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The shower's steam curled lazily through the bathroom, clinging to Chun-Li's skin as she tilted her head back under the spray. The day had been long—another dead end in her hunt for Shadaloo, another stack of case files that led nowhere. The hot water was the first thing that had felt good in hours. She exhaled, letting the tension in her shoulders dissolve, if only for a moment.

Outside, the city hummed with its usual nighttime rhythm—car horns, distant laughter, the occasional siren. Her apartment was a sanctuary, high enough that the noise blurred into something almost peaceful. She hadn’t bothered locking the bathroom door. No one ever came up here uninvited.

Vega moved through her apartment like a shadow, his boots silent on the hardwood. Bison’s orders had been clear: *Make her understand her place.* The Spanish assassin hadn’t bothered with the front door—too predictable. Instead, he’d scaled the building’s exterior, his claws finding purchase in the brick with effortless precision. Now, standing in her living room, he listened to the steady patter of the shower.

Chun-Li turned off the water, reaching for the towel draped over the rack. She wrapped it around herself, tucking the edge securely above her breasts. The mirror was fogged, her reflection blurred—just as well. She wasn’t in the mood to scrutinize the exhaustion in her own eyes.

She pushed the bathroom door open, stepping into the dim glow of the bedroom lamp—and froze. The air shifted. A presence. Her muscles coiled before her mind fully registered the danger.

The towel slipped from Chun-Li's grasp as she pivoted on the balls of her feet, her body reacting before her mind could process the intruder's silhouette. Vega leaned against her dresser, one clawed fingertip tracing the edge of her framed Interpol badge. "You should really invest in better locks," he purred, his voice like velvet dragged over steel.

She didn't waste breath on a response. Her first kick aimed for his throat—controlled, precise, the way she'd trained a thousand times in the dojo. But Vega was already gone, his laughter curling around her like smoke as he reappeared behind her. His knee jammed into the small of her back, sending her sprawling onto the bed. The impact knocked the wind from her lungs, but she rolled immediately, twisting to plant a heel against his ribs. He grunted, stumbling back two steps before catching himself.

"Predictable," he taunted, flexing his claws. "Like a metronome."

Chun-Li scrambled upright, her pulse hammering in her throat. She needed clothes. Needed leverage. Her dresser drawer squealed as she yanked it open, grabbing the first things her fingers brushed—black lace panties, a matching bra, the translucent silk blouse she'd worn to last month's undercover op. She dressed in three frantic motions, the fabric clinging to her damp skin. Vega watched, amused, as if her defiance was part of some private joke.

"You think this changes anything?" She spat, circling him. The blouse was nearly sheer, her nipples visible beneath the fabric, but modesty was the least of her concerns now.

Chun-Li feinted left, then whipped her right leg in a vicious arc toward Vega’s temple. He ducked beneath it, his claws slicing upward—not to maim, but to tease, the tips catching the hem of her blouse and splitting it open to the collar. The silk fluttered apart, exposing the swell of her breasts above the black lace. She didn’t flinch. Instead, she used his momentary distraction to drive her knee into his gut. Vega exhaled sharply but caught her thigh before she could retreat, his grip like iron.

“Tsk.” His free hand slid up her leg, over the curve of her ass, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. “So much fight for someone who’s already lost.” With a sharp yank, the lace tore away, the sound obscenely loud in the small room. Chun-Li snarled, twisting to break his hold, but he was faster—pinning her wrists behind her back and shoving her face-first into the mattress. The bedframe groaned under their combined weight.

She bucked, her hips slamming upward, but Vega’s body pressed down, his erection grinding against the cleft of her ass through his pants. “Bison wanted you humiliated,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “But I think he’ll appreciate it more if you’re *broken*.” One hand fumbled with his belt, the other keeping her wrists locked together. Chun-Li seized the moment—arching her spine, she threw her weight sideways, toppling them both off the bed. Vega cursed as they hit the floor, her elbow driving into his ribs.

For a heartbeat, she was free. She lunged for the nightstand, fingers brushing the grip of her pistol—but Vega’s claws sank into her ankle, dragging her back. The gun clattered to the floor as he flipped her onto her back, his knees straddling her hips. His mask hid his expression, but his eyes burned with something darker than amusement. “Enough.”

Vega's fingers dug into her hips as he positioned himself between her thighs, the cold metal of his claws a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her skin. Chun-Li thrashed beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but his weight was immovable. With one hand, he yanked his pants down just enough to free his cock—thick, veined, already glistening at the tip. She clenched her teeth, her thighs trembling as the blunt head pressed against her entrance. "No—" The word tore from her throat, raw and desperate, but Vega ignored it, pushing forward with deliberate slowness.

The stretch burned. Chun-Li arched off the floor, her nails scraping uselessly against the hardwood as he sank deeper, inch by torturous inch. Her body resisted, tightening around him reflexively, but Vega didn’t stop. He exhaled through his nose, his grip tightening on her hips as he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against hers. "Feel that?" he murmured, rolling his hips in a slow, grinding circle. "That’s where you belong."

