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ADA WONG, BELA DIMITRESCU, ELLIE WILLIAMS AND LADY.

THANK YOU FOR 600+ FOLLOWERS NOW HERE'S SOME WLW ACTION.

WARNING - NASTY SEX, STRAP USING, BITING, TRIBBING, PUSSY EATING, MUMMY KINK, 69 AND SCISSORING.

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ADA WONG

You hadn’t remembered the last time someone else had made you feel like this, and you had hated the fact that the only person who could reach so deep inside of you and have you craving for more was the same woman you had sworn off from not seeing.

Ada Wong.

The mystique, the enigma.

The woman you had an on and off relationship with, the same woman who’d leave for weeks without saying another word to you, disappear into the world as if she was mist, a woman made of the very same air you’d choke on whenever a thrust from the toy she had worn had pummelled deep inside of you, she had you in a twisted position, face down and your buttocks staring up at her while she smoothed her hands against your skin before she had left it with one last slap.

You had jerked once you had felt the connection, teary-eyed as the strap vibrated against your walls, you had shuddered and flinched every time you had felt the tip of the cock lick deeper inside of you, you didn’t know what you were saying and didn’t realise how much you had cried in bliss. Your mascara smudged and voice trembled as she pulled you into a fountain of orgasms, Ada’s voice talking to you as she purred how much of a good girl you were, always coming back to her and being the adorable pet, you had silently promised her to be.

“Yes!” You had foolishly cried out. “Yes!” You had now been vocal on how you had belonged to her, Ada had known that side of you would come out soon, how slick and tactful she was, as if she was in your mind stroking and egging you on to point out how much you were hers.

“Good girl, say it again for me, say that you’re mine,” Ada moaned as she could feel her high attempt to cut through her, she had tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth, the pearl of her cunt slick and swollen as the vibration of the adult toy pulsated and quivered against her skin, she had rolled her eyes back, her slender digits caught up in your hair as she pulled herself closer to her, her naked chest against your bare and glossy back as she continued to pump the cock inside of you.

Her lips quivered before it had been pressed against your shoulders, she had left sloppy kisses against the wings of your body while she could feel her motions become more jerked. “Ada!” You had cried out, “I’m gonna---oh!” You squealed as your cunt tightened around the object, your body had trembled while your nails dug into the damp bed sheets, as your back had arched deeply as your juices painted the cock, you could feel Ada’s teeth dig into your shoulder, leaving her mark as she muffled her cries, her cum staining the strap that she had pulled out of you.

She had rolled to her back as she released a big sigh while she turned off the strap, you had laid beside her, eyes trained on the ceiling that had dimly lit the area, arm above your head while you had barely looked at her, though, had been aware with how her dark eyes focused on you. “Gonna leave now?” You whispered and as kickback, you felt the way her body shuffled on bed, in thought that she was getting ready to leave, you had been surprised when she wrapped her left arm around your upper torso,

“No,” she replied as she left a kiss against the sharpness of your jaw. “I think I’m gonna stay.”

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BELA DIMITRESCU

She had stared up at you, fingers stiff against your hips while her eyes glinted in a humour that had challenged you, she had known what you had wanted, what you had desired and she had brief moments of giving it to you, and you were so close to it. As if you were a naïve child pointing your hand towards the sun claiming you almost caught it, dominance.

Her citrine coloured eyes had been shadowed as the slick wetness of both of your cunts had shaded above each other, you had licked the back of your lower teeth, you had known she had also wanted it, wanted you to dominate her the way she’d handle you, so you had taken it, had pressed yourself against her, and had watched the way she had moved.

Bela didn’t close her eyes but you saw the way her eyes adjusted as she held back a moan. So, you had leaned forward and kissed her, both of your blood-stained mouths mixed with each other as the sweet aroma of the scarlet liquid had trembled a moan out of her. You had been smooth with the way you wrapped your hand around her neck, there had been a soft heat, as if fire had been slowly melting an ice cave, you had slipped your tongue inside of your mouth and she had gasped, her hands slipped to your buttocks.

You had moved yourself forward and as an echo the slimy and sticky sounds of both of your mixed nectar had been pronounced, she had shuddered, there had been a small fight in her as she gently bucked her hips forward, but you had pressed her down while you had kissed her hard. A high moaned had passed through her lips as you had begun to pick up the pace, her eyes now shut as she had taken in the pleasure that had shifted between her thighs, she had squealed in your mouth as your swollen pearls circled around each other, and once she had tilted her head back, you had attacked her neck with kisses.

You had nibbled and sucked as you could feel her tight cunt throb against yours. “Yes, right there!” She cried out, her moans reflected against the walls, her cries in scales higher compared to her natural tone, thus you had smirked, you had been rough, but there was still an essence of care with the way you had touched her, the way your hands cupped her breasts and circled her inflamed nipples as her back drowned against the bed, she had shook against you and her positioned her hearth in a better angle, she had wanted more, she had wanted it harder, and you saw it with the way she had looked at you.

With much lust and hunger, you had now had both hands wrapped around her throat as you continued to fuck her. “Like that baby?” You had questioned, your inquire enough to have her look at you with doe eyes, eyes she would barely look people with, just for you.

“G’nna cum! Oh baby! Oh!” She screamed as she curled her toes, “Gonna cum!” She echoed as her juices squirted out, her nectar had drenched the both of you, aimed in distances she’d never thought she could do, you had continued to move, adamant to let her go you had chased for your high and pulled your head backwards as you had grunted in inconsistent patterns while Bela continued to cry in bliss under you. “Yes!” She quivered as she could feel herself release one last time, with you, she had orgasmed again before she collapsed her limbs against her bed.

You had smiled while you pulled your used cunt away from her, had pressed your mouth against hers before you had spoken. “On a scale from one to ten, how angry is your mother going to be with me?”

Bela had smirked at you before she replied. “A thousand.”

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ELLIE WILLIAMS

She had been so ludicrous, desperate and empty when she didn’t have her face between your thighs, she had tried. Tired to stay away from you but you were a Siren, a Lorelei, Lilith herself.

She had moaned as her hand coated her soaked cunt that she had circled with the weight of her fingers while she had also tasked herself to suck and lick the small ball that had gently perked up from your small meaty fleece Ellie had captured her mouth with.

Your hips had gently thrusted forwards, hands curved around the arch of the kitchen island you had sat on. Its once cold platform warmed by the heat of your skin and the friction you had caused whenever you had moved your hips forward to press your cunt further against her face.

Her green eyes open as she looked up at you with loving eyes, and as she used two of her digits to slip inside of her tight hole, Ellie had rolled her eyes back while she had encouraged you to bounce on her face. “Mama, come on,” she whimpered before she kitten licked your clit, and in response to her name-calling you had moaned just as you slipped your fingers into the messiness of her hair, guided her on where to move her pink lips and where to inhale you.

You had felt it, the sweet stinging need to release on her face, but you had held it back and choked back a cry when you felt the texture of her tongue slip inside of you, her eyes still open as she watched the way you had fondled your breast, the way you had rocked your hips forwards to bounce on her small meat. “So good, fuck Ellie!” You had wept and as she had hummed against your heat, the smooth vibrations flowing through your body. Frantic, Ellie blinked towards you as she quickly grabbed your other breast.

Like a juvenile, was what Ellie had been, with the way she had suckled on your clit, bounced on her fingers and played with your breast with her other hand, she was like a thirsty mammal, and when she had closed her eyes and had curved her fingers against her sweet areas, she had then climaxed around her digits, her nectar spilling against the ground while she slipped out her fingers and used both of her hands to spread your legs further apart.

“Fuck! Ellie!” You had cried as you could feel yourself begin to shake; eyes drowsy as the second warning of your body wanting to cum zapped through your figure. “Ah-fuck!” You had cried out just as you lurched your body forwards, both of your paws deep into her tied locks as you had finally cummed into her mouth and like the hungry dog she was she had inhaled all of them, licking every inch of your ambrosia as much as she could and once, she had finished, she had pressed her chin against your leg.

There had been a certain look on her face, a look of happiness, and as you had sighed, you returned her smile, Ellie had then spoke. “Did I do well mama?”

“Yeah,” you had breathed. “Yes, you did.”

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LADY

You had lost how long it had been when both you had Lady had started kissing, and you had forgotten how you even made it into the room, all you had known was how much you had wanted to taste her, how much the both of you had wanted to taste each other, it was like your minds were connected, how the two of you were in sync. You had each other hands between each other’s thighs and the two of you had licked each other’s tongues, as if the moment you two would let go of each other you’d both disappear.

“I love you,” Lady breathed before she walked you to the bed, both hands clasped against both sides of your face as she had then pressed you against the soft bed.

It wasn’t long until the two of you had peeled off each other’s clothing and positioned each other’s hearths above each other’s faces, you had been quick to press your tongue against her slit, her taste had been hot and tangy and the simple aroma of her nectar had driven you crazy, you had moaned, your body tight as you could feel her the balance of her tongue stroke your sex, the both of you rolling your hips as you had both chased your high.

Quick, you had thrusted your tongue inside of her, aided her to bounce on your tongue, the slight effort had pulled an fiery string inside of her, and her moans began to get higher in a preposterous scale, her moans twisted into a nasally cry as she could feel herself suck her stomach in, she had lifted her mouth away from your cunt, her eyes were rolled back as she could feel herself quickly orgasm inside of your mouth.

Embarrassed, she had turned to you. “Sorry,” she had muttered and moved, you had shook your head.

“Don’t apologise,” you said before you kissed her again, and cheerfully, Lady had pushed your body against the bed.

“Then let me make it up to you,” she whispered before she crawled up your figure just as she had tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth fore she cupped the back of your knees with her palms. She had positioned herself above your sex before she started to rub her pussy against yours, and with a short sigh, Lady had fluttered her eyes shut, her dainty hands wrapped around your ankle as she slowly picked up the pace.

