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Hey there, folks! Long time no see!

Real life kinda sucked me up (not in the good way) there for a few years, but I think I'm ready to jump back in the game. I figured I'd start off with a little side one-shot taking place in the RSH universe, but with no prior knowledge of the series required. I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to like, fav, or comment if you do! Short but sweet, but hopefully a precurser of things to come.

~Redfield

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Contains Male Human on Female Utahraptor lovin'.

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“Doc, I think I will be okay. It’s not a gunshot wound to the snout.” The Utahraptor uttered, right leg outstretched as the medic grasped his hands around her ankle. Her long tail flicked nervously back and forth like the leading end of a bullwhip, her adrenaline and excess energy bleeding away subconsciously as she kept her legs still. Her front half and head were propped on a stack of empty 105mm ammo crates, the only thing serving as impromptu furniture this far east of the rear area. Old, olive-drab wool blankets shielded her from the frozen ground, preserving some body heat despite the smell of mothballs. The roar of fuel-fired tent heaters was ever-present, bringing it to a balmy fifty-five degrees inside the tent.

“Be that as it may, I haven’t dealt with many raptors other than you, so bear with me. This shrapnel needs to come out, and you know it.” The medic, Louis Pintoe, uttered, wrestling her leg over a few more inches so that he could find the shrapnel in the beam of his flashlight. Several small pieces made themselves readily known in between small bits of blood. “You’re lucky that you didn’t get any arteries hit, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation, you know.”

“Just make sure not to cut anything off that I hatched with if you don’t mind.” The raptoress, called Elisa, Ellie for short amongst her Guardian and friends, chuckled, hiding her pain behind knife-sharp wit. She cursed her own luck that she was wounded yet again. What’s the point in wearing three hundred pounds of specially made body armor if the enemy doesn’t have the common courtesy to hit it?

“Were you hatched with your head?” Pintoe asked, putting her leg on his shoulder and moving further up the weighty limb, closer to her flank, before pulling out his Gerber multitool. He looked up at her amber eyes for a second, half-lidded in a mixture of indignation and just the slightest bit of disgust.

“Really, doc. You’re hilarious.”

“I’m here ‘til the war’s over, so make sure you get your money’s worth.” Louis laughed, plucking the first piece of shrapnel from where it was embedded just shy of being deep enough to be lodged in her tibia. She barely flinched, watching the medic do his work with an appraising eye. He pressed a piece of gauze over the wound and wrapped it, thankfully not getting a rush of blood from the tiny pinprick of a wound.

He dropped the shrapnel in a small, stainless steel dish that sat on another ammo crate next to the pair, before moving on to the next one. He ran his hand along the back of her leg to soothe her as his other explored. A slight shiver came forth from the Utahraptor in his grasp, immediately catching his attention. He looked up, raising his eyebrow questioningly at Ellie. Any sign of weakness, especially from her, was odd behavior. He’d once extracted two 9x18mm bullets fired from a Russian officer (that was no longer a participant in the war account of his missing intestines) from her left flank. She’d barely batted an eye at that procedure, let alone flinched.

“You sure you’re okay, Ellie? You don’t usually show this much emotion.” He questioned, a smug grin growing on his face a moment later. Whatever indignation that had been present in her piercing gaze before, it had now turned to pure anger, blazing away like a forest fire behind her calculating yellow eyes.

If there was one thing that Elisa was, a mature adult Alpha, a veteran of no less than two hundred days of combat, countless injuries, a company’s worth of kills, and a particularly close aerial bombardment, she was no weakling.

A low rumble sounded from deep within her chest, her vocal cords issuing forth a warbling warning for the much smaller, lighter, weaker human before her. She gnashed her jaws, clicking together hundreds of razor-sharp teeth in the direction of Louis’ head.

“Oh, fuck off, Ellie! I know better than to be afraid of you.” He teased, running his hand soothingly along her leg once more.

“You’d be wise to be afraid of me, you puny little-”

“Hey, Beans, you got everything you need in here?” A man that they both recognized poked his head in through the formerly sealed door of the GP Medium tent. A blast of cold air and swirling snowflakes came in along with him, reminding the two of them what the weather was like outside. It had, after all, brought their entire offensive towards the railway junction outside of Lublin to a standstill with its ferocity. The good news, however, was that New Soviet forces had also been stopped cold, no pun intended.

