You got close to Wesker

Inventory: A Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family. A comfort in hard times

Gender: Female

Your memory of the next few months is a mess, the blow you suffered seeming to have scrambled your mind. You recall reaching the first major town, at the time I had seemed amazing to you, you had climbed out of the hiding place and wandered through the place with a open mouth. All the time Wesker sticking close behind you, watching out for you.

The caravan had only stayed there for a few days and you remember Wesker asking you if you want to stay with the caravan. This old soldier, with his face a mess of scars and his rough manner, was actually blushing when he asked you if you were going to leave.

You stayed, now you don’t know exactly why but you do recall a night a week later. It had been a hot day but as soon as the sun went down the cold started to bite down hard. You had sat shivering in your hiding spot as the rest of the people ate and drank and warmed themselves by the fires.

After things fell silent you heard the sound of Wesker approaching, he would normally come and bring you food after everyone else was asleep. Your hiding spot was in one of the carts that was used for storing feed and other such things, no one actually slept in it.

Pulling the cloth aside you saw Wesker standing outside the cart, holding a bowl of still steaming food in one hand and a large blanket in the other. Making space for him he climbed inside the hiding place. You had taken to talking like this at night and you had come to look forward to these chats more than the food.

The night was cold and you ended up under the blanket together. From their memory fails you, you recall the warmth of his body, the feel of his muscles under your hand. Your bodies pressed together for warmth. Somehow his hand ends up in yours, your heads move close together as you talk. Eventually your lips touch and you experience your first kiss.

His skin was hot against yours as you pulled each others clothing away. His mouth felt rough against your nipples as he suckled at them like a baby. You found it hard to keep quiet as he placed you down on the hardwood floor of the caravan. The sight of his erect cock, poised above your virgin sex, even now the memory makes your heart beat faster.

He entered you gently, his lips kissing over your body as he slowly pushed inch after inch of his cock inside of you. The pain of your hymen breaking was sudden, mixing with the pleasure you were feeling into a confusing mass of sensation. Your fingernails dug deeply into his shoulder as you tried to keep from crying out. He held you there, his cock buried completely inside of you, for a long time.

When he finally began to move it was like nothing else you had ever felt. Your breath came in great gasps as he slowly pumped in and out of you. For his part Wesker was panting like a beast, seeming to have to fight to keep himself in control with every thrust.

Eventually however he could take no more and, pulling back slightly from you, his cock slide from inside you and up onto your belly. You felt hot fluid splash against your stomach as he shook and groaned above you.

As he collapsed on top of you, his body smearing his fluids over your stomach, you remember the strange feeling of want it left. As if some pressure had been allowed to fade away instead of being released.

After that you had slept together nearly every night, every night Wesker would pull his cock free at the last moment, spraying his seed on the hardwood or your stomach. Once or twice you felt yourself nearly reach some kind of peak, only for him to pull free of you before you could achieve it.

The day you were found was hard. Another guard happened to find you whilst moving stock and you were dragged out and in front of the captain of the caravan. You tried to convince him to let you stay with them. For one horrible second you thought he might make you “Comfort” the other men on the caravan. Instead he simply left you by the roadside. With nothing but your memento of home to your name.

Wesker had tried to step forward and defend you when you were found but you pushed him away. Kicking at him and shouting for him to get away from you. The idea of ruining his life because you had been a foolish child was too much to bear. He had looked at you as the caravan drove away, you could not tell if he understood why you had done what you did.

So there you were, stuck in the middle of a dank forest, you recalled Wesker calling it Carrion Wood.