NSFW (this is my first try at tentacle shit, don't blame me if this goes wrong lmao)
He didn't know what it was about you, but he took great interest in you. And he didn't like you for the fact that you could serve as a lab rat, or that he could manipulate you. No, this was something new. Something other than power that he didn't know he needed.
You stood behind him, your presence provoking his feelings. He attempted to stay focused on his computer as you watched, but he couldn't help himself. Whether or not it made him look weak, he didn't care. Turning around in his office chair, he faced you.
"Come here darling, sit," he says, patting his lap. To his surprise, you listen, sitting with your back to him. He turns back to show you the computer screen. In his mind, all he could think about was your ass, sitting nearly on top of his cock. He controlled himself, keeping his breathing calm and his hands to himself.
"Wesker, what's this part of uroboros? I don't remember this element being part of the virus structure," you ask. He smiles at your interest, and his arm goes around you to point at the computer.
"This, my dear, is the element of the virus that allows tentacles to form on its host. Without it, it'd just cause all the other symptoms that an unchosen one develops," he explains. You nod. "But the chosen ones, such as myself, can use this as power."
"Oh, I see," you say. He has an idea, although it may be a risk, he takes it. He leans closer into your back, his mouth next to your ear.
"Would you like me to demonstrate?" He feels you stiffen, your ass further pressing into his crotch. Slowly, he feels himself get hard for you, the stimulation of your touch bringing his body to life. His hands go to your waist, and gently rest there.
"Y-yes, I think I'd like that," you say quietly. He laughs lowly into your ear.
"Well then, turn and sit facing me so I can see that excited expression," he says. You lift yourself off of him, and turn. He places his forearms on the armrest, leaving open space for you. You sit on his lap, legs spread, heat pressing on his enlarged member. "Now, just hold still," he says. Closing his eyes, he imagines what he wants to do to you. All of the things he could make you feel just with his tentacles alone.
As his mind wanders, his tentacles release themselves, slithering around your body. You gasp, and he opens his eyes, the red gleam brighter than ever. The tentacles slide up your thighs, up your torso, and wrap themselves around your chest.
He feels them squeezing around your tits, holding them so tightly to the point where you release a loud moan that makes him grin. He can't keep his eyes off your face, your mouth open from breathing heavy and eyes desperate for more.
"Albert," you whine. He laughs once more and continues to let his tentacles slither, more of them sliding up your neck while his other ones remain on your breasts. He bites his lip as a tentacle slides around your neck, gripping it to choke you.
Although he's killed using this method before, he wanted a different feeling out of choking you. He wanted you to struggle to breathe, moan for air, and make you wetter for him.
So that's exactly what he did.
After a few moments, he let you go completely. You took deep breaths, and he held your hips, keeping you from falling over. He kneaded them with a lustful touch, staring up into your eyes with a begging look. God damn, what have you done to him? Your eyes connected with his, and your arms wrapped around his neck.
Before he knew it, your lips were smashed against his, the taste of you driving him insane. Still, he kept his composure, and made sure you knew who was in control. His tongue delved into your mouth, getting a feel around, playing with your tongue.
Your tongue brushed his softly, and he lessened his force, absorbing your taste. It was so cute, the thought of your mouth on him. He wanted your little licks and kisses all over him, your touch giving him that feeling of being wanted.
He pulled away from the kiss, and you gave him eyes that nearly made him fuck you then and there.
"Come, let's continue this somewhere... More comfortable," he says, getting up and carrying you with him. Your arms remained around his neck, and his hands held your ass so that he could carry you to his bedroom.
"What do you plan on doing, exactly?" You ask, making him grin.
"Making you feel everything you've never felt and more," he said simply. You bit your lip, and he kept his eyes on you as he opened the door to his luxurious bedroom. He set you down gently on the bed, leaving you sitting upright. "Clothes off."
He watched as you obeyed, slightly shy in the way you slowly took each item off your body, one by one. The pace you were going at was killing him, but watching you expose yourself turned him on even more. Once you were done, he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.