“No thanks, Jay. My little ray of sunshine here and I have everything our little hearts could possibly desire. It’s all unicorns and pegasi in this motherfucker.” The medic answered, taking the distraction provided to pull a rather large piece from near the top of her leg. She flinched again as the visitor nodded his head, turning to look at the flinching raptor instead of the doting medic.

“Here’s to a quick recovery, Ellie.” He said, giving her a quick toast with a steaming canteen cup. Doc could make out the smell of fresh coffee blowing in on the wind.

“That quick recovery will be no thanks to Doc Pintoe, Jay. I already told him if he sticks one of those goddamn stickers on my nose again, I’ll fucking eat him.” She shot back, eyes turned up in the closest approximation of a smile that a Utahraptor was capable of. Though, she was careful not to let Louis see it. Jay laughed and turned to leave, resealing the tent flap to keep out the weather as Pintoe continued working.

“Damn, that’s something you don’t see every day.” Pintoe marveled, looking at the piece of shrapnel that rested in the pliers in his hand. The metal, dark-green, off-olive paint of the former Soviet bloc was still visible on its jagged side, along with the yellow-painted letters seven, nine, zero, and a Cyrillic character that resembled an English ‘o’ with a vertical line through the center.

“Is there really still a lot number on that one?” She asked, barely contained mirth as he held it where she could see in the beam of his flashlight. Her uproarious laughter echoed in the quiet tent upon seeing it, causing Louis to lose his own composure. He dropped the shrapnel into the pan, listening to the last remains of her melodic amusement as he performed one last check for any metal that he may have missed. A familiar glint further up her leg made itself visible in short order.

“Looks like just one more, Ellie. Hold still for me.” He said, readjusting her heavy leg on his shoulder and repositioning his hands. He was able to get at it and pick out the piece, nothing more than a small sliver, from her tough, brown hide. Another sigh echoed from deep within her, and he looked again, familiar eyebrow raised. “Again, with the emotional display. I really do think you’re losing your edge.”

“And I didn’t think that you liked getting your patients riled up before you were done treating their injuries.” She said, eyes flicking to his left hand. More specifically, where his left hand lay on her hind legs.

Or rather, in between her hind legs.

“S-sorry!” He exclaimed, pulling his hand back as though it was engulfed in flames, as Elisa let forth yet another round of boisterous laughter. He’d been resting right next to her most sensitive areas, hand rubbing the very back edge of her pubic bone.

“I wasn’t complaining, doc.” She said, eyes half-lidded once again, though this time for a different reason.

“Like you need my help for that. As I recall, you’re always in the fucking mood.” Louis said angrily, wrapping her final cut with his last bit of gauze before working his way out from under her heavily-muscled leg.

“I have never heard you complain about it in the past.” She accused, bringing her head around to his, snout directly across from his tiny, human nose. The raptoress’ eyes softened before she pressed forward and nuzzled his cheek, closing her eyes at the feeling of his soft skin on hers.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He whispered into her ear, running his hands over her prominent eye ridges as he delivered a kiss to the side of her snout. “Not to make you throw up what is undoubtedly one of Poland’s fine forest mule deer, but I’d be fuckin’ lost without you, Ellie.”

“Ugh, you are so fucking corny.” She said softly, delivering a lick to his cheek in turn.

Pintoe chuckled and pulled away from her, moving back to look at her bandage-wrapped hind leg once more, before holding out his hand and indicating to her.

“Alright, stretch your leg nice and slow out to me, full extension. I want to make sure you haven’t lost any range of movement.”

Elisa did as she was told, moving her thick hind leg towards him with her toes and claws at full flex, bringing her calloused, w-shaped feet to meet his equally calloused hands. He rubbed his hands over her dark, ebony claws, resting only for a second on the point of her deathly sharp killing claw before moving on to the rest of her foot.

