Deep below the surface of Racoon City, Claire Redfield had found her way into Umbrella’s top secret lab.

Sherry, the little girl she had so suddenly been thrust into caring for, was seriously ill. The only cure was hidden somewhere in the recently abandoned complex, and Claire was determined to get her hands on it before it was too late.

Even if that meant putting herself in danger one last time.

She absentmindedly brushed her messy ponytail with shaking fingers; not really accomplishing much, but the touch of normally was ever so slightly calming. She had gone from getting pelted by freezing rain to sweating in the humid lab; God knows how long it might be until the next chance to have a proper shower, assuming she and Sherry made it out of the rapidly decaying city at all.

Taking a quiet moment to stretch her toned body, she realised how exposed she was without her jacket; reduced to just her black top and cutoffs. If she had the slightest idea what mess she was going to run into, she definitely would have dressed much more sensibly instead of showing off so much skin. Maybe next time, she joked to herself.

Constant close calls with the living dead (and other, even worse creatures) left her on edge. Claire had been running on adrenaline for a while now, and embarrassingly this had left her with a mild case of arousal. Inside her cutoffs, under her cute cotton panties, her pussy subtly throbbed and trickled arousal. Her nipples poked through her thin top. She could feel herself blushing, even if nobody was around to see why.

Shaking off the mix of raw emotions, she forced herself to explore deeper inside.

The direction Claire had ended up taking was apparently not in the right one; whoever designed this place was apparently as crazy as every other architect in that cursed city. She had been forced to go out of her way to get a stupid keycard so she could get to where she actually wanted to go.

The air in this part of the lab was thick, every breath felt like she was inhaling an uncomfortable amount of pollen. Claire was reluctant to swallow too much. Some crazy plant based experiment had obviously gotten out of control. The idea of zombified plant life was pretty darn weird, but after what she had seen so far... not too weird to just accept.

The lights were mostly out; possibly the ones that still worked were running on auxiliary power. They glowed somehow both harshly and dimly, and made Claire’s exposed, sweaty skin glisten. On top of the damp, musky air, the whole lab stank; a sickly sweet smell that left poor Claire starting to feel lightheaded.

A lone bulb up ahead gave away the presence of some kind of map, which Claire definitely wanted to check out, but something about the thick vines covering the walls made her uneasy. She wasn’t in any hurry to get too close.

What she didn’t spot was the monster hidden by those vines.

Not really a zombie, at least not anymore, the poor bastard was somehow more plant than man. Other than the colorful bulbs dotting it, the monster devilishly blended into the dark background. It just lurked there, silent. But subtle movements indicated that it was dimly aware of the intruder.

A bit of careful slashing and maneuvering got Claire close enough to get a look at the map, and she did her best to take in what was still visible under the dirt and grime. She took a step backward, and there was a crunch under her boot. Claire looked down to find that she’d discovered another one of Umbrella’s not-so-hidden files. She squatted down, ruffling through the pages under the dim light.

Apparently, the plant research had focused on some kind of pheromone mutations, an attempt to make a mind control drug? But the all male staff had done what men do - and managed to make a powerful aphrodisiac. Claire sighed and rolled her eyes.

Just behind her, the thick vines shifted. With a silent slither, the tips stretched, reaching out.

The rest of the file was garbage, just a half finished report of an attempt to drag a young female scientist into their sick experiment. Claire let the folder fall from her hands and stood, just barely moving out of range of the vines, completely unaware of her lucky escape.

As she made her way to the next room, the plant monster quietly followed, trailing Claire and cutting off a potential escape route.

The next room was cleaner, safer. There was a large, mostly clear dividing window showing off an even larger part of the lab further in; the place that all these terrible plants were apparently grown in. Claire leaned against the glass, resting her forehead against the cool surface. She had been panting, overheated; taking in too much of the musky air. Whatever aphrodisiac these plants were pumping out, it left her more and more lightheaded, and she was thankful for the chance to catch her breath.

Then she became aware of the muffled screaming.

It was hard to tell, but it sounded as if there were somebody, a woman maybe crying out. In the larger room. Claire steadied her pistol and rushed in, not thinking of her own safety.

This room was even more uncomfortably warm; some kind of greenhouse designed to give the plants the climate they desired. The thick pollen in the air was almost unbearable, and quickly Claire found herself gasping and sweaty, with her vision swimming. The screams became clearer; she could just about pinpoint where they were coming from… though there was something slightly off putting about them.

Pushing past a heavy mess of vines, Claire finally spotted the woman, and she almost dropped her gun in shock.

The young woman was trapped against the wall, held up in the air. Her arms were wrapped in thick, unyielding vines. Her pretty face was red and sweaty, her dishevelled hair was tied in a loose ponytail, not unlike Claire's. Under her tattered lab coat, a white lace bra clung to her chest, and her tits jiggled as she heaved and struggled.

