A/N : I'm back, so gift me your Power Stones.
Oh, and for this week there will be a change: 100 Power Stones = 1 bonus chapter.
Also, from Saturday to Sunday, I'll be taking a break from posting. But in return, if there are any extra bonus chapters that haven't been uploaded during those days, I'll post them on Monday.
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Allen's lips trailed from Annette's mouth down the curve of her neck, each kiss slow and deliberate, sending shivers racing across her skin. His hand slipped under her hoodie, fingers gliding over the soft, smooth warmth of her body, while his other hand gripped and kneaded her firm ass like he couldn't bear to let her go even for a moment.
Annette arched her back sharply, biting down on her lower lip as soft, needy moans slipped out. The serum had transformed her—making her stronger, more irresistibly alluring—but right now, under Allen's skilled touch, she felt deliciously fragile and exposed in the way she craved.
"Allen…" she whispered, her voice breathless and shaky, fingers weaving into his thick hair to pull him closer. "You're not even giving me a chance to catch my breath."
"That's because I don't want to stop," he murmured hotly against her chest, his hands tugging her hoodie up and over her head before flinging it aside. His eyes roamed over her bare curves, drinking in every swell and dip with a raw hunger that made her cheeks flush deep red. "You're mine, Annette. Right here, right now."
Her heart pounded wildly at his possessive words. Part of her wanted to tease him back, to play it cool, but the growing heat throbbing between her thighs gave her away completely. Instead, she yanked him in tighter, their lips crashing together in a fierce, urgent kiss that left them both gasping.
Allen's hands explored her body like he was claiming every inch for himself, roaming freely until one bold hand slid between her thighs, pressing right against her core with just enough pressure to make her gasp and clutch at his shoulders desperately.
"Ahh—Allen…!" she moaned, her whole body trembling from the electric spark of his touch.
He smirked, his warm breath brushing her ear as he leaned in close. "You taste like you've been waiting for me all this time."
Allen quickly stripped off the rest of their clothes, tossing them haphazardly to the floor without a second thought. His hands couldn't get enough, roaming over every lush curve of the mature woman's transformed body, tracing her smooth skin with a burning need that made his fingers tremble slightly.
"You're so damn sexy, Annette…" he whispered, his voice thick with desire, eyes locked on her as he explored her relentlessly.
Annette matched his passion, her own hands caressing his strong frame with equal fire. Her breaths came heavier, quicker, when Allen's fingers dipped inside her slick pussy, rubbing gently but firmly against that sensitive spot deep within her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, shuddering hard as waves of pleasure rippled through her core, making her toes curl against the sheets.
"Looks like you're more than ready down here…" Allen teased, flashing her a wicked grin that promised more.
Annette's eyes snapped open, meeting his with pure, unfiltered lust burning in them.
"Just fuck me already…" she moaned, her voice raw and demanding, clearly done waiting and aching for his thick cock to fill her up right then.
Allen lifted both of Annette's legs, spreading them wide apart—her pussy looked perfectly smooth and bare, freshly shaven and glistening with arousal. He lined up his hard cock at her entrance, then thrust forward with raw power, slamming deep and fast into her welcoming heat.
Annette gasped sharply, her breath catching in her throat as he stretched her wide.
"Ohh… God…" She could never fully adjust to his massive size, especially with the way he drove in and out at such a punishing rhythm. Every time he bottomed out, burying himself to the hilt, her womb felt utterly stuffed and claimed.
Plop!… plop!… plop!…
"Yes… harder! Ahhh… ohhh!" Annette cried out, urging him on, begging for even more speed and force. She could feel his heavy balls slapping against her with every brutal slam of his hips into her drenched pussy.
Allen's thrusts picked up, turning quicker and rougher, his hips snapping forward without mercy or pause. Annette's body shook uncontrollably, the intense sensations building rapidly—she could sense her orgasm rushing toward her faster than she'd anticipated.
Allen leaned down then, capturing her lips in a scorching kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he kept pounding her pussy relentlessly, their bodies slick with sweat.
It wasn't long before Annette felt that massive wave of pleasure swelling inside her, ready to break.
Her breath hitched, turning into a desperate cry. "Ohhh… ahhh!.. Allen, I'm gonna cum!"
Her body went rigid, then convulsed wildly as the climax hit her full force. Her pussy walls clamped down tight around Allen's thrusting cock, pulling him even deeper until he pressed right against her womb.
A hot gush exploded from her, squirting out hard and drenching the sheets beneath them.
But Allen didn't let up for a second. He kept slamming into her hips with brutal intensity, driving his cock in like the world was ending, even as Annette's oversensitive body twitched and jerked from the aftershocks.
"Shit… ohhh God…" she whimpered, feeling like she might shatter completely from his nonstop fucking.
Allen leaned in close, growling low in her ear with a voice full of strain.
"I'm… I'm gonna cum inside you, Annette."
With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the root, and suddenly a torrent of hot cum erupted, flooding her womb completely. She could feel his thick load spilling deep inside her, filling her up until it overflowed, sending fresh shivers through her already overstimulated body.
