Under Command update

With Umbrella gone, Ada Wong was an independent contractor now, her main commission with Special Forces. They were good at their job, but like any grunts, they only had so much luck in gathering intelligence. Ada made a pretty penny taking care of that for them. Plus, she got to play with Leon. That was always a bonus. One she now intended to cash in before the spice lost its flavor.

Ada put on a red dress for old time’s sake. She drew black stockings up her long legs, pure silk, and fastened them to a garter belt that accentuated her toned belly and curvy ass as much as her firm thighs. Her dress was satiny and soft, practically negligee, and it clung tightly to her otherwise naked body. There only a few scant inches of spare material in the entire garment, draping from her thrusting breasts. Her stiff nipples stood out through the thin material, drawing attention to the ghosts of her areolas that were just barely visible through the semi-translucent cloth. When the light shined on her, it plunged through the dress, something most noticeable between her legs, where the outline of her pubic mound could be glimpsed in silhouette. 

She turned and looked back over her shoulder at her reflection, admiring how the garment flattered her heart-shaped ass and imagining how Leon might react to the sight. Turning to face the mirror again, she drew the hem of the dress up her thighs until her sparsely haired pussy was visible, framed like a gift from the gods inside the straps of her garter belt. She didn’t wear any panties. That would be sure to fluster Leon tremendously in the build-up to their sex.

She intended to finally consummate their flirtation, but she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. It was far too much fun to toy with Leon and, after all, she could only rock his world once before it settled into a more traditional arrangement—if he impressed her, of course. Ada was cynical enough to ready herself for disappointment, no matter how much tension and anticipation there was between them. 

She sat on Leon’s bed, waiting for him to return to his quarters and receive his surprise. But Leon always had been her weak point. Her plans tended to break down around him. Worse, she tended not to mind, no matter how unprofitable it proved. So it was only true to form that, since she had assumed Leon would come home alone that evening, he instead showed up with company.

Hearing two sets of voices conversing outside the door, Ada ducked behind the bed. She saw Cassie Cage enter, followed by Leon. Just seeing them together, Ada formulated a dynamic for the two, something like the friendship Leon had with Jill Valentine. The two were both professional, disciplined—it made sense they would fall into an alliance. Ada could see Leon being Cassie’s lieutenant; no ego demanding that he be in charge, and he was humble enough not to threaten Cassie’s inherited control issues. It was probably a heavily symbiotic working relationship, one neither of them would dare jeopardize by allowing it to grow personal. Since they were officially working together, they probably weren’t even on friendly terms—their dealings entirely professional.

A second later, Ada realized all of that had been her reassuring herself, because Cassie unzipped her bodysuit and opened it up to Leon. Inside her frilly white bra, her breasts were pert and perfect, the lace overlay sheer overkill, a charm offensive meant entirely to drive Leon wildly.

Ada froze, watching in shock and horror as Leon ignored Cassie’s breasts, instead pulling her slender body tightly to his. He kissed her firmly, hands going around her body to caress the curvy buttocks that were incredibly evident through her skintight catsuit. He slowly worked his hands into the pockets along her hips and, through material as thin as a layer of sweat, Ada saw his fingers mold themselves to Cassie’s svelte ass. She watched in fascination. Was this how Leon would’ve fucked her if she’d made her move earlier?

Ada’s mind was predisposed to turn any situation to her advantage. She didn’t linger in ruing the course of events. Instead, she reasoned that this would take the uncertainty out of a risky venture with Leon. She’d be able to see firsthand what kind of lover Leon was—all without having to compromise herself. 

Leon shifted his right hand out of Cassie’s pocket, running it down the cleft of her ass instead, down between her legs. Cassie shivered as he touched her through the catsuit, evidently knowing just what she liked even with an obstacle in the way.

“Mmmm,” Cassie sighed, tingling all over. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that all day.”

“Is that why you feel so warm?” Leon asked her. His hand slid back behind her, coming up to her waist. “I’m used to you being a little cool to the touch.”

“Depends on where you touch me.” Cassie took his hand and pulled it to her chest. From the way she moaned then, Leon wasn’t the only one who felt warm. “And how.”

“Really?” He pinched Cassie’s nipple through her bra, twisting it, and even the pain couldn’t keep Cassie from simpering—almost drooling as her body flooded with sensation. “From the way you’ve been cock-teasing all day, I would’ve thought you were taking whatever you can get.”

“From you,” Cassie retorted. “Not my fault you have a lot to give. Quantity over quality, you might say.”

Leon’s eyebrows raised. “That your way of saying you want me to do this by halves?”

“Not on your life, Kennedy.” 

Cassie brought her thigh up slowly between his legs, pressing the warm flesh teasingly to the bulge of his erection. She worked her thigh back and forth, rubbing the swell with skillful titillation. 

Ada watched every move ripple through Cassie’s nubile body, every taut muscle and ripe curve highlighted by her skintight suit. No wonder Leon was shaking with anticipation. On Cassie, that ensemble was a fetish, not a uniform.

Leon reached up to the two halves of Cassie’s unzipped bodysuit, helping them off her shoulders. Cassie wiggled as he pulled them down, making it easier for him to work the garment off her body. Ada saw her step out of it and unhook her bra at the same time. 

Leon beat Cassie to the punch. His eyes gleamed with lust, he ripped the bra off of her the moment it was undone and tossed it aside. Cassie’s breasts jutted out at him, sculpted and full. When she pressed herself up against Leon, they flattened into his chest, clearly real as could be. Her ass quivered as she ground her hips to his.