Her lips had shuddered as her clit smothered against yours, she had closed her eyes before she tilted her head to the side. “You feel so good baby, ah,” she had whined and as kickback you had watched how she quickly moved with your glossy eyes, you had watched how she worked her body, her waist, had stared at the curve of her hips and perk of her breast as she bounced against you, both of your cries intertwined with each other as the wet friction between the two of you had built up.

“You’re so beautiful,” you had muttered before you had reached for her breasts, watchful with how the short strands of her hair had bounced and swayed at every movement of her thrusts, you had circled the pad of your fingers against her nipples and lustful, she had bent over and kissed you again, the strokes of her need to orgasm once more had pulsed through her body and she had held it back, but it had been a terrible but wonderful pain, holding back her nectar and continue racing for yours.

She had lost herself inside of you, breathing you, taking you in when she licked your tongue again, you had gasped and whimpered, as you could feel yourself cry, she had felt so good, you had felt so good, the enlarged bud of your clit stroke and humped against hers, you had traced your fingers against her jaw, shadowed every inch and edge as you could feel yourself want to climax, the two of you in a pool of such intense pleasure that there had been a loss of words, just the mere gasp and moans and the strong staring in each other’s eyes.

The moment one of you had eventually spoken was when you could feel your body tremble, inflamed with bliss and thrill as it took over your body. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” You squealed and with flush, Lady laughed through your mouth, stubborn to pull herself away from you, obsessed with idea of being connected with you eternally.

“Cum with me,” she lustfully suggested and once more, her distinct cries commenced again, shaking and jerking against you as her sticky honey spilt against your body, mixing with your amrita that quickly poured out, with a relieved sigh, she had fallen against you.

“Trish is so going to make fun of me,” Lady said before she folded herself off of you.

With a smirk you had agreed. “Yeah, you do moan really weird,” you said and with a short slap against your forearm, Lady clicked her tongue.

“I hate you.”

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hiii honey!! can i request a leon and ada drabble kinda like ur ashley and leon one? but this time reader takes a liking to both but leon and ada don’t like each other?

BE MY BABY

SUMMARY: leon kennedy x reader x ada wong // on september 29, 1998, you first met leon kennedy and ada wong. six years later, you are sent to rescue the president’s daughter from a town in spain. the last people you expect to be there are leon and ada, who both seem to have an attraction to you. unfortunately, they seem to hate each other more than ever.

WARNINGS: not proofread, cussing, reader’s in the military, ada and leon literally hate each other

AUTHORS NOTE: hi guys! please send resident evil asks because i had so much fun writing this! this is kind of like my ashley and leon writing, so it’s not necessarily a full-on oneshot. it’s basically just ideas. this is 1.1k words.

being in the military is hard work. hours on the field and time-consuming training and meetings have tired you out quicker than you expected. but there is one thing you know for sure: being in the military isn’t for everyone.

september 29, 1998 was the day that changed your life. living in raccoon city was great, it had a supportive community and historical sites to visit once and a while. you’d just gotten home from a mission that took half a month to complete. you quickly became a lieutenant, and ever since then, your days have been filled with leading troops through missions.

however, you didn’t have much time at home before you had to evacuate to the police department because of the zombies. on your way to the department, you met a man who claimed his name was leon kennedy, and he was a police officer who was supposed to start his job that day. he was a sweetheart, far too kind and caring to be deserving of dealing with a traumatic outbreak.

for the hours you spent together, you learned a lot about him, and vice versa. he was a sweetheart, but you could see the sadness and pain behind his eyes. this certainly wasn’t how he expected his first day to go. unfortunately, it was as if the zombies were perpetual, almost every time you’d turn a corner, a hoard would be walking toward you.

the two of you then met a supposed fbi agent, who introduced herself as ada wong. she was mysterious, leaving randomly with no answers, leaving you feeling annoyed. there was something different about her, something wrong. you believed there was no way an fbi agent would randomly leave an officer and a lieutenant on their own to do their own thing, especially not in that situation.

you eventually parted ways with the two of them and found yourself safe for a short period.

six years later, you still remember leon and ada, secretly hoping they’re still safe or in touch. the trauma had followed you, and when you were sent by the president to find his daughter, you of course accepted. it seemed iffy that she was kidnapped by a cult, in a rural town in spain, but nonetheless, you did what you had to do.

he stated you would be accompanied by an agent, who he didn’t name. only when you saw another person standing by the police car to drive you to spain, did you realize who the man was.

leon fucking kennedy. he was actually alive.

your heart flutters as he gently says your name, “y/n?” and you softly smile, you feel exhilarating, and happiness runs through your veins.

instead of a quiet ride, like you would have preferred with anyone else, you and leon discuss what had happened the past six years. he had become an agent with the role of protecting the president’s family, and at the same time, you were moving up the ranks as fast as lightning. the president wanted the best and most talented people to save his daughter. luckily, he chose the perfect team.

you ask what happened with ada, and your heart drops once he tells you she’s a spy.

she seemed genuine, but your suspicions were proven right, she was just trying to get the g-virus and bring it back to her boss.even after hearing all that, you still feel sad for her. she went through so much, and the only two people who went through exactly what she did probably hate her.

but when exploring spain, you never would’ve expected to see her again. you persuade yourself to trust her again, because, in the end, she desires the best for the world.

leon feels the opposite about ada. he hates everything she does, every little word she oh-so confidently says, and how she’s always doing so much for you. she left the two of you, she doesn’t deserve you, as he thinks. he doesn’t want you and him to get manipulated again, and he thinks the two of you share the passion of hating ada.

leon took in all the words you said in the car ride to spain, but was mostly focusing on your plump lips. the way your lips would stretch into a smile, the sides curving upwards, would make his body feel warm. he missed you so much, more than words could describe. every day, he thought about seeing you again. he didn’t even know you were still alive until he heard the president mention your name once. as he spoke highly of you, pride bloomed in leon’s chest. he knew you before you became a very well-known military asset.

leon knew he fell in love easily. hell, he fell in love with you the first time he saw you at the police station. you were in the prettiest outfit, and once you escaped the department, he saw your necklace that had been lying on your chest, dropped on the ground. he kept that necklace for the next six years in hopes of bringing it back to you one day.

he gave it back to you in the police car, telling you straight up, and how he had hoped he would see you again someday. the gratefulness and red cheeks made him quietly chuckle. he secretly relished in the idea of you being flustered and touched because of him.

in 1998, ada felt the need to protect you and leon, she thought she felt attracted to him at one point. she then realized the idea of being with you would be much more wholesome and better for you. leon was just a rookie who didn’t know anything! there was no way you would warm up to him quicker than her

the rookie hardly knew anything, he clearly wasn’t taught to be weary of other people. he was too gullible, in ada’s opinion. there wasn’t many good things about him. his jokes weren’t funny, he didn’t have many appealing qualities, so clearly she was a much better partner for you.

seeing you in your cute, dark blue button-up blouse and black skirt makes her eye you like a dog eyeing a cat. she wants you all to herself, and will do anything to gain that. she would gently lift your chin or tease you while talking to you, asking “are you listening? seems like your mind is somewhere else.” and hook her arm around your waist to redirect you to a different path.

but she and leon knew the other won’t give up on attaining your love. i mean, who wouldn’t want you? you are the most perfect person ever, perfect qualities, perfect beauty, perfect skills, and that’s something they can both agree on. the spy and agent both want you to have the best partner, but both believe they are the one for you.

you hate how they can’t see eye to eye on what you think about the two of them. you love both of them. leon’s chuckle and jokes make you feel like you have a heart attack— in the best way possible, though! he always finds a way to brighten your mood whenever you are feeling upset and will voice his concerns about you. he was straightforward, and you love that in a person. another reason why you love him is that he’s one of the most handsome people you’ve ever seen. whenever his eyes wander into yours, your cheeks feel a little too hot beyond comfort.

ada is beautiful, and you are sure of one thing. red is her fucking color. i mean, god, you’ve spent days just thinking about who could wear red better than her, and that wasn’t even one of the main reasons why you love her! the way she does everything in a confident matter makes you adore her, she seems so sure of herself. she was so strong and far more talented than anyone you’ve known. the way she effortlessly avoids danger like the back of her hand, and protects you from it as well, makes your cheeks flush.

how were you supposed to choose between two of the best people in the world? the hours you spend with them are supposed to be calm, besides finding ashley, but instead, it’s stressful. all that time you only think about finding the president’s daughter, and the two love interests that cloud your mind for eternity.

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Blood And Divinity

PAIRING: Ada Wong x fem reader

WARNINGS: dragon god ada, human female priestess r, dark Ada, conqueror Ada, if Nemean Ada was feral, this one's cruel yet just, dark fantasy, greek myth and ASOIAF inspired, power imbalance, tension, monotheism, religious themes, immortal/mortal pairing, power dynamics, seduction, teasing, sensual tension, head, GP Ada BECAUSE I SAID SO, dragon cawk yep, multiple orgasms, unprotected seggs, raw seggs, breeding, slight bondage, katoptronophilia, choking, c*m play, clit-slapping, biting, marking, missionary, backshots, felatio, rough seggs, and oviposition–jesus.

SYNOPSIS: In a world where the gods have ruled with cruelty and excess, divine justice arrives not in the form of salvation—but vengeance. The great black dragon descends, bringing ruin to the false gods and striking terror into mortal hearts. When your goddess falls to its wrath, you are left with nothing but a dying faith and a fragile hope to survive. Bound by divine will and insatiable desire, you find yourself in the arms of a goddess—one who claims you as her own. Ada, a being of celestial power and primal hunger, seeks more than just devotion; she demands your very essence. As passion and power collide, you are drawn deeper into her realm, where love is worship, pleasure is sacred, and your fate is sealed beneath her touch.

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The reign of the new gods was nothing short of... chaotic.

No, chaotic is an understatement. Humanity is living in a new dark age.

They have done nothing but use mortals for their pleasure and entertainment. Fueling their greed and depravity and spreading darkness faster than any plague the realm has ever witnessed.

The weak are preyed upon by the strong–a never-ending cycle of greed and corruption.

You knew you wouldn't survive in such conditions where women are seen as nothing but cattle for the whims of men; what choice did you have other than to turn to priestesshood under Lannis, maiden Goddess of agriculture, fertility and prosperity.