“Good, hold that pose.” He ordered, moving his hands up from her feet and across her lower leg, tracing the musculature that would put any Olympic athlete to shame with its tone and definition. Muscles that made her seemingly impossible maneuverability and ground speed a reality. He couldn’t help himself from looking further north, her impromptu display treating him to a much lewder performance than his earlier wandering hand.

Between her hind legs lay her sex, spread just the slightest bit by her positioning, revealing the delicious pink of her insides. A small string of moisture connected both sides, her near-constant readiness to fuck on display for him, and him alone.

He didn’t talk out of his ass when he said she was always horny. Once she discovered intimacy in the form of Louis Pintoe, she was always for a roll in the proverbial hay.

“Well, are you just going to stare, or are you gonna fucking do something, doc?” She questioned, rolling slightly onto her back while keeping her injured leg outstretched. A low warble echoed from her once again, urging him forward.

He knew the sound of eager Ellie all too well.

Louis joined her on the floor, kneeling before her sopping wet pussy. The Utahraptor was firing on all cylinders now, feeling his hot breath wash over her equally hot sex in small, panting waves. She shuddered, flexing her claws briefly as he spread her lips, opening her pink folds to the cool winter air. She could feel her depths throbbing, trying to clench on a cock that was not yet present within.

Good things cum in those who wait. Patience was a virtue, after all.

She didn’t have to tell him to start. They were no amateurs to this same position. Louis bent forward, keeping his hands up to her spread lips as he ran his tongue lengthways up her slit, tasting the cinnamon-honey flavor of her juices as she tried to clinch on his tongue. She tasted just as she smelled, and Pintoe knew he couldn’t get enough of it.

Time to relearn your ABCs, Ellie. He thought to himself, chuckling internally as he ran his tongue over her sweetest spot in the shape of the first few letters. Fireworks shot up Elisa’s spine, causing her tail to thrash once again, neck curving in a delicate S-shape as she fought to keep her extremely-vocal self quiet, lest she alert everyone in a three-quarter-mile radius that she was on the verge of a very powerful, very wet, and very sloppy orgasm.

Noticing her pending pleasure, Louis wasted no time in slipping first one, then two fingers inside of her, smiling at her high-pitched warble of pleasure as he curved them to follow her pubic bone. About three inches in and up top was her second sweet spot, in a curve that human fingers (not to mention, human cock) had to have been designed to fit. A few expert swirls of his tongue, and a few expert twirls of his fingers on said spot, and she was soaking his face with more cinnamon-honey in what was sure to be the first of many orgasms of the evening.

Unlike others of her kind, she was on somewhat of a hair trigger, as confirmed by what could pass as girl talk amongst a genetically-engineered species. She failed to see, however, why this was a bad thing, as she released a loud growl to mask what would be an even louder roar. Her whole body shuddered, from her neck to her forepaws, her toes, and the tip of her tail, a violent tremor passed in an instant.

Louis smiled up at her with a smug smirk, watching as her eyes fluttered before meeting his in a half-lidded haze. She knew he could do this to her for hours, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her until she was nothing but a boneless, limp noodle of a Utahraptor. A former apex predator reduced to a mewling kitten under tongue and hand.

However, she didn’t want that tonight. She wanted the real thing.

“No more foreplay, Louis. I want you in me.” She half-moaned, half-ordered, watching the man as he maneuvered himself up to a better position. He fumbled with the button crotch on his pants, while simultaneously undoing his belt. It didn’t take long to free his respectable cock, and she eyed his uncut length hungrily.

She felt him sit down on her tail, moving his hips forward to line himself up with her. The thick head of his cock teased her tail hole on its way up, dragging in just the right way to make her moan quietly as she moved her clawed forepaws to his shoulders. Without any pomp and fanfare, he put weight on his hips and entered her, driving himself to the hilt through a series of quiet mewls from her.

He felt her back arch, her forepaws pulling him down to her, her head pressing into his back as she came for a second time. Her soaking wet pussy was covered thoroughly in wetness from both her orgasms and her lover’s skilled tongue, easing his passage as he made sure he was sheathed all the way into her.

