| Resident Evil Village | Chapter 1 - Immortality / Lust

Jacob sat hunched over his desk in the glow of his computer screen, the digital battlefield of his favorite game sprawling out before him. The clock on the wall ticked past midnight, its hands a silent reminder of the time he was losing to the digital world. The room was a cluttered sanctuary of gaming paraphernalia - empty soda cans, crumpled chips bags, and discarded headsets littered the floor. His eyes, bloodshot and weary, darted across the screen as he maneuvered his character with a fervor that belied his exhaustion.

"Come on, just one more match," he murmured to himself, his thumbs dancing over the keyboard with a rhythmic precision that spoke of countless hours honed into muscle memory. The game's soundtrack pulsed through his headphones, the digital pattern of gunfire and explosions a comforting white noise to his sleep-deprived brain.

But as the adrenaline rush of victory began to ebb away, Jacob felt his eyelids grow heavier with each passing moment. His vision swam and the pixelated world before him grew indistinct, the edges of his screens blurring into a mirage of colors and shapes. "No, no, no," he whispered, fighting the inevitable with a stubbornness that had served him well in his virtual battles.

"I can't... can't lose," he murmured, his voice trailing off as the last vestiges of consciousness slipped through his fingers. The room around him grew dimmer, the cluttered mess of his gaming setup becoming a distant memory as he was swallowed by the abyss of sleep. His hand hovered over the keyboard, his fingers poised in a half-hearted attempt to keep playing.

Jacob's head drooped lower and lower, his neck muscles giving in to the relentless tug of gravity. His eyes, once bright with the fire of battle, were now glazed over, his pupils dilated to pinpricks. With a final, feeble protest, his hand slipped off the mouse, and he toppled forward like a ragdoll, the chair beneath him protesting with a metallic squeal.

The world swirled around him, a cacophony of color and sound, until it coalesced into something new, something utterly alien. He found himself standing in a cobblestone street, the cool, damp air of a distant place kissing his skin. Rain pattered against the ground, leaving dark splotches on the stones. The scent of wet earth and moldering leaves filled his nostrils, a stark contrast to the stale aroma of his gaming room. Above, the moon cast a pallid light through a canopy of gnarled, ancient trees that stretched towards the heavens like skeletal fingers. The village was eerily quiet, save for the occasional distant howl that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Where the fuck am I?" Jacob croaked, his voice thick with disbelief. He looked down at his trembling hands, expecting to find them clutching a game controller, but they were empty. He was dressed in the same t-shirt and shorts he'd worn for his marathon gaming session, utterly unprepared for the chill that permeated the air. "What the hell is going on?"

Before he could keep questioning, a translucent screen emerged in front of him, floating in the air like a ghostly apparition. The screen flickered to life, displaying a user interface that was eerily familiar despite the alien setting. The words "Immortal Lust System" scrolled across it in crimson letters.

[Welcome, Jacob,]

[You've been selected to participate in an experience beyond your wildest dreams. You are now in the world of Resident Evil Village, but not as you know it. Here, you possess the gift of eternal life and an insatiable lust that feeds on the essence of fear and desire. Your goal is simple: survive and indulge.]

Jacob's heart hammered in his chest, the words barely registering as he tried to comprehend what was happening. The floating interface in front of him began to pulse with an eerie glow, and a sense of dread filled him as he realized that he wasn't dreaming. This was all too real. The cobblestone street was slick with rain, the cobwebs in the alleyways seemed to twitch with an unsettling life of their own, and the moon above cast an ominous pallor that painted the village in a ghastly light.

Suddenly, a chilling screech pierced the silence, shaking the very air around him. His eyes snapped to the source of the sound, and his jaw dropped as he saw the Morro emerge from the shadows. It was a creature of his worst nightmares come to life, a twisted monstrosity that could never have been conceived by a sane mind. The Morro's grotesque, bulging form, with its elongated limbs and sharp claws, sent a wave of terror through him. The creature's jagged maw stretched wide in a silent snarl, revealing rows of pointed teeth that gleamed in the moonlight.

Jacob's body refused to obey his commands to flee, his legs frozen in place as the Morro advanced. "Get away from me!" he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper. The creature only cocked its head, seemingly amused by his futile protests. It took a lunging step forward, and before Jacob could react, he was thrown against the cold, hard cobblestone wall with a bone-jarring thud. The wind was knocked from his lungs, and he could feel the rough stones dig into his back as he struggled to push himself away from his attacker.

