Epilogue 3 - Sweet, Sweet Home (S1)

Epilogue 3 - Sweet, Sweet Home

Later that same night.

Leon retrieved the stolen purse from Joseph with no effort required. The kid was on **** tonight, again, and Leon wouldn’t want to have a taste of him for that. He hasn’t had much from Amanda, so he had better bite something else.

He didn’t want to just randomly pick a stranger on the street and he didn’t have someone specific in his mind now. Well, there are a few blood bags left in the basement...Leon took a deep breath of the fresh air and headed towards home.

Claire’s Harley-Davidson was standing by the door when he arrived. Leon didn’t expect anything, but the moment he turned the key and opened the front door, a strong scent of sex and blood immediately caught him.

He struggled with the thirst but his eyes instinctively turned red and his fangs lengthened. He tried his best to focus and closed the door behind him, but every step towards the second floor consumed a large amount of strength he had left. And when he finally reached the bedroom and witnessed Claire fucking and feeding on a guy in bed, he was at the brink of losing it.

“Seriously? Again? Claire...” Leon bit his lips and tried to resist the urge of joining them, “Don’t...take them back...to our home...”

Claire whipped her head back from Richard’s neck and hissed at the man by the door with her bloody mouth. When she recognized that it was her lovely husband standing there and watching, a weird light flashed in her eyes and she smiled.

“Leon! You’re back!” She cradled the head of an **** Richard and showed Leon the bite marks on his neck, “Want some?”

Even before these two short words were finished Leon rushed by her side and was ready to bite. However, the last bit of self control got the upper hand and he merely licked the blood around Richard’s wounds before closing them in seconds. Claire was shocked at first, but quickly she smirked and stroked Leon’s hair softly.

Richard was on the verge of passing out when Leon released him. The last thing he remembered before he was detached from his mistress, he was told by his new master that he should go home right now and shouldn’t tell anyone about what happened. And he loyally obeyed.

“Jesus, Claire...” Leon was sitting on the side of the bed, gasping while wiping the blood that accidently got out of his mouth, “How many times did I tell you not to take them home? Cleaning the sheets is tiring!”

“I know...But I’m thirsty!” Claire leaned on his shoulder and smiled, “And horny! I can’t just bite or fuck anyone in the street, can I?” Juices were still dripping down from her cunt. After wiping them around it, she licked her delicious fingers and almost lost it again.

“But you had the supermarket clerk girl yesterday night! And the mechanic the night before!” Leon helplessly spread his hands and sighed, “Do I need to remind you that one time when Sherry saw you biting her maths teacher while **** his dick, and we had to make her forget that?”

“Hey, you had me right after you’re turned. I only had something after a whole day!” Claire pouted after cleaning her fingers with her mouth, “I mean, can you blame me for having some kind of eating disorder?”

“I’m not saying-” Leon stopped right before he was about to be interrupted by Claire. Who were he to judge, since he was the one who turned her?

“It’s fine. No one will notice what we are, as long as we don’t kill or turn anyone, right?” Claire smiled confidently, “And the government won’t be laying their hands on Sherry.”

“The government?” He was confused.

“Yeah. The guy you just sent away? He’s a CIA agent, I believe.” Claire casually talked about the information she squeezed from the poor man, “They’re after the G-Virus.”

“The sample in the pendant? Damn it.” Leon sighed and felt like he was having a headache.

They found out that there was a G-Virus sample hidden in the pendant, which Annette gave Sherry as a birthday present, about a month after they escaped Raccoon City. Leon had already disposed of it, since they knew what it was capable of. But how did CIA get the information about its existence?

“I think we had better move to some place else. They will just keep coming.” Leon stood up with seriousness, “I’ll go get Sherry and...Wait, where’s Sherry?”

“Relax. My thralls are having an eye on the town and they’ll quickly notice if anything is unusual.” Claire dragged Leon’s arm so forcefully that she pulled him down in bed. She immediately flipped over, sat on top of him, pinned him down with her both hands and smiled, “And Sherry’s at Rachel’s. I promised her to pick her up at 10. We still have time...”