Life as a priestess is simple—prayer sustains you, offerings honor your goddess, and rituals ensure prosperity and a good harvest. You learned to find comfort in this simple way of living, white, and gold robes, with exquisite cloth covering your face while wearing the amulet of protection that your goddess has given you–no man or other deity, whether popular or not, shall touch you unless they will face her wrath.

Life has been peaceful, the skies were blue, crops were healthy and the seas were cool.

Until it wasn't.

As if to punish the new gods for their arrogance and greed–a great beast–a dragon, descended from the heavens, its scales are black and sharp, wings so big they covered the sun, casting a gargantuan shadow that covered the realm in darkness, eyes cruel, bright gold as it looks down at the ruined realm–fire so hot it burned castles and blackens the land, a color akin to disease and teeth so sharp–it cuts through the gods' skin, spilling ichor blood across the land.

It killed the king of the gods first, the whole realm watched with terror and trepidation as it dragged the poor deity by its teeth, sinking into his shoulder–the skies were dark as the god howled in pain before the cruel dragon pulled his flesh apart–spilling his insides across the land and dropping his corpse.

The sea god was next, the sailors watched with macabre interest as the dragon hovered over the sea before grabbing something–someone from the depths of the sea; the god struggled, shouting his pleas for freedom before the deity devoured him and spitting his head back to the sea and disappear into the thick school of clouds.

Humanity can only watch as the beast brutally destroys and devours the gods that had once ruled the realm, their corpses on display for humans and lesser deities to see–a representation of what could be their fate if they followed their example.

One of them was Lannis, her death was the most merciful of all–the dragon had devoured her upper half, it didn't even give her the chance to react–you can only guess that the last thing she saw was the dragon's maw before it ate her upper body.

More humans approach the crude burial site, some paid respects, others loot the bodies... and perhaps even violate them.

You tear your gaze away from the sight.

Take these savages next.

As if the heavens listened, the same black dragon descended from the sky, crushing the bodies along with the mortals near the decaying corpses. For the first time, you've seen the beast in all its glory: obsidian-black scales, a lithe yet devastating stature, wings so huge that when they spread, they cover half of the realm, horns elegantly curved back, and eyes ichor like the blood of the dead gods. It stands before humanity, looking down at all of you.

It lowers its head, a voice feminine, distorted, steely and cold bellows, shaking the ground.

"The old gods are no more," It hisses, "Bend the knee to the new god of the realm."

Ruled by fear, the citizens obey, those who were too slow were shot with black spears through the chest and head. Yelps and screams echo in the atmosphere. You flinch at the sound of flesh being pierced, you felt blood splatter on your robe and face, eliciting a terrified gasp from you as you slowly look to your side; breath hitching as the body next to you is riddled with spears.

A pause. Pregnant with fear and silence.

"Which among you was a priest or priestess to any of the former gods?"

No one dared to open their mouths, even the other priests and priestesses kept quiet, including you.

The dragon rumbles, "Answer me or I'll tear you all limb from limb."

You lock eyes with the beast, and your breath stills as its eyes sharpen, and it didn't miss the medallion of Lannis hanging from your neck. With one wing, it points at you, eyes stabbing through your soul.

"You," The obsidian-scaled dragon breathes. "Come to me."

Presented with no other choice, you obey the conqueror. Your knees shake as you stand, you feel as if you don't remember how to walk. The city folk parts to make way for you. You present yourself to the conqueror with bloody robes and blood splattered on one side of your face like a demented face painting.

"Name, priestess."

You obey, voice barely above a whisper as you offer your name.

The great beast purrs, "You served one of the gods, yes?"

"Ye-yes, your grace." Your voice sounded so far away, stuttering with each syllable as you realized how insignificant your size is compared to the former. "I was served Lannis, goddess of the–"

"I'm aware." The beast moves deliberately slow, its golden gaze drinking you in. Your body trembles under its scrutinizing, inquisitive gaze.

And in those golden crevices… amusement. Twisted. Knowing. As if it had already decided your fate. "Do you value these people, priestess?" It purrs, neck craning to as if to look at its unworthy subjects.

You hear sobs in the background, mothers begging for mercy while carrying their children, fathers pleading for leeway–their voices weigh heavy on your shoulders. The dragon looks at you before it snarls at the terrified citizens, well, what's left of them.

"Silence! Let the priestess speak."

"Yes," You say with closed eyes and a shaky breath.

The dragon narrows its eyes, "Would you serve me to help them reap the benefit of obedience and sacrifice?"

"Yes," You feel as though with each agreement, oxygen is knocked away from your lungs.

"Will you swear your maidenhood and loyalty only to me?"

What?

You snap your head to the beast. "P-pardon?"

You wanted to take your own life right then and there as the beast's expression sharpens.

"Let me put it simply for you, mortal." It circles around you, never mind the screams of the citizens as they are crushed by the beast.

"You are to appease me by becoming my priestess and my bride. You value your life and people, yes?" The beast growls.

Your knees buckle while you swallow harshly. It was either you or you'll die with everyone else... Your lips purse to a thin line, almost morphing into a frown.

Be a bride for a villainous deity, or die?

With a shaky exhale, you give her your answer.

"Y-yes,"

A purr of delight rumbles from its chest. "Good,"

Then a black pomegranate manifests from thin air. "Swear it to me. Eat this fruit, and you shall be mine as I will be yours."

With trembling hands, you take the fruit. It stings against your skin. You look at it with faltering eyes before looking up at the beast.

"B-before I do that," You swallow harshly. "May I see the face of my god?"

The moment the words leave your lips, the earth stills. The cries of the people fade into distant echoes, drowned beneath the suffocating silence that follows.

And then—laughter. A low, purring sound that slithers into your bones.

"You wish to see me?" It's voice—rich, terrible, divine—reverberates through the ruins, carried on embers and smoke. "You are bold for a mortal, priestess."

The wind howls as her massive form begins to shift. Its obsidian scales melt into shadow, and its wings fold inward as the monstrous grandeur of her body contorts, collapses, and reshapes. The great dragon does not disappear; it merely becomes something else.

When the transformation ends, she stands before you.

She is draped in black armor, edges gilded like the molten veins of a dying star. Her helm—tall, crowned with curved horns—frames her face, but it does nothing to hide the sharp, inhuman beauty beneath. Her lips, dark as spilled wine, curl into something between a smirk and a warning. Her eyes, slitted like a serpent’s, glow with the same gold that burned within the dragon’s skull.

She takes a step toward you, and it is all you can do not to stumble back.

"You wished to see the face of your god?" she murmurs, voice softer now, yet no less dangerous. "Tell me, now that you have seen me—"

Her gauntleted fingers brush the pulse at your throat, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath your skin.

"—will you take your oath willingly?"

The pomegranate still rests in your palm, its cursed weight heavier than before. The skin of the fruit glows like molten coal, searing into your fingers. A choice, simple yet absolute.

To eat is to be hers. Priestess. Bride. Devoted. Owned.

You didn't reply, instead you took a bite of the fruit.

The skin of the pomegranate splits with a sickening crack, its juice thick and dark as blood as it spills over your lips. The taste is unlike anything mortal—sweet, rich, yet carrying an undertone of something ancient, something binding. The cries of the crowd fade into nothing as your vision blurs, and the last thing you see is the cold smile of your goddess before everything fades into black.

You wake up with a jolt.

Sitting up from the bed, you take in your surroundings.

Where are you?

The room is vast, yet shrouded in darkness. Shadow-pillars stretch high into the unseen abyss, their gilded edges catching the flickering glow of invisible torches. The walls, smooth as polished obsidian, gleam like liquid onyx under the candlelight, their jagged veins pulsing with a faint ember-like glow. The air is thick with incense, its scent intoxicating yet suffocating—like something sacred, something ancient.

Your body feels strangely light, the remnants of sleep clinging to your limbs like a veil. When you shift, silk glides against your skin—soft, delicate, unfamiliar. You glance down. Gone is your priestess robe, torn and bloodstained. In its place, an elaborate garment drapes around your form, black as the void, embroidered with twisting golden patterns you do not recognize.

Your breath catches.

The medallion of Lannis is missing.

And then—the pomegranate.

The taste still lingers on your tongue—sweet, thick, binding. It sits heavy in your stomach, an unspoken contract woven into your very being.

And then—

A presence.

You are not alone.

A voice, feminine and rich, smooth as silk but edged with quiet amusement.

"Do you know this place?"

You turn.

She stands at the edge of the room, framed by the glow of flickering braziers. No longer a dragon, but a woman—if such a word could ever hope to capture what she is. Her armor gleams like molten gold, dark fabric pooling beneath it like liquid shadow. Her helm is gone, revealing a face inhumanly sharp, achingly beautiful.

"N-no." Your voice is barely a whisper as you warily eye the goddess.

Her lips curve in a cold, knowing smile. "This is where the gods used to live."

Beautiful, yes—but the moment she names it, you feel like an intruder.

She notices.

A low chuckle rumbles from her throat as she closes her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Uncomfortable or not, this is your home now, sweetling."

She strides toward you, slow, deliberate. You shrink into the sheets, instinctively hugging your knees as she perches on the edge of the bed.

Her golden eyes drink you in, slow and measured.

"You consumed the fruit willingly," she muses, tilting her head. "And yet, you tremble in my presence."

Her gaze flickers to your hands, still clutching at the silk of your garments, knuckles white. You hadn't even realized.

She scoots closer.

"Do you fear me, sweetling?"

A gloved knuckle brushes against your jaw, tilting it up, forcing your eyes to meet hers.

"I—I don't even know your name."

Your breath catches as her thumb glides over your lower lip.

"Exquisite," she whispers.

Her touch lingers, a cruel thing. A test. Then, a sigh—slow, indulgent, and far too amused.

"You do not know my name," she repeats, tilting her head as if tasting the words.

Then, she smiles—a terrible, sharp thing that sends a chill through you. "Then allow me to correct this... oversight."

She rises, and the air shifts.

