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Caroline-Maria, 24, french writer & book cover artist. Requests: closed. My novels - My masterlist - buy me a ko-fi please 💜 - my rules - My AO3: BetrayedWriter

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Wesker's Captive - Part 1

Wesker's captive - part 1

Pairing: Albert Wesker x reader (wrote at the 1st person)

Warning: smut + wrap your biscuit, please

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot some mistakes :) + "Wesker's captive" will probably have different parts, but they are gonna be random (no order to read them) and it's also inspired from the novel I'm currently writing

Hastily, I leafed through the first part where he introduced his latest experiments and correlated each event, each date, through disconcerting calculations. After that, he mentioned the works of the researchers he had plundered, then of the other scientists who worked for him, before stating grotesque mutations, sometimes with reports loaded with more appalling details than the others. This part was as exciting as it was long, his latest creation fascinated me, even if I had doubts about its effectiveness.

What is the craziest thing? To create viruses to collect as much money as possible, even if it means creating a powerful terrorist network? Or deciding to remake the world with this same money to finance more extreme research?

After a vast, almost stringy, report, I managed to put my finger on Albert's first theory about the new virus he was studying.

“I can't leave you alone for a moment without your curiosity getting the better of you.”

I didn't hear him coming, but I didn't flinch, thanks to his gentle tone. As I looked up, I smiled and shrugged my shoulder, almost innocently. Only a towel, hanging from his pelvis, masked his nakedness.

“Shake a bone in front of a dog. Do you think it will resist the lure of the marrow for long?”

With velvet steps, Wesker reduced the distance between us, before crouching down facing me as I was on a chair. Even though the distance warmed my face again, I held his gaze, head straight. I had not hesitated to slip into his office when he was in the shower, after I stole the necessary key. For six months he had kept me at his mansion. Six months that I managed to build a bond of trust between us… A bond of trust that would serve me later.

“Well, if this dog is perfectly trained, he won't even wag his tail…” he murmured, in a joking tone.

“I think you’re forgetting human nature. Our desires are often stronger than reason, aren't they?”

My right hand slid down his muscular thigh, then dangerously up under his towel, a way to tease him. He wasn't shy with me. Oh no, he was pushing me to act like an easy lay and sometimes like a prudish woman, an attitude that exposed my weaknesses, a danger to my future.

“Not always. In many ways, you have been wonderfully in control from the start. You will soon be superior to most beings on Earth.”

“Perfect, do you want lessons?” I teased him, in a honeyed voice.

On the fly, he made me fall on the ground, and under the surprise, I dropped the work. The man took advantage of the situation to settle between my thighs, leaned above me. His chest plastered against mine, his face to some centimeters of mine, his hands harpooned my wrists to immobilize them; my heart pounded wildly. I hated myself for reacting like that, for enjoying the slightest physical contact with him. Had I been bewitched in some way? I guess so.

“If anyone can teach lessons, it's me…” he whispered in my ear.

A pulsating tinnitus, as if I had been blown away by the last breath of an explosion, left me paralyzed. When I looked up, I met his lustful gaze as my barriers crumbled and gave way to his captivating irises. One of his hands traced its way down my right side and up to my neck. His lips called to mine. I longed for him to kiss me. When his other hand released my second arm, he stroked my left cheek, that of an incredible tenderness.

Albert pressed his lips against mine, at first for a soft kiss, before the ardor carried him away. Quickly, his touch showed impatient, his hands slipped under my butt and I jumped to wrap my legs around his pelvis. Without the least difficulty, he raised us and dragged me with him in his room. Delicate, he dropped me on his gigantic bed without delay to dominate my body with his. Prompt, he released me of my nightdress and slipped his hands under my nightie. He pressed a series of hot kisses in the hollow of my neck to my chest still covered. Impatient, he hurried to remove the fine fabric, throwing it on the ground.

On my side, I let my fingers touch, trace the contour of his pectoral and abdominal muscles drawn to perfection. Progressively, I untied his towel, until making them fall on the floor. Of a hand trembling of impatience, I approached his still stretched member, to my biggest surprise. Did he want me so much him? Did I manage to make him that effect? The one that an expert woman would master. Guided by my instinct, I came to caress his warm cock, then to encircle it of my palm, in order to carry out movements of back and forth. Husky sighs escaped from his lips, conferring him a charm and a sensitivity that I didn’t know yet in him, in spite of his imposing charisma.

“You’re incredible, treasure”… he breathed.

Finally, I pushed back it in all delicacy, positioned me on my knees, as I had been told to do it in the past. I leaned towards his erection and presses some wet kisses there, whereas he gritted his teeth… The desire and the heat climbed at speed in my body, following the example of the virologist. Then, I took again movements thrust, slow, before speeding up the pace. As I was about to take it in my mouth, he lifted my chin and forced me to lie on my back. Obviously, he did not want me to linger on him…

His hands slid under my butt and he pulled my lacy underwear down my thighs, before he sent it flying somewhere. Without wasting any time, he grabbed his cock and caressed my wet labia. A thin sigh escaped me. I was burning with anticipation. My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. A powerful heat rippled through my body. Yet he didn't penetrate me right away. Instead, he preferred to titillate my chest, my erected nipples, with his soft and warm tongue.

“Albert…”

““Albert” what?” he whispered against my skin.

My face flushed for the first time since I had initiated this intimate moment… Even though I could only see his hair, in which my fingers were running, I felt a smile split his lips.

“I want you like I haven't wanted a woman like this for a long time…” he continued in a hoarse voice.

“In this case, show me how much you want me.”

It is all that it needed for him to push himself inside me, delicately. My hands gripped his forearms, I bent my knees further and my hands pressed against his butt to invite him deeper into me. My head thrown back, a soft melody of moans caused by my vocal cords mixed with his wild grunts.

“Y/N…" he growled.

From his mouth, my name sounded like a sweet melody. A sweet melody that evaporated in the warm atmosphere. His back and forth movements became powerful thrusts. The power he exuded, the intensity of his cock, made my head spin. I wasn’t myself anymore. The desire overwhelmed me, engulfed me, consumed me.

I couldn’t determine how long our lovemaking lasted, but it didn’t stop. Albert didn't let me have any respite, he drove the pleasure to the edge of nirvana. With my eyes closed, moans escaped me. My vagina clenched tightly around his dick, like a soft vice, a sign that my orgasm was hitting me full force. Hit by his own orgasm, he grunted, then let his warm seed spill into me. With a sigh, he buried his face in my neck.

I had become his full-fledged captive by choice.

And I had enjoyed every second of it.

I had no regrets, even if it meant betraying my own people.

Hey, readers! I hope you liked it! My requests are closed for now (I still have to write two of them), but I still take commissions on my ko-fi page (check my bio), where I can write stuff for $1, $2 and $8. Don't hesitate to support me and my work or tip me here since I'm broke😊💜

My Ko-fi: betrayedwriter

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Wesker's Captive - Part 1

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