After that, Allen pulled out his cock, watching as streams of creamy yogurt leaked from Annette's pussy. The once-tight hole now gaped slightly, pulsing as if it were breathing while spilling out the seed her womb could no longer contain.
But Allen wasn't satisfied yet—he hadn't touched all three of her holes. He looked down at her with a commanding gaze and ordered her to open her mouth wide. Annette, always so obedient and eager to please, parted her lips without hesitation, letting Allen slide his thick cock inside so he could fuck her mouth just the way he wanted, deep and rough.
Allen pushed his cock past Annette's soft lips, groaning deeply as the warm, wet heat of her mouth enveloped him completely. He didn't waste any time letting her adjust—instead, his hips surged forward right away, forcing his full length deeper into her throat with unyielding force. The sensation of her tongue pressing against him only made him harder, and he savored every second of her submission.
Annette gagged softly at first, her eyes starting to water from the intensity, but she gripped his thighs firmly and relaxed her throat, letting him use her mouth however he desired. Each powerful thrust drove him all the way in, stretching her throat around his throbbing cock as drool began to spill from the corners of her lips, trailing down in messy strings. She could feel the bulge forming in her neck with every deep plunge, and it only heightened her arousal despite the discomfort.
"That's it… take it all, Annette," Allen growled, his voice rough with lust as he gripped the back of her head tightly, guiding her movements and driving himself even deeper into her willing mouth. The faint outline of his cock showed in her throat every time he bottomed out, making her gag louder while thick strings of spit dripped down her chin and onto her heaving chest, leaving shiny trails on her skin.
Her throat convulsed around him with every gag, massaging his shaft in a way that sent shivers of pleasure racing through Allen's body. He pulled back just enough to catch his breath before slamming forward again, face-fucking her without a shred of mercy, reveling in the obscene, wet slurping sounds that echoed through the room. The way she submitted so completely only fueled his desire to push her further.
Allen's thrusts grew even rougher as time went on, his fingers tightening in her hair while he slammed deeper into her throat over and over. Her eyes rolled back slightly from the overwhelming sensation, her throat bulging visibly around his cock with every violent push that made her body jolt.
After about half an hour of this relentless oral assault, Allen had already cum in her mouth several times—this was the fourth load building up now. Right at that moment, she could barely breathe, reduced to muffled moans and gags around the thick shaft that stretched her so wide.
"Fuck… I'm close… swallow it all, Annette!" he groaned, his voice strained with building ecstasy as he buried himself to the hilt one last time.
With a final, deep thrust that pinned her head in place, Allen's cock twitched hard inside her throat before erupting powerfully. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight down her esophagus, flooding her stomach directly before she even had a chance to taste the salty warmth. The force of it made her swallow instinctively, her body working to take every drop.
Annette's eyes widened in surprise as her throat convulsed around him, forced to gulp down every powerful spurt that shot deep inside her. She could feel the heavy, warm load pooling in her belly, each pulse of his cock stuffing her throat with more of his thick seed until it felt like she was overflowing from within.
When he finally pulled back slowly, a messy trail of saliva mixed with stray drops of cum clung to her swollen lips and chin as she gasped for air, her chest rising and falling heavily with ragged pants. But even in her dazed state, her expression remained one of pure obedience and satisfaction, her eyes hazy but ready for whatever Allen demanded next, no matter how intense.
Allen grinned down at her, his hand sliding down to her ass with possessive intent. He spread both cheeks wide open, exposing her tight hole completely, then pressed the tip of his still-hard cock right against her puckered asshole, teasing the entrance lightly at first.
"Wait… not there… ahhh… slow… Ohghh.." Annette whimpered in a mix of anticipation and nerves, but her voice quickly dissolved into a deep, needy moan the moment Allen pushed in without mercy, ignoring her plea for slowness.
Her body tensed up immediately, the tight ring of muscles trying desperately to resist the intrusion, but it slowly began to yield and stretch open around his thick shaft, inch by agonizing inch.
Allen growled with raw satisfaction as he forced himself deeper into her ass, savoring the incredible tightness that gripped him like a vice. He didn't stop until his entire cock was buried to the base inside Annette's anus, filling her completely.
Her body arched off the bed in response, her fingers clawing desperately at the sheets as a sharp scream escaped her lips, her whole frame trembling from the intense blend of pain and undeniable pleasure that coursed through her.
"Fuck… so tight in here, Annette. This ass was made for me," he murmured, his voice laced with triumph as he held still for a moment to let her adjust to the fullness.
He began to move then, pulling out halfway before slamming back in with brutal, steady thrusts that shook her entire body. Each drive stretched her even tighter, producing filthy, wet sounds that mingled with Annette's escalating moans of ecstasy.
From below, her pussy was still dripping with the remnants of Allen's earlier cum, the slickness adding to the lewd symphony of their coupling.
Allen slammed harder into her, his hips smacking against her ass in a savage, unrelenting rhythm that pinned her body firmly against the mattress, leaving her no room to escape the pleasure. Annette's voice broke into a series of screams and moans, raw and desperate.