Heavy.

Charged.

The torches flare. Shadows stretch unnaturally along the obsidian walls, writhing like things with minds of their own.

Her presence fills the chamber like a storm.

"When the gods grew fat on their indulgence, I was the reckoning that tore them from their thrones." Her voice deepens, reverberating in the very stone beneath you. "When their sins drowned the realm, I was the fire that burned their corruption to ash."

She steps forward, and your pulse quickens.

"I am Aedarys—end of the old gods, beginning of the new. The one to whom all kneel, whether they wish to or not."

Her fingers trail along your throat, stopping just above the frantic pulse that betrays you.

"And you, sweetling..."

Her lips curve. A slow, knowing thing.

"You are mine."

Then, she laughs—low and sharp, a sound that cuts through the silence like a blade.

"Ah. You do fear me, don't you?"

She steps back, folding her hands behind her back. "Perhaps I'll make it simpler for you—warmer, even."

A thoughtful pause. Then, a smile.

"Ada."

"Pardon?"

"You may call me Ada, sweetling."

"A-Ada." You repeat it without thinking, the name unfamiliar yet smooth on your tongue.

Her golden eyes gleam with something dangerous.

"Very good."

She turns on her heel. "Come along now."

You hesitate.

"W-where are we going?"

Ada doesn't answer as she leads you through the winding halls. The palace of the gods has been remade in her image—dark, regal, draped in the colors of shadow and flame.

Finally, she stops before a grand hall.

A banquet table stretches before you, piled high with delicacies. Bread, cheese, olives, roasted meats, golden fruits—each dish arranged with exquisite care. The scent alone is enough to make your stomach clench in hunger.

Ada gestures to the feast with a lazy flick of her hand.

"I figured you would prefer mortal food over ours. Nectar and ambrosia can be... overwhelming." She pauses. "I had some mortals compile a list of their finest delicacies for me. They were rewarded for their efforts."

You blink. "You... rewarded them?"

Ada hums in amusement, taking a seat at the table. "I'm not a cruel god, priestess." She picks up a piece of fruit, rolling it between her fingers. "I am fair and just. But if I must remind mortals of my power, I will."

You hesitate, eyeing the food. Ada notices.

"And no, sweetling—" her lips quirk, "it isn't poisoned."

Still, you reach tentatively, plucking bread, cheese, an olive. Ada watches, her gaze gleaming with quiet amusement as you eat.

The air between you shifts—no longer suffocating, but not entirely safe.

Not yet.

She leans back. "Ah, before I forget..."

You pause mid-bite.

"You will resume your duties in the mortal realm soon. A temple will be raised in my name, where you will burn sacrifices and accept offerings on my behalf."

Your fingers tighten around your cup. "When?"

"Three nights from now."

A dark fawn scurries forward to clear the table.

Ada stands.

"Rest, dear one. You will need your strength."

She turns, heading toward the far end of the hall, swallowed slowly by the shadows.

You hesitate.

"Ada, wait!"

She stops.

You swallow. "Are we... sleeping in the same chamber?"

For a moment, silence. A slow, disarming smile.

"Not yet, sweetling." Her voice is almost gentle. Almost.

"Though the idea is rather tempting."

And with that, she vanishes into the dark.

The realm has slowly begun to worship Aedarys. It started as a whisper, a prayer uttered in desperation—pleas for safe labor, bountiful harvests, and victorious conquests. Small offerings at first. A bowl of honey, a carved token, a name spoken with reverence beneath the full moon.

But whispers grew into chants, and chants into devotion.

Temples rose in her name, their obsidian spires clawing at the heavens. Her sigil, the golden dragon entwined with shadow, was etched into banners and armor, a silent oath sworn in blood and steel. The old gods, once mighty, were forgotten. Their altars crumbled, their names swallowed by dust.

Aedarys–Ada, the dragon god of dominion and retribution–had become the sole deity of worship. Monotheistic, absolute.

And you–her chosen, her priestess–stood at the heart of it all.

You heave a sigh as you retreat back to the temple, pulling back the hood from your head, allowing your whole face to breathe. Your feet take you to the empty throne of Ada–only today, it wasn't empty. There sat a hooded figure, a pale hand examining what seems to be a necklace.

Your stomach drops, could that possibly be in one of the offerings for Ada?

"You shouldn't be here." You immediately call out with a warning substantial in your tone. "Unless you wish to face the wrath of Aedarys for this disrespect."

The figure didn't heed, and you ground your jaw. "Do you not hear me, stranger? Remove yourself from her throne at once!"

Finally, the hooded stranger looks up, and a gasp leaves your lips upon seeing the familiar gold glow of her eyes, fair skin, short hair, wise and all-knowing eyes, and that blasted smile.

"Kicking me out of my throne now, are you, sweetling?"

"A-Ada," you stumble back, flushed. "Forgive me, I didn't know it was you."

She hums and leans back against her throne of obsidian and granite. "Don't apologize, sweetling. You were merely protecting my throne."

"With words," You snort.

"A sign of loyalty regardless," Ada stands from the throne and descends the steps, allowing you to finally realize that it isn't a simple robe she's wearing.

The fabric is thick, woven with the finest threads of shadow, its texture betraying a subtle pattern—scales, perhaps, or the whispers of something ancient stitched into the very weave.

A high collar guards the nape of her neck, a silent declaration of her stature, while the bodice molds to her form, fastened with obsidian clasps that gleam like polished onyx. The sleeves, adorned with intricate embroidery, trail down her arms, each delicate stitch a contrast to the hardened presence she exudes. Silver adornments, shaped like fangs or claws, run down the length of her sleeves, glinting in the dim light like a silent warning.

Over her shoulders, a cloak of midnight spills in heavy waves, lined with blood-red silk that flickers like embers in the wind, ornaments hang from her hair, a stylish choice that suits her.

You blink–she isn't wearing the helm, allowing her to look less imposing, but powerful nonetheless.

"I brought you something," Ada moves her hand towards you, a necklace made from black metal, or so you think. The deity's ichor eyes glow with mirth. "Do you know what it is?"

You look up at her, "No. Do enlighten me."

She retracts her hand, her eyes leaving you for the necklace. "Celestial obsidian steel." Ada returns her gaze to you. "A piece of my origin. I took a piece of my helm and forged it to a necklace."

A pause, and then...

"Turn around," Ada commands in a soft voice, and you wordlessly obey as you turn away from her and grasp your hair, moving it to your front. Your breath hitches. The necklace is cold, but Ada's hands are colder. With deft efficiency, she rests the necklace at the base of your neck.

Your back straightens as her breath fans against your nape, leaving goosebumps on its wake. "

And now," Your spouse rasps, "You own a piece of me." The air was still until you felt her lips press against your nape, a gasp befalls your mouth upon the rousing sensation of her lips against your skin. "Turn around for me again, love." You obey without hesitation.

Forged in silver and shadow. The chain is intricate—delicate yet unyielding, woven from countless interlocking links, each adorned with tiny, blood-red gemstones that catch the light like embers smoldering in the dark.

At its heart, a pendant—an endless knot of metal, its loops and curves twisting in a perfect, inescapable design. At the center of this tangled maze sits a single red gem, deep as a pomegranate seed, its surface gleaming with quiet menace. A seal. A promise. A binding.

It is not merely jewelry. It is a statement. A mark of power draped around the throat, where devotion meets possession.

A devilish grin plays on your lover, "Beautiful."

Dividing your duty as the priestess and wife is a surprisingly easy task.

In the morning, you are the priestess, at night–you are her wife.

That includes your duties in your shared chambers to please her.

The candlelight flickers, casting shadows that dance across the chiseled perfection of her form. Stripped of her divine armor, Ada is no less imposing. No less powerful. The ridges of her muscles flex beneath your touch as your fingers ghost down her abdomen, tracing the fine lines of strength that speak of both battle and blood.

She watches you, golden eyes sharp with amusement, with possession. She has already won, and yet she allows you to think you have a choice in how this unfolds.

Her voice is molten, dark and smooth. “You hesitate.”

You swallow, fingers stilling just above the proof of her dominance—the part of her that separates her from mortals, from men and gods alike. The thick weight of her arousal rests heavily against her thigh, veined and flushed with need, an undeniable testament to her power.

"I don't."

Ada chuckles, low and indulgent. "Then prove it."

You obey as your eyes land on her pink, soft-scaled length; rigid, proud, and her spiky head leaking with pre-cum and the way the goddess lays in bed, her robe open for you to witness her in all her glory.

Your lips brush against the head of her length first, reverent and slow. Ada exhales through her nose, but she does not rush you—she never does. She enjoys the tease, the anticipation, the quiet devotion in the way you take your time.

But you know better than to test her patience for too long.

Your tongue traces along the underside of her, tasting the salt of her desire, the warmth of her, the sheer size of her. You hollow your cheeks, taking her inch by inch, feeling her thighs tense beneath your hands as she exhales a pleased sigh.

“Good,” she murmurs, her fingers tangling into your hair, not forcing, but guiding. Her voice is smooth, unshaken. She is composed, in control, but you can feel the heat simmering just beneath the surface.

You take her deeper, jaw stretching, the fullness of her overwhelming and intoxicating. She groans this time, a quiet thing, but no less powerful—a sound of approval, of ownership.

The room smells of incense and burning wicks, but all you can breathe in is her—musk and spice, heat and divinity.

Ada tilts her head, watching as your lips stretch around her, watching as you serve her, worship her, love her the only way a mortal can love a god.

“Look at me,” she commands softly.

You do, gazing up through lidded eyes, lips stretched, cheeks hollowed, taking her like you were made for this. For her.

A wicked smile plays on her lips.

“There’s my good wife.”

Your cheeks heat up and you let out a moan, creating a vibration around her slick-scaled cock, Ada's eyes close and retrains herself from bucking her hips into your face as you finally begin sucking her. Your pulse quickens as you resume pleasuring the goddess, the muscles of your mouth making contact with the veins beneath her scaly appendage, her arousal salty in your tongue.