“Unnh!” Leon grunted, madly running his hands over her bare back, the skin looking so creamy that it had to be an erogenous zone in and of itself. “I’m going to show that little cunt of yours what it gets after a day of teasing.”

Leon stripped fast, not giving a damn if he ripped his clothes, only that he got his cock out. When it cleared his underwear, it was huge and threatening. Then Ada gasped. Two of them. For a moment, she was glad Cassie was getting fucked instead of her. She couldn’t possibly take two cocks, not when both of them were that big.

Being outnumbered by cock frightened Ada, but it only excited Cassie. She reached lovingly down to his erections, stroking both hard shafts with either hand. She pumped him while his hands cupped her breasts, massaging the sensitive flesh with total concentration. Both of them seemed delighted with each other, happy to play with one another’s bodies—like the professionalism that Ada had noted them sharing also applied to pleasing their partner.

“Shit, Cassie,” Leon murmured. “I think it’s about time you get that fuck you’ve been begging for.”

“And take those cocks I’ve gotten so hard,” Cassie retorted.

Leon reached into the thin white panties that matched her already vanquished bra, slicking his fingers across her mound to taunt the opening. Cassie threw her head back, gasping in delight, her body clenching all over while she felt the roving touch go inside her. She pumped her hips onto his massaging hand, tightening her grip on his throbbing pricks at the same time. 

“You’re right, baby,” Cassie whispered, still loud enough for Ada to hear. “I have been begging for it. Give me what I want? Give me a little of this…” She pulled hard with one stroking hand, drawing Leon’s foreskin over his cockhead. “A little of that…” Her other hand pulled back as heavily, dragging Leon’s foreskin along with it. “And all the cum in those big, fat balls.”

As if considering the prospect, Leon looked over Cassie’s all but naked body, the look on his face one of lust that Ada never would’ve expected to find on his genteel features. Then he picked her slender body up and carried her to the bedroom, her legs wrapped around him, her lips teasing his neck and ears as he walked.

Ada had only seconds as Leon moved from just inside his quarters to the bed. She dropped to her belly and crawled, with a minimum of dignity but maximum speed, to the fortuitously open closet. Inside, she stealthily slipped the door closed, all but a crack, which she left open so she could look in on the festivities.

Cassie’s lithe form dropped on the bed, making it easy for Leon to grasp her panties and jerk them down her silken thighs. Her pubic hair glittered like gold dust around her slit. The modicum of sunlight that came through the curtained windows was picked up by the tiny beads of moisture marking her sex.

Leon smiled at the sight of it, running his hands over Cassie’s long, slender legs in a moment of worship. He toyed with them, opening and closing them, Cassie’s expression alternately welcoming and pouting as he teased putting himself where she wanted, then felt her legs up some more.

“Keep being a leg man,” Cassie groaned. “You can really enjoy me kicking you in the face.”

“Patience is a virtue,” Leon told her, kneeling between her legs. Cassie’s eyes grew wide with excitement and even Ada swallowed a sudden lump in her throat. 

“Sadism isn’t,” Cassie replied.

His pricks loomed over Cassie’s sodden pussy, seeming to get closer and closer to Cassie’s golden muff with every breath the girl took, every throb that went through his cocks. “I thought we were calling it foreplay.”

“Waiting all day to fuck you, that’s foreplay.”

“No, looking the way you do…” Leon sighed as he looked at her slowly writhing body. “That’s foreplay.”

He ran his hands up her thighs, up to her pussy. Ada’s pussy quivered in need as she watched Cassie enjoy the treatment she should’ve been receiving, those skilled fingers teasing receptive lips. Cassie shuddered, her mouth open silently, then pinching shut as she struggled to withstand the onslaught of feelings that came with Leon easing his finger into her needy cunt.

“Mmmmm!” Cassie cooed, eyes ecstatically closed. “This isn’t foreplay. It’s fucking. You’re fucking me with your finger, Kennedy, but I want you to fuck me with your cocks. Come on, Leon. Show me what a man can do with two cocks and one naughty bitch.”

Leon lowered himself down to her while holding his hips abreast of her body. His cocks pointed out straight and true at her sex without entering her; not close enough. Instead, he kissed her tits. His lips circled her areola until the nipple was caught in his mouth. Then he sucked it, his tongue stroking the stiffening flesh in his mouth. 

Cassie squeezed her legs together, her nipple a hot coal in his mouth. Again she grabbed his cocks, pumping them with both hands like if she pulled on them hard enough, she could get them into her cunt.

Ada closely watched Leon’s reaction to the cajoling play. She waited for him to ram himself into her wet cunt. She even wanted him to. It would prove to her that Leon could be seduced. It would show her, even secondhand, what it would be like to be fucked by him. And her pussy was tingling like she was the one about to be fucked, not Cassie.

Leon’s mouth came up to Cassie’s lips and his tongue raced into hers. He kissed her as his hands tightened on her thighs, forcing them down, perfectly open to how his hips were lined up with her groin.

“You’re going to fuck me now, huh?” Cassie moaned, playfully struggling to escape now that his cocks were throbbing at her gateway. “Sure I haven’t lost interest by now?”

“Sure I’m sure,” Leon said. “You like it too much to go any longer without a fuck.”

Cassie cooed in ecstasy—she loved hearing a dirty word from Leon as much as Ada did. “Maybe you know me a little too well, Kennedy.”

Ada pressed her palm to her groin, not caring that her luxurious red dress was in the way. All she cared about was rubbing her clit, arousing the same passions that Cassie might be feeling as she waited for that immense set of penetrations to take place. Ada squeezed her breasts with her other hand, stroking her nipple into hardness like Leon’s mouth would do if it were her on that bed instead of some fucking gaijin!