“Time? What...what are you doing?” Leon didn’t even try to resist, but just stared at her calmly.

“You just sent away my snack, which I’m not done with. Don’t you think you should make some...amends?” Claire leaned over and whispered in his ear, “And...I can smell that you’ve had some fun time with Amanda tonight, but...you’re not satisfied, either, right?”

Leon’s manhood was already erected the moment he entered the bedroom. After Claire voraciously removed his shirt and jeans with her claws, his dick was throbbing against her.

“You’re probably right...”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He grabbed the back of her head to pull her closer, then shared a passionate kiss with her. Their tongues intertwined. Their saliva mixed with the remaining blood and cream in Claire’s mouth and it brought them the unimaginable sense of arousal.

Just when their minds were about to melt, Leon flipped over and leaned Claire’s back in bed, demonstrating his absolute dominance. He gently bit her nipple, slowly rolled down to lick her belly and kept going down. Looking at his dear wife, he smiled and slightly spread her legs, then dived into her intimacy.

Claire moaned aloud as she rolled her eyes back, held the other side of the bed with her one hand and pulled his head deeper with another. The cold tongue of his drilling into her cunt made her feel in ecstasy.

She almost wished time had stopped when Leon grabbed her thigh and her breast simultaneously. Her body arched from the **** sense of pleasure that he gave her. She closed her eyes to enjoy this moment with a blissful smile. When her husband sucked more and more wild, she groaned and licked her canines as she felt her fangs were aching in the gums.

When he felt her pussy was all wet again, Leon climbed up on top of Claire, gently slid his manhood inside her and started to thrust. He softly kissed her neck, where he left the pair of bite marks on.

The stimulation made Claire so hot that her moans slowly became growls. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and her arm around his back, locking him in. She tensed and squirmed with his every movement. The cold but strong vampire penis inside her undead cunt, ironically, made her feel alive again.

Leon was thrusting more and more ferociously as the bed started to quake heavily. Having fun with mortals was one thing, but having sex with his vampire wife was on another level. They would never get tired nor be truly satisfied, but with their heightened senses, they could unleash their strengths without scruple and share the ultimate pleasure of sex with each other which mortal could not even bear.

He lifted his head and moaned, but was immediately pulled down by Claire for another kiss. After roughly biting his tongue, Claire growled and pushed him away by brute ****. Leon stood up with confusion. But after Claire gave him a giggle, turned around and bent over by the bed, he got what she’s thinking and smiled. He grabbed her butts and entered her again, making her hiss from the blissful sensation. He was no longer able to hold his fangs back, and he bared them and growled after they dropped.

He leaned closer on her back, grabbed her breast with one hand and tried to reach her mouth with another. All he got was a pair of sharp pains. Claire pierced his finger with her now elongated fangs and suck ravenously. But the pain soon became numb and quickly turned into pleasure as the aphrodisiac saliva of Claire’s entered his system. Leon closed his eyes and all he knew was to thrust.

“Yes...Ah...” Claire released his finger and gasped for air. She squirmed to match his rhythm of thrusting and alternately moaned and hissed. The intensified pleasure of sex overwhelmed her thirst for blood, as she wanted nothing but his cold seeds inside her womb.

It felt like ages had passed when Leon was dropped on the floor and regained some extent of consciousness. But before he could do anything, Claire sat on top of him and struck down, wrapping his hard penis with her strong and juicy cunt.

“Mm...”

The intense pain cleared his mind for a mere second and soon he was again drowned in the flood of bliss as Claire continuously slammed his pelvis with hers. He felt like his seeds, his essence and even his soul were being sucked into the black hole, as he snarled.

After consuming all he could give for now, Claire snuggled on Leon’s chest with a smile, panted lightly while enjoying the aftermath of the sexual orgasm, the first of many this night, that they both shared.

