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syluscore · 7 months ago

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In God You Trust

~mutant! Chris Redfield x undercover! Reader~

What if instead of Lady Dimitrescu, it was a 10 foot tall Chris Redfield. And you were pretending to be a nun to investigate the weird village? (This one is based on a request from @hipsterteller ! Thanks for requesting!)

Word count: 2466

Content warnings: dub-con, basically kidnapped by chris, degrading, mean chris, spanking with belt, reader praying (during sex as well), fingering, massive cock, p in v sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms, reader crying n sobbing

!!!!!!THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!!!!!!

“What are you running from?” His gravelly voice has you shaking more than the cold air on your nude body.

You lay on the freezing stone floor in nothing but knee high socks, underwear, and your rosary. Your habit is nowhere to be found.

You bring your knees in as closely as you can manage to your chest, wrapping your arms around them tightly. It does nothing to preserve any body warmth you have left, but at least it helps cover the sensitive skin of your chest and tummy.

His footsteps come even closer. “Or,” he stops right in front of you, nudging you with his dirty boot, “What are you running to? What are you looking for, little girl?”

He tsks as you still refuse to speak to him, or even look at him. He has to be nearly ten feet tall, there’s no way he’s human. There’s no fucking way he isn’t involved in the very shit you were sent to this small village to investigate. But you can’t let him catch on to you; can’t let him fish out your true identity. All he can perceive of you is that you’re some sweet nun who chose to come out here to spread the word to the less than fortunate people of this village.

Definitely not here to investigate all the weird disappearances and cult shit going on. No. You know nothing about that. Nothing at all.

He squats down, grabbing both of your heels in one of his massive hands. He pulls your knees out from your chest, causing you to gasp as the cold air once again hits your exposed skin.

“Answer me. And do it quickly, I’m running out of patience with you.”

You crane your neck to meet his eyes, “I don’t know. I just wanna spread the word of Jesus Christ-”

“Bullshit!” He cuts you off. He grabs your upper arms and pulls you to your feet with little effort. You thought he’d stop there, but then your feet leave the ground and he’s storming off with you, nothing but a ragdoll in his hands.

You try to reach up, try to grab his hands that are painfully gripping your arms, but it’s no use. He’s so unreasonably strong and part of you is scared–terrified. But another part of you, maybe an even larger part, is so proud that you found what you were looking for.

That’s the thing about being in the eye of the storm, right inside the dragon's mouth. You can see it all so clearly and the surrealism surrounds you, the all encompassing wonder. You’ve found everything you've been looking for. You’ve found the source of it all. But it’s also the most dangerous part and very few ever make it out of these places alive.

You’re thrown on the biggest bed you’ve ever seen. You guess it makes sense, a massive man needs a massive bed to lay in. Big pillows to rest his big head.

“Did you go to Catholic school?”

You scrunch your eyebrows, thrown off by his question. “Uh-well, yes. Of course.”

He chuckles at your tone. You know how obvious your lies are coming out, but what can a girl do? You’re not fucking confessing.

“Then you know how they punish little liars–what they do to bad girls.”

“You’re gonna punish me?” Your eyes are wide and all you can do is stare up at him.

He fiddles with the belt in his pants loops. “Lying is a sin. And you’re lying to me. Am I supposed to let your sins go unpunished? Are you above all that? Above redemption?”

“Of course not, but-”

He rips his belt from the loops, folding it in half and quickly snapping it. The sound of the snapping leather has you jumping.

“What are you going to do with that?”

He rolls his neck, shaking his shoulders before looking down at you again. “I think you know exactly what I’m going to do.”

“No, I-”

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Your jaw drops, going slack at the command. “What? No! I’m not-”

“Fucking bend over!” He yells at you, grabbing the hair on the back of your head, pulling it harshly. You have no choice but to follow the way he leads you. Either way, he’s going to get you into the position he wants and you’d rather not be completely rolled over by your hair.

