#STAAAARRRSSSS [Muse: Nemesis T-Type]

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86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . (For Nemesis )

Pain is not something registered like what others can feel. It feels pain, but it isn't something that stops the Nemesis. As she manages to bring it to its knees, its body worn out and depleted? The Nemesis attempts to rise from the damage only to falter and sink back down to its knees. The acid had worn out its entire body and it can recognize defeat. Sure, the launcher hadn't destroyed it completely... But it's clearly unable to do much anymore.

A vacant eye stares, teeth permanently gnashed in a tight position with melded skin and distorted features. One may attempt is made, the piles of flesh that made up its body trying to move like limbs, most of the carcass left to do so.

Reaching out, it attempts then to CRAWL towards Jill, claw-like nails digging into concrete to do so. What a sight, really. It's body is giving out, leaking all manner of blood and gore and yet it still tries to do something.

It only actively RECOILS when the large weapon is brought up again. Almost as if it is trying to get away from it now.

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SPECIFY the muse, please.

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

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[ KNEES ]:  sender  lowers  themselves  to  their  knees. (for Nemmy)

For a man so determined to fight to the bitter end, this is a first. Nemesis has orders, that much is true, but nowhere in those orders was it just to annihilate everything walking around. Infect, spread, and deal with threats on a combat level, that are its orders and typically this bioweapon is very good at listening in the past. All other forms of this Tyrant had been obedient to a fault, which has led to its demise time and time again but this time?

It's different. The make up and generalized comprisal of the creature is much more advanced compared to the one in Raccoon City and to the ones that came after. Having been designed by an organization sworn to fight against Bioweapons and bio terrorist attacks, this Tyrant had been designed to annihilate threats, rather than cause them.

Of course plans never go how they are supposed to go, never in this world. Through experimentation as well as mold influence and whatever else could be forcibly implanted within the Tyrant? A new series was created. Retaining the same moniker of Nemesis, the improved bioweapon would thus become an enemy to anyone snooping about the Village...

Which lands us here, with an older Chris getting on his knees before this very large enemy.

The large, nearly nine foot tall Tyrant stares down at the man, a large spiked hammer in its hand loosely. It does not attack, taking a moment to watch how the man gets on his knees in a subservient manner. Intrigue is replaced by the original objective of removal, eyes only briefly looking around to spot any of the Wolf Squad members nearby. The hammer is carefully used to tilt the man's head upward, as if to say 'Look at me'; An oddly gentle motion if anything.

Long, fur-like tussles block most of the expression but a firm boot is moved as if to test the waters; Pressing against the man's groin. It could easily annihilate the man with force, he doesn't appear to be armed but... Something about this does not look like a typical surrender. A garbled, low growl rumbles through the barreled chest as it speaks gruffly, eyes focused down on the man entirely.

"GGgggrrrr.....ivvvvvveee....?" Give up?

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Nemesis. Nemmy. Nem.

In the RE2 and RE3 timeline, this bioweapon is exactly as what you would expect to see. Tall, leather-clad, and persistent as a pursuer type threat. How I get around this, is allowing a small bit of personality slip through, as it is very much capable of thought and seemingly capable of spiteful actions as well. That says something. It didn't have to use the chunk of wall to go after Jill, it could have used the tendril and one shotted her heart and been done with it. But it didn't. It chose a more aggressive but less effective tactic as if to make her scramble about in a panic.

So there is some personality there, albeit not much.

This is also why people are able to communicate with it, as well as get it to listen if you play your cards right well enough.

On the subject of Nemmy, for future verses, it is not the 'same' Nemesis. The combat data and memories were retrieved and eventually passed around through different organizations over time, the body is always new. Due to being destroyed when deployed (Jill, for example). An example of a very class Nemesis will be shown for Village. A Mold variant. This one actually has more intelligence, and has a slightly different bodily design. (Less Zombie, more bioweapon and creatures that you see in RE7 and 8.)