The Morro's twisted face was a mere inch from his own, its breath hot and reeking of decay. It leaned in closer, the hunger in its eyes unmistakable. The creature's teeth gleamed sharply, and without warning, it sank its fangs into Jacob's neck. The pain was unlike anything he'd ever experienced—like liquid fire coursing through his veins. He screamed, his hands clawing at the Morro's distended jaw, trying to pry it away. The Morro's mouth was wet and greedy, and Jacob could feel his life force being drained with each sickening pull.

"F-fuck off!" he roared, his voice a mix of fear and defiance. But the creature only dug in deeper, its teeth tearing at his flesh as it consumed his blood. The world grew darker, stars dancing at the edges of his vision, and he felt his strength ebb away like sand through an hourglass. His heart stuttered in his chest, and for a terrifying moment, he was sure that this was it—his end in the most horrific way imaginable.

But then, something miraculous happened. The pain didn't lessen, but it changed. The agony morphed into a pulsing, almost electric sensation that surged through him, igniting every nerve ending in a symphony of pleasure that was as unexpected as it was intense. His body responded against his will, his cock hardening in his shorts as the Morro fed. "W-what are you doing to me?" he gasped, his voice trembling.

[It is the lustful side of your immortalized body.]

The words from the interface echoed in his mind as the Morro's teeth remained embedded in his neck, drawing forth a strange alchemy of agony and ecstasy. The creature's eyes bore into Jacob's, a twisted smile playing across its malformed lips as it felt the change in his body. The once-terrifying monster had become a source of a carnivorous hunger that transcended the need for simple sustenance.

Jacob's hand, driven by a mix of fear and a newfound, inexplicable desire, found its way to the Morro's hip. The creature's flesh was cold and clammy, a stark contrast to the fiery heat of its breath. Its body was a grotesque tapestry of decay and power, the bulging muscles and sinewy tendrils undulating with each hungry pull at his throat. The Morro's skin was the color of spoiled meat, mottled and veined with a sickly green hue. The tendrils that made up its body squirmed and writhed, feeling almost alive under his touch, and yet the creature itself remained eerily still, save for the movement of its jaws.

With trembling fingers, Jacob unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the button of his shorts. His cock strained against the fabric, desperate to be released from its confines. The Morro's eyes, a disturbing amalgam of hunger and something that almost resembled curiosity, remained locked on his face, the pupils dilated in a way that suggested it was savoring every moment of his torment. The creature's mouth was a twisted parody of a smile, the edges of its gaping maw stained with Jacob's crimson life essence.

Jacob's pants fell to his ankles, exposing him to the chilly night air and the creature's unwavering gaze. The Morro's distended neck made a wet, suckling sound as it pulled away from his throat, and for a brief moment, Jacob felt a glimmer of hope that the horror was over. But then, the creature's clawed hand reached down and wrapped around his erect shaft, its cold, unyielding grip sending another bolt of electric pleasure through him. The Morro studied his arousal with a sort of fascinated revulsion, as if it had never seen something so primal and vulnerable before.

Jacob's eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned as the creature began to stroke him, its tendrils slithering up and down his length, coating him in a viscous fluid that seemed to amplify his desire. "Oh God," he panted, his voice a strangled mix of fear and ecstasy. "What are you doing to me?"

The Morro's touch was unlike anything he'd ever felt—cool and slick, yet somehow filled with a fiery intensity that sent his body into spasms of pleasure. The creature's eyes remained locked on his, a silent challenge that seemed to dare him to resist. But as the tendrils worked him over, Jacob found that his fear was giving way to an insatiable hunger. He arched his back, pushing his hips forward, silently begging for more.

The creature sensed his need and complied, the strokes growing faster, more erratic. The fluid that coated his cock grew stickier, a testament to its excitement. Jacob's moans grew louder, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as the Morro's grip tightened. And then, without warning, the creature released him, its clawed hand leaving a trail of coldness in its wake. For a moment, Jacob was left trembling, his desire a raw, exposed nerve.

With a sickening crackle of bone and a wet rip, the Morro's lower body morphed, the tendrils coalescing into a monstrous, pulsing vagina that was grotesquely beautiful in its twisted way. The creature's movements grew more fluid, its once jerky motions replaced with a sinuous grace that seemed almost seductive. It hovered over him, the rain beating down around them like a perverse serenade, its malformed face a mask of hunger and anticipation.