She mewled in his ear, moving under his shirt and running her claws up and down the soft, fragile skin of his back, hard enough to leave red marks, but not hard enough to break the skin. He always fit so well on top of her, she thought to herself, grunting as he pulled out and slammed back in, feeling the tip of his manhood kiss a particularly sensitive spot inside of her.

_ _“Yeah, just-…Just like that!” She said, wrapping her muscular legs around her much smaller human. Her tail flipped around like a dervish, knocking over another stack of crates behind them as he began to pound into her in earnest. She melted at the feel of his exotic cock massaging her in ways no male of her own species ever could. They were notoriously inattentive lovers, after all. Not like the human that was currently plowing her field.

Louis was in similar heaven, pumping his thick cock in and out of her surprisingly tight sex with a steady rhythm. Her hotter than normal body temperature contrasted so perfectly with his own, making his cock feel sheathed in hot wetness that threatened to overcome his already flagging sexual endurance. The need to fill her up with cum was slowly pushing past any resistance he might offer.

“Ellie…f-flip over.” He gasped, pulling out of her tight pussy and standing up, legs shaking from pleasure and rapid movement. If he was going make her his, he was gonna do it good and proper.

Elisa didn’t hesitate, rolling to her feet and bringing her unsteady, shaking legs underneath her. The pain from her wounds was unnoticed, barely a pinprick beneath a spear of pleasure that was piercing her to her very core. Besides, she was a tough bitch, and she wasn’t gonna let a few measly shrapnel wounds stop her from getting bred by her human. She bent her front half down and presented herself to him, tail up and legs spread to give him easy access to her throbbing need.

Pintoe moved forwards, grabbing her wide hips and aligning himself once again with her entrance, slamming into her hard and fast before withdrawing and repeating his action. Drops of her potent arousal ran down his legs, staining the front of his camouflage pants and ensuring that there would be no question as to whom his mate was.

“F-fuck, that’s it. Just like that.” She uttered as he rubbed that stellar spot right inside of her, the spot that no male of her own species had the ability or the attentiveness to try to hit for her. It didn’t take long for the Raptoress’ third orgasm to wash over her, locking Louis’ manhood in a vice grip that rippled with her contractions.

He slid his hand down her tail, dipping his thumb into her tail hole and pressing it to the hilt as he plowed her sex with wild abandon. White-hot pleasure flashed in her eyes as she felt her lover cum, hot spurts of his cum painting her insides a lovely shade of off-white, warming her whole body despite the cold temperatures around them. Her body, not to be outdone, climaxed again, milking him for all he was worth as he shuddered in her. He was on the verge of being overstimulated, pleasure turning to pain before she slid herself off of him.

“Fuuuuuuck.” She moaned, flopping onto her uninjured side. She eyed the human, before eying the spot directly next to her. She definitely wasn’t moving farther than a few feet, not with the delicious vibrations that were running through every muscle in her body. Even her always snapping tail was still.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of cuddling with me.” She hissed at him, though her smiling eyes betrayed her actual thoughts on the matter. He didn’t hesitate to curl up next to her, kicking off his soaked uniform pants before pulling the oversized blanket over top of them both. He felt a low hum from her stomach, and it made him turn his head to look at her in her eyes.

“Are you purring?” He questioned, barely contained mirth hiding behind his cool, collected voice.

“Fuck off, Louis.” She growled but didn’t stop her purring. She put her right forepaw over him, scooting him closer to her soft underbelly, already sighing at the warmth he brought along with him. It had been a long war already, both for her and for this human, but so long as they remained together, she was content.

“Love you, Elisa.” He yawned, curling up tighter to her rumbling chest, running his hand along her forearm, before interlacing his fingers in her claws. He reached up and rubbed her muzzle, starting at the front and working his way back to the hinge of her jaw, where he knew she loved her rubs.

“I love you too, Louis. I promise that’s not just the blood loss talking.” She laughed quietly, using the elegant S curve of her neck to envelop him further, before she shut her eyes. It had been a long day, after all, and despite ending on a high note, they were both beyond exhausted.

She never did notice the smiley face sticker that was stuck smack dab to the front of her snout.

Got eeeem! Was Louis’ last thought before sleep took him, curled up in his lover’s embrace.