I do not have this drawn, obviously, but eventually I will.

In these future verses, all of the combat data has been collected and monitored, but specifically for 8? This research was dumped into it by the BSAA, and this specific Nemesis was launched early into the village and subdued by the Four Lords. Eventually it was modified to serve Miranda, given an upgraded purpose, and a better mind essentially.

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With the man cleaned out, the tongue begins to withdraw, slinking back within its maw with a snap of the jaws to close them. While that is sure to leave the man wanting more, Nemesis wonders if he is just reacting to stimuli and not actually wanting it. Its head tilts then, the low vocalized growls ebbing to more of a purr of sorts. One of the hands moves to press against the man's thigh, claws nicking at his skin as it watches him.

"Crrrrrrr....nnnnnnnt." Consent. It's not much of a way to words, but it is better than hearing 'STARS' as the only thing other than roaring. The tongue doesn't slip back out, the hand only remaining on his thigh as it focuses on what to say next. It's very limited, there isn't a lot it can actually say but the attempts are worth more than most would give it credit for.

Leaving Umbrella, (well, Umbrella knock offs) would bring freedom but for what purpose? What is freedom to a creature that did not know what freedom or life was? Any bit of human that was there, has long since detreated from the mind. What mostly controlled the Nemesis was the NE-α Type species of parasite, which it was full of. It gave it the capability of self awareness as well as human-level intelligence but even that can only do so much.

Finally an answer is given, as it waits for the consent. "Nnee...vvvvrrr.... ffff..eeeeee..." Never free. It was not free, could it even leave to accept this? Would it simply not be destroyed? It was a bioweapon after all.

“A-Ah! Fuck!” Leon’s entire body jolts, surges forward as the tongue is pushed deeper inside of him. His hands instantly find purchase on the chair, gripping it tightly so that he doesn’t end up falling off from the intense pleasure of the tongue working his insides, brushing up against his prostate, and driving him absloutely insane.

It’s hard to talk, let alone think, but he has to. Convincing this thing to be on his side seems like the best option here and seeing as he’s somewhat tamed Nemesis with sex, surely sex can convince him?

“Why not?” Leon breathes between panting breaths. “It’s a win-win for everybody. You help me fight the umbrella bastards that have trapped you, you get me anytime you want me, and everyone’s happy.” Sort of. It’ll take a hell of a lot of convincing, that’s for damn sure.

“It’s clear you have other needs, you’re not just - ah! - following orders blindly. Come work with me, I’ll make it worth it, I promise.” Fuck, he doesn’t even know how the hell he got the words out with the way his writhing, moaning, and bucking against that tongue that’s driving him absolutely insane and setting every nerve on his body on fire.

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It is aware of the words being said, and while the Tyrant is not capable of true speech, restricted by limited motor skills and Dysarthria. That being said, it understands the words and when the man is brought closer and guides the spiked tip downward? Something clicks in its brain. While there are no eyes to currently speak of in this form, it appears to be watching, intently shifting its head down. The tip twitches, not cutting into the man or the soaked slit between his legs but it's clear there is some sort of reaction.

Promptly dropping the man out of said tendril arm, the large behemoth of a bioweapon hovers above Leon before promptly placing a clawed hand on his chest to shove him into the ground with ease. It does not stop, moving down as the large teeth and maw open to reveal a tongue. it appears normal, for the most part until it continues to slide past the teeth, inhumanely stretching out as if it was merely another tendril of its own volition.

The thick, saliva coated muscle effortlessly slaps against the man's thigh as it drags the appendage across and closer to his aching core. It's messy, but it's clear the hint was taken, at the very least.

there's a moment his whole body tenses up and the fear comes back into him - but he forces himself to calm down. this whole thing - if he does die here - he shouldn't have regrets. not when he's this pent up. a short huff passes him, and he levels his baby blue's with the tyrant before him.