“There we go, just like that. God would want you to attest for your sins, hm? Pray to him while you take your punishment.”

Before you even have the chance to protest, the belt cracks down harshly against your ass and you’re screaming out in pain. You can’t even get your scream fully out before it connects with your ass again.

Your hands grip the cotton sheets beneath you. You flinch as you feel something connect with your ass, but it’s much gentler and softer this time. This time, it’s not his belt, but his hand caressing your ass in comforting circles.

“Go on, little one. Pray to him. Let him know you accept his punishment.”

You take a deep breath before forcing out the words, “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all of my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.”

His belt snaps against you again. The skin feels fiery hot and stings deep into your flesh. Tears already slowly start to fall from your eyes. You bite your lip to keep from sobbing out.

“Why’d you stop? Keep going. If you want forgiveness, you must ask for it.” His voice is almost comforting; a complete contradiction to his actions.

“For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.”

Another slap of his belt has your brain going foggy. You can barely hold yourself up on your hands and knees.

“That’s it. Keep going for me.”

You clear your throat, somehow trying to convince it to hold back the sob that’s desperately trying to break free.

“Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight;” Crack. “So you are right in your verdict and justified in your judgment.” Crack. “Surely I was sinful at birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me. Yet-” Crack. “Yet you desired faithfulness even in the womb; you taught me wisdom in that secret place.”

You focus on the prayer you remember from your short time in the small church in the village. You can’t let your mind focus on the excruciating pain on your ass.

“Baby,” he calls out to you with the pet name and it has your immediate attention. “Pause for a second. Do you feel that?” He wiggles his fingers that you hadn’t even realized were inside of you. “Feel how wet you are? You always get wet like this when spanked?”

Your face heats up. You weren’t paying attention to him at all, and he somehow managed to get your panties down to your knees and two massive fingers inside of you.

“You like that, huh? I felt this cunt clench around my fingers.” He starts to slowly move his fingers in and out of you, accompanied by a loud squelching noise that you can’t believe is coming from you. It has you whimpering. “Finish your prayer. Unless you think you require more punishment because I am more than happy to provide that for you-”

You cut him off with your continued prayer. “Cleanse me, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than sn-ow.” Your last word ends on a moan as he continues fingering you. “And- fuck, And let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed re-fuck, rejoice. Mm. Hide your–your face from my s-sins and, and blot out my iniquity. Cre-eate in me a–a pure, oh fuck, a pure heart. Oh my god.”

You completely lose sight of your prayer as he slowly pushes his dick into your wet hole. Your pussy squeezes tight around him as he stretches you out further than you’ve ever been before. All you can do is let out breathless whimpers and whines as you try to take it.

“Already struggling? Baby I’m just now getting past the tip.”

Your head whips around, looking back behind you at where he’s connecting the two of you. “Holy fucking shit, that’s not going to fit in-” you can’t finish your sentence. Your jaw goes slack as he forces more of himself inside of you.

Big man, big muscles, big bed, big cock. It’s unreasonable. You’re as scared as you are wet, which is a fucking lot.

“Finish your prayer.” You’re so blissed out you don’t process his words. Until he’s smacking your sore ass with his hand and you hiss out at the pain. “I said, finish your fucking prayer.”

“Fuck! Okay, um, fuck. Uh, Do not cast m-me from your presence or ta-ake your Holy, shit, Ho-oly Spirit from me. Restore to me… Restore, restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me, uh, grant me a willing spirit to, fucking shit, to sustain me. Fuck!”

You struggle through your prayer as he slowly stuffs more and more of himself in you. It’s so much that it’s painful. It’s so much that it’s so fucking good. His cock touches every last centimeter inside of you, the head feeling like it’s all the way up in your stomach. And he can’t even fit the whole thing inside of you. How could he ever fit his cock inside of anybody?

