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He can’t think more than a choppy start of a thought before the tongue, invasively long and slick travels up his guts again, pushes so deep that he fears something will break. He feels the swell expand his intestines in ways they weren’t meant to take, causing them to cramp in so that he’s arching his back on the altar and howling.

Hot tears have gathered in his eyes, trail into his hair and yet, Sasha stands before him without a care behind his eyes. He smokes a cigarette - something harsher than his spirits. In his foggy mind, it’s just another layer of haziness, another sense masked and suffocated. Just as quickly as he processes it, he’s dragged right back into the tongue trailing deeper inside of him and it becomes a background to the hazy, aroused trip behind his eyes.

“He likes you,” The Slav speaks, muffled through the filter of his cigarette.

Leon parts his lips to speak, but another jab of that tongue against his prostate reels him. He trembles against the altar, grasping for slick purchase upon marble but finding none until he reaches the edge of the table above him. His nails dig in, knuckles white, hands trembling from just how hard he grasps.

“He-” Leon licks his lips through shaky, overwhelmed breaths. “He’s done this before?”

Alex drags bitten, jagged nails down Leon’s military vest, stopping between his hipbones where his palm rests flat against his stomach, shirt riding up to reveal his happy trail and the swell of his stomach, rhythmically rising and falling with the Licker’s tongue inside of him. “It is a normal process for them, I believe. They cannot do it with other B.O.W., so they look for people.”

Leon risks turning his eyes down to his stomach, watching as the Slav’s fingers run over the swell of his stomach. The Licker’s stopped long enough for hm to be able to get a grasp upon the situation, its exposed fleshy head rests between Leon’s legs, claws holding his legs down as he’s opened so spryly.

“Then what?” Leon tries, he’s desperate to keep his cocky composure to his voice, but he’s fooling nobody.

“You will see.” Buddy smirks, tilts his head. He’s focused intently upon the Licker like it were a pet, something beloved. Leon isn’t entirely sure what’s happening, doesn’t like that he doesn’t know what’s happening. And then, just as swiftly as the beast had filled him, its tongue begins to retract.

Leon moans, hissing with just how strange the sensation is. It was so deep inside of him, threatening to reach his stomach. Now, as it retracts out, leaves his guts empty with each inch it pulls out, he can’t help but almost miss the sensation. Slowly, the swell lessens until the tongue retracts to the normal seven inches Leon’s been used to his whole life.

Sasha drags his thumb back and forth over Leon’s lower stomach, coaxes him through the sensation. Just as the American is about to ask what’s next, the Licker starts back up again. It thrusts in, and then back out, and back in again, not giving Leon a second to adjust to the pace. Bracing himself, tense against the grueling pace, he viciously covers his mouth, terrified of everyone within a mile radius of the church hearing him. His back arches, his nails claw, and the beast doesn’t stop. Over and over again, that tongue delves deep inside of him, deeper than anything’s ever been before. The sparse bumps rub perfectly against his prostate and as time goes on, he fears he won’t last. His cock’s been aching since the moment he took off his clothes.

“That’s it, Leon,” Buddy praises, his voice is growing breathy, as if he were deriving just as much pleasure from this as the Licker and Leon were. “He is almost there, just a little longer.”

Leon whimpers and shuts his eyes, hoping to expel the scene from his sights, but even as he falls back into that evocative haze, he can hear the tongue slicking in and out of him, Sasha still breathes loudly over him, and the Licker makes noises Leon doesn’t know how to describe - croaking, hissing, and panting in its own fucked up way.

“Breathe,” Sasha says it like an order - not for comfort but as a command. Leon disobeys, parts his lips and hardly gets the “Why” out before all at once, that tongue expands and swells. He feels something ride up through the pucker of his ass, into his colon and - deep inside of his guts, far past that initial seven inches, somewhere below his stomach - something heavy and large sinks into him, out the tongue, left behind.

“Wh-What is-” Leon stops to moan as a second follows, that tongue still thrusting, easing that heavy mass deeper inside of him, coated in several layers of saliva and whatever slick that tongue excretes. Inadvertently, he brings his hand down beside Sasha’s, feeling at the two heavy masses inside of him. The bump swells out of his skin, pushes against his intestines so intensely he cries out.

Following the first two, another comes, pushing and joining with the others, then a fourth. As more follow, he begins to panic, his insides cramping and swelling in ways he had not been expecting. It feels strange and wrong in a dozen different ways and, paranoid, he pushes down on the masses, trying to determine what they are. Sasha hushes him, quickly gathering his hand and shoving them away.

“Breathe, Leon. He is not done, it will be easier if you breathe,” Buddy soothes, still rubbing that thumb over his distending stomach.

“B-Buddy - I urgh - “ Leon starts, but falls short as another joins that heavy mass. “What-What is…”

Buddy doesn’t reply, only shushes him as the Licker continues to deposit the things inside of him, swelling his intestines, causing Leon to cramp in ways he’s never felt before. He whines, tries to move his hips or shift his stomach so it will just stop hurting , but Buddy holds him down, forces him to take it as it just keeps coming .

“Eggs,” Buddy informs him, bracing a hand on Leon’s lower stomach, just below the growing, stretching bump. “Breathe, you are tensing too much, you will harm them.”

“E-Eggs!?” Leon stutters, very much not breathing, “B-Buddy? What do you mean?”

Alex ignores him completely. He moves the hand up to his stomach, massaging over him while the other keeps his hands up above his head upon the altar, forcing him down. “Two more, and he will be done.”

Leon’s dizzy, hazed through panic and arousal and the sharp ache of his guts filling in ways they were never meant to. He grits his teeth through it, forces himself to endure as another egg slicks out of the tongue, joining what must be a dozen others. And then the second - the final one. Leon groans, high-strung and discomforted, but the way Sasha eases him through it with that hand applying firm pressure over his bloated stomach seems to help a little.

With all the excretements gone, the tongue slowly, cautiously slips its way back out, leaving behind that heavy, overwhelming mass inside of Leon. The D.S.O. agent keens again, tears hot against his temples, thighs trembling when the Licker retracts completely. Leon feels far from empty with the tongue gone, though, not with that heavy mass inside of him.

He risks another glance and whines when he sees the way the eggs swell inside of him, Sasha’s hand gently smoothing over the bump while he still holds Leon’s wrists above his head.

“Did good,” Sasha murmurs. Leon doesn’t miss the way his cock twitches in his jeans. He exhales a shaky breath in return. Sasha curses under his breath and - before Leon can ask how he can get them back out , the Slav positions himself between his legs, frantically unbuckling his belt to pull out his cock. “My turn now, Kennedy. You will take this better.”

Leon moans, but he wouldn’t dare say no. He simply rests his head back on the altar and wonders how the fuck he got himself into this situation.