STORY PREVIEW: Resident Evil: Infection - Dimitrescu Sisters

Please enjoy a preview of my latest piece of erotic fan fiction. A new chapter of an old series of mine about the women of the Resident Evil videogames. With the three 'vampire' Dimitrescu sisters in the starring role. The full fic is available now for my $10+ Supporters! Thanks for reading!

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 WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, developers etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I do not own Resident Evil or any of its characters. All characters in this story are aged 18 years old or over.

Starring: Bela Dimitrescu, Cassandra Dimitrescu, Daniela Dimitrescu (all Resident Evil: Village)

Resident Evil: Infection Part 13

An erotic Resident Evil fan-fiction story.

Commissioned by [Anonymous].

Written by DaxG2001 ([email protected]) 

Codes: Cons, MF, FF, MFF, MFFF, Oral, incest.

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“You guys, uh, are working on that cure for me, right?” Vincent Pierce asked as he followed the scientist into the room. “Because it’s felt like years since I’ve first been here.” He remarked. The young man, nicely toned and with average looks, having been long infected with a mysterious variation of the Biohazard viruses that vastly improved his sex drive and cock size at the expense of potential death if he didn’t gain release. The man dressed in a standard uniform of baggy, camo pants and a sleeveless top like he was still more a prisoner than someone being protected or tested on. Although curiously he also had a spare pare of pants tucked under his arm.

“Of course, all in good time. Science cannot be rushed.” Scientist A claimed as he motioned for Vincent to take a seat in front of a simple table, facing the back wall of the room. “Of course, matters such as the incident not that long ago with the intruder isn’t helping matters you understand. A lot of research was stolen then by that spy. Perhaps more if you hadn’t, inadvertently as it appears, intervened.” He added as Vincent sat down at the table.

“The heck is this?” Vincent questioned, seeing an old, dusty looking green bottle of wine with a torn and tatty label hanging of it.

“This is a different form of experiment than we’ve done before with you, Subject Pierce.” The Scientist said as he pushed a cup closer to the bottle. “Today we want to see if the virus inside of you will respond to not a physical or visual stimulation, but one of a more taste-based kind.” He stated. “Trying to provoke another of the senses rather than your arousal since that tends to lead to… Well, you know perfectly well what. Alongside regular damage to property and clothing.”

“Not really my fault on all counts.” Vincent claimed as he reached for the bottle. “But screw it, I’m game. Something different at least from the usual. What is this though?” He said as he pulled the cork out from the top with a bit of a struggle.

“Oh, it’s a rare piece of evidence that’s been recovered from a recent incident across in Europe. It has connections to a different strain of mutation. Essentially it’s mostly alcohol. Wine as they say.” The Scientist said.

“Well, must be five o’clock somewhere, right?” Pierce mused with a shrug, pouring some of the red liquid out into the cup. “Bottoms up I guess!” He added, before bringing it to his lips. Taking a slurp down before his face tensed up. Swallowing but letting out a gag afterward. “God! It’s gone off! That’s disgusting! And it tastes all, like, tinny or metal and stuff.” He said, pushing the cup away.

“Well I did say mostly win. Not all of it.” Scientist A said, taking out a notepad.

“What the Hell else is in this th-eeennnn bbbbmmpphhhh…” He began to instantly slur as his eyes glazed over.

Vincent in the next moment slumped forward, his head hitting the table as the bottle nearly fell over. “Hmmmm. Fascinating.” The Scientist remarked as he wrote down what had just happened. “Dimitrescu vintage is as potent as expected.” He stated out loud before taking out a stopwatch to begin to time how long his ‘test subject’ was out of it for.

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Vincent sat up with a gasp as his eyes went wide. The last thing he remembered was drinking down that disgusting wine, and then… Well, now he blinked in confusion as he looked around. Bar from being in a BSAA secure facility, he was now in what seemed to be some old stately home or a castle. Candles lit everywhere and oil paintings on the walls. A whole lot of dust as well like there hadn’t been any servants for a while. Vincent was still clothed though as he stood up and brushed himself off. This felt rather like that time he had that hallucination dream with that Rachel Foley woman. But it all looked and felt rather real…

He had barely time to think before he heard some wicked cackling from down a corridor. Squinting his eyes as he took a step forward to see if there was danger. Sure enough getting it as the far door slammed open. Seeing a huge cloud of what looked like bugs or locusts swarming out in a mass. Making him yelp as he turned to flee as the insects headed straight for him. Vincent scrambling as he knocked over a pot and a suit of armour as he ran for his life. Finding the nearest door and going in and shutting the door behind him. 

The location being a fancy, if not in need of a good clean, bedroom with only the light of candle flames. The bed being four poster and sizeable, but he made right for the window. Gulping as looking down there was only a vast drop into darkness which would be a foolish route to take. Soon squealing again when the door was bust open as the swarm entered and he backed up into the wall. Going from being scared silly to stunned and confused (along with the fear) as the swarm separated into three… And then transformed into three women?

Twisted, sick smiles that seemed to be coated in blood around the mouths as the trio known as the Dimitrescu daughters and sisters stood in front of him. The three almost identical in terms of youthful looks and body types and with a murderous intent in their eyes. Not to mention the black, flowing robe-like dresses each wore. The women separated by slight ‘age’ difference and hair colour with the oldest Bela with blonde locks, the middle daughter Cassandra of brunette hair while the youngest Daniela was the redhead. Although with how messy and unkept the hair was, never mind their make-up, one would be forgiven to not tell one apart from the other.

“Mmmmm… Man-flesh…” Bela said wickedly, licking her lips as she brandished a sharp, sickle-like weapon.

“You picked the wrong place to wander into, little Man-thing…” Cassandra purred with a deranged tone.

“Mother will be most displeased knowing we let someone invade our home.” Daniela claimed. “But providing a fresh meal will regain our favour.”

“Hey hey hey! I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding!” Vincent claimed. “Let’s talk this out! Cut a deal!”

“Oh, we’re going to cut you alright…” Cassandra giggled as she approached. “Wide open to drink you dry and gobble you down…”

“As if some horrible man could offer us three anything else than your flesh! Let alone to our beloved mother.” Daniela chipped in as the other sisters moved closer in.

“Well, I mean, you know…” Pierce said, looking between the three as he desperately thought of how to stall. “Three beautiful gals like you! Maybe you babes are into, you know, other things than casual murder and cannibalism or whatever else you’re into!”

“Silence, Man-thing!” Bela snapped, brushing past and reaching out with her free hand. However, trying to storm past her sisters first meant she accidentally tripped on Cassandra’s foot. So her hand intending to claw his throat ended up slipping down lower, and grabbing onto his crotch. Her eyes widening when she yanked back and stared down, dropping her weapon.

“Sister?? What is wrong?” Daniela asked.

“H-He… I felt something… Big!” Bela stated as she kept looking down.

“...Big?” Cassandra turned and locked onto him. “How big?” She suddenly moved forward and grabbing his pants, ripped them clean off his body with an unnatural strength.