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Leon was having a terrible, no good, very bad day. It had started out normal–a rainy drive to Raccoon City, his new home and place of work–which devolved into narrowly avoiding getting crushed by a fucking semi truck and thrown around by zombies, all while trying to escape the R.P.D. and figure out why the hell the world had gone to shit within just a few moments. Fuck, there was a gigantic crater in the street outside!
All that had led Leon to tumble around like a headless chicken, searching for the stupid puzzles and their solutions the department had laying around. “I hate museums,” Leon groans under his breath as he pushes down on a heavy lever. He needed to get rid of the fire the fucking crashed helicopter had caused in the side of the building to get by, presumably because there was something past it all. Water splashes down from the pipes above, splattering Leon’s clothes and dampening the blaze.
Leon crawls right back up the ladder, teeth chattering as he heads towards the helicopter, which is now decidedly not on fire. Safe? Absolutely not. “How the hell am I supposed to get past that.” He questions under his breath, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. Unluckily, his question didn’t go unanswered for long. Leon takes a panicked step back as a beast of a man pushes it out of the fucking spot it was lodged in. “hooooly fuck.”
And he’s coming.
Fast.
Leon takes off tail between his legs, slamming through the door back to the second floor. “This place is fucking nuts,” he pants, making sure his gun is loaded. The moment the tyrant comes through the door, the cop unloads his entire clip–and the man JUST KEEPS COMING. “No, no, no.” There was no way. The bullets just bounced off! What kind of fever dream was this?
He has no choice but to flee again, managing to outpace the monster-man before he ends up crushed underneath way too big hands. Leon’s heart pounds in his chest as he wanders hallways, listening to the stomping in the distance. It grows louder as the Tyrant grows closer, weaker as he manages to avoid it.
Until he can’t avoid it anymore. Leon finds himself trapped at a dead end, a locked door to his front and the monster behind him. With shaking fingers he presses his pointer finger to the trigger of his magnum. “F-fuck off,” he croaks weakly, breaths punched from his chest as he uses up the last of his ammo on the 7 foot beast that just walks right through them all . The blonde presses his back against the door, wishing a hole in the floor would open up and eat him, or maybe the key he hadn’t yet found would somehow show up in his sweaty palms.
Thump. Thump. Thump .
Leon presses his lips together. He’d have to try to run by it. Muscles tensed, he shudders as the gray man lifts his massive fist, swinging in a long arch towards him. Leon does his best, he really does, but he’s not quick enough to avoid the sprawling blow. He lets out a scream that must’ve attracted every zombie in the building, slamming into a wall so hard it cracks. His brain fogs, too, and that thing must’ve split his head open.
All his attempts to get up are for naught, of course. He can barely see, the world spinning as he flops over onto his belly, shuddering weakly. Leon’s head hurts so bad he thinks he might pass out, and maybe he does. A hand grabs his jaw and he thinks it’s about to be crushed, but it doesn’t. Sightless eyes try to meet the tyrant’s own gray, leaking tears and blood, but they simply roll back.
The Tyrant grunts in confusion. Has it really been so easy? Its quarry had only taken one punch to go down? That did not feel right. It had to be a trick. It pokes at his back, pulling him up by his neck. Leon remains limp, limbs dangling uselessly below him. “Hmph.” The Tyrant sniffs his face, pressing his nose to the curve of the blonde’s neck. His pulse still beats, rapid and strong, but he’s out cold.
Shifting his new quarry again, the Tyrant holds Leon by his hips, examining him. Fingers tug into the man’s slacks, tugging them down easily. Ripping, actually. With a hum, Mr. X runs his tongue along Leon’s muscled thighs, lapping up the sweat. It doesn’t take him long to find the warm hole tucked between them, stuffing his organ inside. There’s a bit of resistance, but Leon is way too out of it to struggle as the tyrant opens his mouth wide, so large he could’ve eaten Leon up if he truly wanted.
“Mmm,” The taste is odd, but alluring to a man who had not had this kind of opportunity in a long time. Mr. X pulls back and replaces his tongue with one finger, prodding and poking. It curls inside, the digit working open his new toy. Leon twitches, a soft groan leaving his split lips. A second finger is added before Mr. X decides it’s too much work, spreading them apart. The small man’s body squeezes around the Tyrant’s fingers, attempting to suck them inside as it tests the limits.
Leon is little more than a fleshlight to the mutated human as he’s manhandled, upper half flopping over onto Mr. X’s shoulder. His blood begins to soak the man’s trench coat and his eyelids flutter, but outside of a few unsteady movements he’s still; Mr. X’s hands are big enough to cover his entire waist, engulfing his hips as it adjusts itself, working the trench coat loose to reveal his massive gray cock. It was probably better Leon was unconscious because just the head of it was larger than Leon’s entire length, which was struggling to maintain hardness.
With a grunt, Mr. X uses his saliva to slick up his dick, the thick liquid dark and translucent when slathered across his horrifically large length. He tucks his thumbs into the curve of Leon’s plump ass, spreading his cheeks apart and butting the massive head against his much too tiny hole and then pushes . Leon groans and his back arches weakly, head thumping against Mr. X’s muscled shoulder. A bit of bloody spit dribbles from his lips, leaving a wet trail on the fabric.
