After finishing several "massage duties" for Aphrodite, Excella was finally allowed to rest. She was quite exhausted—her hands ached from all the work.
While exploring the mansion a little, she was surprised to see Dr. Annette—alive and well—staying there with her daughter.
"Wait, is that really Dr. Annette?" Excella asked Aphrodite in disbelief.
"Yup, that's Annette. Why?" Aphrodite replied casually.
"It's just… I heard in the news that she died in that train accident," Excella said.
In truth, she had already suspected there might be something more between Annette and Allen than just professional ties.
"Oh, that," Aphrodite said with a smirk. "They faked her death to escape Umbrella more easily during that incident."
"I see…" Excella murmured, realizing just how much influence Allen truly had.
"Oh, and one more thing," Aphrodite added as she stretched. "If you're planning to stay here tonight while waiting to be taken to Raccoon City tomorrow, you'd better watch your behavior. Every woman in this mansion is Allen's wife—so don't do anything that might make them dislike you."
Excella nodded quickly. "Yes, Miss Aphrodite."
"Good girl," Aphrodite said with a teasing smile before walking off to join the other women for a chat.
Yeah, Aphrodite's attitude was a little different this time. Since the woman in question—Excella—was overly arrogant, Aphrodite decided to play around with her a bit, just to teach her a lesson. Raviel and the other sisters didn't mind at all; in fact, they agreed with the idea. After all, Excella wasn't officially Allen's girlfriend yet.
.....
Back in Raccoon City, it was already night—
On the balcony of Allen's apartment, Svetlana was relaxing while enjoying the view, sipping wine and reading, dressed in a thin outfit that looked rather tempting.
That sight alone made Allen want to approach her.
"Hey, what are you up to? Mind if I join you?" Allen asked.
"Not much, I just wanted to enjoy the fresh air. And of course, you can join me," Svetlana replied, glancing at him.
"Don't you feel cold wearing something that thin just to enjoy the air?" Allen said as he poured himself a glass of wine and sat beside her. He then casually took the opportunity to wrap an arm around her back.
She only rolled her eyes at Allen's words. "I guess you're just looking for an excuse to sit closer," she said—though she didn't push away the arm Allen had wrapped around her.
"Oh? Are you bothered if I sit this close to you?" Allen asked again.
"Did you hear me complain?" Svetlana replied, turning her focus back to her drink.
"I suppose not," Allen said, gazing at her. "By the way, why aren't you spending the night with your women?"
Svetlana's cheeks were slightly flushed as Allen's hand gently stroked her back. "They went to bed earlier. I wasn't sleepy yet—and when I saw you here alone, I thought I'd keep you company," Allen replied.
"That's a really bad excuse," Svetlana said, staring into his eyes with a sharp gaze, her lips pursing slightly from the creeping effects of the alcohol.
"Yeah, I feel like that's a pretty bad excuse too," Allen replied lazily, his face inching closer to Svetlana. His warm breath brushed against her skin, narrowing the space between them.
Maybe it was the relaxed atmosphere that night, or perhaps because Svetlana had downed quite a few drinks and her head felt light, but suddenly she leaned in closer.
Her lips pressed softly against Allen's, a kiss that started light but quickly deepened. Her tongue slipped inside, moving boldly in his mouth, while her hands grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him tighter.
Allen responded just as quickly, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed firmly together, her chest pressed tightly against his.
Their kiss grew hotter, filled with pent-up desire, the faint scent of alcohol mixing with their quickening breaths.
Allen then lifted Svetlana's body onto his lap, his strong hands guiding her with a mix of tenderness and urgency as he began undressing them both right there on the balcony.
Piece by piece, their clothes fell away—her uniform shirt unbuttoned to reveal the soft curves beneath, his pants shoved down to free his hardening length—until they were both completely naked under the cool night air, exposed and vulnerable yet burning with desire.
"You're really beautiful, Lana," Allen murmured, his voice low and husky as his fingers traced the swell of her breasts, cupping them gently before zeroing in on her nipples, which stood pert and rosy like ripe cherries begging to be tasted.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin, and captured one in his mouth, sucking hard before grazing it with his teeth in a sharp bite that sent sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through her.
"A-Ahhh...." Svetlana moaned softly into his ear, her body arching instinctively toward him, the sound raw and needy as it escaped her lips.
Down below, her crotch grew slick with arousal, her folds becoming drenched and swollen, the wetness seeping out to coat her thighs in a telltale sheen of readiness.
"Can we just do it straight away? I'm already wet down there," Svetlana whispered, her voice laced with impatience and a hint of challenge, as if she were daring him to skip the buildup and dive right into the heat of it all, her virgin body craving the plunge without any drawn-out foreplay.
"Are you sure? This will hurt, you know," Allen cautioned, his eyes searching hers with genuine concern, even as his cock throbbed against her, eager to claim her.