"you... do you... know what i'm talking about?" his own voice sounds awkward, but this is his second encounter with one of these insanely big ones - and he's not sure if they even listen or understand. the first one sure as hell didn't - that one was dead silent and unrelenting. but there's some difference with this one - the fact he's not been hit immediately is a good indicator.

leon opts to let the tendril guide him closer, doing his best not to trip over the pants around his ankles. it's with a slight awkward grip that he looks for the tendril's tip, before slowly trying to guide it down low, to his soaked pussy. "you just... if you put this in there then... it'd be nice." he's not good at teaching this stuff; evidently.

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Feeling the reactions, there is almost an amused noise slipping through as it works on cleaning the man up. It doesn't exactly have taste buds, so it is hardly fussed at the clean up, let alone the amount of mess there is. When he begins to buck and squirm, the reaction gets a low growl before diving the tongue in deeper. Just like before, the Tyrant begins to work the man over now as he speaks. Originally just focused on clean up, the reaction alone spurs for another round.

The tongue curls and twists inside as it listens, saliva dripping from its maw all the same. The question of working with another is unheard of, the very notion being one that was not known to be possible until now.

With another low growl, there is an attempt at minute vocalization even as its tongue deep within the man's insides right now. "Mmmmhhhhh... Wa.....iiiiiii..." An attempt at the word why, but it is hardly capable of much more than what it is already trying for.

Even as the tongue writhes and expands within, the sole good eye focuses on the agent's expression while waiting for an explanation. Patience is not something the Tyrant is known for, but it isn't known for a lot of things other than destruction. Perhaps it is time to update the files on that.

What a relief, he thinks, that the creature has put the weapon down. Is he really listening to him? Which brings up a thought. This creature is Umbrella’s yes but if Leon can tame it with sex, can he convince it to come to their side? Use it for good instead of bad? It would take a lot of convincing with the President but….if anyone could do it, it’d be him.

Though, he’ll certainly leave out the part about the sex. Leon wouldn’t mind offering himself to Nemesis if it means keeping him around, working for the DSO, instead of Umbrella. 

Blue eyes watch it’s every move, following him as he kneels down beside him. His still sensetive body jolts at the feeling of his tongue on him, legs instinctivly spreading as the tongue drags over his thighs. Ah, he’s cleaning him up?

Leon is content to let him. Better than being coated in this things cum. “Hey, how would you like to work for - ah!” Leon’s body jolts again as the creature slides his tongue into him, drawing forth what Leon can only describe as a pathetic whimper. After all, he’s still very sensitive, which makes it far easier for Leon to get way too turned on again. Squirming and bucking against the tongue a little.

“Nnnngh.” Right, he was trying to say something. “How would you like to work with me, hm? Then, you can have this - me -  all the time.”

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The weapon is reluctantly set down but with an idea in mind that would be better to clean up the mess with. The weapon was loud when it was set down, carelessly plopped by the window before he starts to bend down to his knees and place one hand on the desk and another on the man's thigh.

He's soaked in a mess, it's on the chair and ground... It's even on his arm but it hardly matters. The Tyrant shifts and opens his maw to once more bring his tongue out, trailing it across his legs, his thighs, before finally trying to slip between his cheeks once more.

An attempt to clean the man up and perhaps, continue the sparked behavior of earlier rather than focus on other, important matters. The tongue splits just like before, widening and coating everything it touches with a thick saliva all the same. At least he's not trying to blow up the city.

No answer. Well, he'll find out soon enough so Leon falls silent and simply waits to find out where they are going. He's not going to argue, it's not as if he'll get much out of the Tyrant anywhere.

After being sat down in the chair, Leon leans back in it, allowing himself to rest against it as he looks over the room. Clearly, this is where Nemesis had been deployed. Heh. Umbrella must have not realized just how capable he was.

"We really got to get you a better way to communicate." No idea how, though. He doesn't even know if Nemesis knows how to read or write so he makes a mental note to ask later.

"Hey - I mean it. Don't use that weapon."

