I've been avoiding playing Resident Evil games by myself for 9 years. Bought RE 7 recently and, turns out, i finish it in 3 days. I wasn't even scared much.
It will probably take me a month to colour this, so here's a sketch of Lucas.
Summary - Chased around the Baker house by the patriarch of the family himself, when Jack finally catches you in the hallway it soon becomes clear that he has other plans for you.
Face pressing into the wall, the smell of the curling wallpaper makes your nose crinkle and your eyes widen as you take in the thick patch of rot which sits only a few inches from your face. Still a little dazed from being so violently grabbed, the voice of your assailant rains down on you with a terrifying familiarity.
"You've been giving me quite the run around, little lady."
Jack Baker.
The terrifying patriarch of the Baker family has been pursuing you around the house for quite some time and the attempted tease in his voice is obscured by the fury which hardens the words into something dangerous.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Baker." You say, pairing your pathetic attempt at an apology with your body going still in a show of willing submission. You are caught, and now isn’t the time to be bold if you want to avoid being beaten to a bloodied pulp.
A dark chuckle meets your sudden limpness and a distinctly southern lilt washes across your ear in a way which sparks a shiver across your pinned body.
"Call me Jack. Since you want to be so polite and good all of a sudden."
His interest in you has been unsubtle since his pursuit began; his hands only seeming to have just been able to brush at your tits and ass as he attempted to capture you in your desperate scampering across both floors of his home. More than once, he's had the opportunity to put an end to things as you found yourself trapped in rooms with only one obvious exit. And yet, every time you had been able to escape as a growing suspicion that Jack viewed this more as a game than a genuine chase bloomed.
Only now does he make his move.
He's so strong and tall that his presence envelops you with ease; a strong smell of wood and a deep masculine musk which could be some cheap cologne washing over the ever-present scent of decay which seems to live within the very air of the house. So much older than yourself, his strength and firm hold sparks something dangerous low in your groin as you think about the other ways that hard discipline of his could be deployed.
"Y'know, all that fucking running you were doing? Really testing out an old man's stamina."
Having enough brains to still hold onto some fear despite the fuzzy arousal, the anxiety only serves to stroke the twisted adrenaline which makes you shake in place - body feeling overly sensitive and conscious of the hot hand pinning itself to the back of your neck.
"Is that all you had in you?" You ask the question with a forced innocence, a selfish self-destructive lack of common sense pushing you to see what this fucking lunatic really has in store for you. A distracted man was a man who could be reasoned with and you cling to that belief desperately. "I kind of thought we were having fun."
The words have their desired effect as Jack gives a low growl and presses his body against your own, fully caging you against the wall as the hard bulge of his unseen cock grinds into the very base of your spine.
"You're a goddamn mouthy one. I'm onto you. I know a whore when I see one."
"Not a whore." You deny the words with a snap despite the heat which flares in your cheeks at the accusation.
Jack's laughter is derisive, his disbelief apparent as his hand slips down from your neck to trace a hard path down your covered spine, "Brave now ain’t ya? But playing games'll hurt you more than it hurts me 'cause I know how to deal with your kind."
His hand slips lower again and you give a short shriek as his fingers grope roughly at your ass, the grab so harsh that you're surprised he hasn't ripped through the denim as his hand pins itself between your ass and his trapped cock. The air between you feels hot, sticky with anticipation, and you continue to gasp against the wall as Jack speaks again.
"I'm just gonna have to teach you a lesson. One you won't forget."
Your breath hitches at the fresh threat but you can't seem to control your ass as it presses back into his grasp, mapping out the bulge of his cock as you grind into him with a reckless roll of your hips. Unable to speak, the pressure of his hand sparks images of him dipping those large, calloused fingers within your cunt, dragging a deep pleasure from you that you know only an experienced man like him can.
"A man's got to eat," Jack continues, huffing as his fingers slip around to unbutton your jeans and fumble with the zip, "and how's a man supposed to fuck a hive?" His words are rough, spoken more to himself than anything else as he apparently feels the need to justify his choices internally as he shifts your jeans down past your ass. "It ain't infidelity when a wife don't have anywhere left to bury her husband's bone."
“You don’t have t-oh!”
Your words are cut off in an instant as his fingers rub along your panties with such pressure that your clit throbs through the thin material and you can’t help but widen your thighs to give him easier access. Jack takes the hint and his fingers push past the material, a loud grunt echoing in your ear as he feels how wet you already are.
“God-damn.” The exclamation hisses from his lips, the second syllable more a growl than anything as he sinks two fingers within your hole.
The sudden stimulation pulls another cry from your lips as you press your head into your forearm and grind your cunt into his hand. It’s good enough that you almost forget how filthy his hands had been as they grasped at your skin in your earlier chase. Jack doesn’t hesitate to pump his fingers within you, curling the tips of the digits to stroke along your walls with the calloused pads as he clearly enjoys the tight, damp heat which clenches at him with desperation.
After only a minute, his fingers pull from you with a wet sound that makes you whine with embarrassment but the sound quickly shifts into a shameful moan as you hear him greedily sucking at his own digits to taste you.