Standing below the woman was one of the plant monsters. She had been stripped naked from the waist down, and her legs were wrapped around the creature's head - if it had such a thing. The woman screamed, and her eyes fluttered open, briefly meeting Claire’s. The look in those eyes was not one of fear… it was crazed, unhinged ecstasy.

A shrill cry filled the air - the unmistakable sound of a powerful orgasm.

Instantly deciding to get the hell out of there, Claire stumbled backwards, keeping her sidearm pointed at the monster. The woman’s orgasm faded, but she quickly resumed moaning, panting and then begging for more. Claire’s pussy throbbed with confused arousal.

She turned to the door she had just come from, only to find herself cut off by the plant monster that had been secretly trailing her.

With a moan of fear, Claire leaped back, right into a pile of vines. This time she wasn’t so lucky. Her arms were entangled with frightening efficiency; the sidearm that had served her so well fell from her grip and slid along the floor, well out of Claire’s reach. The monster shambled toward her, and images of the poor female scientist flooded Claire’s head. The broken, lusty expression, the nipples poking lewdly through her bra. The overwhelming pleasure she had destroyed her mind, left her a lust addled husk, and Claire realised this was all about to happen to her too.

Claire kicked out wildly and randomly, hoping that she could hit something vital with her boot, but the monster easily ignored her efforts. With mindless, clumsy movements it moved between her thrashing legs, while the vines holding her arms lifted Claire up into the air.

Claire’s belt offered brief protection, but some memory that the monster retained deep within allowed it to awkwardly unbuckle her. Her jean cutoffs were roughly tugged down and tossed to the floor. Her bike shorts were no help at all, the monster quickly shredded them, leaving Claire in just her tight black top, her boots, and her tiny cotton panties.

To her shame, those panties were absolutely soaked, with even more of her pungent arousal trickling down her thighs. The vines around her arms pulled hard, keeping Claire simultaneously restrained and elevated. Between her sweaty, exposed legs, the plant monster shifted, lining up the brightly colored bulbs on its face with Claire’s barely covered pussy.

Claire almost fainted when the bulb opened up. Thousands of small wiggling tongues reached out climbing over each other, fighting for the best position. She cried out in fear, scared of what was coming - but also anticipating it. As the bulb approached, the lewd appendages pushed at her panties, struggling to gain access and teasing Claire until she was gasping for air.

Her panties, small and sheer, offered little protection. Dozens of tongues spread her folds, teasing her hot flesh. Claire’s legs slowly stopped kicking, reduced to a reluctant, half hearted struggle. She arched her back, moaning as the first climax hit her, the rush of panicked adrenaline making it the most intense of her life - so far.

Claire was not a squirter, but with her lungs full of aphrodisiac pollen and her pussy being eaten out with inhuman hunger, she did just that.

She was left hanging there, softly moaning as the aftershocks of her climax left her shivering. She wasn’t ready to surrender entirely, but damn did that feel good.

The monster pulled back and Claire fought the urge to beg for more. The tongues seemed to be testing her juices, tasting what she had just sprayed all over them - and they seemed to approve. In the center of the bulb a strage, mouth-looking appendage emerged, and as Claire’s ruined panties were peeled away, and the lips opened and engulfed her pussy… she just about fainted from pleasure.

Whatever crimes Umbrella were guilty of, Claire forgave them as their monster wrapped it’s ever so soft lips around her aching clit. The tongues tickled her folds, spreading her open and teasing her, while the mouth gently suckled at her nub.

Claire snapped.

She came - and she came hard. Her pretty eyes rolled right back into her head and her lips parted in a silent scream of ecstasy. She squirted again, and the monster greedily swallowed her arousal without slowing it’s worship for a single second. She told herself that she wasn’t a pervert; that this disgusting monster wasn’t turning her on.

But it was a lie.

Claire’s aching cunt swelled and throbbed, her mind twisted and melted until she felt like she was worshipping the monster just as much as it worshipped her drooling sex. Her climaxes came faster and faster, until she was caught in a blur of ecstasy, pushing her to ever greater heights. The monster was so attentive, so loving; thinking only of Claire’s pleasure while expertly eating out her cunt.

Mindlessly, Claire’s legs wrapped around the monster, steadying her while trying to trap the creature in place. Her sweet, desperate moans filled the air, along with screams of ecstasy, followed by begging for more.

The monster attended to Claire for hours, bringing her to endless, mind breaking climaxes. The longer she stayed there, cumming her brains out, the more she lost the will to do anything but surrender to the endless oral worship.

Her concern for Sherry was long forgotten, and now only one fear remained. But not of the monster. Leon might still try to find Claire, and to rescue her - and she feared that he would succeed.