Jill Jills 4: A Moment of Claire-ity (NSFW, Non-Canon)

AN: Just to put it out there, this was a hard fought decision on which one I wanted to do first for the end of the year. Merry Christmas all! (Warnings: Anal Play, Squirting, Femdom, Sub!Jill, Domme!Claire, Overstim, I made choices)

Jill Valentine should not have offered to let Claire Redfield use her apartment. The realization came with a slow, creeping embarrassment, the kind that sat heavy in her chest and refused to go away. Less than twenty four hours earlier, Claire had been a stranger at a bar. Confident, charming, and blunt about what she wanted. Jill had followed her back to the hotel without knowing her last name, let alone who she was connected to, and the sex that followed had been rough, wild, and entirely anonymous. Or so Jill had thought.

Finding out afterward that Claire was Chris Redfield’s baby sister had been the real shock. Not fear exactly, but mortification so sharp it made her stomach twist. Claire had said her name casually, like it meant nothing. Jill had nearly dropped her coffee. She remembered nodding along, forcing her expression into something neutral while her mind scrambled to catch up. This was not how she operated. This was not something she ever intended to explain to her partner at STARS.

Claire had originally come in thinking she could stay with Chris, but Chris had had a small emergency at his place and had wound up having to stay at Brad's, leaving the redhead in the awkward position of needing to find something. It was an issue compounded by the holiday and most of the hotels had been booked out already, only leaving the ones that were, by definition, opulent as hell and well outside the college-student's budget. Chris, being Chris, has asked if Jill would be willing, and a puppy dog-eyed look from the stunning crimson-haired temptress had Jill agreeing before she fully thought it through.

She told herself it was going to be fine. It was just a week and now that everyone knew everyone any repeats would be awkward and strange and... Nothing was going to happen. She was absolutely not interested in something happening. Nope. Everything was normal, she just had rousing, cunt-shattering raunchy submissive sex with her partner's nineteen year old baby sister. Yup. And that was what she kept telling herself as she showed Claire into her hole-in-the-wall single room studio apartment.

Claire followed her inside with an easy familiarity that made Jill’s cheeks warm all over again. “Thanks again for this, Jill." The woman whispered and was she always that tall and oh her hand was on Jill's hip as she gave her a smile…

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Jill’s world had shrunk to the sensations on her skin and the deep, relentless hum in her core. Everything else had fallen away, time and place reduced to heat, pressure, and the steady, invasive pulse vibrating through her. Spread-eagled on her bed, silk restraints held her wrists and ankles fast to the frame, snug enough to remind her of every movement she failed to control. The fabric bit just enough to keep her aware of herself. She was completely exposed. A soft black blindfold robbed her of sight and forced her inward, magnifying every brush of air and every tremor in her body until even her own breathing felt too loud.

The apartment was quiet now, no city noise, no television, just the low thrum of the massive, egg-shaped plug buried deep in her ass and the uneven rasp of her breath as she tried and failed to steady it. Each vibration rolled through her belly and settled between her thighs, making her cunt ache and flutter. She clenched reflexively, then gasped when the movement made the plug press harder inside her.

“Another one, Jill. Give it to me.”

Claire’s voice was close, intimate, velvet-smooth and entirely sure of itself, right by Jill’s ear. The words alone sent a shiver up her spine. Then the touch came, barely there. A feather, just the faintest kiss of it, tracing lazy, unhurried circles around her swollen, oversensitive clit. Jill sucked in a sharp breath and cried out despite herself. It was not enough. It was too much. The contradiction tore at her nerves, leaving her shaking and desperate. She jerked against her bonds, thighs quivering, a strangled, broken sound slipping free before she could stop it.

“I… I can’t,” Jill managed, the protest weak even to her own ears, her hips lifting instinctively toward the sensation she was claiming to resist.

“You can,” Claire replied calmly, her breath warm on Jill’s neck, her presence unmistakable even without her sight. “Your body belongs to me tonight. It does what I say.” The feather drifted away, and Jill whimpered at the sudden loss, the absence sharper than the touch had been. She strained again, aching, needy, painfully aware of how wet she was.