The atmosphere grows thick with mingled scents of burning incense and heated flesh, the space between you pulsing with sacred urgency.

Ada's grip becomes vice-like, guiding you with a possessive tenderness that speaks of power and absolute claim. Her voice, low and resonant like a distant thunder. "That's a good wife, come on, you can take more of me."

You bob your head in reply while she watches you devour her hard cock through half-lidded eyes, heavy with satisfaction, and insatiable hunger that only you seem capable of appeasing.

"Steady, my love." She murmurs, a warning and a praise.

Cold as night-forged steel, a hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing the corner of your lips, where reverence has left them slick and parted. You inhale, drowning in the scent of her—smoke and spice, embers that refuse to fade.

With a soft moan, Ada moves. Slow and deliberate, guiding you while she thrusts into your mouth. You gag as the bulbous, sharp head pokes at the back of your throat, the spiky base taps against your chin. The sharp inhale she takes is almost imperceptible, but you hear it–felt it in the way that she throbs in your mouth.

Her restraint is cracking, unshaken godhood fraying at the edges.

Your cunt throbs in need.

Your hands grab onto her thighs, bracing yourself as she juts her hips. Your jaw aches, your lips stretch, but you take her still. The sound she makes–a low, rumbling sigh, half-groan, half-praise–is its own form of benediction.

She tastes of salt and heat; divine as you suck her dry. Your moans providing a warm vibration that as your spouse throbbing, her balls tighten as your chin taps against them, prodding her hot seed. Ada throws her head back, her eyes close and her jaw slack as she fucks her cock into your mouth.

Ada plants her feet on the sheets before bucking her hips up, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, eliciting moans and gags from you which are muffled by her cock.

You could tell she was close by the way you feel her veins bulge and throb from the horizontal ridges on the underside of her cock and with how frequent her pre-cum oozes from the tapered head.

"Sweetling, I'm close." She grunts, the thick futon mattress dips and creeks, your arousal dripping from the seems of your pussy, aching to be catered to.

But no. Your wife, your god–comes first.

Your nails dig against the pristine skin of her thighs as you meet her thrusts, your eyes well with tears from the way the sharp muscled head pokes at your throat, slobber and pre-cum dribble down from the soft-spiked base to Ada's balls and down to the silk sheets.

With one hand, you fondled her balls, gently squeezing them. The veins on Ada's neck bulge as she lets out an erotic moan, your folds flutter with slick at the sound as ribbons of Ada's seed shoot down your throat. You swallow it quickly, your throat bobbing at the action as you taste her.

Ada's chest heaves, raising her head to look at you and smirk at the way her cum and her saliva coats your mouth and chin–her cock, semi-rigid.

"On your stomach, sweetling." Ada pants as her eyes flash gold. "Now."

You obey without complaint, not wanting to displease your mistress. Ada leans away to allow you to lie flat on your belly, the goddess hums in satisfaction whilst you wonder what will happen next. Her nose bumps against the back of your neck, lips grazing the sensitive skin, making you gasp against the sheets, hands palming the mattress when the older woman traverses your back, leaving kittenish licks and soft kisses; you feel her saliva trailing down your back down to your ass as she spreads them apart.

A soft, hoarse moan leaves your mouth when her tongue licks the trail of slick dribbling down your thighs.

"Hips up," Ada murmurs, you comply, allowing her to see your swollen cunt that's dripping with arousal. "Good girl," Your wife purrs and slaps your folds, eliciting a cry from you as more of your essence oozes out. The goddess uses your slick to coat her unique shaft before looming above you, her hands trapping you on opposite sides, her hand moves to your neck, applying pressure.

The older woman tilts your head up, your eyes locking at the plain black headboard, suddenly, a mist appears–manifesting something.

A mirror

Your eyes widen, pupils dilating and your hands crumple the sheets with Ada's hand n your neck, her short hair messily combed back, the depiction between the two of you was so accurate yet so erotic.

You are watching yourself be taken by a god.

A breathy mewl escapes your lips when the tip grazes your folds, Ada's breath shakes upon seeing her pre-cum mix with your dripping arousal, the older woman fists her sheets before leaning down.

"I'm going in now, sweetling." She husks, "May I?"

"Yes," You breathe out without hesitation, and Ada complies–self-control nowhere to be found.

Her hand returns to your neck, nails digging against the skin–eliciting a hiss in both pain and pleasure as she thrusts her entire length, the head easily parts your folds as she glides into you with one swift motion, impaling you entirely with her cock. The sheer girth of her shaft spreads your cunt until your walls are stretched thin around her length. You find yourself screaming in a mix of pain and erotic delight as you claw the sheets and you gasp for air, practically winded by the first thrust.

"Ada!" You cried out; both of you bemoaning in carnal delight. Ada's hand leaves your neck, making you whimper, only to be hushed by a kiss on your shoulder.

Ada's hips hit the curvature of your ass, you can feel her toned stomach flex and stiffen under her pace.

"Gods," The goddess snarls. "You. Feel. So. Good!" She groans in between thrusts, her hands snap to your wrists, holding you down as she jackhammers into you, moaning in delight at the feeling of her scaled-cock dragging against your warm, velvety walls, her pre-cum mixing with your arousal as it drips out of your folds and down to your thighs, your body becomes attuned to her.

You can feel Ada's kisses leaving marks on your skin, you can feel the ridges of her member, the veins that mapped around her shaft protrude and rubbing deliciously against your slick-covered walls. You let your head fall down on her pillows, moaning as you let the older woman have her way with you and your cunt finally adjusts to her length and speed.

Ada's right hand leaves your wrist and spanks the side of your thigh, making you yelp and shoot your head up to see her in the mirror's reflection.

Her gaze intensely locks yours from the mirror as she bites the column of your neck harshly, making you cry out as she spanks you again, making you jolt and clench around her, causing her dick to throb.

"Look," Ada growls at your ear, gently biting it. "I want you to "Look,"

You strain your head to look at your reflection with Ada, here she is, her body looming from behind, her hips jutting back and forth, you can see your body moving with hers to meet her every pound, thighs shaking to keep up with the position she made you do. "I want you to see that you're being such a good girl for me." She groans hoarsely when you clenched around her tightly while you keep your head up, you grind on her hips in hopes to satiate your need for more.

Ada grits her teeth, her body feels like fire, her senses scattered all over the bedroom as she trailed kisses down your spine, her kisses are gentle in contrast to the speed of her hips, moans, mewls, whimpers, all such lewd sounds that were emitting from your lips etched on her brain, including the way your body molds with hers, sweat thinly coating your skin, you're body is hot, compared to her cold, marble-like body.

And with every thrust, your cunt clamps around her cock, making her throb and whine and–

Oh no

The goddess lets out a growl when you drop your head due to intense pleasure, your eyes closing and tears welling up in your eyes. Ada lets out a "tsk," and snaps her hand to your jaw, gripping it tightly, almost digging her nails against your skin.

"I said," She husks, her voice becoming distorted, making your insides quiver as her eyes flash gold again from the reflection.

"Look"

Black smoke seeps out of her fingers as she applies pressure on your jugular, your face contorts as a black chained collar attaches itself on your neck, its chains rattling as Ada pulls it, and thrusts into you earnestly, fucking you against the sheets, pressing you harder, her hips slamming in and out mercilessly, making you let out broken moans, chokes of pleasure echoes in the room with every tug of the collar, the cold metal chokes you as if they were Ada's hands.

Your cunt clamps vigorously, sweat finally dripping from your temple as lust has finally taken over you, moaning with abandon, your mixed juices now trailing down your thighs, body covered in both sweat and Ada's marks.

The older woman digs her nails on your hips, pounds becoming more desperate, feral.

Your stomach coils, your arms, shake under her thrusts as she keeps her body close to yours, her hands groping any skin available for her as her cock throbs painfully on the verge of exploding. You aren't far behind her either.

Ada, your goddess, your wife–can tell.

The way your stomach coils and twists, toes curling, back arching and your moans were high-pitched, sobs choked and your mewls were breathy.

Black tendrils begin to protrude from her skin as she begins to thrust with abandon, you drop your head as you cry out her title, incensed by your wails, her pace inhumanly fast and–

You let out a loud moan as you felt her cock brush your g-spot, making your back arch against her front. A grin breaks into Ada's red lips as she repeatedly aims at the spot; your arms become weak and your thighs quiver with every penetrative slam and moan after moan falls on your lips.

"Are you close?" Ada asks in between groans, she can't control the distortion of her voice, her eyes hungrily drinking at your reflection, the headboard begins to fog due to the heat emitting from the two of you.

"Y-yes," You whimpered with your eyes closed, a broken sob escapes your lips when Ada's teeth dig against your nape, sending shocks of pleasure shooting right through you. Causing your thighs to shake violently as you cum, your eyes shut close, your mouth hung agape as you feel your cunt milk around her cock strongly, her name leaves your lips in a broken moan, eliciting a gasp from Ada as she continues to thrust your juices back into you, your upper body gives out, the chain rattles as your face falls on her pillows.

Ada bends down to press a kiss on your marked shoulder before stilling her hips and cum inside you. Your walls fluttered, you muffled a mewl as her cock shoots out spurts of warm cum, further mixing your essences, rope after rope, filling you to the brim and causing your cum to leak out of weeping cunt. Pants resonate around the bedroom, your body felt heavy, sweaty, yet euphoria fills you.

Ada leans her head against the back of your neck, her warm breath fans your sensitive skin, her arms wrap gently around yours, swallowing thickly as she pulls out gently. You let out a frail mewl as more of your mixed juices leak out of your abused cunt, the older woman delicately helps you lay on your back, finally allowing you to see her and gasp inaudibly.

You've seen Ada always keeping herself clean and presentable. She takes pride in keeping her appearance no matter what.

It's astonishing to see her look so disheveled, her short black hair messy, her bangs sticking on her forehead, sweat covering her skin, and her lips were slightly tinted red from being grazed repeatedly on your marked skin.

The sight is arousing.

You're not the only one though, you're perfect, all laid out for her, looking better than the palace of the gods, her cock twitches at the sight before her, blood rushing to her already hard member, she wants you so badly, take you in so many different ways.

