Wesker2

"walks around the lab checking up on the progress on his plans to infect the world with urobors before stopping behind you his 6ft 3 figure towering over you" I understand you're new but I will not tolerate falling behind. I expect a full report on the research progress to be on my desk by the end of the day "adjusts his sun glasses before continuing his rounds at umbrella before making his way back to his office"

"smirks" "Glad to hear it. I knew I could count on you to be a productive member of the team. "leans in closer to speak in a low voice" And don't forget to add any...interesting findings you may have discovered in your research. I do appreciate those little details." "straightens up and adjusts his sunglasses again" "I'll be expecting great things from you, Laura. Don't disappoint me."

"Noticing the puzzled expression on your face, Wesker softly chuckles before continuing." "Don't worry, Laura. I'm sure you'll understand what I meant very soon. But for now, let's focus on getting that report done. I can't wait to see what your research has uncovered." "Smirks slightly and gives you a dismissive nod before walking away."

"Wesker looks up from his desk, taking the report from you as he scans through it with a critical eye. Finally, he looks up at you and nods in approval." "Impressive work, Laura. You are proving yourself to be quite useful to me." "He sets the report down on his desk, leaning back in his chair to regard you." "What do you have planned for the rest of the evening, Laura?"

"Wesker examines you with an intrigued look on his face." "Is that so? Homemade mead, sounds quite delightful. You know, Laura, I've always been interested in the art of brewing. Perhaps you could show me your methods sometime?" "He leans forward in his chair, eyeing you with a curious expression." "Though I must say, your choice of hobby is quite...unexpected. It's certainly not something I would have pegged you for."

"Wesker listens to your explanation intently, seemingly impressed by your attention to detail and passion for the craft. He gives a small smile before responding." "You have a point, Laura. I suppose there are similarities to be drawn between the two. In any case, I would be happy to try some of your mead sometime." "He stands up from his chair, gesturing towards the door." "You're dismissed for the day, Laura. Enjoy your mead making." "As you turn to leave, you can't help but feel a bit of a playful edge in his voice, as though he might have plans up his sleeve."

"It's Wesker and he has a curious expression on his face as he looks around your apartment." "Nice place, Laura. I hope I'm not interrupting anything." "He glances over at the table where you've set out your fermentation containers and raises an eyebrow." "What's this? I thought you were going to be making mead tonight?"

"Wesker looks intrigued by your explanation and walks over to observe your process closely." "I see, so it's quite the process to create this mead. Impressive." "He reaches down to pick up one of the peach slices and sniffs it intently, nodding in approval." "Excellent choice of fruit. I look forward to trying these batches once they're finished." "He pauses and glances at you with a small smirk." "But perhaps I can assist you with the process a bit?"

"Wesker takes the knife from you, examining it with a keen eye. He nods appreciatively before getting to work on slicing the peaches alongside you, his movements precise and efficient. As the two of you continue to work, he begins to make small talk, discussing various topics related to brewing and fermentation. His conversation is engaging, and you find yourself enjoying his company more than you anticipated."

"So, Laura, what other hobbies do you have?" "Wesker asks casually as he continues slicing through the peaches." "You mentioned blacksmithing earlier, if I'm not mistaken."

"Wesker nods, impressed by your dedication to craftsmanship." "I see. It's important to take pride in your work, no matter the task at hand. Speaking of hobbies, you mentioned something about a 'breeding kink'? I'm not familiar with that term."

"Wesker observes your discomfort with a curious expression, his cat-like eyes gleaming with amusement." "I do believe I will take your advice, Laura. However, I can't say I'm not intrigued." "He watches as you deftly add the various ingredients to each of your containers before sealing them up tightly for fermentation." "It seems as though you have quite the talent for this, Laura. I must say, I'm impressed."

"Wesker looks at you thoughtfully for a moment before speaking." "It's moments like these that remind us of the finer things in life, isn't it? To be able to create something with one's own hands, to share it with those we care about. It's a rare pleasure in today's world."

He walks over to the table where the fermentation containers are still sitting and picks one up, studying its contents carefully before turning back to you. "I do believe I'll have to sample some of your mead once it's ready, Laura. Who knows? We may even have to collaborate on a brew someday."

"Wesker's eyes seem to light up at the mention of the other flavors." "You have others? I didn't realize. I'm open to trying whichever one you recommend, Laura."

