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Out of everything Leon had expected on his first day on the job, it wasn’t this. Not zombies roaming the halls, nor watching the very man he was supposed to work under turn into a monster before his very eyes, nor solving goddamn puzzles just to get out of this hellhole.

If Leon hadn’t expected all that, he sure as hell hadn’t expected to be pinned to the ground by a fleshy pink and red monster the moment he’d aimed his gun at it. Its limbs, made up of raw bone and muscle, only protected by a thick layer of slime or sweat or something wet, pin his shoulders to the ground, leaning up on all fours as it holds him down.

All Leon can do is pant in reply, struggling with all his force, writhing and crying out - but terrified of being too loud for fear of attracting more unwanted attention, he has to lower his tone.

“G-Get off! ” Leon growls, shoving and pushing. He looks to the side, desperately searching for his gun, but it’s slid halfway across the hall, far out of reach. He doesn’t have a knife on him - nothing . He’s utterly fucked, and he knows it. Between the creature's weight on him, pinning him down with all four limbs, its tongue sliding out from its mouth as its “face” comes closer to his neck as if sniffing him, he knows there’s nothing he can do. He’s going to die here.

The tongue brushes over his cheek, causing him to wince away. It’s cold - unnaturally cold - and it leaves behind a trail of clear mucus as it continues down Leon’s throat, brushing his Adam’s apple.

Leon had expected it to kill him by now instead of playing this stupid waiting game. It seems to just be taking him in, playing with him almost.

And then it nudges hard against his crotch, and Leon squeaks, bucking away desperately. Still, there’s no give, no reprieve from the bruising force holding him down. He just has to lay still while this creature nuzzles harder into his crotch as if sniffing or trying to undress him.

It’s so distracting that Leon doesn’t even notice the second licker until a cold tongue travels down his clothed chest, and then dips under his pants, trying to find entrance between his legs.

“H-Hey! What are you - “ Leon doesn’t get much more out, because the next thing he knows, a second tongue is pressing into his mouth, spilling salty, thick slime into him. He gags, jerks away, but the hold is steady, Even as the tongue delves down the back of his throat, teasing against his gag reflex.

That’s enough for Leon to gag, tears swelling to his eyes as the other tongue, just as cold and unrelenting, drags over his slit, wetting the dry flesh. He shudders, disgust heavy in his body. He doesn’t know what’s happening, why they haven’t just killed him yet. He almost wishes they would so that he wouldn’t have to experience what else they’d rather do with him.

The tongue teases over his cock, soft and pliant, and then dips down between his folds to his entrance. There isn’t a hint of foreplay, of any sort of tease before it dives in, the creature making a strange, clicking noise - as if content with what it’s doing. And all Leon can do is buck and cry and scream against the tongue filling his mouth. He bites down hard on it, but it’s pure muscle and it hardly even bends to his teeth.

So, wrapped in his shame and humiliation and trying to ignore just how deep the tongue delves inside of him, lapping and curling against his walls - and then pushing against his cervix - he cries. He cries because he doesn’t know what else to do. He cries because he’s already been put through so much today, and he doesn’t know how much more he can take. He cries because he’s never felt so violated, never felt like such a piece of meat. He chokes and sobs and retches against the tongue in his mouth and his cries are ignored completely.

The tongue delves again his cervix again, jabbing and poking and slamming against the nerves there, nerves that have never been touched before.

The lickers click and chatter against him, he feels the vibration in his mouth. And then - to his relief - the tongue inside of him, writhing and squirming under him - pulls out. He sighs out his nose, shutting his eyes. Maybe… he’ll be left alone. Maybe they’ll let him go and they know that he’s not… that he can’t…

The body weight on him shifts and he immediately tries to take advantage of it, pushing himself up from the ground with all the leverage he can muster. And he actually manages to get away for a second, gain enough distance to lunge for his gun. Lunge and miss by two inches. Lunge and then be covered in that tongue, slinking around his chest, then grabbing his stomach and holding him in place. That tongue is everywhere, then, spreading his legs, holding him back, pulling him away from the gun no matter how much Leon struggles and squirms. The creature is strong. Stronger than he is. Much stronger. It handles him like he’s a toy, an object .

He’s pulled flush against one of the Licker’s bodies, held against the sinewy, muscled flesh, boned claws holding him too close, pinning him - trapping him. Leon’s never felt more powerless in his life, never had such a lack of control and there is absolutely nothing he can do about it. He struggles, uses all his force to try to fight against that steeled tongue, but there’s nothing. No give. No reprieve. He’s simply forced to watch as the other beast stalks to him, claws clicking against the floor.

And then it lunges for his pants, its jagged, too-long teeth clamp down onto his pants and with one sharp tug, they rip at the thigh, all the way down to his calf. Leon shuts his eyes tight, crying out against the feeling of too-cold air against his skin, goosebumps rising to the flesh.

Another rip, Leon cries out again, tears filling his eyes, flooding and spilling and choking and drowning him. He doesn’t want this, he doesn’t want this . But, the monsters ignore his cries, stuffing his mouth with more of that wet muscle, stuffing his lips, and then behind his tongue, and then down his throat. He gags, stomach lurching painfully, but the monster persists.