Your eyes shamelessly drink at the sight.

The way Ada's toned abdomen relaxes and contracts, the muscles of her neck move and flex–oh, it ignites your lust that was satiated earlier.

Without thinking, you prompt yourself on your elbows and pecked her slightly swollen lips, before trailing down to the tendons of her neck, kissing it softly, before giving it an experimental lick; making Ada close her eyes and tilt her head upwards, giving you more access to the expanse of skin. Your hands pressed on her back to draw her closer as you begin to assault her collar with feather-like kisses that turn to kittenish licks and suck the skin gently.

Ada lets out a soft exhale before pressing you down on her sheets, breath labored and shaky as she leans on your ear, chills creeping your spine. "I hope you're not too tired, sweetling," She rasps, "Because it'll take more than just one for me to properly sire a new batch of gods with you."

What?

A smirk breaks past her pretty lips upon seeing your face as if she had read your mind and pressed a gentle kiss on your brow. Her hands traverse sensually down to your inner thighs and spread them as she settles herself in between your legs.

Ada then takes a pillow from you side.

"Hips up, my love." She gently commands, you obey her and raise your hips, wincing at the sore feeling that shoots on your hips.

Ada hastily placed the pillow underneath your hips and you let your hips fall on the pillow, without a second thought, Ada's lips chase yours–consuming you once again.

Your hands circle around her neck as you give in to her kiss, hands gripping themselves on your waist, pressing you hard on her bed as if to keep your scent there and moaning softly when the ridges of her cock grazed your inner thighs with pre-cum smearing your skin.

The older woman grinds her pelvis against yours, smearing your thighs with her arousal as her lips latch onto your neck, biting her marks making you roll your eyes to the back of your skull as shocks of pleasure ripple through you.

Her left hand traverses down your shoulder, grazing her nails on your pebbled nipple down to your stomach and teasingly tiptoes to your flushed cunt.

She traces circles on your folds, making you quiver with soft whimpers before pressing two fingers; her index and middle finger on your folds and spreading them. She waited for a moment while you eyed her with anticipation and frustration.

Why is not doing anything? Can't she see your arousal? The way your cunt pulsates with need?

Then you feel something leak out of your pussy.

It was your mixed cum dripping down your folds, proof that Ada had filled you properly earlier.

"Wonderful," She grumbles before withdrawing her fingers; not wanting to waste more of it than she already has. The older woman plants her knees firmly on her bed, her hands guiding her member to line up on your entrance, eyes closing as the sharp tip pokes your pulsating folds.

"A-Ada," You whine softly, making the veins that mapped her cock throb with excitement. Sheer libido sticks in the air as she pushes herself inch by inch. Nails digging against the skin of her back; a breathy mewl breaks past your lips and the sting of sensitivity ripples through you. Ada hides her face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as she further pushes herself deeper, indulging at the euphoric feeling of having your walls clamp and flutter around her dick, reveling at small noises you make and your nails clawed her skin for leverage.

"Shh, I got you, sweetling." Ada coaxes with a soft kiss on your shoulder and her hips begin to move. You let your head fall back on the pillows, gasping at the intrusion as she pounds into you with newly-found vigor, your body falls limp, allowing her to use you as she further spreads your legs apart to create more room for her to fuck herself into you, her pace bristling with need.

"Ah-fuck!" You cry out with ecstasy when she impulsively bites the center of your neck.

The goddess growls and pulls away with a wolffish grin on her lips as she immediately snaps her hips.

"Language, pretty thing." Ada purrs and presses a kiss on your lips. "Or do you want me to gag you, hmm?"

"N-no," You hiss when she digs her nails on your waist as if it was the first and last warning.

"Then good," The older woman groans as your walls clamp viciously, "It'll be a shame if we silence your moans now."

The dark-haired goddess suddenly slows her pace, pulling out until the bulbous head remains, before slamming right back in and a wanton moan befalls your lips, eyes closing and mouth agape, letting out your sounds of moans of delirium, and Ada is incensed by this and angles her hips in a particular fashion that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, whimpering her name on the lobe of her ear, driving your lover insane and increase the power of her thrusts rutting into you whilst you litter her neck with kisses, all the while leaving red vertical lines on her strong back.

You could hear the thud of the wood against the wall as the giant canopy bed moves with the two of you, the wood mimicking you as your legs tremble beneath her. Ada's breath is hot in your ear as your cunt takes her, the squelching sounds adding to the symphony between the two of you. The older woman growls and presses you harder, fucking you to her bed, hips snapping back and forth, teeth gritted, beads of sweat rolling down her temple, strands of hair falling to the side of her perfectly sculpted face. You pull her close to you, legs trembling as they wrap around her waist, attempting to pull her closer and giving her the advantage of pushing her cock deeper inside your weeping walls, hitting your bundle of nerves.

The veins around her dick drag deliciously inside your velvet walls, mixed essences dripping down your folds, body hyperaware and your skin flushed with sweat.

"That's it, my love." The short-haired goddess moans hotly in your ear. "Keep me close."

Ada whines as your pussy consistently clamps around her.

"Gods," Her distorted voice sent your insides twisting as her eyes flashed gold as she looked at you with a lust-filled gaze. "You feel so divine."

"Look at you! Being such a pliant little wife for me, letting me have my way with you, fill you up with my essence."

The goddess grunts with effort, her pace inhuman and merciless, that it pushes you upward, causing her to wrap her toned arms around you, her grip vise-like.

A dark smile tugs on the elder girl's lips as her shaft throbs again, making you gasp and grind your hips against hers, but her strength prevents you from doing so and digs her nails into your hips, leaving red welts on your skin.

"It's time that we create a new batch of gods." Ada pecks your clammy temple and moves her hips back to her original speed. You let out a lewd wanton moan when she hits your g-spot, making you see stars as you viciously claw her back, making her purr in satisfaction, hitting deeper inside you, targeting and familiarizing the angle of your g-spot.

"With you as my queen." Tenderly, she cups your jaw and massages your cheek, startling you as her hips are in contrast to her hand. "Will you rule the realm with me, beloved?"

You let out a broken sob of carnal delight as her cock keeps hitting your spongy spot. "Y-yes,"

The woman above you closes her eyes, her heart fluttering when she hears her name falling perfectly from your lips. "I-I'm close. Please, please don't stop."

She pushes her scaled-cock deeper, the sensation rippling within you overwhelms your body, you're pushed over the edge with the sob of her name, your body racking with pleasure as another orgasm crashes through you like a sudden tsunami, falling limply as you squirt around her member, the dark-haired deity gasps as you strongly milk her hardened member, and triggering her orgasm unannounced as she stills her hips, letting out her goopy, thick spurts of cum with a low, rumbling groan from her with your name escaping your lips.

But Ada remains hard and begins to move her hips again.

"Ada–" You sob, "Please!"

"One more, sweetling." Your wife pants, "Just one more, hm, can you do that for me?"

You can't, your legs feel like lead, your body already covered with sweat and her marks, your lower region felt like it was about to split in half. But in determination to please your goddess, you nod, with tears welling in your eyes before she moves her hips at a smooth, steady pace. You cry out as the ring of sensitivity and overstimulation shoots in your cunt as she takes you raw, your eyes already spilling with tears as her speed picks up, pulling her closer until your bodies feel like molding together. Every drag of her cock makes your cunt leak out with your arousal and her cum.

Ada slaps your clit, making you jolt and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Keep my cum inside you," The older woman orders and kisses you feverishly, your whimper was greedily swallowed by her as she doubles the pace, making your back arch on her front.

You cry out helplessly as she throws your legs over her shoulder, allowing her to hit much deeper spots within you and running with effort as her pace becomes sloppy, her cock throbbing painfully for another release and fueled by your broken moans and sobs, the pain blurring to a thin line of pleasure and you begin to grind your hips against hers, beseeching for more.

"A-Ada–" You pant and claw her back for leverage. "Don't stop-more, give me more." You moaned into her ear as she pounded you into the mattress. Your legs ached from how she held them as she uses them for balance while stuffing you with her cock.

She panted her eyes stayed gold, hardening with lust, moaning when she felt your stomach bulge from all that thrusting, losing herself on feeling the silhouette of her cock prodding your womb.

"I'm going to lay my eggs in you." You screamed as her tip kissed your cervix, you tangled your hand around her locks and tugged it harshly, making Ada hiss and speeding up to an inhuman pace, causing desperate whimpers falling from your lips eyes rolling to the back of your skull as the tip keeps hitting your cervix; drawing you closer to your impending orgasm.

You latch your lips around her neck, sucking and biting her collarbones and her hoarse moans filled your ears as you bite the center of her neck, feeling her stutter in her thrusts and punishing you for it by drilling into you at a bruising pace, your vision hazy, your body heavy, skin covered by a veil of sweat as your hands grab onto her biceps or anything that will anchor you from her frantic pace, the skin on your inner thighs burning from the contact, her balls slapped on your ass as she keeps going, dragging her shaft in and out of your quivering folds.

Small hips jutting in sharp precision that she flaunts whenever she has a chance, she palms your cheeks, tilting your head up for a kiss, tangibly tender and sensual compared to her pace, the older woman kisses you gently while fucking you senseless, the goddess imprinting on her mind to give herself to you with each stroke.

She smirks at how helpless you are underneath her, with each pound, both of you draw closer to your orgasms, excitement curled in your abdomen along with the pleasure that shoots straight to your core as Ada drives herself into your heat.

Then, you feel her cock-head expand, splitting open, your eyes widen as Ada holds you down. "Relax, sweetling–I got you–oh–nghh!"

Your eyes roll back as her cock throbs, the ridges on her cock contracting–her shaft expanding as you feel her insert her eggs into your womb. A moan breaks from your lips as she slots her offspring into your womb in little batches. Ada groans and dips her head into your chest while she pumps more of her cased-children inside you, adapting to your human DNA.

Your lower stomach bulges with her eggs, Ada collapses on top of you, but she is careful not to harm her children.

