| Resident Evil Village | Chapter 2 - Enveloping Lust

But his pleas fell on deaf ears, or perhaps the Morros were simply deaf to his desperation. They descended upon him like a pack of starving hyenas, their twisted snouts sniffing the air as if they could indeed smell the sweet coppery tang of his blood. The creature that had once been a woman bent down, her face a contorted mess of flesh, and sank her teeth into his thigh. He screamed, the sound echoing through the village square, but it seemed to only excite the others. They piled on top of him, tearing at his clothes, their jagged nails scraping his skin as they sought the warmth of his flesh beneath.

The first bite was a searing pain, but the others that followed were a strange mix of agony and a perverse kind of pleasure. The venom in their bites seemed to be a twisted form of aphrodisiac, and as they drew blood from his body, he felt his own arousal begin to stir. It was wrong, so wrong, but he couldn't fight the feeling. He was trapped beneath them, their weight pressing down on him like a living, breathing tombstone.

The female Morros grew more frenzied, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that went beyond the need for sustenance. They communicated through a series of grunts and snarls, their guttural sounds a twisted symphony of desire and dominance. They bit and clawed, not caring where their teeth and claws found purchase, as long as they could taste more of him. His shirt was shredded in seconds, and the cold night air kissed the wounds they left behind.

One Morro with particularly long, sinewy arms wrapped her tendrils around his chest, pulling him closer to her gaping maw. The smell of decay wafted from her, a nauseating scent that somehow mixed with the intoxicating aroma of the pheromones her body released. He felt his cock stiffen against his will, a traitorous response to the horror that was unfolding. She took notice, her eyes lighting up with a twisted glee, and she leaned in, her teeth grazing the side of his neck. He could feel her hot breath, the wetness of her tongue, and the sharpness of her teeth, poised to sink in and claim him.

Another Morro, with a body that looked as if it had been stretched and contorted by some mad artist, straddled his chest, her clawed hands pinning down his shoulders. Her twisted features bore into him, her jaws snapping in anticipation. The pressure of her weight, the heat of her body, and the promise of pain and pleasure combined to make his breath hitch in his chest. She leaned in closer, her face a macabre mix of excitement and hunger, and whispered without words, her eyes speaking a silent language of lust and need. Her teeth sank into his shoulder, and he couldn't help the gasp that escaped him. The pain was intense, but it was accompanied by a rush of sensation that was anything but unpleasant.

The Morros around him grew more eager, their movements becoming more frenetic. They were a blur of distorted limbs and ravenous mouths, each vying for their chance to taste his flesh. They bit and licked at him like feral animals, their teeth and tongues leaving trails of fire across his skin. He felt hands and claws grabbing at his thighs, his stomach, his chest, each touch a new sensation that added to the growing inferno of desire burning within him. The world around him had turned into a symphony of pain and pleasure, a dance of horror and ecstasy that he couldn't escape, even if he wanted to.

The first to claim him was the one with the long arms and twisted smile. She pulled herself up, her tendrils releasing him long enough for her to position herself above his crotch. She looked down at him, her eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger that made him tremble. Her clawed hand reached down and stroked his cock, and he couldn't hold back the moan that escaped his lips. She chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down his spine, and then she sank down onto him. The feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced before, a mix of pain and pleasure so intense that it was almost spiritual. Her body was hot and wet around him, her movements erratic and jolting, mirroring the jerky way she moved. He felt her teeth press into his neck, her sharp tongue flicking against his skin as she took him deeper and deeper into the abyss.

The second Morro, the one who had bitten his shoulder, took her cue and climbed over him, straddling his face. Her crotch was a mass of rotting flesh and glistening folds, and she lowered herself onto him without preamble. Her scent was overpowering, a mix of decay and something else, something dark and primal. He opened his mouth to scream, but she was already there, her pussy enveloping his face, muffling his protests. He felt her taste him, her tongue lapping at his cock, and his body responded despite his horror. He tried to push her away, but she was too strong, and the other Morros held him down, eager to ensure he didn't miss out on their twisted display of hunger.

