January 2025 Drabble #3

Leon Kennedy/Mister X – Leon got hit hard in the head while fleeing from Mister X. He keeps waking up in waves and falling back unconscious while Mister X has his fun.

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Leon keeps floating in and out of consciousness. His head fucking hurts. He reaches up blearily but it’s like he keeps getting rocked around and instead of touching his forehead he just smears his fingers across his face.

He feels nauseous. He feels like he’s rocking on a boat and he’s never done well with those. His stomach is gurgling and full and the feeling that he’s about to hurl what little he ate is enough to make him clamp his hand down over his mouth.

“Hghh-”

He opens his eyes. Everything is blurry, but at least it makes him aware of the fact that he is, in fact, getting rocked around. He’s also floating somehow. The floor is so far beneath him that he once more feels a roiling in his stomach. He reaches down, clamping an arm around his stomach-

And things start to finally move into perspective.

He’s hit his head hard fleeing from that humongous monster. He maybe even got grabbed around the ankle by it and thrown around like a rag doll, his forehead slamming into the edge of a table.

And now he’s in the air and his stomach is bloated.

“D-Damn,” he stutters, tongue so slow in his skull. He stops holding his mouth and attempts to reach for his hips, feel whether he still got his weapons on himself at least. He can’t tell whether they are still there or not because all he feels are humongous hands around him.

Leon attempts to look behind him but the concussion is real and keeps pulling at his consciousness until he’s dragged down again.

When he gets back into his head which is groggy and pounding angrily, it could be a second later or even hours. He still feels bloated, though this time around he is not quite as confused and his head is brain is supplying him with what he feels like is absolute glee that he is getting fucked. Literally. He is being held up by that huge monster and used like a sock puppet.

As the thought shambles through his banged-up skull, he feels that massive cock inside him twitch. He can hear the squelch of thick cum bubbling out past the stopper of the massive cock, his body unable to keep it all contained within himself.

He even can hear the low grunt of the beast behind him. It’s the first sound he’s heard the fucker make. Leon would never have imagined that he’d hear it groaning with release about getting to pump a load into his lax, unresisting body.

“F-Fuck,” he groans. He blinks slowly, his concussion once more pulling him under.

This would be a long night.