Sneak!

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

Gender: Female

...In the ways of stealth. You had heard stories as a child of those who could become one with the shadows. Who would move undetected through the world, only sliding into view to strike down the just and unjust alike. You knew you could never be the strongest in a fight and you doubted you would ever get the chance to learn even the most basic magic so this seemed like the best option.

Wesker laughed as you told him about the shadows of your childhood, shaking his head when you asked him to teach you what he knows. “I have never been the most subtle,” He said as he looked you up and down. “But then again I could show you some trick. A gingered up mare would have left a harder to follow trail than you did.”

You never did find out what a ‘Gingered up Mare’ was but you didn’t care, at the time you had squealed with joy and thrown your arms around him. Smothering Wesker’s face in kisses and thanking him, promising that you would try your best.

The following day your training began, Wesker had decided that it would be better to cut through the woods to a small town on the other side called Marrion Break. As much as you hated these wood you had to agree, the idea of bumping into anyone from the caravan again didn’t appeal. So you set out and your training began.

At first all you had to do was watch, watch Wesker as he picked up the subtle trails left by the deer that roamed in and out of these woods. He was a good teacher, patiently explaining how the deer would almost always be heading either from or towards the wide open grazing to the east of the woods. So you could be sure that if you followed one of the trails it would lead you closer to the edge of the woods. ( STATUP! +10 Per, + 10 Int)

At the time you had worried that you where being a burden to Wesker, always stopping and asking him questions about what he was doing or why he was doing something. Looking back now you realise that he enjoyed taking on the roll of the teacher. He would always stop and turn to you, his eyes and voice warm as he explained it to you. Always making sure that you really understood what he meant. The memory of his face, so close to yours, his voice soft and calm, his hands strong and sure.

In the now, on the cold stone floor of the labyrinth, you shake your head to try and dispel these memories. Although you can’t say for sure why they feel strangely painful to recall. A hollow sensation filling your chest as you do.

You recall how things went for the next few weeks. During the day you would move, at first towards the town and then from there towards the city of Agonija. It was supposedly the capital of this region and Wesker had figured you could both find some work there. Along the way Wesker would train you in how to move without disturbing the undergrowth as well as how to spot the passage of another.

( STATUP UP! +10 Per)

In the evenings you would stop and make camp. In the later days of your journey, as you became more sure of yourself you would try to sneak up on Wesker as he sat by the fire. ( STAT UP! +20 Dex!) The first week you tried it he always managed to hear you coming, turning suddenly at the last moment and grabbing you, pulling you down into his lap as you both laughed. His lips planting kisses all across your face as he told you to try harder. Eventually however you managed to get close enough to throw your arms around his neck from behind and plant a kiss on his neck.

The first time you did it he nearly jumped out of his skin, your laughter at his reaction echoing against the trees. Quickly those laughs faded away to breathy moans as he pulled you down into his lap. His lips finding yours as both of you ran your hands over each others bodies. Since that first time in the caravan you had only made love a few times. Every time had been fast, almost animalistic as Wesker took you. Under the stars, under the canopy of the trees, during the day or in the middle of the night. The only constant had been that he had always pulled away from you in the last moments, his seed spilling onto your belly or the ground. Each time leaving you feeling strangely unfulfilled.

This time however was different, as you lay on your back across his lap Wesker's hand slid under your clothing. Running up underneath your shirt to cup your breasts, his rough palms gently squeezing them. Sending shivers of pleasure shooting through your body, the sparks seeming to ground themselves in your crotch.

Breaking the kiss for a moment you remember looking up into his face, his features cast in flickering shadows by the fire. Something in his eyes sent a flood of emotions shooting through your body, so strong you felt like you might cry from the joy of it all. Instead you pulled him down into another kiss, this one filled with your passion. In response you felt his hands become rougher on your breasts, his calloused thumb running over your erect nipple.

Eventually his hand left your breast, traveling down your stomach, every inch of flesh it touched feeling like lightning had struck it. Eventually he came to the hem of your trousers, your breath stopped in your lungs as he slipped his hand inside. Running down through your pubic hair to your sex. You convulsed in pleasure as his hand came in contact with your lips, a moan of pleasure being **** from your lungs as his fingers made gentle circles around your opening.

As good as the other times had felt this was something completely new, you could barely breath as Wesker planted kisses all over your face. Two of his fingers sliding easily inside of you as his thumb made circles around a spot just above.

