Back to Sheva and Claire....

The glistening folds and velvet interior of Claire’s sex beckoned Sheva forward. Her mighty cock pointed the way to her dripping cunt. Claire was splayed out on the couch, her legs wide, and arms out. The look was entirely that of a fashion model, yet no fashion model was this sexy, or entirely nude. Her entire body on display before her new lover. The sweat made her white skin glisten in the light of the LEDs and more importantly, the fire. Its’ heat adding much to the feeling of the room. Claire was to Sheva at this very moment, the embodiment of desire and female sexuality. Her ample rear end propped up her body, the impressive cheeks pressed out to each side. Her midsection was taut, worked out, with a strong hint of abs. Her breasts, smaller than Sheva’s but impossibly firm, hung down ever so slightly. Their size making it hard to avoid gravity's pull, but they fought it nonetheless. Even her nipples were large and turgid. Red nubs stuck out nearly an inch from her puffed up areolas.

Her body was in stark contrast to Sheva’s. Her tan skin glistened with sweat. It poured down her body and highlighted all of her demigod like curves and muscles. Her abs were beyond 6 pack. She was big. Clarie’s body was tiny compared to hers. Claire had to assume her ass was on par with the rest of her, judging by the swell of her waist,, but it was hidden behind a sign of her, to Claire, godhood. Her cock was nearly crimson. Thick veins crisscrossed it's impossibly long length and wide girth. Two large orange sized testicles filled her sack to the max, causing it to hang low on her thighs. A lesser girl would be woefully intimidated by such a piece, but not Claire. Her life was all about challenges, growing up in Chris’s shadow, the Raccoon City Incident, and beyond. Even though she just failed to take it completely in her mouth, her hunger for such a tool would not be denied. She licked her lips in anticipation as she watched Sheva slowly approach her. Her fist slowly pumped the length of her tool, its purple head staring Claire down, tempting her. With a slowness that belied the raging sea of hormones, and viruses, between them, Sheva finally pressed against her weight against Claire’s seated form. Tongues intertwined in a mating dance of their mouths. Finally, Sheva broke the facial embrace by pulling away, but dragging her teeth across her lower lip.

Claire looked at her, batting her blue eyes at the futanari goddess. “Sheva, someone’s outside!”

“What?”

“Someone’s outside.” Sheva blinked and found herself no longer staring at a naked Claire Redfield. Instead the real Claire was shaking her. Must have been dreaming…Sheva thought, then realization hit her. Shit. She quickly covered the small lump that formed in her pants, not noticing that it was larger than last time.

“Quiet.” Sheva whisphered. “Up against the wall. Quick!”

The pair pressed themselves against the wall as best they could. Sheva found herself against the door as it creaked open; Claire crouched under a window. A small scattering of sand entered when the door opened. Sandstorm must be dissipating. Sheva thought. She heard several footsteps as they fell upon the wooden floor followed by the door swinging shut. She looked over at Claire and nodded. The pair rose up as one and jumped at the intruder. The slender individual grunted and went down as two bodies slammed into them. For a moment they tried to fight but quickly gave up. Sheva straddled the assailant as Claire moved up to their head. She tugged off the googles and mask before letting out a gasp.

“Nice to see you again Claire. You’ve grown up.” Ada Wong stated as if she wasn’t pinned to the floor. “Is this how you welcome everyone?”

“Who is she?” Sheva asked.

“Ada Wong.” Claire stated, “I met her back in Raccoon city. You died there.”

“Almost died there.” Ada corrected before turning to Sheva. “Can you get up, it’s a little awkward to have a conversation like this.”

Sheva sighed. “Tie her up.”