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The man didn't fight back, which is good, though it would have hardly made a difference. The other is in an exhausted state and still recovering and compared to the Tyrant? It's easy to say just how much of a strength difference there currently is. With that in mind, however, he does not pause to answer as he heads down the alleyway and into a nearby building. Bending down to fit properly, he keeps silent as the weapon remains in his grip as well as the agent currently dribbling a mess against his arm and leathered body.

It isn't until he presses on and up a set of stairs that a room can be noted at the end of the hall and that seems to be where he is taking him. Entering the room, it has several cases of ammunition as well as what appears to be a large container that touches the ceiling with ease. It's open and empty, though it has a label: Nemesis.

"Crrr....nnnnnrrrrr..."

It appears this is where the Nemesis had been dispensed to, set within this building, given the weapons to start the infection spread, and a blaster to blow it up. There is nothing in the room to really rest on, aside from a chair and desk, which is where it seems Nemesis is trying to place the young man down into before finally settling by the window, the weapon still lowered for the time being.

Right now, Leon is not capable of resisting. He is helpless but to let the creature scoop him up in his arms. In fact, it feels more like a relief than anything as the agent isn't sure how much longer then he'd be able to hold himself up and the last thing he wants is to fall face forward into a mess of his own making.

Being picked up is a good sign, though, right? Leon had been expected to be fucked and then left. He didn't expect to be picked up by Nemesis.

His entire body is sore and it feels like there is no end to the cum inside of him but at least he's feeling a little better and his belly doesn't seem so distended with it having been leaking out of him with ease.

He hasn't been thoroughly fucked like that in a long time and he certainly has never been fucked with something so big. He's still trying to recover and catch his breath. Now, that he's not struggling to stay upright, though, that task is easier.

"Nnngh." Leon groans, his head falling back to rest against the other's large arm. He's being cradled in his arm, a surprisingly gentle action for the Tyrant.

"Where are you taking me?" While he's aware the creature won't give him a full answer, maybe he'll get some kind of hint.

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Confliction continues to rise before keeping ahold of the weapon and walking back over to Leon. Bending down, the eye watches for a moment. Watching the way he rasps and pants out, how the continuous dribble of white seeps between his legs, the Tyrant seems to click a thought together. An arm reaches out, as if to try and scoop the man up all while carrying the weapon as well.

What was the end goal here? The bioweapon had some form of lingering thought, an idea of concept, vocalization- But none of it is perfect. Despite this, he thinks of a way to move the agent and finish the mission and orders. A thick arm moves to wrap properly around him after the prior reach out, attempting to essentially cradle the man within his grasp.

It should be easy to do. All of this should be effortless and without issue and yet due to falling to arousal? Everything is now complicated and muddled. Despite this, his plan of carrying Leon is one that is of determination. The leather that bound his legs are in tatters from breaking free to ravish the agent, but that should not pose a problem with walking around.

Perhaps they can find a location to recuperate and figure out a plan of action with the blaster. The empty threat of being killed still lingers, but a man unable to even walk without help is no threat at all right now.

"NNnnnnnhhhhhhh..."

He drops, instantly, to his hands and knees. His body having been violently trembling, being filled to the brim, being made a mess -it makes Leon's legs give out and he whimpers, grunts,m as he hits the ground. Thankfully, he manages to catch himself on his hands and knees but he's not so sure he'll be standing on his own for a little while at least.

He'ssteadily leaking cum out of him, steadily flowing down his thighs and onto the ground. It gives him a little relief from feeling so full with every single second that passes. It doesn't make the fact that he's literally on his hands and knees in the other's cum any better, though.

Fuck. He's going to need a good hot long shower when he gets back to a place where he can do so. Leon's muscles are sore, trembling, struggling to hold himself up and he's not sure how he'll get up and take himself home.

All those thoughts are gone, though, as he catches the bioweapon grabbing his weapon again. "W-Wait! D-Don't!" Leon rasps out between heavy struggling gasps. "I-If you do that, I'll be forced to kill you, and you'll never get to do this again."

