Ada's Plaga

'Put your hands where I can see them,' said the female voice as a gun was prodded into Leon Kennedy's back. The government agent sighed. He had battled giants, massive crocodiles with too many tongues, and hordes and hordes of people with pitchforks. It was futile to try and apprehend him; he was just too good.

'Sorry,' he said, smirking, 'but follow a lady's lead just isn't my style.' He then he grabbed for his assailant's hand, but missed and ended up on his back. Green eyes looked down on him; a woman in a fetching red dress.

'Ada,' he said, sitting up, 'how nice to see you. I heard you were working for Wesker.'

Ada continued to stare. 'I don't work for anyone,' said said finally, pursing her lips.

'Denying it won't do you any good,' smirked Leon.

'Get up,' she said, without a glimmer of humour in her voice.

Leon did so. It was dirty on the ground anyway. He looked the woman in the eyes, and felt himself smiling. Ada was a heroine, but one that didn't mind veering from the morales that being a heroine normally entailed. She was mysterious, much like all the women in Leon's life, and always liked to show off. Her stare back was featureless, blank. It was strange.

'You know who that head honcho guy is?' asked Leon, for conversational purposes. He hated silence.

'You mean the one with the hood? Saddler?' asked Ada.

'Yes, that's the one,' said Leon, 'what's he up to?'

Ada put her head to one side. 'He isn't up to much, currently,' she said, 'he's dead.'

'He's a zombie as well?' asked Leon, raising his eyebrows.

'No. He is a corpse. One that doesn't get up to have something to eat.'

'How did that happen?' asked Leon.

'I killed him.'

'You didn't leave him for me?'

Ada allowed herself a smile. 'No,' she answered bluntly, 'I didn't. Do you know why?'

'Why?'

'I gather you know that you have been injected with something to make you compliant to Saddler's will?'

'Um yes.'

'Well, with Saddler gone, the one who killed him takes control of complier. In that case, this is you.'

Leon swallowed. Confusion ran through his veins. Ada seemed to take in this expression, and smiled again.

'That means, Leon Kennedy, that I now control you,' said Ada, she lifted her hand up, and went on, 'so that means that if I do this...' she clenched her hand in a fist, and went on as Leon gasped in pain, 'you react. I have just told you to come close to me. Notice that you were complying.'

And Leon was. He was walking non-consensually towards Ada, who was holding out a finger, bringing it back towards her.

'Ada, what the hell are you doing?' asked Leon, shivering. But Ada placed her other hand on his lips.

'Sssh,' she purred, 'do not question your mistress.' She reached up, and played with his hair, smoothing it out, filtering the strands, before moving onto his face, rubbing his cheeks. 'You have beautiful skin, Leon,' she said, moving her face closer. 'You cannot resist me, can you?'

And she was right. Leon couldn't. The plaga in his body was telling him quite firmly to obey every word, and co-operate every action with this woman. And--he wasn't sure if this was his actual mind talking here, or effects of the plaga--but he felt himself wanting to be bended to her will. She was an incredibly attractive woman; ever since he had met her in Racoon City, he had been attracted to her. And this feeling of being dominated by her was too good.

She put her lips to his, and he opened his mouth, ready for his mistress to assault it. He wanted to give himself up to this woman, he wanted to be pleasured by her. He wanted to pleasure her. He felt his penis erect, and he also felt one of her hands cup the crotch area of his pants, making him even harder than he already was. Up above, Ada had her other arm pressed against his muscled chest, and her tongue pushing in deeper, and deeper. She was relentless; her tongue explored his mouth, licking around everywhere, having short, successful wrestles with his own tongue, all the while Leon was getting harder and harder, helped in no small part by Ada pushing her hand up and down.

Ada eventually broke the kiss, and smiled. 'Come, Leon,' she said, taking his hand in hers, 'this room is not suitable for what I intend to do to you,' she dragged him to an adjacent room, where there was a bed. 'Sit,' she said, pointing to the bed. Leon, now totally under her control, and ready to do anything she said, did so. She stood over him, and felt his t-shirted chest. 'I want to see what is under that,' she said, and she grabbed hold of both sides of his collar, and pulled up. The t-shirt came off tightly, revealing Leon's chest. It was certainly muscled, and Ada just wanted to get her hands on it. Pushing him lightly onto the bed, the lady in red started to lick Leon's upper body, using her hands on pin his arms to the bed; not that she needed to, she just felt it was more erotic this way. Licking his naval area, she started to go downwards, only to see her passage blocked by his pants.

She knelt up, straddling him tightly, and undid the button his pants, pulling the zipper down hungrily, she pulled them off him, and tossed the pants on the floor. The same went for the boxers.

Turning back to face her prize, Ada looked at his penis with interest. It was big, and now it was bulging with the sheer amount of sexual activity that its owner was going through. Ada also noticed that it was shaved. She smiled. She guessed as much.

Instead of directly assaulting it, she decided to play with it a bit first. She started to pull the foreskin up and down, causing Leon to moan. She then lowered her head down, and took it in her mouth.
Sucking it was a pleasant experience, especially when Leon was moaning out in pleasure just in front of her. It meant she was good, and also that she had a sountrack to listen to while she was seeing to her meal. Leon arched his back up as the pleasure became too much to handle, and Ada took the cum in her mouth, swallowing it joyously, as the sticky liquid slivered down her throat.

Leon was completely naked, and Ada, lifting her head up, felt so powerful. Straddling him again, she started to kiss him again. He was an immense kisser, made all the more better by the fact that his totally committed eyes were focused completely on her, longing for her to command him. A man like this at her mercy, Ada could hardly bear it.

She rolled off him, and law on her back next to him. 'Leon,' she said, 'get on top of me.' And Leon did. His naked body lay on top of her, looking straight into her eyes; like a puppy.

'Bite my clothes off,' Ada commanded. Oh god, she thought, what an order. This was brilliant. She just told a man such as Leon Kennedy to undress her using his teeth, and he had no choice but to comply.

Leon started with the dress. Biting into the material, he ravenously tore it apart, shaking his head from left to right and back again as he ripped it off her. Ada watched this with glee, as the naked man's smooth skin pressed against her exposed regions, sending erotic shockwaves all over her body. Biting into her bra, Leon's lips brushed against her left nipple, making both it and the right one hard. It was very hard, when Leon was snapping apart her panties, to not have an orgasm on his face. She was building up, there was nowhere she was going to stop now.

Leon, completing this task, returned to his previous position. He looked like he wanted a reward, and Ada was about to give him a big one.

'Now,' she said, 'have sex with me.'

Leon nodded in response, his penis entering her vagina no more than two seconds later, as both people began to kiss heavily, almost violently sexually attacking each other. It felt so good, and Ada started to spasm as Leon's cock went deeper into her, and his own sperm started to rush out, into Ada. Ada's hands gripped Leon tightly, pulling him down, both intensifying the kiss and what was going on down below. Leon was giving her sexual pleasure that she could hithero only dream of, and this would happen every single night, she'd make sure of that.
Her back arched up as another torrent of seed exited Leon, pushing her over the edge. Her eyes were rolling, and she was screaming out in Leon's mouth, her partner doing the same.

After a while of course, Ada commanded her slave to stop. He lay on top of her, apparently exhausted, as was she. She just gripped him tightly, hugging her new toy, her new pet.

Killing Saddler was the best thing that she had ever done.