"Haven't tasted pussy this sweet since before Marguerite started popping those goddamn brats out."
You hear him unzipping his pants, the sound painfully loud as it cuts through your short gasps. No backing out now and you wonder if he’s going to pull your panties free or not. As though sensing your question, Jack’s fingers return to your cunt – pulling the fabric aside as his other hand pushes harshly between your shoulder blades to force you to bend more and give him a better angle for entry.
“Jack, please. Pleas-”
“No backing out now, little lady.” The glee in his tone is rough, hoarse with his obvious excitement. “You’re some piece of work, tricking an old man into fucking you like this.”
The head of his cock knocks messily at your hole, swiping across your slit to gather enough arousal to make his entry seamless, and your breath catches in your throat as you feel how thick the tip of his cock is as it teases you. However, before you can beg for him to go slow or show any kind of mercy, Jack lines himself up and sinks his cock deep with a single, sharp jerk of his hips.
Sensation overwhelms you as a pained cry breaks free of your lips, tears springing into your eyes as his cock bullies it way into your cunt – forcing you to stretch tightly around him as a deep ache emanates from deep within your gut. Fully hilted, Jack only pauses for a moment before he wraps a hand around your hip and squeezes the skin there roughly enough that you know little purple bruises will soon mark the skin.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” He hisses, every work punctuated by a fresh slam of his hips as he sets himself on a wicked pace, chasing his own pleasure and fucking you like you were a doll for little more than his needs. So strong that you know any resistance is pointless, you spread your feet a little further apart to try and shift the pressure to something a little more pleasurable.
It’s ecstasy and agony; the dull ache of being filled so quickly and brutally merging with the delicious friction which his thick cock is sparking against your nerves with every thrust. Wet enough that he doesn’t need to hold himself back for his own comfort, Jack puts his enhanced strength to good use as he easily holds you in place while the obscene sound of his groin slapping against your own fills the empty hallway.
He’s quieter than you, limiting himself to soft growls and huffing breaths of exertion while you grunt and groan with every wicked thrust, your head feeling faint from the adrenaline which runs through your veins to make your limbs shake. So lost in your own haze of sensation, your release catches you by surprise as a sudden shift in Jack’s positioning forces his cock to brush roughly against that softened spot within your walls that makes you see stars.
Your free hand drops to curl against Jack’s own as it remains on your hip, your nails digging bloodied crescents into his skin as you ride your orgasm out on his cock – your walls squeezing down hard and spasming around him with enough pressure to make him swear lowly against your ear. The pressure is terrible, overstimulation quickly settling in as Jack refuses to let up his assault.
Legs jellied; the unsteadiness doesn’t make any difference as Jack’s strength is enough to keep you locked into place as he chases his own release. Your clenching hole only serves to make him pick up the pace as he greedily milks you of all your dignity, a second orgasm pulling an animalistic noise of despair as your hands tremble and struggle to hold onto anything while your eyes squeeze shut.
Eventually, his free hand wraps itself in your hair and tugs your head back enough that your scalp lays flush against his chest as Jack issues a deep, guttural whine. You feel his release deep within your cunt, the heat terrible against your already overstimulated walls, and you are so fucked-out that you can barely issue more than a pathetic whimper at the sensation.
Apparently not one to enjoy the afterglow, Jack pulls free of your cunt immediately and the sudden emptiness is shocking enough that you bite at your own hand to keep from making any more noises. Barely able to move, you hear the zip of Jack’s slacks once more as he apparently tucks his cock away before returning his hand to your cunt – neatly pulling your panties back across your slit as his release, mixed with your arousal, slowly begins to leak from your hole.
“Fix yourself, little lady.” Jack voice is low, sated, and his southern lilt sounds more pronounced as he basks in his own self-satisfaction. “Don’t want to be caught around here with your pants down.”
Ignoring that, your fingers tremble so badly that it takes three attempts to re-button the fly of your jeans as you pull them back up over your ass. Your cunt aches, the mess uncomfortable as it presses against your panties and you feel the urge for a shower so strongly that it’s enough to spring fresh tears into your eyes.
However, before you can think or even move, a terrified whoosh of air escapes your lungs as Jack snatches you from your shaky position against the wall and slings you over his shoulder. It’s a move so unexpected that you go stiff immediately, your legs unable to kick out as his steel-like arms comes to wrap around your limbs and hold them steady to his chest.
"Think you’re going somewhere? There ain’t no escaping this family, not when you’ve made such an impression. My little girl might want to give you her gift and if she does, whoo boy, you're gonna love it."
A strong hand swats at your ass as you struggle on his shoulders, trying to drop yourself to the floor and escape even as his grip on your legs only increases with every pathetic attempt. The slap is unexpected and stills your movements as a sharp pain radiates from the skin and Jack continues to speak.
"No sharing secrets now." He warns as he begins to walk towards the stairs and you feel his hand tapping the area he just struck as though wordlessly threatening to do so again. "We might become family and other family don't need to know about what won't hurt 'em. Spill the beans and I might see fit to give you a spanking you won't recover from."