Jacob's body was a battleground of fear and arousal, his mind reeling from the impossibility of his situation. He knew he should be terrified, repulsed even, but the feeling of the creature's hand on his cock had changed something within him. "Take me," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need, and the Morro complied. It lowered itself onto him, the sensation of its mutated form enveloping him unlike anything he'd ever experienced. The creature's vagina was a tight, wet embrace that seemed to throb with a life of its own, each pulse sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Jacob felt the Morro's teeth sink into his neck once more, the pain now a sweet agony that seemed to fuel his lust. Its fangs pierced deep, and he could feel his blood spurt into the creature's maw as it feasted. He gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily as he began to thrust into the creature's monstrous form. The Morro's tendrils wrapped around him, securing him in place as it began to move in tandem with his rhythm, the cobblestone street beneath them growing slick with their combined fluids.

"More," he pleaded, his voice a desperate growl. The creature's response was to suck harder, its tongue flicking against his skin as it devoured his blood. Jacob could feel the power coursing through him, the heat of the Morro's embrace warming his cold flesh as the rain continued to pummel them. "Don't stop," he begged, his hands gripping the creature's distorted hips as he lost himself in the primal dance of fear and desire.

The insides of the Morro were unlike anything Jacob had ever felt. The walls of its vagina were a maelstrom of sensation, the tendrils writhing around him like serpents, each one delivering a different caress. Some were soft and gentle, others firm and demanding, all of them working in unison to drive him to the brink of climax. He could feel the creature's excitement, its hunger for his essence mirroring his own for its monstrous touch. The interior was a symphony of textures - some slick and smooth, others rough and bumpy, all of them combining to create a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Jacob's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his orgasm approaching. "I'm going to cum," he warned through gritted teeth, his voice a desperate plea. The Morro's response was to bite down harder on his neck, the pressure causing stars to burst behind his eyes. He could feel the creature's hunger spiking, its need for his fear and pleasure fueling its own desire. "Fuck," he gasped, his body tensing as he felt the warm rush of release fill the beast's twisted embrace. The Morro's tendrils tightened around him, squeezing and massaging him until he was spent, his seed mixing with the creature's fluids and painting the cobblestone beneath them.

The creature's strokes grew erratic, its movements more feral as it fed from him. Jacob's mind swam with a heady mix of terror and euphoria, the line between the two blurring into something indescribable. The pain from the bite grew more intense, the pleasure from their union reaching a crescendo that seemed to last an eternity. "Please," he whimpered, his body wrung out and trembling.

The Morro's response was to clamp down harder, its teeth grinding into his flesh as it drew out every last drop of his essence. Jacob could feel himself weakening, his legs threatening to give out beneath him, but the creature's tendrils held him fast. "Fuck me," he gasped, his voice a raw, animalistic cry. The Morro's eyes gleamed with a malevolent delight, the tendrils that had been caressing him now wrapping around his torso, squeezing tightly.

Jacob felt himself growing hard again, his cock swelling within the monster's embrace. "Oh God," he moaned, his hips bucking reflexively. The creature's vagina stretched to accommodate him, the walls contracting in a way that was almost human, as if it were eager for more. The Morro's movements grew more demanding, its clawed hands digging into his shoulders as it met his thrusts with a feral hunger. "I'm going to cum again," Jacob grunted, his voice thick with need.

The creature's only response was a low, guttural growl that seemed to resonate through him, urging him on. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with the promise of release. With a roar, he pumped into the Morro one last time, filling it with his seed. The creature's tendrils tightened around him, the walls of its vagina spasming as it milked him dry. He could feel his essence being drawn into the creature, fueling its twisted hunger as it fed on his fear and desire.

Jacob's vision swam, his body wracked with tremors as the Morro's teeth remained embedded in his neck. The pain was a living, pulsing thing, but it had become a part of him, a symphony of agony and pleasure that played out in time with his racing heartbeat. The creature's eyes never left his, the hunger in them unabated even as it consumed him. He felt himself slipping away, the world around him fading to black.

But before the darkness could fully claim him, a chorus of unearthly shrieks pierced the silence of the night. Jacob's eyes snapped open, and his heart leaped into his throat as he saw more Morros emerging from the shadows, their twisted forms a sea of horrors that seemed to stretch on forever. They approached, their movements jerky and erratic, their malformed limbs reaching out towards him like the arms of a grotesque embrace.

"No," he moaned, his voice barely a whisper. "Please, no more."