The tyrant struggles to fit himself inside; Leon’s body rejects him completely, belly bulging outward as the first inch is stuffed inside. Mr. X liked the look of that; especially as Leon’s bruised face contorts and slackens, trying to make sense of the intrusion. He rolls his hips experimentally, enjoying the suffocating heat around the head of his cock. It was a bit too tight, but Mr. X was definitely more of a masochist than anything else.
Totally worth it.
A few firm though shallow thrusts and the impatient grinding of Leon’s body down against his leaves Mr. X’s dick sunk in deep, the tip clearly visible from the bottom of Leon’s flattened belly. Mr. X groans in approval as he presses a thumb against the spot, earning a weak pulse of Leon’s body around him.
Once he was sure he hadn’t broken his new plaything, Mr. X takes some liberties–thrusting harder. He adjusts his grip on Leon so the man doesn’t slip away, arms hanging limply across the tyrant’s shoulders.
Leon is by no means wet, but he’s tight, and the heat pulsing through Mr. X’s abdomen makes it hard to think. He pants heavily, low growls leaving his hungry lips as he slams Leon down onto his lap at a bruising pace–unforgiving.
“Nhhhgh…” Leon presses his fingers weakly against the tyrant’s blood and rain slicked coat, but he can’t find purchase, vision still painfully blurred. His insides ache, but there’s a heat forming in his belly that doesn’t feel quite right. Thinking hurts, and so does his entire body–as if he’d been hit by a fucking truck —A particularly rough thrust slams the tyrant’s tip right into his prostate and he lets out a low keen, curling in on himself.
Oh fuck, he could feel that. Mr. X rumbles in approval as Leon slowly comes to, though he’s definitely in no state to fight back. His rim is stretched painfully thin around Mr. X’s dick, the large man’s balls managing to smack against his ass every couple of thrusts.
“Sh….shtop,” Leon slurs out, “Ah…” A rough palm ruffles his hair and jostles his already concussed brain; everything goes dark again for a moment and he finds himself drifting off into unconsciousness just to be fucked back awake with another bruising pump to his prostate.
Toes curling, the rookie cop sobs and whines, his half-hard cock leaking white. The pressure in his belly was unbearable but there wasn’t enough room for his own orgasm to come, dribbling out uselessly as his half-flagged cock presses between their two bodies.
With a few more rough jerks of his hips, Mr. X manages to seat himself completely inside of Leon’s much-too-small body, leaving Leon nestled against his hips. Leon gasps for air, all the oxygen in his lungs punched right out of it. He could feel the monster’s cock all the way in his throat–He shudders and chokes, pressing at his belly as if it would force Mr. X out.
“Ghhhr,” Mr. X laughs at him, in his own fucked up way as it strokes his bloody cheek, holding his head up in one massive palm. Leon tries to limit his movements, pupils blown wide as he pants. He was too full, god, this was going to kill him.
“Pl…ppluhease,” Leon croaks, “meh-mehrcy.” That was not why Mr. X had come, though; Even though it had been relatively gentle with him–he did appear pretty breakable–its purpose had been to wipe out everyone in the R.P.D. Leon included.
Mr. X’s fingers trail down to Leon’s neck, engulfing it. It would be so, so easy to just snap his neck right then and there and move onto the other pest running about–he should obey his orders… But if he kept Leon out of the way long enough, incapacitated, perhaps a zombie would finish him off instead.
Yes, a zombie killing him would be all the mercy Mr. X could allow. Leon lets out a broken wail as the tyrant thrusts into him again, fucking him until he saw stars. He pulls Leon off of himself, leaving just his angry tip before slamming him down again.
Leon spasms, spittle flying from his lips as Mr. X’s balls tighten and his cock pulses, spilling his load into the man’s already over-stuffed guts. His hazy blue eyes roll back into his head as he struggles, hacking and coughing. Mr. X groans, throwing his own head back. His hat falls off, discarded on the floor as he lets each pulse of his orgasm fill his mind with fuzzy thoughts, absolutely ecstatic he finally got to cum.
The cop speared on his cock splutters, choking up dark seed as it trickled from his nose and mouth. Stinging his throat. Mr. X gives him a relatively gentle pat on the back as some sort of consolation prize before plucking him up by the hips and hauling him off the weapon, leaving his poor ass gaped and leaking, coating his legs in cum.
Leon doesn’t have the strength to fight back as he’s dropped unceremoniously to the floor, cheek resting against the cold linoleum. Mr. X clambers back to his feet, wiping the leftover liquid off onto the inside of his trenchcoat before buttoning it back up. The tyrant doesn’t spare Leon a second glance as he pointedly leaves the man all by himself in the hallway–any zombie could walk by and have an easy meal. It was the perfect bait! His boss would be so proud.
As the tyrant’s thundering footsteps fade away, Leon tries to stay awake. His head is spinning and he can barely get his fingers to work, pressing down on his pudgy stomach to try and force some of the cum from his insides. It barely works, and he finds himself just choking up more of it. He grits his teeth and lets his eyes shut, defeated.
There was no way he was getting up like this, and no way in hell he’d be able to fight off any attackers regardless.
He lays there for a while, in too much pain and much too tired to move, but loud footsteps alert him to someone new. “Leon! Holy shit!” It takes the cop a moment to register the noise at first, however faded in his mind. Claire .
Oh thank god, he thinks, help.
“Just hold on, I’ll–Jesus Christ, Leon. What happened to you–UGH! It doesn’t matter now. Here, let me…” He doesn’t really understand what she’s saying as she helps him sit up. All that matters is that the thing is gone, at least for now, and he’s alive …