Project Asmodeus part 4 (Spitter Necromorph)

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Humanity had never expected to get as far into the stars as it had done, it had never expected to explore the planets that were once only able to be seen through a telescope and it had never expected to find life like the necromorphs. Perhaps life was too strong a word to describe the necromorphs as they were, despite moving and biting and spitting and sucking, actually dead, not a single drop of red blood shifting through the revived corpses. This was due to a thing known as the marker, an obelisk that you could describe as being vaguely alive, seemingly able to twist the dead matter around it into the beasts that you had found yourself experimenting on. It has seemed to have a natural self device mechanism where it could go into hibernation as soon as it was ripped from its own as well as showing that it was able to change strategies on how it conducted the corpses. When the recovery team had brought the marker to your lab ship, it turned itself back one, this time glowing pink which started to revive the corpses of those around you although this time it seems their command wasn’t to kill.

Instead it seemed like they had a desire to have sex with anything with a beating heart, eagerly pinning down and fucking that they could get their hands on. Even under the threat of death they would seemingly disregard all self defense instincts, only focused on having sex as seemingly it was the best way of keeping humanity from moving the marker again. As such the Necromorph Sexual Research project, known on site as project Asmodeus, was born, a research project monitoring the marker's new property and to see if there were any use for these more passive Necromorphs. It was also to see if this method of Necromorph cultivation was more productive then the other methods as well as seeing if this new strategy was a true attempt to take over humanity.

Of course, given the nature of the project, human stimuli testing was needed to see how the varying Necromorphs would react with you choosing to do the testing yourself as no one else wanted to do it. As such you had been trailing sensations that you could only dream off, from the feeling of a standard slasher Necromorph wrapped around your member to being ridden by the brute. The recent batch of corpses had been providing more of them same, various Slasher and dividers and other beasts getting spawned from the markers radius until a couple days ago where a revived body began to grab at its jaw. You watched the fingers run around the teeth of the corpse, yanking it down as it twisted and mutated into what was known as a spitter, drool leaking out the now ruined mouth.

At first this was a rather large cause of concern as, in previous encounters, the spitter was more than capable of spitting acid at people with the acid being potent enough to melt powersuits with enough application. As such one was quickly captured and pushed into a scanner, mapping out the body to reveal there were zero connections between the stomach and the mouth of the creature which meant no acid would be able to be spat. Instead a new organ had been created next to the ovaries of the creature, some sort of swollen up gland that would extract a fluid that would mix into  the salivary glands which the creature would then spit at people. The end result was that it spat an aphrodisiac at people, making them both more horny and producing more cum to shoot inside the dead.

The time would soon come for the human stimuli testing and you were the first person on the docket as you had tested every other entity that had been spawned with the marker's power. After some paperwork to ensure that the project wouldn’t get shut down if you were to die in the test, you were sent to the decontamination room to make sure you were cleaned of any microorganism that could harm the Necromorphs or the marker. It was also to make sure any other residue from the Necromorphs were destroyed in the slim chance that the more aggressive version of the virus was dormant within it.  You’d feel as the disinfectant would be sprayed across the air, brushing against your skin lightly as you’d hear as the sprinklers would come to a sudden stop.

You’d then hear as a siren would echo out across the air, the sounds of the door locking behind you followed by the containment door slowly opening up, various gasses leaking out of it briefly before it opened fully. You’d enter inside of the room before you heard as the door would shut behind you, locking to make sure both you and her couldn’t escape, the varying bits of furniture that were around the place causing shadows due to the harsh light. The sound of something gasping echoed out across the air, your head turning to a table that was laying across its side, seeing that its shadow was malformed. You’d then watch as something rose out from behind the table, a spiked lid slamming into the side of the metal before it lifted into the air full, revealing itself to you.

The first place you looked was the head of the creature, seeing a set of yellow tinted eyes whilst the mouth had clearly been ripped apart, the cheeks being absent and replaced with a series of muscles, the massive maw having teeth sticking out at all angles. You’d then look up to the arms that had ripped themselves out of her back, every inch of muscle being exposed to the air with slight parts of bone sticking out of it, a pair of blades topping the limbs. Meanwhile the woman's actual arms were holding her stomach apart, her rictus fingers having twisted into a death grip across her skin as she exposed her guts to you. You could see the woman’s rib cage sticking out the flesh, a few bits having clearly been ripped off, a steady amount of blood dripping down her thighs. You’d stare at her breasts for a moment, both of which had been lodged out of place somewhat due to the fact she was ripping her own chest apart,woman's pussy being exposed to the cold air whilst the woman’s legs were mostly intact but somewhat unsteady as if some of the nerves couldn’t have been repaired.

The creature stared at you for several moments, drool steadily dripping from her cracked open maw, the slivers of organs that you could see wiggling around in the flesh. Suddenly you’d see as she would realise that you were actually standing there, the woman letting out a growl towards you as she began to wander over, the woman’s feet curling against the ground somewhat as she wandered over.  The beast would then suddenly stop moving , her legs being bent so they were halfway through the motion as her eyes darted around your body, glancing up at your head and your cock before she lunged at you. The woman’s body would collide with your own and bringing you to the ground, the woman’s necrotising body falling down in a pile before she  began to move again.

The woman’s bladed arms would stretch out into the air before she slammed them down onto either side of you, denting the flooring somewhat before she used her legs to drag herself so her head was looming above your cock. The woman’s eyes locked onto your cock with the same way a lion's eyes locked onto its prey, unblinkingly staring at it as you’d feel her spit spill onto your member, slathering across your member slowly. You’d feel as your member would grow warmer at the feeling, blood flowing faster as you’d feel the woman’s potent spit start to take effect against your skin. You’d watch as the woman’s muscles would start to twitch and open up, slowly gaping open before she then brought her head down onto your member, consuming it in one clean motion. 