You were helpless in his grasp, his fingers sending wave after wave of pleasure smashing against your minds walls. Every time you thought you had reached some new peak he would delve his fingers deeper, rub his thumb harder and you would be sent to some new height of pleasure. Flat on your back across his lap you could only grasp at his shoulders as you rode out the pleasure.

When the end came it felt like you were going to die, it felt as if you were ascending to heaven. Your body spasmed violently in Wesker’s lap, his free hand holding your head steady as you screamed in pure animal pleasure. Your thigh snapping together as every muscle in your body contracted, later Wesker would joke that you almost broke his hand.

Finally spent you came back to your senses, Wesker's face was close to yours, his heavy breath loud in your ears. He sounded as if he had just run a dozen miles. When he removed his hand from your sex you wanted to pull it back into place, if you had been able to move your arms you might have tried. Instead you felt yourself being lifted off the ground like a child and then lay down on your shared bed roll.

Wesker loomed over you as you lay there, his face hidden in shadow as he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on your lips. Breaking it he paused, you could feel his eyes boring into you.

“Jane….I,” He began, “I...I want you….I.” Another pause as he seemed to struggle to find the right words. “I want you...always.”

As he spoke you understood the words he left unspoken, your heart again being filled with a overwhelming joy, that choked your throat. Meaning that when he placed his hand on your trouser and simply asked “can I?” You could only reply by nodding your head, silently glad that the shadows hid the tears of joy filing your eyes.

Everything was so different that time, before you had both simply fallen together, neither of you asking for permission, simply two animals rutting in the dirt. This time, as Wesker gently pulled your trousers away, leaving your sex completely exposed, it felt far better. Even the tiny sound of his own trousers being unbuckled sent a shiver down your spine. His hand felt like fire as it parted your already spreading legs, allowing to climb on top of you again.

In the dark his mouth found yours as his member rubbed through your sodden pubic hair. His tongue hot as it slid into your mouth in the same moment his cock slowly spread open your lips and slid inside of you. You nearly bit his tongue off as the pleasure hit you, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as he slowly pushed deeper. It almost felt like your first time again but the pain had been replaced with yet more pleasure. As he bottomed out Wesker nearly collapsed on to you, his own breath ragged as he fought for control.

You both sat there like that for a long time, each of you planting gentle kisses on your necks and faces. Simply enjoying the feeling of being connected of feeling another's body so close to yours and yet wanting to be closer still.

Eventually Wesker began to move, at first slowly, drawing his cock out of you with agonising care before slowly sliding back inside. Quickly his pace quickened however as he gave himself over to the animal inside. You felt yourself being pushed up the bed roll as he became more and more ferocious. Every thrust bottoming out inside of you and forcing a cry of pleasure from your lungs as he pounded you.

His thrusts becoming more ragged by the second until suddenly he stopped, with a groan you felt his cock pull completely free of your sex. Then suddenly the feeling of hot fluid splashing against your crotch as he strained above you. His breath coming in gasps as he reached his release before collapsing down on top of you, spent.

After some time he rolled off of you on to the bedroll beside you. His arm across your waist he pulled your body close to his. In the dim light of the fire's embers you could just make out the lines of his face. Leaning forward you planted a kiss on the scar that bisected his face. Wiping away the tears from your eyes you slipped into a easy slumber in each other's arms.

In the morning you awoke with a sheet thrown over you, the smell of cooking on the air. Sitting up you felt the twinge of pain in your lower back from the previous night's fun. Looking around you saw Wesker sitting by the fire, stirring a pot, he didn’t turn to look at you so you decided to try and sneak off and take care of nature's call.

“Morning sleepy head,” Came the voice of Wesker as you tried to sneak out of the clearing. Turning back around you suddenly realised that you were naked from the waist down. For a second you consider covering up but then think better of it. After all it was only the two of you here.

“Just going to take care of nature's call,” You replied, returning the smile on Wesker’s face as you turn and walk out of the clearing. You found a place a little bit into the woods to take care of nature's call. Taking this chance you also looked over the damage done the night before. Your pubic hair was matted down with the dried remains of Wesker’s seed and as you tried to pick it out you wondered to yourself why he always pulled away in the last moments. It seemed to you at the time like a far more messy way of doing things.

Resolving to ask him about this when you get back you squatted down to relieve yourself. Suddenly you heard the sound of a twig snapping. A sound that usually would not stand out yet some part of you tells you it is important.

Where you are now is a small divot between two large trees, you could maybe try and get back to Wesker. Then again you could always take this chance to test your skills on what was most likely a deer.