"Albert, please... Touch me," you begged, visibly resisting pleasing yourself. He could see that you were already dripping with excitement, the shine of your juices coating your slick cunt.
"I'll touch you when I see fit. And I'll touch you in any way I want, understood?" He asks in a tone that's essentially a command. You nod, and it gives him the go ahead to do as he pleases with you. "Stay still. If you move, you might end up regretting it."
As you sit before him, all he wants to do is spread those legs and admire the beauty in your body, in your precious little slit. To him, your anatomy wasn't like any other, your breasts perfect, your womanhood so enticing he could barely control his actions.
His tentacles appeared again, this time going for your legs. They wrapped around your knees, pulling your legs apart, revealing you to him fully. He bit his lip with a sharp inhale at the sight of you, and produced a third tentacle. It began to slide up your inner thigh, your facial expression changing to slight worry.
"I'll be gentle, for now. I hope I won't have to tie you up too tight for you to stay still," he says. You whine, and he uses an extra tentacle to tie up your wrists, your body now laying on your back as he stands over you, his tentacle tip getting dangerously close to your entrance.
He watches as it plunges straight into your hole, sinking in, feeling your insides through his extra limb. You moan loudly, but it only serves as a sign for him to continue. You slightly fought against your wrist restraints, but he made sure you couldn't slip out. He made his tentacle writhe inside you, allowing the tip of it to stimulate your spot.
More moans came from your throat, and he began to get more impatient. Despite how much he loved seeing your cheeks go red and your body contort from pleasure, he needed to do more than this for his own satisfaction.
After edging you a few times, seeing you nearly finish and take it away from you, he knew you were ready for him. He released you completely, his tentacles all going back to let you rest for a moment. As you caught your breath, he took the time to strip himself, revealing his incredible body.
He could see the glimmer of lust in your eyes, permission being granted in a single look. Wesker ached to his core for you, needing you in every way. Whether you liked it or not, he was going to take you as his.
"You better be ready for this, girl. If you're not, well, I suppose it'll be quite rough."
"I'm ready, please Albert," you whisper. He crawls and hovers over you, his hands on either side of your head, you legs spread around him. His thick cock hangs low, dangerously close to your entrance. He knew his length couldn't be matched by anyone, and that the pleasure he'd give you would send you far into ecstasy.
"You will call me master," he whispers into your ear, feeling his hot breath linger on your skin. Without warning he shoves his length into you, bottoming out within a second. You moan, and he relishes in the feeling of your tightness finally clenching around him.
He begins to thrust, giving you no time to adjust to him. He was fucking you to fulfill his own needs, to possess you and make sure you knew who's cock was giving you heaven on earth.
As he continues to buck into you with full force, your moans and squeaks filled the room along with the slapping of his hips along yours. He watches your face as you look directly up, and he laughs, gaining more pleasure from your expression.
"I see you've noticed the ceiling mirror. You like watching yourself get fucked don't you? You're a dirty slut like that, nearly cumming from tentacles, taking my dick like it's nothing," he growls.
He stops for a moment and flips you on your side, hitting you from a brand new angle. Your moans got higher pitched and louder, and he knew he was hitting your spot even more. He went on, pumping into you as fast as he could, not even waiting for you to beg for more.
"I'm close! I'm- agh, gonna-" you start to say. He looks deep into your eyes and nods once, and you release onto him. He sees your eyes roll into the back of your head, and it brings him to his limit.
Slapping your ass, he fucks you deeper and grips you tightly. His head leans back as he finishes inside you with low growls, his release like a wave of glory. He looks down and pulls out, softening his grip on you. After a moment of catching his breath, he leaned down and pecked your forehead with a small kiss.
"Hope you enjoyed the demonstration," he says with a smile.
"I did indeed, master."
"You're on birth control I'm assuming?" His eyes widen as you shake your head no. "Well. Whatever happens, you're mine. And that won't ever change."