The woman’s rotting head hit your head with a heavy thump, the woman gargling out into the air as the blades dig deeper into the panels around you. The muscles in the woman’s throat would start to work your member almost instantly, moving across from the base of your member to the tip, the twisting mess of muscles never twitching in the same place twice. The woman would eventually start moving her head backwards, the woman’s distended jaw twitching slightly as you’d cock rubbed against what was left of her tongue and pallet. The woman only stopped when she reached your tip, which was when her entire mouth clamped around your member, keeping your head in her fleshy grasp before she brought her head back down to the base of your member.

The woman repeated this process several times over, moving at a slow pace but not a rhythmic one, the woman’s body occasionally spasming across your member as she brought her head down. You’d move your arms, moving one arm to grab ahold of her limbs and feeling as the muscles twitched and rubbed across your skin whilst the other moved to her shoulder, the slick feeling of blood moving across your skin. You’d also feel as the woman’s spit would slowly warm your entire body, your heart feeling like it was scraping across your rib cage as she kept sucking away at your cock. Suddenly you’d feel as the woman’s body would twitch around for a moment, the woman’s legs pushing against the ground so that she would be able to have some more leverage against your member.

The woman’s brain seemed to signal that she would start to go faster, the woman’s head no longer stopping at the base of your cock and instead just started ramming into it. You'd feel as your member would slip out her mouth, spit briefly dripping off your tip before it was consumed by her mouth again, the woman’s face squeezing against your crotch before bringing her head back up again with great force. The woman’s throat would adjust to this new pace she had set for herself, her muscles shifting a lot faster than they had done beforehand, all whilst spit leaked out of her mouth like a broken facet. The throat also moved itself backwards somewhat as if it was milking your cock with you watching as the woman’s throat would move up and down inside of her neck. 

Your hands would grow more and more restless, your fingers twitching and pushing across her skin and muscles before you proceeded to move your hands towards her head. One of your hands wrapped its digits within her hair, the strings wrapping around it and a couple strands catching in your stained nails whilst the others moved to her human arm, clutching ahold it and yanking it forward, being unable to break her grip from her skin but still being able to move her entire body forward. She let out a gurgle into the air, a large wave of drool splattering across your body as you began to move her head faster against your crotch, the spits power fully consuming you as you’d feel as she’d also begin to move faster, letting out a loud groan into the air.

The woman’s head was moving so fast that it would blur slightly in the air, the wounds across her face and her actual facial features blurring into a mix of skin and flesh except for her drooling maw. You’d feel as the woman’s human arm would start shifting outwards, stretching her chest apart and exposing more of her insides to the hot and humid air of the room, her spasming throat assaulting your member at a rapid rate. The woman’s muscles seemed like they were desperately trying to coax cum out of your cock, the woman’s bladed arms starting to scrape down the metal and slowly tearing it apart. You’d keep your grip on her vice tight, making sure that she couldn’t just leave although you didn’t think she intended too given just how fast she was moving against you.

That’s when she felt yourself starting to throb inside of her body, pushing against her inner walls which would spasm back with obscene speed, the woman’s teeth shining with spit as she moved. You’d then feel as the pressure would appear across your member, growing more and more intense by the moment with most of it being held within the tip but the more time would go on and the more you held onto the edge of your orgasm. The pressure soon consumed your cook in its entirety, the members throbs feeling more intense as you let out a loud pant into the air. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore, gasping into the air as you proceeded to cum inside of her throat, the woman bringing her head down to the base of your cock before she wrapped around your cock entirely.

The first volley of cum plunged deep inside of her, the ropes covering her spasming walls before the second volley pushed deeper down into her. The ropes grew thicker and faster,moving further and staining her red flesh as she gurgled into your crotch, her eyes darting and moving around so they were nearly rolling into the back of her head. The orgasm reached its peak quickly, a massive bundle of cum shooting out of your cock and into her throat and stomach with you watching as she’d slowly peel the skin back on her chest. After that your orgasm would come to an end, the ropes growing smaller and smaller before they became mere drops, the woman resting her head on your hips as she’d swallow whatever was left covering her throat down.

After a few moments the creature would stop swallowing, using her bladed hands to pull herself off your cock, spit spraying all over the place before flopping onto the ground. The woman’s limbs flicked around the place rapidly, the woman letting out a series of squeals before she ran off into the darkness of the cell she was in, your head spinning as you tried to pull yourself from the ground. Your heart was still racing and your body still felt hot to a touch, your muscles feeling like they were creaking whenever you moved them as you moved yourself over to the doorway. You'd rest yourself against the metal, the coldness of the steel feeling good across your skin as you’d enter inside of the room, the door shutting both the hot air and the Necromorph out.

With that you could feel the pleasant feeling of disinfectant spray pushing across your skin cooling you down somewhat as you thought about the various things you had found out about the spitter. For one the spit was now confirmed to be an incredible aphrodisiac, one that you were still feeling several of the effects off with you wondering what other capabilities that the spit could have when extracted. Another was that the creature was capable of way harder suction than it should be given the rotting of the lungs and varying other points of decay which made you wonder what other changes were made to the Necromorphs when they were mutated. But for now you were going to relax and go through disinfection, you had plenty of time to think about all of this when doing your paperwork, after all.