"Ohhh God… too deep… yes—ahhh! Harder, Allen!" Her body trembled uncontrollably as another climax ripped through her unexpectedly, her ass clenching tightly around Allen's pounding cock, which only sent even stronger waves of ecstasy surging through both of them.
Allen didn't forget to reach forward and grab her bouncing breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly every time her body shook from the impacts. The way they filled his hands perfectly drove him wild.
"Please!.. suck my nipples too," Annette begged him breathlessly, her voice laced with need.
Allen happily obliged, leaning down to capture one nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hungrily like a starving man, then switching to the other with equal fervor.
"Ohhh… yesss… suck them," Annette moaned loudly, her hands pulling him closer as the added sensation pushed her even higher.
And after five hours of nonstop sex, Annette had now fainted in her room—her body covered in bite marks, her hair a complete mess, her pussy that was already red and swollen and the asshole hole that looked like it was opening and closing and between the two holes flowed Allen's cum fluid from there.
The next morning, Annette woke up earlier than Allen and saw him already opening his eyes beside her, as if he had been waiting for her to wake up.
"Good morning, beautiful," Allen greeted her.
That simple greeting made her heart flutter with joy.
"Yeah… good morning, handsome," Annette replied before leaning in to kiss her secret lover—though she hadn't divorced her husband yet, she was already planning to do so after escaping from Umbrella.
After that, Annette stood up on her shaky legs and walked to the bathroom to clean herself up. Allen followed right behind her, not wanting to miss the opportunity, and soon the sound of moans echoed from inside the bathroom during their quick session.
When they finally came out, Annette slipped into fresh clothes that had been prepared by Tiamat.
"Thanks…" Annette said gratefully to Tiamat, who had prepared everything for her.
After eating and chatting for a while with the other women, Annette finally resumed her postponed discussion with Allen regarding the G-serum data she had taken from her husband.
"This is the data from the G-serum," Annette said as Allen examined the contents on his computer.
From the look in his eyes, however, it was clear he had already noticed something missing.
"Yes, the data isn't complete yet," Annette admitted. "But with this much information, I'm confident I can finish it myself."
Allen gave her a small smile.
"With your brilliance, I doubt anything is impossible for you."
After copying the data for himself, he handed the CD drive back to her. The information would be quite useful in the future. Perhaps he could even use it as a way to approach Ada more smoothly.
Annette accepted it, fully aware that Allen was placing a certain level of trust in her by returning it. A gentle warmth spread through her heart.
Soon after, she stood up.
"You're leaving already?" Allen asked.
"Yes. It's still my day off, so I'll go home and see Sherry. I'm sure she's been missing me," Annette replied with a soft smile.
"Oh, in that case… take this."
Allen reached into a drawer and produced two small nano-tech bracelets.
"With these, both you and your daughter will be safer if anything happens."
He carefully explained their functions—how they could deploy a protective barrier in emergencies, track location, and send a distress signal directly to him.
Annette was visibly moved.
No one had ever taken her safety—and her daughter's safety—so seriously before.
Without thinking twice, she stepped forward and embraced him tightly. She then leaned in and kissed him softly one more time.
"Thank you, Allen," she whispered.
After that, she finally left the penthouse, her heart feeling warmer and more secure than ever as she headed home to Sherry.
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After that, Allen was now at the S.T.A.R.S. headquarters inside the Raccoon City Police Department.
He walked through the training area, calmly observing the activity around him. Officers were running drills, practicing formations, and checking their equipment.
His gaze quickly landed on a familiar figure—Svetlana Belikova.
The woman assigned as his bodyguard was currently instructing several members of the tactical rescue team. Her posture was straight, her voice firm, and her presence commanding. She had been drilling the team for over a month now, and even Albert Wesker seemed unusually attentive under her supervision.
Allen then shifted his attention and approached Chief Brian Irons, who appeared to have been waiting for him.
"Hahaha, welcome, Allen! I never thought you'd actually join S.T.A.R.S.," Brian greeted with a hearty laugh, extending his hand.
Allen shook it with a cheerful smile.
"Hahaha, meeting you here is already enough, Chief. You didn't need to wait for me personally. Oh, by the way, could I know… which team will I be assigned to?"
As he spoke, he subtly slipped an envelope containing a check into Brian's pocket.
From a distance, Jill Valentine simply shook her head at the sight.
Still, she wasn't angry. At the very least, even if Allen bribed the chief, he had never used such means to harm others.
"Hahaha, don't worry. You'll be placed on Bravo Team as a medic. And if you ever need anything, you can always find me in my office," Brian replied with a knowing smile.
He was fully aware that Allen had been transferred because Sergei Vladimir was dissatisfied with his performance back at Umbrella.
But Brian didn't care.
In fact, he was pleased. He would be getting some extra money out of it, and Allen struck him as the type who had joined S.T.A.R.S. purely for amusement. Besides, Allen was a successful businessman—there was no harm in keeping good relations with someone like that.
"Alright then. If I need anything, I'll be sure to let you know. For now, I'll go meet my team. See you around, Chief."
With that, Allen turned and walked off toward Bravo Team, a faint amused smile lingering on his face.