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It is surely distended, as if the other just decided to chug down gallons of water without stopping. The rutting slows to an idle rock, overstimulated but eager to do more, Nemesis all but keeps the man close still. By the time he's completely stilled, it's clear he's interested in doing more, the way his cock twitches within and begins to writhe as it slides out inch by thick, girthy inch.

Once the tip is nearly out, it's pulled out unceremoniously with a loud pop and gush of thick come; Splattering against the ground like a crime scene painted in white. The man is slowly put down to the ground, the tendrils retreating back within the grey flesh while he watches how he handles having to deal with the added weight and suddenly back down on his feet. His breathing is erratic and puffed out, the machine lodged within his chest pumping all the more and yet there's no action to leave or even attack.

His head turns to look at the weapon, however, orders mingling back into the forefront of his mind. The sole eye looks back down towards Leon, interest conflicting with the mission and frustration begins to ebb it's way into his mind.

Taking a step towards it, the Tyrant picks up the weapon with ease, looking over the contents of the ammunition and the trigger of the blaster. It would be easy to continue, to shoot it off into the distance and continue on.

Then again, there is the issue of arousal still and the man before him having left quite the impression. Decisions, decision.

He expected there to be a lot but not quite as much as this. The other's come fills his insides to the brim, making him whimper quietly. He can feel the way come drips out of him, down his thighs, hell probably even onto the fucking ground with the way it leaks out of him constantly.

He certainly feels like his belly is distended, his eyes are wide in surprise, and he's gasping constantly from the feeling of the hot sticky come deep within him.

Fuck, he didn't even realize it was possible to fill him up this much. It's both unbearable and amazing all at once and it seems as if the Tyrant isn't quite done, not with the way he keeps rocking.

It pulls forth more whines and whimpers from the oversensitive agent. By the time this is all over, he knows he's going to be sore and ready to pass out - especially if the Tyrant decides to keep going.

"Nnngh. See? Wasn't that much more fun?" Leon breathes out in between raspy gasps. It's a goddamn miracle he hadn't screamed out in pleasure from his orgasm, but he's trying to be quiet, even if it's damn near impossible.

How much more of this can he take? Can he even take more? Fuck, he wants to keep going. Isn't that fucked up? That he wants this monster to take him over and over and over again.

"L-Looks like someone's not done, huh? You want to keep going, is that it?" It's a struggle to talk. He feels so full, not only from his large cock still buried deep inside, but the come as well. It is still steadily leaking down his thighs and legs and Leon knows he must look like a fucking mess.

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Praise is foreign but it is enough to do it. It's enough to tip the bio-weapon over the cliff and edge. Before the man even utters those sweet words of being close, Nemesis digs in deeper as his hips shudder more unevenly. The tendrils tighten, keeping the man as close as he can manage.

The slowed speed is far from actually slow but now he goes for a more rutted slam, pushing as deeply as he can physically manage as the tip flares more, splitting open within.

The tendrils keep the grip tight even as the man trembles so deliciously within his hold, even as thick pumps of hot, white flood his insides. The Tyrant grunts and roars loudly with a keening whine, arms and body trembling as each convulse of pleasure that courses through his body leaves stars and a dizzied feeling of overexertion in every inch of his core.

It's as if Leon had opened the floodgates, the continuous flush of white that seeps out is far from normal. It might as well be a porno by the sheer amount, Nemesis all but growing rigid and still by now as his body gives way to this large load.

It had to have been gallons in all truth, the large size, the over exerted effort, combined with just how pent up the bioweapon must have been? It's quite the mess, and it shows. He doesn't pull out, even when it turns to a dribble, eventually growing soft within the man's insides. With a panted out groan, his head hangs forward, the tendrils finally loosening as he begins to just idly rock into Leon now, finished and sensitive but far from wanting to stop.

"Rrrrrrgh...." There's no use worrying about him picking up his mission anymore. Not for a good, long while.

