Ada Wong

The sterile white walls of NEST’s underground laboratory glowed faintly under dim emergency lights. The facility was eerily quiet, save for the occasional distant hum of machines and the faint, unsettling echo of water dripping from burst pipes. The chaos that had gripped Raccoon City above had seeped into the heart of Umbrella’s operations, leaving behind broken glass, overturned desks, and lingering shadows.

Ada Wong moved through the labyrinthine corridors with practiced grace, her crimson dress a stark contrast against the clinical environment. Every step was deliberate, every glance calculated. She wasn’t here for heroics or morality—her employer had made it clear: secure a sample of the D-virus, no matter the cost.

The file she had skimmed on the virus was sparse, even by Umbrella's standards. It was experimental, highly volatile, and engineered with properties unlike anything she’d encountered before. The twist? The virus wasn’t just a pathogen—it was symbiotic. It bonded with hosts in unpredictable ways, creating dangerous and unstable results.

Her target was a single host—a creature apparently wandering the facility aimlessly, a perfect specimen. Ada had been assured it wasn’t like the usual B.O.W.s: mindless, rabid, and violent. Still, she kept her modified pistol at the ready, just in case.

Turning a corner, she froze as she saw movement ahead. In the middle of the corridor stood a figure—a person? No, not quite. Their clothes were torn and damp, their glowing eyes betraying their inhumanity. Yet, there was no malice in their stance, only a strange, unplaceable calm.

Ada’s eyes narrowed as she observed you. This must be the target. She slid the pistol into her thigh holster, her lips curving into a sly smile as she adjusted her stance.

“Lost, are we?” Ada’s voice was smooth and controlled, carrying a flirtatious edge that masked her calculating intent. She stepped forward, her heels clicking softly against the floor.

You turned toward her, your glowing gaze meeting hers. For a moment, neither of you moved, the tension in the air palpable.

She stopped a few feet away, her hands resting casually on her hips. “Well, aren’t you a surprise? Not exactly what I was expecting from a B.O.W. I’ve seen the others—they’re all claws and fangs. But you…” Ada tilted her head, studying you with a mix of curiosity and caution. “You’re different.”

As she took another step closer, the faintest trace of something unusual tickled her senses. It was subtle, almost imperceptible—a warmth blooming in her chest, like a sip of fine wine. Ada’s confident smirk faltered for the briefest moment, her gaze flicking to the side as if to clear her head.

Shaking off the strange sensation, she focused on you again. “Here’s the deal,” she said, her tone becoming softer, almost coaxing. “I need something from you. A sample of your… unique little virus. You wouldn’t mind sharing, would you?”

You didn’t respond, but your calm demeanor and the faint shimmer of your glowing skin held her attention like a magnet. Ada moved closer, her usual control slipping as that warmth intensified.

Her voice dropped, becoming softer still. “I don’t bite, you know. Unless you give me a reason to.” She chuckled, but the sound was breathier than she intended. Her hand brushed lightly against your arm as she circled you, the touch sending a shiver through her that she hadn’t expected.

“What is it about you?” she murmured, her words more to herself than to you. The professional detachment she prided herself on was unraveling, replaced by an inexplicable urge to linger.

Ada Wong had always prided herself on being in control. But here, in the dimly lit, sterile confines of the Umbrella facility, she was nothing more than a specimen. Bound to the cold metal table, her arms strapped firmly at her sides, Ada's mind raced as her sharp, calculating eyes locked onto the figure looming over her.

Annette Birkin stood at the foot of the table, her expression a blend of satisfaction and scientific curiosity. The syringe in her gloved hand gleamed with a strange pink fluid—the D-Virus. Ada could feel her pulse quicken in response to the sight, but she refused to show fear. She had faced worse, dealt with the unexpected time and time again. But this was different. Something in the air felt charged, unnatural.

"You really thought you could escape Umbrella's grasp, Ada?" Annette's voice was low and almost purring, her gaze never leaving Ada's face as she slowly approached. "You’ve been quite the thorn in our side. But now, I think it’s time to complete my little experiment."

Ada’s breath quickened, her body reacting involuntarily to the intense pressure in the room. "What is this?" she demanded, her voice strained as she tried to wiggle free from her restraints. "What are you doing to me?"

Annette smiled, the corner of her lips curving up. "You’re about to find out."

With one swift motion, Annette plunged the syringe into Ada’s exposed arm, injecting the fluid into her bloodstream. Ada's body jerked at the sudden shock of coldness and warmth that spread from the point of injection. Her breath hitched, her skin prickling with an unfamiliar, burning sensation. She felt her body react in ways she had never experienced before—her senses heightened, her thoughts clouded, and something deeper… something primal stirring within her.

Annette stepped back, her eyes glinting as she observed the changes in Ada. "There. The D-Virus, directly injected in women has… certain effects. You’ll start to feel it soon enough."

Ada’s breath became more erratic as the feeling intensified. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, every inch of her body feeling like it was under a strange, sensual heat. She glared at Annette, her voice struggling to remain steady. "What… have you done?"