Then Claire’s mouth was on her stomach, her tongue dipping into Jill’s navel, licking a slow, deliberate trail downward. Jill’s stomach tightened as the sensation followed, inch by inch, until it reached the dark hair between her thighs. Claire didn't touch her cunt. She hovered there, breathing her in, letting the heat of her mouth wash over Jill’s soaked lips.

Jill’s pulse thundered, loud enough that she was sure Claire could hear it. She could feel every exhale, every subtle shift of Claire’s jaw, the way her breath warmed her skin and then pulled away again just to keep her waiting. It made her ache in a way that went far beyond need, something tangled and humiliating that sat low in her belly and refused to ease.

“Please,” she whispered, the word barely audible, dragged out of her by the effort it took not to beg louder. Her body trembled with it, thighs quivering, hips rocking uselessly against nothing as if motion alone might earn her relief.

Claire huffed a quiet, pleased laugh against her skin, unhurried and indulgent. “You’re dripping,” she said softly, almost conversational, like she was making an idle observation. “You know that, right? A fucking river. All for me.”

The plug in Jill’s ass chose that moment to deepen its vibration, shifting into a slower, heavier pulse that rolled through her from the inside out. The sensation punched a helpless sound out of her. “Fuck!” Her back arched, muscles pulling tight as she strained against the restraints, the need turning sharp and insistent.

“That’s it,” Claire crooned, clearly delighted. Her hands came up to cup Jill’s breasts, warm and possessive, thumbs brushing over her nipples. They were still sensitive, still aching faintly from the small, silver clamps that had been there minutes before, and the mix of lingering sting and sudden touch made Jill gasp and lift herself into Claire’s palms without thinking. “Look at you,” Claire continued, voice rich with amusement. “My perfect, desperate thing. The great Jill Valentine, STARS specialist, shaking apart because I won’t touch her where she wants it.”

Her mouth claimed Jill’s in a sudden, searing kiss. It was deep and messy and unapologetic, Claire’s tongue mapping her mouth with lazy authority. Jill melted into it instantly, chasing the contact when Claire pulled back, a needy, broken sound slipping from her throat before she could stop it.

“Please,” Jill gasped again, the word tearing loose as her composure finally gave up. “Claire, please, I need…”

“You need what?” Claire asked lightly, like she was humoring her. “Use your words.”

The pause felt endless. Jill swallowed hard, shame and want knotting together until they were inseparable. “I need… to come,” she admitted, voice shaking. Then, softer, desperate. “Please let me come.”

Claire laughed, low and delighted, the sound vibrating against Jill’s skin. “Again? After the three I’ve already ripped out of you?” Her fingers finally, finally slid between Jill’s thighs, not to give her what she wanted but to remind her how badly she wanted it. Two fingers dragged slowly through her slick folds, gathering wetness, then circled her clit with teasing, slippery pressure that made Jill cry out. “Greedy girl,” Claire added fondly. “But who am I to deny you?”

The touch was perfect, calibrated in a way that made Jill’s thoughts scatter and stay scattered. The vibration in her ass held steady as a deep, unrelenting counterpoint, anchoring every sensation and feeding it back into her body until there was no place for it to go but up. Each pulse seemed to gather her strength and wring it out of her, leaving her softer, shakier, more open with every second. Her hips began to piston in earnest, instinct overtaking restraint as she fucked herself on Claire’s fingers, chasing the crest with open desperation that she no longer bothered to hide.

“Easy,” Claire murmured, amused and indulgent all at once, her grip firm on Jill’s hip. “You’re doing beautifully, but I want to hear you. Let it out.”

Jill tried to answer, tried to form something coherent, but it came out as a broken sound instead. Her breath stuttered and caught, every movement drawing more sensation through her than she felt capable of holding. Claire adjusted minutely, fingers rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made Jill’s toes curl and her back bow.

“That’s it. Right there,” Claire continued, calm and encouraging, like she was guiding Jill through something inevitable. “You feel how hard you’re shaking? That's perfect, just so. I’m right here, and I want you to show me.”