The first Morro's movements grew more frenzied, her teeth digging deeper into his neck. The pain was exquisite, a sharp contrast to the slick heat of her pussy sliding along his shaft. He could feel her pulsing around him, a wet, hungry embrace that seemed to suck the very life from his body. He heard her grunt and felt her body convulse, her orgasm a symphony of pleasure and pain that resonated through his own being. She pulled away, leaving him gasping for air, and the second Moro took her place, her teeth releasing his neck with a wet pop.

"No, please," he begged, his voice muffled against the foulness of the Morro above him. "I don't want this." But his body was a traitor, his cock still erect and throbbing.

The first Morro, the one with the twisted smile, took his cock in her hand and guided it into her waiting maw. He felt her warmth engulf him, her muscles clenching around his shaft as she began to thrust, her movements erratic and desperate. He couldn't help but respond, his hips bucking upwards as he was lost in the sea of sensations. Her teeth scraped his neck, sending shivers of pain and pleasure through his body. He cried out, a mix of fear and arousal, as she rode him like a creature possessed.

The Morro straddling his face took his moment of distraction as an opportunity to grind herself against his mouth, her rotting flesh pressing into his nose and eyes. He gagged, but she was relentless, her movements becoming more urgent. He could feel the other creatures around him, their breath hot on his skin, their eyes watching his every move. He knew he was being used, that he was nothing more than a plaything for their sick games, but he couldn't fight the feeling of being filled, of being claimed by these monstrous creatures.

He reached up, his hands finding the Morro's hips, and pushed her down harder onto his face, his tongue tentatively exploring the folds of her cunt. She tasted of death and decay, but there was something else there too, something sweet and addictive. He could feel his own body responding, his cock growing even harder as she bucked against his mouth. He moaned, the sound muffled by her flesh, and she responded with a series of guttural grunts. She leaned back, her spine arching in pleasure, and he took the opportunity to breathe, his lungs burning with the effort.

The first Morro climaxed around his cock, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm. She pulled away, her eyes wild with need, and the third Morro took her place, her twisted limbs moving with an unsettling grace. She was the largest of the group, her bulbous breasts swinging pendulously as she approached, her swollen belly a testament to the unholy union of human and beast. He felt her wetness as she straddled him, and his cock slipped easily into her. Her movements were methodical, almost scientific in their precision, as if she was studying his reactions, learning how to best please him.

The Morro above his face reached her peak, her juices flooding his mouth and nose as she came, her hips bucking wildly. He could feel her pussy tightening around his tongue, and the sensation was strange, a mix of repulsion and arousal that he couldn't reconcile. Despite his fear, his body responded, his cock pulsing within the third Morro's tight grip. She let out a guttural moan, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him as she took his cum deep inside her.

The second Morro, the one who had been riding his face, climbed off, her own lust-crazed gaze meeting his. Her teeth were stained with his blood, and she licked her lips hungrily as she turned to the others, silently communicating something with a series of twitches and snarls. They understood, their eyes lighting up with a shared excitement, and the next Morro took her place. This one had a particularly twisted smile, her teeth pointed and sharp. She hovered over him, her claws lightly tracing his chest before she sank down onto his cock.

Her pussy was a tight, wet vice that gripped him, the sensation making him shudder with every thrust. He could feel the pulsing of her orgasm as it built within her, her muscles tightening and releasing in a rhythmic dance that seemed to match the beating of his own heart. The Morros had become a blur of twisted limbs and ravenous hunger, each taking their turn to claim him, to drain him of his essence. He could feel himself slipping away, his mind a whirlwind of sensation and horror.

The Morros continued their relentless assault, their teeth and claws digging into him as they took turns riding his cock. They communicated with one another through a series of snarls and gestures, their movements synchronized in a macabre ballet of lust. He was lost in a haze of pain and pleasure, his mind struggling to process the sheer depravity of the situation. Yet, his body responded to them, his cock hard and eager despite his desperate cries for mercy.