When he doesn't stop, Leon takes it. It's not like he can't but it had been entirely too overwhelming. Both pleasurable and painful and he doesn't know how much more he can take at that pace.

Thankfully, he listens, which only proves further the Tyrant is defective in some way. Leon shudders against the creatures body, lips parted in a constant string of pants and moans. It feels ridiculous how much droll falls from his lips and down his chin.

"That's it." Leon breathes. He doesn't know if Nemesis needs praise but he says it all the more. "You don't have to be gentle, just not as fast." Hell, the creature could go fast if he wanted to, just not that fast.

It's a weird feeling to have such a huge cock stuffed into him because he can feel every inch of him, into his stomach even, and Leon wonders just how much this creature is going to fill him up when he does reach his climax.

With the tendrils holding him, wrapped around his body and thighs to help move him along his cock, Leon finds himself trembling in their hold. Head is thrown back, eyes fluttering shut.

"F-Fuck. I'm close." Leon whines at him. With each thrust hitting him so deeply, how can he not be? It only takes a few more moments for his body to go taut and for him to tremble violently in the others hold, nails digging into the wall behind him, as he cries out. He's aware he's making a mess of himself, coating his stomach with come, but he's too far gone to care.

And if this kept going for hours? He'd be okay with that, too, even if it would leave him overstimulated from coming again and again and again. He's got a good enough stamina and recovery period, he can take it.

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He doesn't stop at first, wrapping a thick, big arm behind the man's back to support him further as he fucks into him with every bit of energy he has. The sound of roughly slapped skin against skin, the wet squelch of oozing, thick arousal messily slopping between them is all the response Leon gets for what feels like forever.

It isn't until he speaks again that the words finally register and the large Tyrant slows down with almost a displeased grunt. It had felt so good, it still feels good, but it is almost annoying to have to move slower.

His body feels as if it is burning, tendrils coiling under the skin before finally slipping free and beginning to snake around the man's body in an effort to keep him as close as he can manage.

The slowed movements only serve to show just how deep Nemesis is actually inside of the man now, bulging out his stomach with the combination of continued pumps of lubricant and the thick cock ramming through his insides and stomach.

Panting out with need, the now freed hand claws down the brick wall crudely, easily ripping through it as he steadies himself to keep the slower, deeper pace. It's a mess that is bound to leave a lasting mark, that is for certain. What's also for certain, is the fact that he's continuing to listen to Leon rather than just taking what feels good and using the smaller man as nothing more than a fuck toy to fill to the brim and pop.

The claws have him quite literally, whimpering. Blood pours from the tiny pricks at his hips, Leon can feel it dripping down his hips and thighs. He doesn't seem to care much, though, a little blood never hurt anyone.

The plunge inside of him is fast and all of a sudden and painful. "A-Ah!" The man yelps out, tears pricking into his eyes that he blinks away. It's not unpleasant, though, because he is very much enjoying this. It's just a lot.

It's not like he makes a habit of taking monster cocks. Nemesis is merciless, jerking him up and down, up and down, up and down. Using him like his own personal sex toy and Leon finds himself clawing at every little bit of skin he can get ahold of.

His lips are parted in a constant series of moans and whimpers and cries of both pleasure and pain. God, he likes it rough, but fuck he's never been fucked and used like this before.

With the way Nemesis rubs against his prostate, he's not sure how much longer he'll be able to last. Not when every forceful thrust is teasing that one specific spot relentlessly. Something tells him, even if he did come, Nemesis won't stop.

When Leon speaks again, he can barely get the words out. "F-Fuck! A-Ah! S-Slow down!" He's got mixed emotions, cause a part of him doesn't want the creature to slow down, the other part of him wants to last much longer and it's so overwhelming already. Nails dig into flesh even more but it's not like he's doing any damage. Hell, he may just be spurring the damn creature on. "You feel good but fuck."