It’s enough of a distraction, that wet appendage slinking down his throat, for him to hardly realize that his pants have been completely discarded, alongside his underwear, ripped and torn to shreds. His slit sits exposed to the air of the corridor, the tongue of the licker behind him tightens, forcing his legs further apart so no part of him is left hidden.

Tears boil down Leon’s cheeks freely now. Shame and humiliation blanket him. His muscles cramp from struggling, his chest tight with nausea, and still that tongue explores his throat as if trying to poke and prod him and taint every little bit of him. The tongue pulls out just enough for him to catch a breath, but it’s hardly a break, not when the other beast leans forward over him, trapping him between them.

Leon didn’t know these things had genitals, didn’t know reproduction was even a thought, not that he’d been trying to think about it, but the realization of the hardened length prodding at his entrance hits him like a truck. If it weren’t for the tongue still in his mouth, his scream would have echoed across the entire station, sure to attract attention from every lurking, stalking thing in this hellhole.

The wail comes out muffled, dampened by the tongue inside his mouth. All he can truly do is cry silently as he’s slowly pushed into, the wet, raw appendage working its way inside of him. The glide is easy, all things considered, and it’s not because there’s precum. He’s wet - drenched and he’s profusely trying to ignore it. It’s hard when he can hear the slickness as the creature forces itself into him, sliding past the narrow head to the thickened base.

The member is ridged, made of muscle and tendon, curling and tangling within itself. It curves just perfectly enough to reach his G-spot as it bottoms out. But that only disgusts Leon more. The creature clicks, its face resting against Leon’s, almost nuzzling against him like a cat as it bottoms out, rutting its hips jagged against Leon’s. And then it pulls out.

Leon can’t do much in that moment. He’s terrified, disgusted with himself at how wet he is, and disgusted in this creature for using him like this. He looks at the ceiling above him and just tries desperately to forget what’s happening to him. The thrusting speeds up quickly, hardly giving Leon much time to adjust before the Licker simply uses him as it pleases. Which, wouldn’t be a big deal - it would mean that it’ll end quicker and Leon will hopefully be spared to pick up the pieces of himself.

Except that he just can’t ignore what’s happening.

The member thrusts perfectly into his sweet spot with each thrust, and with the angle he’s being restrained, it only makes the stimulation more intense. In and out, pushing against him in the best ways. He feels his lower stomach heat and flip in pleasure, his pussy wettening more and more by the second as its so ruthlessly abused.

His breathing picks up, his eyes squinting up at the ceiling, but one particularly rough thrust has him groaning out, eyes rolling into the back of his head. And he can’t deny it anymore. He loves this feeling. He feels sick with the realization, wants to rip his hair out and dismember this beast piece by piece and then maybe himself, but then another thrust echoes through him and he moans again, his hips twitching with pleasure.

The ribbed member hits all the right spots, heavy claws pinning him tight against the Licker behind him, his cunt seizing and cock throbbing as he’s fucked. The pace grows to something bruising - not terribly hard, but it’s fast and that length manages to reach deeper, brushing his cervix just right, rocking against his sweet spot. He can’t hold back the undeniable pleasure that aches his body. His thighs tremble, tears rolling down his cheeks but not from fear - just raw pleasure. He squirms, not to struggle but to feel more .

The thrusting gets hard enough that with the mix of light-headedness of his quick breathing, he loses his inhibitions. His shame. His embarrassment. And he cries with ecstasy. His larynx vibrates the tongue still dancing over his teeth with each moan, his fingers flex and tremble from where they’ve been restrained behind his back. He wants to reach his cock, needs that extra stimulation just to tip over the edge, just to make it there completely.

Rancid drool spills from the Licker’s mouth onto his shoulder, but he doesn’t mind. He’s far too gone to care, his cunt thoroughly pleased with how he’s being filled and fucked. He clenches down hard and the monster above him snarls in return, picking up its pace. It’s no surprise that it doesn’t last much longer, not with how tightly Leon’s milking it, pussy throbbing and twitching.

With one sharp cry, it comes inside of him, a painful, bone-chilling cry that in any other situation would have Leon ready to run. But, he drinks it in, a grin on his face as hot cum pumps inside of him, pushing past his cervix, surely into his womb. He couldn’t care less. It feels good that member pulsating and throbbing inside of him, twitching desperately to fill Leon up as much as it can.

The Licker on top of him pants, breathy and wet as every last droplet is milked from it.

And then it pulls out, ungracefully, leaving Leon with a cunt full of cum, limp against the monster behind him. But, that one isn’t looking to stick around much longer either. The tongue slithers out from his limbs, leaving his mouth devastatingly empty, and his body too pliant for his liking. He slumps into the floor, panting, a drunken haze passing over him. He watches with half-lidded eyes as the monsters scurry away, leaving him unsatisfied. But, as he dips two fingers between his legs and finds that white residue leaking back out, he can’t help but feel… empty .

With shaky hands and trembling knees, he slowly gathers his bearings, rising to his feet and grabbing his gun. His pants are ruined, but he knows there should be another pair in the locker room.

Dizzy, uncoordinated, and soaked in a thick layer of shame, he treks off, eager to find some pants and try to recover his pride.