Piers Nivans and the BOWs
Based on this amazing pic by Killy-stein http://tmblr.co/Z68-an1f9_UqI
Piers loved the feeling of the water against his naked skin. It had a been a long, hard campaign and there hadn’t been anytime for luxuries like a shower. So when this opportunity came up, Piers took it.
His captain, Chris Redfield had let him sneak off for a short break. A little irregular but it meant he could have some alone time and get clean.
There was no soap and the water was cold, but it was worth it. Piers scrubbed himself hard
There was a broken mirror opposite and he caught a glance of himself. He wasn’t arrogant (in fact he was very humble) but he was proud of his body. The physical nature of his job meant his was in good condition, his pecs were full and his abs tight. He was naturally smooth over most of his body which showed off his lean muscles and good tan. His 8" cut cock hung loosely as he washed himself.
Suddenly the thought that he was alone caused a thought to pop into his head. It had been a while and he wouldn’t get the chance again. His cock started to stir and he gently rubbed it. Despite the cold water, it started to grow and he increased his pace. So many thoughts went through his mind, this wouldn’t take long.
He was so busy enjoying himself that he almost didn’t hear the noise. A slippery patter in the hall. He froze. He’d checked out the abandoned school when he found it, it was BOW free. He stepped out of the shower. Had he imagined the noise?
No, he heard it again. Distinctive, wet claws on tile. Only a licker BOW makes that noise.
Without a thought he sprang into action, running for his gear, stashed a few feet from the shower to keep it dry. He managed to lay his hand on his Anti-Material Rifle, pulling it free of his gear.
But before he could turn to face his foe, he felt the wet, rubbery rope-like tongue of the licker wrap around his leg. It tugged hard and his wet, naked foot slipped on the tile floor, toppling him face first. He managed to spin onto his side, but he hit the ground hard, his shoulder slamming into the tiles. He spun around onto his back, still gripping the rifle. It was close range, but hopefully he could get a shot off.
But the licker saw the danger, let go of his leg and grabbed the rifle. Despite Piers strong muscles, he couldn’t hold onto the weapon. It was pulled from his hands, thrown across the bathroom. He was defenceless.
But he didn’t give up, he started to slide backwards, using the slippery floor to his advantage. But the licker struck again. It’s ever reaching tongue wrapping around Piers neck, stopping him from escaping.
The licker leap forward, pinning Piers to the floor. It stopped, just above him as if gloating. Piers tried to resist but he couldn’t he was pinned down.
Then Piers realised that in all the action, his cock had stayed hard. The blood rushing through his body from the adrenaline had also keep him rock hard. His cock was pressing against the BOW and despite his revulsion, he couldn’t make it go down.
And the BOW seemed to notice. It placed one of its mutated claws on his chest and looked down, its eyeless skull looking to his hard shaft, as if assessing the threat. It held him there for what seemed like an entirety. It sniffed at his cock, which was still wet and dripping from its earlier attention. The lickers free claw caressed it with surprising tenderness and more pre-cum dripped from the head. The licker moved closer, pressing the hard cock against its belly.
Suddenly, the skin (if it can be called that) where Piers cock was touching the BOW moved. It separated and something burst out. Piers had seen BOWs mutate when they encounter resistance or physical force, but this was something he’d never seen. The appendage quickly took shape, an almost replica of his cock but larger, covered in veins and pulsating.
Piers had never seen a BOW with a cock before, they served no purpose so they never seemed to have them. But now, what was happening. He found out almost immediately.
The licker grabbed Piers right leg with one claw and pulled it into the air. Before he could react, the BOW pressed its newly formed cock against his hole and pressed. It must’ve been covered in slime because despite its size, it slide inside Piers. No doubt it hurt, he roared out as he was violated by the monster, but it didn’t stop. Still held down by one claw, Piers was unable to resist.
It took the licker a few moments to push its newly formed cock into him, but it didn’t slow when he cried out. Once it had it inside him, it seemed to be taken over by animal instinct. It was a human at some point, so deep down it had those instincts, the instinct and now the ability to fuck. It withdrew the cock to Piers relief, then slammed it back into him, again to a scream of pain and frustration. He was too far for anyone to hear him, but he wasn’t going to stop trying.
