking, of course. Mostly.

She gave Excella a sidelong glance and saw her wearing a faint smile. Indeed, there was interest written on Ms. Gionne’s stunning face. But in the end, Ada’s business partner shook her head.

“A fun idea… for another time.” Excella finally answered. She took a long sip from her glass of champagne. “Dalton’s breeding scenario isn’t finalized. And I don’t want Ms. Chambers taken out of the field just yet.”

“Other plans, I take it?”

There was soft moaning pouring from the live feed now. Both lovers disentangled themselves, with Rebecca falling onto her belly. Dalton flopped onto his back, letting out a long, content sigh. He remained half-hard from what Ada could see, his mighty rod resting against his thigh. Impressive, just like the rest of him. Of course Excella had more plans for him.

“Combat data sold quickly.” Excella finally said. Her smile had grown, spreading wide. “And for an even better price than we estimated. Your cut should be dispersed to your accounts shortly. Tomorrow evening at the latest.”

It was fantastic news. But it didn’t answer Ada’s question. She knew better than to push it, though.

“I have to say… as far as partnerships go… this one has been the most lucrative. And interesting.” Ada eyes flashed back towards the screen, watching Dalton rest. She admired his nudity, the immaculate perfection of his figure. She watched how his chest rose and fell as he breathed. “It’s been a pleasure working with you, Excella.”

“That brings me to this next question: would another payday interest you, by any chance?” 

Ada was taken aback. She let out a short, startled laugh.

“If my cut is what we agreed, then this last project already has me set for life.” This was true. The rational path would take her away from this line of work. But then her gaze flashed back towards the naked man up on screen. Back to his tight body and that magnificent cock. “But… suppose I was interested. What sort of job did you have in mind?”

Excella kept her smile and her eyes shined with triumph. Whatever she had in mind, Ada knew she wouldn’t be able to say no. Excella had her.

The Ice Queen of Tricell pressed a button on her keyboard. The live feed from Ms. Chambers’ apartment blinked away, replaced with footage from the Toronto mission. Grainy CCTV footage from stoplights, street corners, gas stations, all managing to capture John Dalton in action, ripping advanced Lickers apart like they were nothing.

“Our first set of combat data was exceedingly valuable, certainly.” Excella said, leaning back in her seat. She crossed her legs, keeping her gaze fixed on the central computer screen. Dalton was breaking a Licker’s neck as if it were a toothpick. “Proof of what Tricell-Umbrella super soldiers could do. Against zombies. Against more dangerous creatures. But there are other sorts of adversaries…”

Ada pursed her lips.

“I’m listening.”

“I want to collect another set of combat data.” Excella answered. Her voice was firm, strong. It was the sort of conviction one had when they’d been planning for some time. “New enemies, new scenario, new environment.”

“You want to make things more difficult for your perfect man?” Ada raised a brow, her curiosity rising.

“I want to make things more interesting. Smarter enemies. Human enemies.”

“Enemies that can shoot back.” Ada was leaning forward now. The warmth she felt from watching Dalton fuck like a bull in rut had faded. Replaced with keen interest. Hell, she was already seeing the dollar signs. “And for the BOW element?”

Excella thought about it for a moment. Then she smirked.

“Something more challenging than Lickers. Even advanced Lickers.”

The Ice Queen of Tricell hit a button on her keyboard again. The screens flashed back to the live feed from Ms. Chamber’s apartment bedroom. Dalton was still on his back - shockingly, it was Rebecca who had recovered first. The lithe medic had found enough strength to drag herself over to him, putting her face right over his groin. She was bobbing her head, up and down, up and down, working her mouth over his cock in a slow, steady rhythm. And Dalton was content to let her. Excella’s perfect man looked more than pleased, groaning softly as Rebecca bathed his long, fat cock with her tongue.

Ada swallowed. That pleasant warmth had returned, growing in her belly. Excella was similarly transfixed… though Ada saw more than interest on her partner’s face. Clear in Excella’s gaze was pride.

“You’re really betting it all on Dalton, huh?” Ada prodded.

“A bet means there’s a chance Dalton will fail.”

“Careful.” Ada gave a soft snort. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to think you’re in love.”

Excella didn’t rise to the teasing. Though the flicker of a smile… Ada couldn’t miss it.

“So… what sort of proving ground are you sending your golden boy to next?”

Excella took a sip of champagne. She kept her eyes on the screen, her attention held firm by Rebecca gagging around Dalton’s cock. The poor thing gagged as she filled her throat with meat. Dalton let out a curse, his fingers tightening in the medic’s hair.

Finally, Excella turned to face Ada. Her sharp eyes were bright with wicked fire.

“Africa.”