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The nails, well, claws, are finally digging in and leaving welts with each as he works himself in more. It's overwhelming, all of this is, but in such a wonderful way. When his hips jerk, that's all it takes for the Tyrant to be worked over, shifting his weight and footing before promptly pushing on the man's hips and PLUNGING deep into his insides as he shoves Leon against his hips.

It's bound to hurt, hell, it might even tear the poor man, but it felt good. It continues to feel good as he waits no time anymore, pulling and lifting him off of his cock and slamming him back down over and over again.

There is a large roar now as he focuses on the feeling, claws now digging into meat until they are red. The thought of being careful has long since been forgotten and he's already moving at a quick and brutal pace.

The long, thick appendage continues to writhe and ooze, plunging deeper, spearing the man as it fills him entirely. There's bound to be bruises inside and out if this keeps up.

The tongue loosens from the man's neck as he pants out, hot puffs of air misting around them as he continues to rut his hips more and more against Leon with almost a desperate need to fill him up entirely. Who would have thought that Tyrants could be amazing fucks if flirted with?

Guess you can call Leon the Tyrant-whisperer now.

With the tongue now wrapped around his throat, Leon finds it difficult to move, so he doesn't. Not to mention, he doesn't want to move and risk hurting himself while the Tyrant is trying to push in.

His hips are going to be bruised, that is for certain. He's surprised those claws haven't dug into skin, even just a little. He finds he wouldn't mind if they did.

Leon's entire body jolts as the creature thrusts inside of him. It ends up making him give a sharp gasping yelp of pleasure and pain. The way he stretches him out is nearly overwhelming.

And for a moment, Leon thinks the creature has already completely lost it. A second later and he realizes that's not the case at all, because whatever it is, it is making it easier for Nemesis to fit. Not very easy but easier.

A whimper falls from the agents lips, nails digging slightly into the other's chest. He's certain both his hips and thighs will have bruises and he'll relish in them.

He wants Nemesis to thrust, to bring him to absolute bliss, even if he's a little worried about how much he can take. One way to find out, really.

His hips jerk slightly before Leon forces himself still so that he doesn't force himself further along the other's cock and end up ruining this for them. "A-Ah! Fuck. Oh, fuck. Nnngh." It hurts but it hurts so good. Feels so good. "You can keep going, I'm not going to break."

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It's all a blur right now, a mingling of sensations and sporadic thoughts. The tongue springs out once more, wrapping around the man's slender throat as the hands go to grip at his hips and spread his legs as wide as they can. Pressing in more, lower stomach meeting hips, the Tyrant nestles against Leon as best as he can manage.

The tip prods and presses in this moment, easily able to reach him despite the difference in position. The flared tip continues to ooze and leak, smearing messily across each cheek before finally plunging to nudge against his tight hole.

It's messy, it's a dripping mess that twitches hotly against him until the Tyrant grips harder to steady himself as the tip pushes and presses until finally working past the tight muscle with a wet squelch. There is a deep groan, a flood of fluid suddenly that begins to pulse into Leon with each twitch.

Was he coming undone already? No, surprisingly. No, it appears to be some form of lubricant, an excessive amount, but that shouldn't be an issue. Pump after pump the thick, clear fluid continues to fill Leon as the tip tries to burrow in deeper.

Can someone be overfilled, can someone actually have too much being pumped into them that they can't take anything else? Well, Leon is about to figure out the answer to that question as each inch that can reach wiggles and presses its way within his tight depths; Eager and pulsing all the more. He hasn't even thrusted yet, more or less still trying to work himself in as much as he can, panting out heavily with groans and near whimpers of the sensations overwhelming him.

Teeth bite down on his bottom lip to keep from whining at the loss of that hot wet tongue. It does well to prep him, that's for sure, with the way the saliva is leaking out of him and down his thighs. It's a weird feeling but not unwelcome.

With ease, he finds himself situated against the other's chest and stomach. Leon finds he likes being manhandled into all these different positions, it only stirs up more arousal within the depths of his belly.