But Svetlana just smiled, a fierce, determined curve of her lips that spoke of her unyielding spirit. "Don't underestimate me boy. Even though I'm still a virgin, I'm a veteran soldier. I'm sure the pain you're talking about is nothing compared to some of the wounds I've experienced before," she replied confidently, her hand wrapping around his thick cock, stroking it once before positioning the tip at her entrance, ready to guide him inside her untouched pussy.
Allen nodded, his own hands gripping her hips tightly, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drank in the sight of her beautiful body—toned from battles fought, yet so femininely curved and inviting under the moonlight. Then, not long after, Svetlana slowly lowered her hips, impaling herself on his penis, the stretch immediate and intense as she took him inch by inch.
"Ahh fuck," Svetlana gasped, her voice breaking as she felt the tip of his cock tearing through her hymen, a sharp sting blooming inside her like fire; it was as if his girth was going to split her in two, the pressure overwhelming her senses in that raw, initial moment.
"Hey, if it hurts, you can do it slowly," Allen said gently, his hands steadying her, though his body tensed with restraint.
However, it seemed Svetlana still wouldn't give up, her soldier's resolve pushing her forward as she continued to thrust the penis deeper, forcing her tight walls to accommodate him until the entire shaft was buried inside, the head pressing firmly against her womb in a deep, claiming penetration.
Svetlana bit her lower lip hard, drawing a faint taste of blood as she tried to stay still for a moment, her arms wrapping around Allen in a tight hug to anchor herself against the lingering ache.
Meanwhile, Allen could see a trickle of blood slowly flowing and dripping from Svetlana's crotch, mixing with her arousal—a vivid sign that she had truly been a virgin until this very night.
Not long after, Svetlana began to move her hips slowly, the pain ebbing into a fuller sensation as she adjusted, her body starting to enjoy the rhythm of riding the man in front of her, each subtle shift sending waves of building pleasure through her core.
And as time went on, Svetlana's movements became faster, more confident, her breaths coming in quick pants as she chased the growing heat.
Plop!... Plop!.... Plop!...
The wet sounds of their joining echoed softly on the balcony, a lewd symphony under the stars.
Allen helped her by gripping her plump ass cheeks firmly, his fingers sinking into the yielding flesh as he thrust his hips upward to meet her, driving himself deeper with each coordinated motion.
"Ahhh.. ugmhh yes Allen fuck me," Svetlana moaned out, her voice rising in ecstasy, the words spilling from her lips unfiltered and desperate.
Hearing that, Allen quickened his pace even more, his hips snapping with controlled power, making Svetlana feel an intense pleasure that seemed like it was the first time she'd ever truly experienced something so profound and consuming, her nerves alight with every plunge.
"Ahhh yeah.. like that your cock ahh fuck," Svetlana cried, her full breasts bouncing wildly with the force of their rhythm as Allen leaned in again to suck on her nipple, his mouth working it like he was demanding milk from it, tugging and laving with hungry insistence.
Fifteen minutes later, Allen felt the familiar coil tightening in his gut, his balls drawing up as release loomed.
"Your pussy is so tight, I think I'm gonna cum, Lana," he groaned, pushing his cock deeper inside her, grinding against her cervix to heighten the sensation.
"Yes, cum inside Allen, cum inside me, I'm also about to cum soon," Svetlana replied breathlessly, her body trembling as she sensed the edge approaching, her inner muscles fluttering around him.
Svetlana felt her first orgasm crashing over her like a storm, her pussy walls clenching and all her muscles tensing up tightly, squeezing Allen's cock that was buried deep in her womb with vise-like intensity, milking him as waves of bliss tore through her.
"Ahhhh yes," they orgasmed together, their love juices spurting out in hot bursts, soaking each other and the balcony floor in a messy flood of shared release.
That made Svetlana collapse forward, leaning against Allen's chest, her breathing ragged and heavy from the exhaustion of her debut into passion. But of course, their round wasn't over yet—the night was young, and their hunger far from sated.
"Now it's my turn," Allen said with a predatory grin, lifting Svetlana's body against the balcony wall while still buried deep inside her, the new angle making her gasp as he pinned her there. That made Svetlana shiver because it seemed the man who had taken her virginity still wasn't satisfied, his eyes dark with unrelenting lust...
And sure enough, two hours later, Allen was thrusting even faster now, slamming his cock hard against her with brutal force, each impact jolting her body against the rough stone.
Plop!... Plop!... Plop!...
The relentless slapping of skin on skin filled the air, a testament to his stamina and her endurance.
"Ahhh yes yes... fuck me ahhh," Svetlana cried out, her fingers gripping the balcony wall to steady herself because right now both her legs were lifted off the ground, wrapped around him as Allen relentlessly pounded her pussy with savage intensity, claiming her over and over.
She had no idea how many positions they'd switched through before this—she'd even lost count of the climaxes ripping through her like thunderbolts—but clearly, her pussy was gushing fluids nonstop, soaking the floor beneath them in a slick, growing puddle that reflected the moonlight.