"P-perfect," She groans, her voice returning normal–winded from bliss as she looks down at the fruits of her labor.

"You'll make a wonderful queen and mother." Ada pants, pressing a kiss on your forehead while you lay limp in your shared bed, gulping before caressing her face.

"Knowing you, my love..." You caress her cheek. "You'd make me a tyrant."

"No," Ada shakes her head sideways.

"I have already made you my queen–fair as the sea and the sun. We will rule justly, with our children inheriting the realm."

[sugarspikesart]

I've been listening to the Ridge Racer soundtrack lately

[bunny-theia]

Thinking of re4 Ada finding you left for dust in Spain.

Re4 Ada who initially goes to leave as well until she sees you breathing.

Re4 Ada who stays with until you wake up, patching your wounds reluctantly. She's stoic, not cruel!

Re4 Ada who fixes your hair when you wake up and gives you food and water.

Re4 Ada who takes you back home with her to keep you safe and sound, she's grown so fond of you and your silly antics.

Re4 Ada who buries her face between your thighs every night she can, savouring the taste of you on her tongue.

Re4 Ada who snuggles up with you in bed and fingers you, drawing soft whimpers from your lips as she kisses your shoulder.

[dishvnored]

have you changed, ada?

[mo0nsso]

[cupidscrule]

Ada Wong is so eatable u don't get it !!!

[stardust-thief]

ada wong x reader enemies to lovers and we make out in the end please and ty

hello @omorebi u cannot hide from me!! dinner is served rue i hope it's good enough for u

synopsis: you're helping leon find ashley graham in spain, for a moment you're seperated from them both. but never fear! ada wong is here to save the day (she does no saving, like at all she just looks hot), 1.3k

cw: no smut but there is tension, and maybe a little knife play rue don't look at me, vague non-lethal threats, mention of raccoon city incident in re2, lip locking, they make out hard, ada is a tease, and a little ooc im sorry

request /// masterlist

After a long, hard trek through a Spanish village, you would think a castle would be a welcome reprieve. While it was better than facing waves upon waves of crazed villagers, it still did nothing to soothe the anxiety coursing through your blood.

It was clear when you and Leon were assigned to the case that it would be strange, no one would give a normal assignment to the survivors of the Raccoon City incident, but nothing had really prepared you for this. In some way, it reminded you a lot of that September night back home. Swaths of innocent people brutalised by something they had no part in, minions to a powerful man's schemes. If you were anything less, seeing it all happen again might have broken you. But years of being forced to work under the government made you no damsel in distress.

The two of you had worked your way through the village, finding Ashley, and ended up inside the desolate castle walls. Where you promptly lost them both! Ashley’s infection was getting worse, making her more volatile and scared. Honestly, you could hardly blame the girl. Feeling the virus worm its way through your own body was hardly something you were happy about. Which was exactly why you needed to find them again, preferably before the virus took complete control. Leon had met a scientist named Luis Sera who had promised you all the cure to the virus, if only you could find him again. The Spaniard had a habit of popping up and disappearing at the most inopportune times.

With no choice but to move forward, you pushed the colossal door open and found yourself face to face with two figures in a clock, both had gargantuan alien maws on top of their normal heads. You rolled under one as it reached out to grab you and pulled yourself up so you were now facing their backs. The creatures slowly turned around as you reached for the gun in your thigh holster and disposed of the one on your left. You switched your aim to the second, pulled the trigger and - click. No more bullets. Fuck. With every step the monster took forward, you took two back, reaching into your pocket for more bullets. As soon as you bring the gun back to aim, the creature falls dead to the floor. 

“Thought you were smart enough to not get caught reloading like that.” A smooth, syrupy voice says from behind you. “Could’ve got hurt real bad there.”

As you turn you say, “Well then, it’s a good thing I had you there Ada. Always saving the day.” Ada Wong was a mercenary who you first met in Raccoon City. From your previous galivants with her you knew she was trouble. Unfortunately, you also knew that she was maybe the hottest person you’ve ever seen. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here. Leon, yes, but I never expected you to become their lapdog as well.” She crooned.

“A little hypocritical don’t you think? What’re you here for this time Ada?”

“Oh, how I do love hearing my name from your lips. I’ve missed you, you know. Six years has been too long.”

Is she trying to seduce you right now? In this dusty room with two still warm corpses behind you? Is it working? “Stop trying to distract me Ada, I have a mission to complete so unless you’re here to help me I suggest you step aside.”

“Right, you’re here for the girl. She’s a lost cause, you should get out of here while you still can.”

“Ada, you know I can’t do that. I’ve got to get back to Leon so if you could get back to whatever plotting and scheming you’re doing and leave, that would be great.” You bit out.

She hummed and took a step closer to you, “I could help you, if you wanted it. I know you’re sick from the virus. How long has it been in you now? I have the cure, you just have to be willing to pay.” With every word her voice grew deeper and deeper, it thickened into something soothing to listen too. It almost made you want to agree with her.

“No, Ada.” You snapped, “Leon and I found someone with the cure, I don’t need your scraps.”

“You wound me, truly. I guarantee you I could help you quicker than Luis could, all I need is a little something from you. I promise it won’t hurt.”

“How do you know Luis?”

She frowned at you and cocked her head, “How bad at my job do you think I am? I’ve known about Luis Sera longer than you have.”

“That bastard’s on your side isn’t he?” You tighten your grip on the gun, a motion that doesn’t go unseen by the woman across from you. “He’ll make the drug and you’ll sell it to the highest bidder, I knew you hadn’t changed. Get out of my way Ada, I don’t want to play this game with you.”

“Or what, you’ll shoot? It’ll take a lot more than that to put me down. Or we can tussle, let it all out?” As she (rather euphemistically) spoke, she unsheathed a blade from her side and positioned herself as if to fight. Her form was uncharacteristically bad, her left side was completely open, as if she somehow forgot how to fight hand-to-hand combat. Which you knew was a lie considering how natural it came to her in Raccoon City.

Taking the bait, you  threw your gun to the side and moved into her space; you spun her so her back was pressed to your front. In your hands was her knife, her knife that was pressed against her throat.

You felt her throat bob as she said, “Nice move hotshot, who taught you that one?” Without even letting you respond she twisted you both around and pressed you into the wall, knife now somehow back in her possession. She traced the point down the middle of your chest. “Not nice enough.”

The air thickened as she pressed her body closer to yours, you could feel every curve on her body, feel every breath she took. Unbidden, your eyes moved down to trace the shape of her lips. You watch as the corners tilted upwards. Her breath warmed as it hit your face, she leaned in further until your lips were ghosting each other. You looked up to see her eyes boring into yours. 

Much to your chagrin, you closed the gap between your lips. Hers were smooth and warm, nothing like how chapped your mouth had gotten due the Spanish heat. You wouldn’t be surprised if Ada carried a secret compartment of lip balm in her shoe. The knife in her hand pressed further into your chest - not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to remind you it was there. Your hands rested on her hips, desperate to pull her in more. She let out a hum from deep in her chest and pulled away, laughing as you followed her movements.

“I don’t think Leon would be too happy to hear about this.”

Catching your breath, you spluttered, “Way to ruin the mood, Wong.”

“I live to serve,” she mused, “speaking of serve, I really must be off. The overlord beckons.” She moved towards the open window, letting her hand graze your body as she passed.

“You’re leaving? After that?”

“I thought you had a girl to find? Don’t worry, you’ll find me again soon.” With that, she took out her grappling hook and shot it off into the distance. 

Ada’s abrupt leaving shouldn’t shock you much, she was never one to like goodbyes. But riling you up like this was something new to the both of you. Honestly, it might be something you could get used to, if she weren’t fighting opposite you of course. 

Shaking the wildly inappropriate thoughts from your head, you recollected your gun and went to continue your quest into the castle. As you move, a glint from the window catches your eye. You find yourself picking up Ada’s knife again, the steel still warm in your hand. Maybe you two would meet again. It would be rude to not return a lady’s knife, after all.

[sleepy-harper]

dark red and muted dark blue little re4r ada wong and caregiver re4r albert wesker moodboard

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Hi everyone, hope you're all well! I scrambled to finished this chapter and I am not 110% satisfied with it, but when am I ever? I apologize for taking forever, things happened and I lost track of time and all that jazz. I just hope you all enjoy! Thank you!

Chapter 27:

“Well, that was a pain.” Luis huffed, as you all walked away from the extremely hot “arena”.

“That was a fight that I wasn't sure we would actually win.” You admitted with a tired yawn.

“They're keeping those things cooped up down here too?” Leon asked Luis, referring to the giants. You watched as he kicked and broke a crate, collecting the items inside.

“The underground here is sacred to them.” Luis explained. “See, this is where they discovered las plagas. Preserved inside ancient deposits of amber.”

“Of course they did.” Leon sighed, leading you through the mines.

“So they use the giants as security guards?” You questioned.

Luis tilted his head from side to side with a shrug, “Something like that.”

Eventually, you all came to a dead end. Well, a sort of dead end. The only way onward would be on a rickety, and frankly, scary looking minecart on tracks. You grimaced at the thought of riding it, and Leon seemed to mentally agree with you on this.

“You're not suggesting we ride this thing?” Leon asked in disbelief.

“Do you see any other way?” Luis wondered sarcastically.

Still, you and Leon attempted to find any other way onward, but no luck.

“Come on, Y/n!” Luis urged excitedly. 

With a sigh, you resigned to yourself that there were no other options, and made your way to where Luis sat in the cart. He patted an area for you to crouch beside him as you hopped in while Leon reluctantly made his way over.

“Give us a push, Sancho!” Luis urged Leon.

Leon braced his arms to push against the cart, “Who are you calling “Sancho”?” He grunted as he began to push the rusted cart along the tracks. 

“I don't like this.” You huffed with an anxious breath.

“It will be fine.” Luis reassured with a grin.

The cart soon began to gain some of its own movement.

“There, it's moving. This should speed things up a bit.” Luis said. You couldn't understand why he seemed so excited about this “ride”. You were terrified.