He understands Nemesis this time. More. He's wanting more and Leon knows exactly what that means. Hands move to press against the other's chest so that he has somewhere to put his hands while he tries to catch his breath.

Within seconds, he has caught his breath, but his breath hitches for an entirely different reason. He can feel Nemesis against him and he can feel how big he is. Girthy. Monstrous.

He hadn't expected him to be normal but he didn't expect this. He's going to try to fit all that in him? Fuck, it's going to feel like he's being split in half. Leon finds he wants to try all the same.

"Jesus Chris, you're big." Leon breathes shakily. He takes in another deep breath, as if trying to prepare himself for this. Though, the DSO agent doesn't think there's any preparing himself for this.

"Go on then. Fuck me." Before he chickens out at the size of him and scrambles to get free. He wants this but he can't deny the nerves that run through his body at the thought of having something that big inside of him. "Just try not to completely break me, yeah?"

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Adapting to the situation with a body that knows how to change and contort to what is needed? The long tongue is merely a bonus. As it continue to push and sink deep within his depths, the dripping flesh begins to curl and coil, expanding and splitting apart to make itself bigger. This can't be forever, however, especially considering how the tight laced leather that seems to bind the Nemesis' body seem to be break at the seams across his groin and down his leg.

By the time Leon is panting and rutting against the split, oddly shaped tongue, it's pulled back entirely as part of it rubs and twists inside against the bundle of nerves within before slipping free with a wet, dripping pop.

The claws leave the man's hips and legs in favor of moving to take him off of his shoulders and bring him down against his chest and stomach. His thick, barreled body presses harder against him as he growls lowly, a thick voice seeping through. "Mmmooorrrr......." The burning passion of the moment that coils through the virus' commands and slips away inhibition continues to bubble beneath the skin into the aroused mess that is currently this very large Tyrant.

He's never experienced this before, quite honestly, this is the technical first mission and deployment of this improved Nemesis and yet... That's been tossed aside in favor of fucking the daylights out of this DSO agent. It's not as if he minds right now, considering things. As he presses himself against Leon as best as he can, the sound of the leather tearing and popping free can be heard between the both of them until something large and thick breaks free from the coils.

From the greyed flesh springs a large, textured cock that extends well beyond human means, a near fifteen to almost twenty inches if one was to guess and far from thin. The tip is flared and budded out, veins protruding and the tip oozing thick, copious amounts of pre. To say the Nemesis is aroused is an understatement, especially as the thick appendage curls and pushes up against Leon in search of friction.

This is not how Leon thought the day would go when he woke up this morning. In fact, he's sure he'll look at himself later and wonder what the fuck is wrong with him. For now, though? He just wants to feel something good, whatever that takes, and Nemesis is giving him exactly that.

Yeah, the creature clearly knows what he's doing - he's clearly got those urges and he doesn't need Leon to lead him any further, it seems.

Eyes squeeze shut, lips parting in a constant string of gasps, nails digging into the stone wall behind him as he feels that tongue prod past his entrance and into him. Jesus, how long is his tongue exactly?

It is relentless, the way the tongue licks at him inside. Probably a good thing that he is slimy and wet if this thing is actually going to fuck him - a part of Leon wonders just how big his cock is and how the hell he's going to fit it inside him, but he is more than willing to give it a shot.

"Fuck. God - that feels good." He finds himself squirming around against the wall, head tilted back, riding the waves of pleasure that comes from everything that's being done to him. His cock twitches and throbs under the slimy tongue but fuck does it feel good and he wants more.

More, more, more. But, he does not want to rush it too much. He likes pain, he wants to be utterly destroyed, but he doesn't want to be in so much pain that it's not enjoyable. "Nnngh." Leon finds himself gasping as he rocks himself against that tongue. "Feels like.....you know what you're doing." Hard to imagine the Tyrant has done anything to anyone else so maybe he's just going by pure instinct?