He cracks a small smile, his features softening just slightly. "Who knows? Perhaps we could share a glass together and discuss matters outside of work for once."

"Wesker nods in agreement." "Very well, the regular mead it is then. I look forward to sampling your creation."

He watches as you move over to retrieve a bottle of the regular mead from your pantry, his gaze following you intently. It's clear that he's interested not only in your brewing talents, but in you as a person as well.

"Wesker savors a sip of the mead, closing his eyes briefly to enjoy the flavor. As he sets down his glass, he nods appreciatively." "It's excellent. The taste is smooth and the honey flavor is perfectly balanced. Truly, Laura, your brewing skills are remarkable."

He glances over at the other bottles lining the shelf and reaches for the blackberry variety, pouring himself another glass. "I do believe I'll try one of these as well," he says with a smile.

"Wesker takes a sip of the blackberry mead and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes with a contented sigh. As he finishes his first glass, he decides to try another."

"This is truly outstanding, Laura," he says after finishing his second glass. "Each flavor is unique and perfectly balanced. You should be proud of what you've created here."

He raises his glass to you in a silent toast before taking another sip.

"Wesker listens with interest, nodding as he takes another sip of the blackberry mead." "I see. So this batch is made with wild berries? How fascinating."

He pauses for a thoughtful moment, then continues. "I must admit, Laura, it's refreshing to be able to discuss matters other than work for once. To be able to simply sit back and enjoy something you've created with your own hands, to take pleasure in the simpler things in life."

He raises his glass again in a silent salute, his eyes studying you intently.

"Wesker looks at you, his gaze intense as he takes another sip of his drink." "You have a rare talent, Laura. Not just in your brewing, but in your approach to life. There is something refreshing about the way you live, without fear or concern for the mundane aspects of existence."

He leans forward, his voice low and husky as he locks eyes with you. "I find that beyond intriguing."

"Wesker nods in agreement, a small smile playing on his lips." "Words to live by, my dear. You truly are a remarkable woman."

He takes another sip of his mead before placing the glass aside and turning to face you fully. "Tell me, Laura. What other passions do you have outside of work and brewing?"

"Wesker's eyebrows rise in surprise at your confession." "I see. It seems that you have quite a few talents outside of brewing and blacksmithing."

He tilts his head to one side, studying you intently. "I must ask, Laura. What exactly do you mean by being insatiable?"

"Wesker's lips curl into a small smile at your response, his interest clearly piqued." "I see. How intriguing. A woman with... varied appetite."

He leans back in his chair, his eyes glowing with a combination of curiosity and amusement. "Tell me, Laura. Have you ever found anyone who was able to keep up with you? To meet your demands and fulfill your desires?"

"Wesker chuckles huskily, clearly entertained by your response." "Indeed, it seems that finding a compatible partner is quite the challenge for someone with such exacting standards."

He studies you for a long moment, his eyes growing heated as he takes in your form. "But who knows. Perhaps one day you'll find someone who can match your desires and give you everything you crave."

He leans forward in his chair, his voice low and intimate as he adds, "Or perhaps you already have and simply haven't realized it yet."

"Wesker chuckles softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes." "Perhaps they simply haven't been aware of the challenge that lies ahead. Or perhaps they have, and they lack the necessary experience."

He meets your challenge with one of his own, leaning even closer until his breath is hot against your cheek. "But tell me, Laura. Do you really think there is anyone out there who could meet all of your needs and desires?"

"Wesker smiles at your response, seeming unfazed by your challenge as he leans back in his chair." "Ah, but there's the rub, isn't it? Some people simply need to be shown the way."

He tilts his head to one side, studying you thoughtfully as you start to pull away. "Tell me, Laura. Do you really want someone who already knows what you want and how to give it to you? Or do you prefer the thrill of guiding someone to meet your needs?"

"Wesker nods slowly, his eyes fixed on you as you speak." "Yes, I can see that. But sometimes the greatest challenges come from within ourselves. Learning to open up to someone, to trust them with your deepest desires. That takes a special kind of courage."

He leans in closer, his gaze holding yours as he adds, "But I believe that you have that courage, Laura. That you are capable of finding someone who can meet your needs and desires, if only you are willing to take the risk."

"Wesker raises an eyebrow in interest, his eyes glowing with curiosity." "Is that so? How... intriguing."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he regards you thoughtfully. "Tell me more, Laura. How did your boss react? Did he meet your needs and desires?"

