Lady Dimitrescu's New Vintage - A Resident Evil Village Erotica

Chapter One - Capture

The mission had seemed straightforward enough. Reconnaissance the village and the perimeter of Castle Dimitrescu. Ascertain defences and any possible threats, and perform a cursory analysis of any local B.O.W.s.

Chris Redfield had trusted Hound Wolf Squad with every aspect of this operation for the simple fact that each member was the best at what they did. The BSAA elite, the best of the best.

The speciality of Hound Wolf Operative Chad Stake lay in the realm of stealth and reconnaissance. He had always been fleet-footed and silent, earning him the nickname of "Ghost" all those years ago in boot camp. Ostensibly, he earned his nickname through his obvious skill and guile.

In truth, he had used his skills to sneak to the female bunkers for more than one midnight trist. On the few occasions he had almost been caught, he had lived up to his monicker, vanishing into the night and leaving only an afterimage in his place. The women who had caught him had hoped it was him, and hoped he stayed. Secretly, they wished it was themselves who had been making those barely-stifled moans coming from the shower.

Mischievous whispers in the female locker room spoke of Chads prodigious member, along with a few jokes spoken in excited giggles of how it was even possible to sneak around so silently with a third leg hanging between his regular two.

It was no secret that he had romanced half the camps female population. Not one of them hadn't felt a shortage of jealousy over this, but when he walked past them all square jaw, thick muscles and pumped with testosterone from acing a training exercise top of the class again...well, they didn't mind sharing.

And so he had kept his nickname, and among the proud warriors of Hound Wolf Squad, he was born to it.

That same strength and skill carried him through the wintery woods surrounding castle Dimitrescu now, as he came to a ridge to survey the view before him.

Scanning the grounds of the castle, he could not see any form of camera or electrified fences. As a matter of fact, he couldn't see anything resembling a modern security system; the castle seemed stuck in the middle ages. Good. This should be a piece of cake.

As his sight swept along the upper floors, he noticed a light inside, momentarily eclipsed by a silhouette. He dialled up the magnification and waited for the silhouette to appear again. It glided in front of the candlelight within, and judging by the shape, the silhouette undoubtedly belonged to a tall and curvy woman.

Stake was caught off guard by her dimensions; the the width of her hips, the way they curved and lead to her ass, and the sheer mass of her enormous breasts. Stakes thoughts began to wander from the mission objectives, thinking of how her thighs might look as they lead his eye upwards to her ass, how they might feel...

Stake snapped himself out of it. 'Focus on the mission dumbass!' he scolded himself. The past week had been nothing but go, go, go. Chris had run them ragged preparing for it. The captain had some sort of emotional baggage involved with this mission; it was in his eyes and the way he carried himself, clear for the whole squad to see.

The non-stop preparation had left little time for anything else, much less the chance for a quick masturbation session. There was an unwritten guideline to never embark on a mission with any loaded gun other than the ones in your hands and holster, but he had had no time to follow that guideline either. Stake was backed up big time, and it seemed even the shadow of a woman was enough to get his blood pumping.

'She is probably some B.O.W. freak, get a grip man!' he told himself.

He made his way down further towards the castle. He really should have relayed his info to the rest of the squad, but the lack of defences presented a tantalising challenge to Stake. He'd have fancied his chances even with some modern defences, but their absence meant that he could sneak in and get a better look at the inhabitants of the castle.