Hopefully they still remembered that their lovely daughter would be waiting for them to pick her up.

Meanwhile, Joseph Craig, a 19-year-old kid with short, black hair, a nobody who was just trying to get some attention by robbing and taking ****, woke up in somewhere dark that he was not familiar with.

His last memory was the detective’s sidekick, whose name was Leon if he remembered right, came to his apartment to get the old lady’s purse. He was on **** at that moment so he couldn’t even put up a fight, and luckily the other guy didn’t want to hit him hard, either. What happened afterwards was a blur and he couldn’t even know if it was real.

But a naked blonde was standing right in front of him and this was definitely real, as he felt his manhood throbbing inside his pants. He stood up and amorously grabbed her breasts with his both hands. The cool feeling, the softness, the quiet moans from her, none of those were hallucinations. This was real. She was real.

“Wow!” He was salivating, “Am I the lucky one tonight.”

He unzipped his pants and stepped closer, getting ready to indulge himself. It was at this moment that he noticed the blonde lady’s eyes were red, unnaturally red.

“What in the-”

The corner of her mouth curled up and he saw a pair of tiny, ivory fangs. Joseph tried to scream but it was too late, as three tentacle-like green vines shot out of the lady’s cunt and attached themselves on him. One above his pelvis, the second on his chest and the third on his neck, all of them pierced his skin with fangs and started to suck.

He couldn’t even make a sound as the lady pulled him closer and bit on the other side of his neck. Being simultaneously sucked from 4 spots, Joseph was quickly drained and the lady mercilessly dropped his dead body on the floor, after retracting the tentacles back inside her cunt and wiping the blood around her mouth.

Still unable to break out this cell she was locked in, the lady sat in the corner of this room and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Minutes later, the corpse on the floor started to twitch. Joseph opened his now red eyes and saw the world in a move lively color. He growled with his new fangs bared. A strange warmth was slowly building up at the bottom of his belly and he totally ripped his pants apart to release it. His penis, now bigger and stronger than before, split like flower buds and a large fanged tentacle came inside it.

The blonde lady in the corner smiled, and he smiled too when he saw her. He rushed towards her and continued what was left when he was mortal.

“T-Virus ν strain is detected from its blood sample.” A young lady with long, blonde hair in a white lab coat was witnessing what was happening through the window above the cell room, and speaking to the bearded man standing next to her, “Also, some of its genetic codes are similar to those of the Plant 43 sample we acquired last year.”

“That means it came from that damn Umbrella NEST in Raccoon City.” The bearded man responded furiously, “I thought we wiped them out with the bomb.”

“Some of the subjects must’ve escaped the city before the sterilization, Simmons.” The lady said frivolously while placing her hand on his shoulder, “The world would never be the same anymore.”

“We’re dealing with a new vampire species, Ms. Radames. A fucking Umbrella-engineered plant-based vampire species.” Director Derek C. Simmons shoved her hand off, “I hope you to stay professional.”

“Professional, you say?” Head researcher Carla Radames laughed, “I don’t think being obsessed with that vampire bitch is you being professional. Or have you been her thrall all this time?”

“Watch your tongue, Carla.” Simmons pointed a finger at her face with anger, “Ada always gets her job done. She’s perfect.”

“Perhaps. But what would you do if she bites back?” Carla smiled.

“Humph.” Simmons evaded that question with a groan, “Continue this Project Ivy, Ms. Radames.”

“As you say.”

Simmons quietly walked away after having a final glance at the two mating Ivy vampires down in the cell, leaving his head researcher behind. He found his body shivering slightly as he knew that he was the first one aware of this threat of a new vampire species and the last line of defense of the country. And there were only a few things he could do.

“The dusk of humanity is approaching, Ada.” A wicked smile flashed on Simmons’ face as the elavator door slowly closed and he muttered to himself, “I will have you by my side, one way or the other.”