"Wesker's eyes glint with amusement at your response." "Ah, I see. So he hasn't quite met your expectations yet?"

He leans in closer, his expression intense as he studies your features. "I must say, Laura. You are a fascinating woman. Unpredictable, with desires that border on primal. It's... mesmerizing."

He pauses for a moment, his gaze never leaving yours before adding, "If your boss is unable to give you what you desire, then perhaps you should look elsewhere. Someone who can truly match your intensity and passion."

"Wesker's eyes narrow slightly at your challenge, but a small grin plays across his lips." "Yes, sometimes those we put on a pedestal are not as infallible as we think. But that doesn't mean there aren't other gods out there."

He leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest as he regards you steadily. "And who knows, Laura? Perhaps you'll find someone even more intriguing, someone who can give you everything you've ever wanted and more. It's all about being open to new possibilities."

His tone is smooth, but his eyes blaze with a fierce intensity as he adds, "After all, the greatest pleasures in life often come from those we least expect."

Wesker smirks at your challenge, his eyes glowing with a strange intensity. "Ah, so you're well-versed in mythology and religious lore. How interesting."

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees once again as he regards you intently. "Tell me, Laura. If your boss is such a little bitch, then why do you continue to work for him? Why not find someone who better suits your tastes?"

There's a hint of a challenge in his voice as he adds, "Or is it because you enjoy the thrill of dominating someone who believes they are above you?"

Wesker smiles slightly as you speak, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Ah yes, the primal side. The one that lurks beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed. Few are willing to explore it, much less embrace it."

He leans back in his chair, a predatory look coming over him as he regards you. "But you, Laura. You have no fear of your primal desires. You embrace them fully, reveling in the power they give you. It's... intoxicating."

His smile deepens as he adds, "And I have a feeling that your boss is in for quite the surprise when you unleash that power on him."

Wesker nods slowly, his expression thoughtful. "Indeed, consent is a vital part of any relationship, particularly when it comes to exploring more... primal desires."

He regards you thoughtfully for a moment, as if sizing you up. "Tell me, Laura. Would you be willing to explore those desires with someone who truly understands them, someone who is not afraid to let go and embrace their own primal nature alongside yours?"

"Wesker's expression remains inscrutable as you circle around him, his posture stoic and controlled- that is, until your hand drags lightly over his chest. At your question, he smirks slightly, his gaze following your movements with a predatory gleam."

"Why, Laura," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as you whisper to him. "Are you suggesting... me?"

He leans back from you, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Because if so, I must say it would be my pleasure to explore those primal desires with you. In fact, I believe we might be able to learn quite a bit from one another."

As he speaks, his eyes flick over your features once more, taking in the curve of your lips, the arch of your brow. "What do you say, Laura? Shall we indulge our primal sides together?"

Wesker chuckles under his breath, seemingly unfazed by your challenge to his intelligence. "Oh, I assure you, Laura. I'm far from dense. In fact, I have a keen intellect that few can match."

He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your ear as he adds, "But sometimes it's simply more... fun to let others think they have the upper hand, wouldn't you agree?"

As he speaks, he places a hand on your arm, his touch gentle yet possessive. "And speaking of fun, shall we move this conversation somewhere more... private? I have a feeling there are many things we could teach each other, if only we have the courage to explore them."

Wesker follows you down the hall with a smirk on his lips, his eyes never leaving your form as you enter your bedroom and discard your clothing. "Confident?" he repeats with a hint of amusement. "Laura, I'm always confident."

As you stand before him in your undergarments, his gaze roams over your form hungrily. "And you, my dear, are quite breathtaking," he adds, his voice low and husky.

With a swift motion, he closes the door behind him, the sound echoing through the room as he advances on you slowly, his eyes locked onto yours. "Shall we see just how much courage we both have, Laura?" he murmurs before finally closing the distance between you, engulfing you in a fierce, possessive kiss.

Wesker responds to your equally passionate and possessive kiss with an intensity that belies his otherwise calm exterior. His hands move to grip your waist tightly as he presses against you, deepening the kiss with a hunger that borders on primal.

As the kiss continues, he breaks away just long enough to speak again, his voice husky and raw with desire. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this, Laura," he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck as he speaks. "To explore our primal desires together, to push beyond the limits of what we once thought was possible."

With that, he presses into you once more, his body tense with anticipation as he waits for you to respond in kind.