After Allen came for what felt like the umpteenth time deep in Svetlana's pussy, flooding her until her belly swelled out like she was six months pregnant, the warmth of his seed filling her to overflowing, he finally yanked his cock free with a wet pop and let her legs drop unceremoniously.
But that sent Svetlana crashing to the floor, where she could only crawl on all fours, her legs too weak and trembling to hold her up anymore, muscles quivering from the marathon of ecstasy.
Seeing her in that vulnerable position, ass up and exposed, cheeks flushed and parted slightly from the abuse, Allen wasted no time lining up his throbbing cock with her tight asshole, the tip nudging insistently against the puckered ring.
Svetlana felt something thick and hot pressing against her back entrance and glanced back at him over her shoulder, realizing this man who'd already claimed her virginity wasn't done—he wanted to take her anal cherry too, to possess every part of her. But she stayed silent, letting him do whatever he wanted, even arching her back further to lift her plump ass higher, offering herself completely and giving him full access to her most forbidden spot.
Allen gripped her juicy cheeks hard, his fingers bruising the soft flesh as he spread them wide, exposing her fully before ramming his cock straight into her virgin asshole with a vicious thrust, the tight resistance giving way in a burning stretch that made her cry out.
Plop!... Plop!... Plop!...
The sounds grew wetter, more obscene, as he buried himself deeper, her body adapting with each punishing stroke.
"Ahh... ahh.. oh god fuck yes harder," Svetlana gasped, her body jolting forward with every thrust as his pounding wrecked her anus, molding it to the girth of his shaft, forcing her tight ring to yield completely and grip him like a vice.
A whole new wave of pleasure exploded through her, like she'd unlocked a forbidden door to ecstasy, her soul teetering on the edge of bliss as he hammered deeper, rougher, owning every inch of her ass with merciless strokes that blurred the line between pain and rapture.
Slap!!...
The sharp crack of Allen's hand striking her plump ass cheek echoed across the balcony, leaving a red handprint blooming on her pale skin, the sting igniting fresh sparks in her overstimulated nerves.
"Ahhh, yes slap me again," Svetlana begged, her voice hoarse but insistent, pushing back against him to meet his brutal rhythm, craving more of the dominance.
Slap!...
"Ahhh..."
They fucked on that balcony until morning, the first light of dawn painting their sweat-slicked bodies in soft hues, and now Allen is carrying Svetlana's unconscious and limp body to her room and laying her there.
Currently, Svetlana's body is like that of an 3-month pregnant woman, and from both her lower holes, yogurt juice fluid is still flowing like a leaking water faucet.
....
After cleaning himself up, Allen received a text message from Lupo saying that she would be returning with Excella to Raccoon City later that night.
"Ohhh, so that woman really is coming here," Allen muttered, then replied to the message with Alright, take care on the way, before putting his phone away.
A moment later, he decided to step out for a bit because he thought he saw a familiar woman waving at him from the building across the street. Curious, Allen crossed over and entered the building, then knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock!
Before long, the door opened, and Allen saw the woman who had been waving at him—it was Ada Wong.
"Hey, handsome. Did you miss me so much that you came running over here just because I waved at you?" Ada said in her usual teasing tone.
"If I say yes, will you let me in?" Allen asked.
Ada just smiled. "Come in…" she said, then walked toward the kitchen. "And don't forget to lock the door," she added.
Hearing that, Allen did as she asked.
"Are you hungry? I already made breakfast," Ada said, turning to look at him.
She was wearing a white apron over a red dress with a short, thin skirt—Allen could easily see her smooth white legs and graceful figure from where he was sitting.
"Not yet," Allen replied, shaking his head.
"Good," Ada said with a slight smirk.
A moment later, she walked back toward him with her usual graceful, tempting movements, carrying the breakfast she had prepared for the morning.
After breakfast, Allen leaned back in his chair and looked at Ada.
"Ada, can I ask why you've only shown up now?" he said. She always disappeared like a ghost—busy with her mysterious mercenary work.
Ada glanced at him, her crimson lips curving slightly.
"Well, I've been busy following some military personnel. You might know one of them—a pretty blonde girl," she said, sitting closer to him than before.
"You mean Sienna? Why are you tailing the military?" Allen asked, his gaze locked on her eyes.
Ada leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"I'm still looking for information about Dr. William's whereabouts. The military seems to be trying to secure him, so I figured I'd follow their movements for a while."
Her hand brushed lightly across Allen's chest, as if by accident—but her eyes said otherwise.
Allen couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. He could tell Ada was in one of her teasing moods again, and he didn't really mind being her target.
"Well," he said, resting his hand on her thigh, "you could've waited a little longer. I doubt Dr. William's finished his research yet anyway."
Ada gave him that half-smile of hers, the one that always made the air around them feel warmer.
"Hmmm, and what should I do while waiting?" she said softly, her fingers toying with the edge of his shirt collar as their faces drew closer.