He slowly, painfully, slides his cock from you before thrusting it back inside of you. The prior stretch does little to nothing to aid in his first thrust. He may as well have not even put the thing in before.

“Oh my god! Fuck, it hurts. Fuck, it hurts. God, fuck.”

His free hand snakes up your chest and wraps around your throat, pulling your head back to him. Bringing you close enough so he can speak directly into your ear.

“You have such a filthy mouth, don’t you? And I’m supposed to believe this is the mouth of a sweet, innocent, holy woman of God? A chaste little nun? Please.” His voice is condescending, but you can’t even protest. Can’t even think with his inhuman cock buried so deeply inside of you.

“Squeezing me so tight. Squeezing me even tighter when I talk to you,” he chuckles at you. “See? Fuck, you get so tight whenever I speak to you. This pussy gets so fucking wet, just like a fucking virgin. But the way you take my big cock? You’re no fucking virgin. No inexperienced nun could take me like this.”

He reaches around you, bringing his fingers to your swollen clit. He lightly runs his big fingers over it with no effort. He’s big enough to reach every last inch of you with no strain.

You whimper out at the pleasure, but it doesn’t last long. He starts slapping your sensitive little clit and it has you continuously whining and shaking beneath him.

“Of course you like that. You’re nothing but a slut, aren’t you? A naughty fucking whore who just loves to be fucked. And there it is again. The more I talk to you, the tighter this pussy gets. Tell me. Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you like when I degrade you.”

“I-I,” you can’t speak as your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can’t think of words. You couldn’t tell him if you wanted to.

“Come on. You can do it. Say Your cock feels so good in my slutty pussy. I love being called a worthless little whore. I take your big cock like a professional, sir.”

He returns to rubbing little circles on your hot, throbbing clit and that’s all it takes. Your cunt milks his cock as you cum around him. You can feel the wetness slipping down your thighs.

Before you can come down for your high, his hand leaves your neck and grips your jaw, smashing your cheeks together and forcing your mouth open.

“Did I fucking say you could cum, you dumb girl. I told you to tell me how good it feels. Tell me!” His voice booms. His last words take on a supernatural deep tone. It has your mind clearing and fear taking control.

“It feels so good! Your cock feels so good! I didn’t mean to cum; it just felt so good. I’m so sorry. Please, please don’t hurt me.”

He laughs loudly at your words before releasing your face, pushing your chest down into the sheets. He forces his cock impossibly deep into you. You’re screaming as he rams into you over and over and over.

“Don’t act all innocent now. I know you can take it, you dirty fucking whore.” His voice is loud as he talks over your screams. You’re not sure if they’re screams of pleasure or pain; probably both.

He brings his fingers to your clit again and you try to push them away. Try everything in your weak body’s power to get him away from the sensitive nerves, but you’re useless against him.

“Come on, baby. I know you can cum again.”

And you’re not sure how you’re even able to, but you do. You’re screaming as you cream his cock; your knees giving out beneath you. You lay flat on your stomach and it doesn’t stop him–doesn’t even deter him for a minute as he continues his hard thrusts.

You swear you’re going to blackout. You feel your vision start to black out around the corners before he finally stops.

You lay in his sheets a trembling, crying mess. You’re sobbing deeply, wreaking havoc throughout your entire body.

Your sobs slowly turn to sniffles and you finally open your eyes and look around. You’re still on your stomach and the man is still straddling your hips.

“S-sir?”

“You can call me Chris, baby.”

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I get up?”

“Can you answer a question for me first?” You hum in compliance to his question. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

You’re once again scrunching your eyes in confusion; an almost constant state for you. “I don’t understand.”

“You should be proud of yourself. You found me, baby.” He licks the side of your neck. You try to turn and face him, but his hand covers your mouth and yanks your head back. Baring your neck completely for him.

You scream into his hand as he bites harshly into your neck, drawing blood. Almost like he’s drinking your blood. Is he drinking your blood?

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