The words tipped her over. The orgasm rose fast and unstoppable, a tidal surge that pulled every nerve ending into its wake. Jill’s mouth fell open, breath tearing loose as the pressure finally broke. When she screamed Claire’s name it ripped out of her, raw and unfiltered, echoing off the apartment walls before she could even think to stop it. Her cunt clenched hard around nothing, spilling a fresh wave of slick heat that soaked Claire’s fingers and smeared the sheets beneath her. The pulses kept coming, rolling through her one after another, each one synced with the deep buzz inside her, collapsing her world into a single, blinding center of pleasure.

“Oh, Jill,” Claire said softly, pleased, her voice grounding and warm. She stayed exactly where she was, fingers steady and unyielding, refusing to let Jill escape the intensity of it. She drew it out on purpose, feeling every tremor, every involuntary jerk, every needy sound that Jill could not hold back. “There you go. Don’t rush it. Give me all of it.”

Jill did. Her body shuddered openly now, breath breaking into ragged, helpless moans as wave after wave dragged through her. The conflict tore through her in overlapping surges, a dim awareness of how exposed she was drowned out by the way her body kept responding, kept offering more. She clenched again, slick spilling freely as she reached for another aftershock, betraying herself completely with every intimate shudder and every breathless sound that coated Claire’s wrist.

After an eternity, Claire withdrew her soaking fingers. Jill sagged, spent, every muscle liquefied. She heard the soft click of the vibrator being turned off. The sudden absence of the deep hum left a strange, hollow ache in her ass. Then came the sound of the plug’s base being gripped.

“Deep breath out, Jill,” Claire instructed, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Jill exhaled shakily. Claire began to work the plug out. It was wide, far wider than when it went in. The slow, dragging exit stretched her sore ring of muscle to a breathtaking degree. Jill panted, her hole fluttering around the thick silicone as it gradually, inch by incredible inch, was pulled free. The final pop made her gasp, the cool air hitting her freshly exposed, well-used asshole making it twitch.

Before she could process the strange, empty feeling, Claire’s hand was there, rubbing the slick lube and her own arousal around the tender pucker. The contact grounded Jill even as it made her shiver, the sensitivity sharp and lingering, like an afterimage she could not blink away. “Look at that. All pink and open for me. Beautiful.” She delivered two sharp, stinging spanks to Jill’s right ass cheek, the pain a bright, clarifying fire that cut cleanly through the haze and left her breathing uneven. “Think you can keep this pretty hole filled tomorrow?”

Jill’s mind, fogged with exhaustion and pleasure, struggled to form words. Her thoughts slid past one another, slow and slippery, as she tried to catch hold of what Claire was asking. “W…what?”

“At work. Think you could sit at your desk, do your paperwork, with this little present filling you up?” Claire’s finger traced the rim, making Jill jump, her muscles tightening on reflex. “Knowing I put it there? That your ass is mine, hot and weighty while you go through the day?” The image landed and stayed, unwelcome and intoxicating all at once.

The idea was insane. Degrading. Thrilling. Jill’s body reacted before her pride could catch up, heat pooling low as a fresh trickle of wetness escaped her cunt and soaked into the sheets beneath her. She swallowed hard, breath catching as the implications settled in.

“I asked you a question, Jill.”

“Yes,” Jill whispered, then louder, her voice hoarse as she committed to it. “Yes. I could. I would.” Saying it out loud made her feel lightheaded and strangely calm, like a decision had been made for her and she had finally stopped resisting it.

Claire’s kiss was her reward, slow and deep and tasting of salt and Jill. It lingered just long enough to leave her soft and pliant before Claire pulled back. “We’ll see.” She untied the restraints, rubbing feeling back into Jill’s wrists and ankles as sensation returned in prickling waves. “For now, sleep. You’ve earned it.”

Jill lay there, naked, trembling, every inch of her body singing a chorus of sore, satiated bliss. The bed felt impossibly warm, her limbs heavy and uncooperative as the tension finally drained away. As she drifted on the edge of consciousness, Claire’s final words curled around her, a promise and a threat that followed her down into the dark.

“Sweet dreams, Jill...” were the last whispered words she heard, as she fell asleep, Claire holding her as she drifted off.