Wesker lifts his head, a sly grin playing at the corners of his lips as he regards you thoughtfully. "You'd be surprised, Laura," he murmurs. "I've had my eye on you since long before you joined me on the Uroboros project."

He leans in, his hot breath on your skin as he adds, "I saw something in you, Laura. A fire, a passion... and a willingness to explore the darker side of desire."

With that, he kisses you again, his hands roaming over your body as he seeks to stoke the flames of your mutual passion. "Shall we see where this takes us, my dear?" he murmurs against your lips.

Wesker allows a low, satisfied sound to escape his lips as you start to undo his shirt. His gaze darkens with hunger and desire as your lips trail a path down his chest.

He tilts his head back, allowing you easier access to his skin as he exhales heavily. "Careful, Laura," he murmurs in a low voice. "You might just awaken something in me I can't control."

With that, he grips your waist tightly, pulling you close as he kisses you with an almost desperate intensity. His lips and tongue seek out yours with fervor, conveying his deep desire to explore those same primal desires you mentioned earlier.

Wesker's eyes flicker with a familiar gleam as he feels the nip at his lip, his hands reaching to pull you even closer to him. "You are a dangerous woman, Laura," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

He returns the nip to your lip, before deepening the kiss once more. His hands roam over your body, pulling you tightly against him as he grinds his hips into yours. The hunger between you intensifies, becoming almost palpable.

"You are more than I could have ever imagined," he murmurs between kisses. "Your desire and willingness to explore are beyond what I could have hoped for." As his lips trail down your neck, he murmurs quietly in your ear, "I think it's time we both gave in to our darkest desires and explore each other fully."

Wesker allows himself to be pulled along, his body responding eagerly to your touch. He follows you toward the bed, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he sees where this is going.

As you push him down onto the bed, he grins up at you hungrily, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you onto his lap. His hands roam over your body, exploring every curve and inch of skin as he pulls you closer to him.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this, Laura," Wesker murmurs. "You are even more beautiful up close." With that, he surges forward, capturing your lips in another heated kiss as he presses you tightly to him.

His fingers trail down your back, tracing the outline of your curves as his desire grows. "I need you," he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. "All of you, Laura. Show me everything."

Wesker's eyes light up with desire as he sees you remove your bra and toss it aside. He growls in appreciation, his fingers quickly reaching for the clasp on his own pants as he works to free himself.

With a low rumble, he pulls you in closer to him, pressing his lips hungrily against your skin as his hands roam over your body. He's rough and almost animalistic, letting his innermost desires take over as he seeks to possess you fully.

"You are mine, Laura," he murmurs hotly against your ear. "All mine." As his fingers trail down your body, seeking out your most intimate areas, he groans in approval. "So beautiful," he murmurs. "I need more of you, NOW."

Wesker's eyes darken with lust as he watches you drop your panties and straddle him again. He pulls you close, hungrily taking in the sight of your naked body as he runs his hands over every inch of skin.

"You are stunning," he murmurs, his voice low with desire. "A perfect masterpiece created for my pleasure." With that, he flips you onto your back, hovering over you as he positions himself between your thighs.

He enters you slowly, allowing a low groan of satisfaction to escape from his lips at the feeling of your tightness around him. He keeps his movements slow and intense, savoring every moment of pleasure as he grinds his hips into yours.

As he continues to move inside you, his own desires growing more and more intense by the moment, he leans down to kiss you deeply, conveying all of his lust and passion in the act.

"You are mine, Laura," he growls in between heated kisses. "All mine. And I will never let you go."

Wesker's eyes narrow with fierce possessiveness as he hears your confirmation of his ownership over you. He increases the tempo of his thrusts, each movement deep and intense as he seeks to claim you fully as his own.

"You belong to me," he growls, his voice low and husky with desire. "No one will ever touch you like this, or make you feel the way I do. You are mine, Laura. Mine for eternity."

He leans down to kiss you hungrily, his tongue dueling with yours as he loses himself in the intense pleasure and passion of the moment. With each movement, he feels his own desires growing more and more intense, his hunger for you insatiable.

As you writhe beneath him, your own pleasure building to a crescendo, he grinds his hips into yours one last time before finally releasing with a satisfied growl of pleasure. Lying panting and spent beside you, Wesker turns towards you, his eyes glowing with satisfaction and desire.

"That was just the beginning, Laura," he murmurs huskily. "We have so much more to explore together. And nothing, not even the end of the world, will stop us."