The Monsters' Favorite

Tentacles. Just Tentacles.

Nemesis was a fickle one. Though he seems like the type of killer that would have zero interest in the pleasures of the flesh, you knew better. He most certainly had his needs and wants, though they were rarely expressed, given his drive for destroying the last remaining members of S.T.A.R.S took precedence over everything else hardwares into him. But, even he has his moments of human weakness, though rarely seen and even harder to find.

You first caught his eye during a typical trial, when, instead of running away from him, you stood by, almost as if waiting for him. You didn't even scream when the Nemesis' wrapped his long, fleshy tentacle around your neck, squeezing it threateningly. All you did was stand there, waiting, watching, smiling..? He was taken aback by your reaction, but what confused him more was his own feelings. More so, that he felt anything at all. Something... something, he just couldn't remember what. He let you go that trial, too disturbed to go through with actually killing you. Nothing was physically stopping him, he just- something deep inside of him simply didn't want to kill you.

The next time he saw you, you actually helped him find his target: Jill Valentine. Pointing him in the right direction, telling him if she was hiding, what floor she was on, anything to help him find his quarry. And you helped him with the other survivors, too. In several different trials, you aided him, slowly getting closer and closer until the Nemesis actually wanted to be close to you. To have you within arms reach, so that he could always have a close eye on your small, weak form...

Odd. Very odd, how something inside of the bio weapon changes when you're around. Like, he can almost be something else, something more than what he was created to be. Were you giving off some kind of pheromones that were causing some kind of reaction inside of his brain? None of this made sense, but what he did know was that having you close made him feel good, and he'd like to keep it that way, even if it was extremely confusing to him.

You started coming to the RPD Station on your own, after a time, so that you could spend even more time with him. It was genuinely amazing and touching to see something so unused to attention or affection in any way go from outright avoiding any and all contact to actively seeking out affection and even showing it, himself. Though it took even more time, the Nemesis began to grow curious about your human body. First starting with unintentionally harsh pokes here and there, then turned into gentle squeezes there and here, to his tentacle-like-appendage groping and roaming your body freely, becoming more and more bold every time you visit him.

This visit would be the one, you just knew it. The time was right, and the Nemesis was ready to accept his reward wholeheartedly. You entered the police station, soaking wet due to the eternal rain pouring down outside. Your dress hung off of you heavily, sticking to the shape of your body, showing off your curvy figure. You wrung out the excess water from your hair and clothing before you continued inside, not wanting to be completely dripping wet as you looked for him. You needed to be at least a little presentable, especially since something special was about to happen...

No sooner than you entered the lobby, did a viscous tentacle slither around your waist, gently tugging you towards its owner. You couldn't help but to grin and giggle to yourself. He's been so clingy lately, and I love it. You stroked the appendage, allowing it to guide you towards its owner who was standing off to the side, silently watching you like always. Nemesis couldn't emote with his face at all, so that left you having to learn his body language ques and how he uses his tentacles to communicate. It took a little trial and error, and a bit of patience on both sides, but you think you're getting the hang of it.

"Hey, big guy. Missed me, huh?" You cooed, patting him on the side once you're close enough to reach him. Nemesis grumbles quietly in response, staring down at you. Your waist is still grabbed securely, the tentacle occasionally squeezing and relaxing every now and then. He's relaxed. Good.