Tie the Noose: Jill Jills (NSFW)

AN: My first of the practice NSFW stuff for TtN. Jill is feeling a little lonely and takes matters into her own hands. (Masturbation, Sex Toys, Anal, Female Orgasm, Overstim, Dirty Talk)

Jill Valentine slammed the door shut behind her, stripping off her leather jacket and tossing it carelessly onto the couch. Her head swam just enough from the drinks she’d had with the boys earlier to make her skin feel electric, her body restless. She ran a hand through her dark hair, letting out a breath that felt hotter than it should. The apartment was quiet, too quiet, and the emptiness gnawed at her tonight more than usual.

Her boots came off next, kicked into the corner with a satisfying thud as she padded barefoot toward the bedroom. Her fingers were already working at the buttons of her shirt, popping them open one by one until the fabric hung loosely off her shoulders. She didn’t bother shrugging it off completely; instead, she let it slide down her arms, catching on her elbows as she reached for the drawer of her nightstand.

Inside, tucked beneath a stack of old magazines and a half-empty box of bullets, was her vibrator. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a sleek, black silicone toy with a slight curve at the tip, but it had gotten her through more lonely nights than she cared to admit. She pulled it out, her grip tightening around it as her eyes flicked to the mirror across the room. Her reflection stared back at her: chest rising and falling with anticipation, her nipples already hard beneath the thin fabric of her bra.

Jill Valentine, STARS Alpha, ex-Delta, reduced to this, she thought with a depressed sigh. But the thought didn’t linger long. Instead, she turned her attention to the task at hand, her free hand sliding down her torso to tug at the waistband of her jeans. They were tight, clinging to her hips like a second skin, and she had to wiggle a bit to get them past her ass. When they finally hit the floor, she stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but her black lace panties and that damn shirt still hanging off her arms.

She took a step closer to the bed, her thighs brushing against the edge of the mattress as she sank onto it. The sheets were cool against her skin, but she knew they wouldn’t stay that way for long. Her fingers slid under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs slowly, teasing herself as warm air hit her naked cunt.

Fuck, she thought, spreading her legs wider as her fingers found her clit. I’m so fucking wet already.

Her pussy lips were slick, swollen from neglect, and when she dragged a finger between them, she shuddered at the sensation. She pressed harder, circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes until her hips started to rock against her hand. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more… needed to feel full.

Her vibrator buzzed to life in her other hand, the low hum vibrating through her palm as she brought it to her inner thigh. Easy now, she told herself, even as her thighs trembled with anticipation. She guided the toy closer, letting the tip graze her swollen lips before pressing it firmly against her entrance.

“Fuck,” she breathed out loud as the vibrator slid inside. It stretched her open perfectly, filling her in a way that made her toes curl. She moved it deeper, inch by inch, until she couldn’t take any more. Her head fell back against the pillow, hair fanning out around her as she started to fuck herself with it, her hips lifting off the bed to meet every thrust.

The vibrations pulsed through her, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine, each thrumming wave making her body twitch and tremble. Her free hand went back to her clit, fingers working furiously as she chased the edge of her orgasm, the slick sounds of her wetness filling the room. Images flashed through her mind, of strong hands pinning her down, the weight of a chiseled body grinding against hers, the firm curve of a tight ass she could grab and squeeze with reckless abandon. She bit her lip hard enough to leave a mark, imagining rough kisses trailing down her neck, teeth sinking into her flesh as someone whispered filthy, unrelenting things in her ear.

"You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?" a phantom voice growled in her mind, low and hungry. She could almost feel the heat of breath against her skin, the scrape of stubble against her jawline as those imaginary hands roamed her body. Her hips jerked involuntarily, driving the vibrator deeper into her pussy, her cunt clenching around it like a vice. The thought of being dominated, of losing control to someone who knew exactly how to wreck her, sent a surge of electricity through her veins.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she pictured herself being bent over, her ass exposed and vulnerable while that same phantom figure pushed inside her, filling her to the brim. She imagined the sting of a slap across her ass cheek, the sharp sting followed by the soothing warmth of a hand rubbing the spot before doing it again, harder.

"Take it," the voice commanded, and she whimpered in response, her fingers moving faster on her clit, her body writhing against the bed.

The vibrator buzzed relentlessly inside her, its curve pressing against that sweet spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids. She could feel the heat building, coiling tight in her belly, every nerve in her body screaming for release.

"Come for me," the voice demanded, and Jill moaned as if she were powerless to resist. Her back arched off the bed, her muscles tightening as she teetered on the edge, her vision blurring with the intensity of it all.

She could almost feel the phantom presence above her, holding her down and watching her fall apart, their gaze dark and possessive. The thought of being seen, truly seen, like this made her heart race even faster. Her toes curled, her thighs tensed, and she let out a guttural cry as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. It was brutal and unrelenting, tearing through her with a force that left her shaking and gasping for air.

But even as she came down from that high, she knew she wasn’t done. The vibrator continued to hum inside her, sending aftershocks rippling through her body. She reached for it again, determined to push herself further, to chase that perfect agony once more. Because tonight, she wasn’t Jill Valentine, the hero. Tonight, she was just a woman with needs, and she was going to make damn sure they were met.

She twisted the vibrator inside her, angling it so it pressed against that sweet spot deep inside. Her cunt clenched around it, the muscles spasming as her orgasm built like a storm about to break. She could feel it coming, that familiar tightening in her stomach, the way her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and then it hit her like a fucking freight train.

Her back arched off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She came hard, her pussy gushing around the vibrator as her thighs clamped down on it. Her toes curled, her fingers dug into the sheets, and she let out a cry that echoed through the empty apartment.

But she wasn’t done. Not yet. Even as the vibrations became almost too much, she kept going, grinding the toy against her sensitive clit. The overstimulation made her whimper, squirming as pleasure mixed with discomfort in the most delicious way. Her cunt was still pulsing, still wet, and she knew she could take more.

She shifted onto her side, pulling the vibrator out with a slick sound before guiding it to her ass. She wasn’t usually one for anal, but tonight she wanted it, needed it. Her fingers found the bottle of lube she kept in the drawer, and she poured a generous amount over the toy before pressing it to her tight hole.

“Ready or not,” she muttered, pushing the tip inside.

It was tight… so fucking tight, and she had to grit her teeth as she forced it deeper. But the pain was worth it when she felt the vibrations start to ripple through her again. She fucked herself with it, slower this time, savoring the stretch and fullness that made her feel completely wrecked.

Holy fuck, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut as another orgasm started to build. I’m not gonna last.

Her hand went back to her clit, rubbing fast and hard as she fucked her ass with the vibrator. The sensations were overwhelming, pushing her to the brink until she exploded again. Her body convulsed, her cunt squirting onto the sheets as she screamed out loud.

“Fuck!” she cried, her voice hoarse. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

She collapsed onto the bed, panting and trembling with aftershocks as the vibrator fell from her hand. Every inch of her felt raw, used, and completely satisfied. But even as she lay there, catching her breath, she couldn’t help but smile.