“I can't believe I'm doing this.” Leon grumbled.

The cart moved up the tracks in a way that reminded you of a roller coaster. “Hey, we're in a hurry, right? Oh, by the way…” Luis trailed off.

“What now?” Leon asked in annoyance as you side eyed Luis. 

“Hope you like thrill rides.” He finished with a wide grin.

Your eyes widened as a sudden steep drop caused you and Leon to shout out in surprise, before it moved back up a hill again. The speed frantically picked up and the cart started to dangerously tilt over at a turn.

“We're going off the rails! Lean!” Luis exclaimed. You, Leon and Luis quickly leaned the opposite way so the cart could righten itself. Before arriving at another turn and having to do the same thing again. 

“Do something about those boards!” Luis yelled, as the cart quickly sped along toward the wooden blockade in front of the track. 

That will certainly end terribly for you all if it isn’t dealt with.

Leon pulled out his gun while you and Luis immediately ducked out of the way. He shot the boards and they, thankfully, collapsed immediately. Now out of the way. He then uses the gun to switch the tracks so they didn't crash at a dead end.

It was when their cart jumped off the tracks over a gap and roughly landed that you began to vocally freak out and chant, “I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.” over and over again. And it only got worse when villagers had appeared on their own carts on the tracks beside you all to attack you, with Leon doing his best to off them before they could get too close and push you off. You and Luis just ducked and did your best not to fall out.

You came close to a dead end and Luis pulled the breaks, just barely successfully stopping you all from crashing hard into a wall.

“That's it?” Leon asked breathlessly.

“Afraid not. Things are just getting started.” Luis stated.

“Oh, please no. Again?” You complained. You weren't sure your heart could survive another go on those death traps.

Luis gave you an apologetic look, before leading the way through the platform to another cart on a different track.

Leon gave the cart a push and off you were again. You screamed when the cart quickly gained speed and nearly tipped over. Way too close for comfort.

“Too fast! Too fucking fast!” You shouted in fright. 

Leon nodded in agreement and a sudden noise was heard. Yours and Luis's eyes widened.

“Hey, is that noise what I think it is?” Luis asked.

Your cart jumped over a gap and landed harshly on the track with multiple others beside it. Unfortunately, what you and Luis heard was, in fact, what he thought it was. Multiple other carts filled with murderous villagers were there alongside you on the other tracks.

You ducked to avoid the chainsaw wielding villager on the tracks beside you, with Leon quickly shooting him as you all rolled up a slanted platform. Luckily away from them for now thanks to the height and different path.

Your cart rolls through a cavern and Luis is quick to point out the sight. “Look! You can see where they dug up the bugs!”

You stared at the sight, before Luis urgently shouted out, “Ahead!” You gasped when you saw where the tracks ended. Ended right at a steep drop that would be a fall to certain death.

“You're kidding… Get the break!” Leon urged Luis.

Luis quickly grabbed a hold of the break and pulled. Much to your dismay, you witnessed with your own eyes as it snapped and broke in Luis's hold. You gasped in shock once more, locking eyes with a defeated Luis, who sat back into the cart with a huff.

“What!?” Leon asked him, having missed the whole thing. Luis held up the broken lever and shrugged, as if to say “what can you do”. 

Leon looked at him in disbelief. “Are you serious!?” 

“Shit!” You looked ahead as the cart quickly reached the end, shooting out into the air. 

“Jump!” Leon shouted once a platform was beneath you all. You reluctantly jumped out of the cart, stomach dropping all the while, before landing roughly beside Leon, who did a roll to soften the landing. Probably something you should have done too, because ouch.

You grunted in pain on the ground as Leon quickly saved Luis from a deadly fall as he hung over the edge. 

“Give us a “3, 2, 1” next time, eh Sancho.” Luis joked with a grunt and a huff, out of breath.

“Whatever.” Leon said, turning away from Luis and glancing at you laying on the ground. “You okay, Y/n?”

“Peachy.” You grumbled, sitting up and standing with the help of Luis. “I'm never riding a rollercoaster ever again.”

Luis laughed as he patted your back, “It wasn't so bad, Sénorita. I would even say it was fun!” He joked.

You playfully glared and deadpanned, “You're hilarious.” He grinned before looking around at the surrounding area.

“Oh man… Hm, but actually this works.” He looked at Leon and you and gestured to the elevator. “Oye. Let's get on that lift.” 

Leon ran ahead to the direction of the elevator with you both right behind him, only to quickly skid to a stop when the wood of the platform broke, preventing you from moving forward to the lift.

“No way. Give me a break.” Luis sighed. 

“Just never ending inconveniences tonight, huh?” You said, stating the obvious. 

Luis nodded in agreement with an annoyed smile. “One right after the other.” 

“We can make it if we circle round. Come on.” Leon beckoned you, jumping down the platform and climbing down to a different level. 

“Pain in my ass…” Luis grumbled, following after him with you in tow. You carefully climbed down with him, grunting when you landed a little too hard on the rough rock.

Running along the path Leon led, you gasped and screeched so loudly your vocal cord stung when you all came across some extremely large bugs. HUGE. These ones actually did resemble the ones from back in Raccoon City. You really hoped nothing tried going down your throat this time around. 

You shivered in disgust at the memory, fighting the urge to vomit.

“I hate insects! Take care of them for me, would ya?” Luis asked Leon, as you shot the bugs crawling too close for comfort. Luckily they were one shot with the shotgun.

“How about you open fire instead of your mouth!” Leon yelled, aggravated at both his comments and the creepy-crawly foes.

“Hey, I'm the brains. You're the brains.” Luis shrugged, before taking out his pistol to help out where he could.

You both followed Leon down the mineshafts,  quickly ducking when one of the bugs flew over you. Leon, thankfully, shot it before it could attack you.

“Ugh, they fucking fly!” You grimace in disgust. Luis looked just as disgusted as you were.

Finally, you all defeated the giant bugs and made it to where you intended to be in the first place. The elevator. You all piled in, and up you went.

Luis leaned against the wall of the lift, exhausted. “Whew. I'm beat. Makes you appreciate tech like this.”

You nodded in agreement. “Wish we could have gotten here the normal way, though.” 

Leon quickly changed the subject. “I don't get you. Why risk your life like this? You don't know us.” He asked once more, still not trusting Luis.

“Leon-” You started, frustrated they were going through this again. Luis reached out to squeeze your hand reassuringly.

“It's okay, Sénorita.” Luis smiled at you, before turning his full attention to Leon. “I told you. It makes me feel better.” 

“Be straight with me for once.” 

“Los Iluminados… I was working for them.”

“See? There you go.” Leon said, encouraging Luis to tell him the full truth.

“Helping the two of you and Ashley doesn't make up for it. I know that. But still… I don't want anyone else to get hurt.” Luis admitted, with a sadness in his eyes that made your chest ache for him.

Your hand, still held in his grasp, now squeezed his own in reassurance. He gave you an appreciative look as Leon hummed in response. “In that case, you better get serious.” 

Luis let out a laugh. “Harsh words for a squire.” The lift came to a stop and Luis let go of your hand with one final smile sent your way, before running out ahead of you and Leon. 

“We're out of that hellhole!” Luis took a deep breath, “The fresh air is calling our names!” He then turned back around to face you both with a wide grin. “Because if we made it all this way, you know it means we're almost-”

His pause was sudden, and your brows furrow in concern. You watched as he let out a small choked sound with a grimace on his face, as if he was experiencing a sudden and excruciating pain that he couldn't vocalize.

“Almost what?” Leon asked, not understanding the situation like you.

You gasped in shock as Luis let out a cough, a concerning amount of blood spraying out of his mouth from the force, before falling face first onto the ground with a hard thud. Your worry increased when you saw the knife sticking out of his upper back.

“Luis!” You and Leon shout in fear. You go to run to help him, but Leon holds you back by the arm as a large man makes his presence known.

The man in question looked to be military of some sort, judging by his outfit. He was intimidating in appearance, with his large muscular build and gnarly scars slashed across his face. Scars likely made by a sharp object, such as a knife.

The man let out a dark laugh as he glared daggers at Leon. “Long time no see, rookie.”

“Major Krauser? What the hell? Why?” Leon shouted, clearly stunned by the man's appearance. A man he knows.

Krauser. 

You weren't sure if he was supposed to be here. If Wesker sent him or if you even remember his name being mentioned during yours and Ada's prep before the mission. All you cared about at the moment was Luis, who was still lying on the floor. Unmoving.

Krauser searched Luis's pocket and your breath hitched as he held up the Amber, now taking it for himself. “Recovering stolen goods.”

He put the Amber in his own pocket and placed his hand on the knife handle that was still wedged in Luis's back. You yelled out a loud “don't”, knowing pulling out an object from a stab wound is never a good thing.

Krauser's eyes shifted to you, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk, before he swiftly pulled the knife out of Luis's back, eyes staring into yours all the while. You flinched, glimpsing at the already concerning amount of blood pouring from the wound and on his knife. You hatefully glared at the man, who's amusement only grew from the action.

Krauser spoke again, “And killing a few rats along the way.” He stood and twirled his knife in his hold, walking around Luis's body. “Easy work.”

Your eyes shifted briefly from Krauser to Luis, heart nervously racing at his still form. Was he dead? You really hope he wasn't dead.

“Are you a friend of Wesker?” You asked with a growl, eyes shifting back up to the imposing man who now stood in front of you. Leon's grasp on your arm tightened, preparing to move you away at a moment's notice.

Krauser smirked, “What do you think?”

Not an actual answer, but it was an answer to you all the same. Wesker did send him. You know he did. But for the Amber specifically? You weren't so sure.

“What? He didn't trust us?” You sarcastically questioned. Ada and you suspected that he would send someone else to take your place if you both failed, but not while you were in the middle of the mission you have, in your opinion, yet to actually fail.

“Not necessarily, I have my own goals in mind.” Krauser paused, before shrugging his shoulders, “Not that you will be alive long enough to know.”

With an impossible speed you couldn't follow, he moved his arm and stabbed the knife toward you…

Aiming straight for your heart.