The fourth Morro took his place, her distended belly pressing against his as she lowered herself onto him. Her movements were deliberate and forceful, her clawed hands digging into his skin as she began to fuck him with a fervor that seemed to defy her decaying body. He felt her teeth graze his nipples, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain that sent sparks of electricity through his veins. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that seemed to dare him to resist.

He tried to push her away, but the strength had left his limbs, his body a quivering mess of overstimulated nerves and exhaustion. The Morros around him chuckled, their twisted faces contorted in what could only be described as amusement. They watched him, their eyes gleaming with hunger as they waited their turn, the anticipation palpable in the air around them.

The fourth Morro's teeth sank into his nipple, and he arched his back in a silent scream, the pain white-hot and all-consuming. But even as the teeth pierced his skin, the pleasure that followed was like nothing he had ever felt before. He could feel her swelling around him, her pussy contracting in a way that was almost painful. The other Morros grew more insistent, their nails digging into his skin as they held him down, eager for their turn.

Above the cacophony of grunts and snarls, a new sound began to emerge from the darkness: the unmistakable click-clack of Lady Dimitrescu's heels on the cobblestone. The Morros didn't stop, their hunger too great, their passion too intense to be bothered by the looming presence of their mistress. They were lost in their frenzy, their eyes glazed over with a hunger that was as old as the village itself.

Lady Dimitrescu stepped into the fray, a towering figure that dwarfed even the largest of the Morros. She looked down upon the spectacle with a mix of curiosity and annoyance. Her long, elegant fingers stroked her chin as she took in the sight of the young man, his body a canvas of teeth marks and bruises.

The Morros, driven by their insatiable hunger, took no notice of their mistress's presence. They remained fixated on the feast before them, each one eager to claim their share of the human treat. The one currently riding him was a creature with a swollen belly and a disturbingly eager gaze. Her eyes never left his as she pumped her hips up and down, her teeth still embedded in his chest.

Lady Dimitrescu sighed dramatically, her voice a rich, velvety purr that seemed to echo through the night. "Ah, what an unfortunate soul," she said, her English tinged with a heavy Eastern European accent. "To stumble upon a group of Morros like this. They do so enjoy their games, especially when there's fresh meat to play with."

Her words seemed to cut through the haze of lust and pain, and for a moment, the young man thought he saw a glimmer of amusement in the monster's eyes. The Morros, however, remained focused on their feast, their jaws working rhythmically as they consumed him. He felt a strange sense of detachment, as if he was watching the scene unfold from a distance, his body a mere vessel for their pleasure.

And then, Lady Dimitrescu spoke again, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to resonate with the very air around them. "But what is this? A human with the scent of the ancients?" She leaned down, her long, graceful neck bending at an impossible angle, her eyes narrowing as she studied the bite marks and the way his body seemed to be resisting the decay that should have claimed him. Her nostrils flared, and she reached out a slender hand to trace the line of his jaw. "Fascinating," she murmured, her nails digging gently into his skin.

Jacob's eyes widened in terror as he felt her power, her ancient strength. He knew that if she wanted, she could end this torment with a single gesture. But she didn't. Instead, she leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "You are special," she said, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. "Your body does not succumb as it should."

"Enough," Lady Dimitrescu said, her voice a firm, yet sultry command. "You may have your fun, but do not destroy what is mine."

The Morros around him growled in protest but backed away, their hunger momentarily overridden by fear of their mistress. The pressure on his chest lifted, and he took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling the cold night air kiss his sweat-drenched skin. His eyes fluttered shut, and for a brief moment, he thought he had been granted a reprieve from the horror. But the pain didn't end. The bites on his body continued to throb with an eerie pleasure, his cock still painfully erect despite his desperate need for the nightmare to stop.

The female Morros circled him like vultures, their twisted forms silhouetted against the moonlight. They communicated through grunts and snarls, their movements coordinated as they waited for Lady Dimitrescu's command. He could feel his consciousness slipping away, the world around him becoming a whirl of darkness and pain. But even as he descended into the abyss, he was aware of them, their hunger for him an almost tangible force.