Her pussy pulsed around him, betraying her even as she snarled a curse. Vega chuckled, dragging his cock almost entirely out before slamming back in, the force of it knocking a choked gasp from her lips. He set a brutal pace from the start, each thrust jolting her body upward, her breasts bouncing with the motion. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by her ragged breathing and his low, satisfied groans. Chun-Li squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to focus—on the pain, the anger, anything but the heat coiling low in her belly.

But Vega was relentless. He angled his hips, changing the rhythm just enough to drag his cock over that spot inside her, and her traitorous body shuddered. A whimper escaped before she could bite it back. "There it is," he purred, his breath hot against her ear. He fucked into her harder, deeper, his thrusts becoming uneven as his own control frayed. Chun-Li’s thighs trembled, her toes curling against the floor as pleasure coiled tighter, an inevitable crescendo building despite her fury.

When it hit, it shattered her. Her back arched violently, her head thrown back as a broken scream ripped from her throat. Her pussy clenched around him, wave after wave of pleasure tearing through her resistance, leaving her gasping and shaking beneath him. Vega groaned, his rhythm stuttering as her climax milked him relentlessly. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his hips jerking as he came deep inside her, his release hot and relentless.

Vega withdrew from her with a slow, deliberate drag, his cock slick with her fluids as it slipped free. Chun-Li's body jerked involuntarily at the sensation, her thighs still quivering from the aftershocks of her forced climax. She barely had time to register the sticky warmth trickling down her inner thighs before Vega reached into the folds of his cloak, producing two writhing, chitinous creatures—facehuggers, their segmented tails lashing hungrily.

The first one struck before she could even gasp, its tail whipping around her neck as it latched onto her face with a wet *schlick*. The second coiled around her waist, its barbed appendages spreading her thighs wider as it positioned itself at her swollen, sensitive entrance. Chun-Li's muffled scream vibrated through the first facehugger's body as it thrust its ovipositor down her throat, the ridges along its length stimulating her gag reflex in a cruel mimicry of pleasure. The second wasted no time, plunging into her pussy with a single, brutal stroke, filling her all over again.

Her bound arms strained against their restraints, her fingers clawing at empty air as the creatures pistoned into her with relentless, synchronized rhythm. The facehugger at her throat pulsed, its ovipositor expanding as it began to pump thick, viscous fluid down her esophagus. At the same time, the one buried inside her pussy convulsed, its barbed tail tightening around her hips as it deposited its load deep into her womb. Chun-Li's body arched off the floor, her toes curling as another orgasm tore through her, violent and unstoppable.

Then came the suction cups—emerging from the creatures' underbellies like glistening, living tendrils. They latched onto her nipples with a sudden, hungry pressure, their rhythmic pulses mimicking the act of nursing. Chun-Li's breasts swelled under the attention, her milk ducts responding instinctively to the stimulation. A thin, pearly liquid beaded at the tips of her nipples before being greedily sucked away by the facehuggers, their bodies quivering with satisfaction as they drained her.

Vega watched, his mask obscuring whatever expression might have flickered across his face. He traced a claw along the inside of Chun-Li's thigh, where the second facehugger's tail still twitched possessively. "Look at you," he murmured, almost admiringly. "Taking them so well." Her chest heaved with labored breaths, her skin glistening with sweat and other fluids. The creatures showed no sign of stopping, their movements growing more erratic as they continued to milk her, their combined weight pressing her deeper into the floor.

Chun-Li's moan was muffled beneath the facehugger's pulsing body, the sound vibrating through its chitinous exoskeleton as her climax tore through her like a live wire. Her thighs trembled violently, her hips jerking in helpless little spasms as the creature inside her pussy convulsed, its barbed appendages locking deep within her walls. The sensation was unbearable—pleasure and violation coiled into one unbearable wave—and when the second load of thick, alien fluid pumped into her womb, her vision whited out entirely. Her back arched off the floor one last time, her toes curling against the hardwood, before her body went limp beneath the writhing mass of the creatures.

Vega watched as her eyelids fluttered, her consciousness slipping away like sand through fingers. The facehugger at her throat detached with a wet *pop*, its ovipositor retracting as it slithered off her slack jaw. The one between her thighs followed suit, its tail unwinding from her hips with a final, possessive squeeze. Both creatures scuttled back into the shadows of his cloak, their hunger sated—for now.

He crouched beside her, tilting his head as he studied the mess they'd made of her. Her breasts glistened with a thin sheen of milk, her nipples still pert from the relentless suction. Between her thighs, his cum mingled with the facehugger's viscous deposit, a sticky trail already leaking onto the floor. He dragged a claw through it, smearing the mixture across her inner thigh in a deliberate, possessive stroke.

"*Tan generosa,*" he murmured, almost fondly. Then he stood, adjusting his pants with a satisfied sigh. His work here was done. Bison would be pleased—not just with the humiliation, but with the *gift* they'd left inside her. The thought of what would hatch, what would *grow* within her, sent a thrill down his spine.

The apartment was silent save for Chun-Li's shallow breathing. Vega didn't bother covering her. Let her wake to the evidence of her defeat. Let her *feel* it. He stepped over her prone form, pausing only to pluck her Interpol badge from the dresser. A souvenir. The metal gleamed in the dim light as he tucked it into his cloak, then he was gone—vanishing through the window as silently as he'd arrived.

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