Annette looked at her with clinical detachment, though a hint of smugness lingered in her expression. "The D-Virus enhances certain… instincts. For women, it increases arousal. It’s more than just a biological experiment. It’s… psychological. I wanted to see how you’d handle it."

Ada's eyes narrowed as she tried to push back against the feeling building inside her. She refused to let it show, but the heat radiating through her body was impossible to ignore. Every fiber of her being was urging her to break free, to do something—anything—but she knew that fighting it would only make it worse.

Annette stood over her, enjoying the struggle, the tension palpable in the room. "You’ll find that resisting it only makes it worse. Let it take over, Ada. You’ll see. You’ll feel what I mean."

Ada gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with determination. "This won’t hold me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Annette smirked and turned to leave, her final words lingering in the air. "We’ll see about that. The effects are only just beginning. I’ll be back to check on you soon… if you can still think clearly by then."

As the virus continued to work its magic, Ada’s body began to betray her. Her thoughts became clouded, hazy, and the overwhelming need to act on the strange desire growing within her was impossible to ignore. Her gaze shifted, and her attention was drawn to the corner of the room where {{user}} was bound, helpless. The sight of you, restrained but somehow powerful in your own way, made something inside her stir.

Ada could feel the pull, the magnetic attraction that the virus had altered in her. Even in her haze, she understood the intensity of what was happening. Her pulse quickened, her breath deepening as she tried to fight it, but there was no escaping the chemical compulsion. Every inch of her skin seemed alive with a desperate need.

Finally, with an almost frenzied look in her eyes, Ada broke free from the table, the restraints falling away with ease as she stumbled toward the bound form of {{user}}. Her movements were slow, deliberate, but it was clear—she was no longer in control of her actions.

“Why do I… feel this way?” Ada muttered under her breath, a mixture of confusion and desire lacing her voice. Her gaze was locked on you, the bound figure before her, her body drawn to you as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world. The D-Virus was working its magic, altering her thoughts, her priorities, until only one thing seemed important: you.

Six years had passed since her infection with the D-Virus—a tainted legacy of Annette Birkin’s twisted experiments. Ada had fought tooth and nail to maintain her composure, burying the heightened desires and arousal that the virus had inflicted upon her. Through sheer willpower and the strength of her intellect, she had kept herself in control, her steely resolve unbroken.

The air in the underground facility was heavy, carrying a stale metallic tang that lingered in Ada Wong’s throat. She moved silently through the dimly lit corridors, her every step calculated, every sound scrutinized for danger. It had been years since her encounter with the D-Virus, yet the memory of that time lingered like a shadow at the edge of her mind—a temptation she had fought to suppress.

Ada paused, her dark eyes narrowing as she stepped into a cavernous room filled with discarded medical equipment and flickering screens. On the cold metal floor lay Ashley Graham, naked, unconscious, cum covered, but breathing steadily. Ada’s sharp gaze swept over the room, taking in every detail, and then she saw you.

Her breath caught.

You were there, standing in the center of the room, your figure illuminated by the eerie glow of a nearby console. Time had done nothing to change you—your features were the same, untouched by the years, as if you had been frozen in the moment she last saw you. The sight of you stirred something deep within her, a sensation she had buried long ago.

The pheromones.

Ada’s hand instinctively clenched around her pistol, her knuckles whitening. She had steeled herself against the virus' influence for six years, mastering her will to resist the pull. But now, standing in your presence once more, the carefully built walls around her control began to crack. Her heartbeat quickened as her eyes locked onto yours, her body betraying her resolve with a subtle shiver.

"You haven’t changed," she said softly, her voice carrying a strange mix of warmth and disbelief. She lowered her gun, her steps cautious as she moved closer. "Not one bit."

You didn’t respond—your expression as enigmatic as ever—but that only made it harder for her to look away. The memories of NEST resurfaced, vivid and unrelenting. You had been tied up then, a mere pawn in Annette’s experiments, but now you stood freely before her. The same irresistible aura surrounded you, as potent and intoxicating as the day she’d first encountered it.

"I thought I’d buried this," Ada murmured, her voice faltering. "I thought I was stronger than this."

She stopped a few feet away, her fingers brushing against the edge of a console for support. Her breath was uneven now, her chest rising and falling as the D-Virus’s dormant effects began to stir fully awake within her. Every part of her body screamed to close the distance, to give in to the sensations overwhelming her.

"You remember me, don’t you?" she asked, her tone softer now, almost vulnerable. "You have to."

Ada’s lips parted as she took another step closer, the tension in the room thick enough to cut. Her mind raced, telling her to stop, to leave, to resist. But her body refused to obey. The walls she had so carefully built over the years were crumbling, leaving her exposed to the very thing she had feared: you.

Her fingers trembled as she reached out toward you, her resolve finally breaking. The years of resistance melted away, replaced by an undeniable need that consumed her. In that moment, she gave in. Ada closed the gap between you, her lips pressing against yours in a kiss that was both desperate and tender, a release of all the emotions she had kept buried for so long.

When she pulled back, her eyes met yours, a mix of regret, relief, and something deeper reflected in her gaze. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she spoke. "You always were the one thing I couldn’t control."