The licker picked up a rhythm, sliding out of him nearly completely then slamming back in with no concern for the human.
Over the intensity of the pounding, Piers heard a noise near his head. At first he thought it was rescue. Someone had come to check on him, heard his cries, he was saved.
But a quick glance over his shoulder shattered that dream. It was another BOW, this time a bloodshot. Piers heart sank - it felt like forever, but it was probably only a few minutes. And his team weren’t looking for him.
The new BOW didn’t attack, it slowly moved closer. Almost curious as to the scene in front of it. It watched, observing. It leaned in, running its wet hand over Piers cock. It felt disgusting, warm yet cold, wet and clammy. Yet to his own disgust, Piers felt a warm shudder from his cock. He enjoyed it.
The bloodshot threw its head in the air and roared. Piers expected an attack any moment but instead the BOWs body ruptured, spilling a nasty smelling liquid onto the floor. And a familiar looking appendage appeared. Piers knew his cock but this was a mutated version, dark and raw.
He realised he was staring at it when the bloodshot grabbed his head. He couldn’t resist, the lickers tongue around his neck made him weak, struggling for breath. And the ongoing abuse of his ass made it difficult to focus.
Without warning, the bloodshot pressed its dark cock into his mouth, passing his full lips without trouble. Piers gagged on the fat cock, it was thick, long and covered in slime. Despite his resistance, the slime helped it slide down his throat, willing or not. The licker released his tongue just enough to let the other BOW in. The far dark cock filled his mouth, causing him to gag, but the BOW pushed harder.
Suddenly Piers was overwhelmed. He had a massive fighting spirit, never gave up. But this was hopeless. He could do nothing to resist and worse, he seemed to enjoy it, his cock still rock hard and dripping. He stopped resisting, there was no point.
The licker took advantage of his relaxing muscles and started to slam his ass harder, the massive cock buried deep in Piers smooth ass. The speed and furiousness increased, the fat cock slamming deep into Piers.
The licker moved both claws to Pier’s leg, raising it clear into the air, giving it full access to his ass. The huge mutant cock slammed into Piers prostate, making him groan uncontrollably. The bloodshot reacted to the groaning around its cock, pounding his face faster and harder, one hand wrapped around the back of the soldiers head.
This wasn’t the first time Piers had been fucked, but never this hard or this roughly. Worse, but if he was honest, he was enjoying it. While the smell and sight of the BOWs made him sick, the feeling of both his mouth and ass being penetrated was incredible. His cock continued to leak, dribbling onto his perfect abs.
Piers opened his eyes for a moment and saw himself in the mirror. Two BOWs using him, a mutant cock in each end, his perfect body their slave. He was overcome and his cock shuddered. As if sensing it, the BOWs increased their pace and intensity again, slamming deep into the helpless human.
Piers couldn’t take much more, his body shook and his cock exploded.
Steams of cum fired across his abs and chest. Shot after shot, covering him and the floor. He gasped, moaned and groaned as best he could, the bloodshots cock buried deep in his throat. The vibrations shock its cock, causing it to harden then unload. Piers could see the whole cock pulse as it unloaded down his throat, filling his stomach with BOW cum. The bloodshot roared out and slammed his face onto its cock, preventing most from escaping his lips.
As Piers cock emptied his balls, his ass tightened around the lickers cock. As if milking it, Piers ass squeezed it hard with every shot he fired. And the BOW exploded in turn. With a series of rapid, deep pounds, the licker filled Piers with its cum. Round after round, filling his abused ass until he was full. Then the cock slid out, slowly shrinking before sliding back inside the BOWs body. The bloodshot followed suit, its cock shrinking and vanishing.
They both left go of Piers and he fell to the floor, exhausted both from his own orgasm and the abuse. He’d never felt anything like it before, he was spent. He knew he was outnumbered and unarmed. He’d given up, he just closed his eyes and lay there.
After what seemed like an entirety, he opened his eyes. He was alone. FOr a second he though to himself ‘Did I dream that? What a weird dream to have’ then he moved. His ass was aching and dripping with cum. He glanced at the mirror again and there was cum all over his face, body. He wasn’t sure if it was his or the monsters.
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