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

Chapter Four - Bela's Succour

'Let's get you out of these binds shall we?'

Bela uncuffed Stake's limbs, freeing him from the leather apparatus. This was the opening he had been waiting for. Big mistake bitch.

Stake rushed forward, wrapping his rough, calloused hand fully around the slender flesh of Bela's neck, and pinning her to the bars of the cell. With his other arm, he plunged it down between her legs, and lifted her bodily into the air. Stake noticed that as he did so, she was wearing nothing underneath her cloak. The taut muscles of his forearms flexed and bulged as he gripped a bar of the cell with vice-like strength, and as they did, he could feel the gentle kiss of her labia press softly around them.

'Bad move... you're gonna tell me how to get the hell out of this nuthouse of a castle, and neither you nor your crazy bitch sisters are gonna stop me. One fucking word, and I'll choke the life from you.'

Bela's lips widened into a strained grin.

'Hmmmm I'll bet you could... stud!' she choked out, emphasising her last word with a sly wink.

This wasn't exactly the reaction Stake was expecting, but perhaps she was keeping up the crazy charade in the face of imminent defeat. He decided to show her he wasn't playing around.He squeezed slightly, and felt the supple flesh of her neck depress inward, and the quickening pulse of her supernatural blood pumping through her carotid arteries.

She began to bite her lower lip, and Stake could feel her pussy moisten against his forearm. This sick bitch was enjoying this!

'In case you haven't figured it out-' she choked out the words between gasps. '- I'm trying to help you ya big lug! Can't you see I want only good things for you?...'

She began to move her hips as much as she could, grinding her silken kiss into the dense flesh of Stake's forearm. She was so wet that she glided along his arm, free of friction.

'You must be so hungry... and tired... no proper food apart from those aphrodisiacs... no proper bed except for that lumpy old contraption... and those awful cuts my sister gave you... let me look after you... you can be my master for a change...'

Stake considered this for a moment. If he let her go, she could run away and alert the others. But she did free him... so what was her angle? He mulled over the possibilities of traps and threats, but his mind kept returning to the patch of feminine dampness that was pooling on his forearm.

The accursed aphrodisiacs still wreaked havoc with his endocrine system, and he felt the stirrings of virile desire even now once more, despite the relief Cassandra has brought him only moments before. He felt as if he would never be free of the insatiable hunger these aphrodisiacs had given him.

'One chance.' stated Stake. 'One chance to prove yourself, and if you mess it up, you're dead.'

Bela gave a giddy head nod and purred the words 'Yes sir.'

He released her, and she landed deftly on her feet. She looked up at him, a head smaller than he was, and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. Stake found his hands unconsciously move to the width of her hips.