Resident Evil: Sweethearts, Spicy Memories (Patreon)

“You can’t remember anything either, can you? I’m Leon.”

Ada nodded, looking at the ID he held out in his hand. He must’ve gotten his name from that, just as she’d found hers in her wallet. The only other thing she had to go on was how she was dressed.

She wore sensual black lace lingerie: a sheer bra and panties, matching garter belt and stockings. Over them, a tight-fitting skirt and a silk blouse, with a white leather belt wrapped around her waist to accentuate the swell of her curves. High heels and dark make-up completed her look. She looked like a vixen, which might be for the best. Ada felt a confidence swelling in her that might well come from how she was dressed and how well she pulled off the look.

Leon looked trustworthy, even a little stolid—the complete opposite of her own seductress ensemble. He had a handsome face, a nice body, and so far he was carrying himself with a reassuring coolness despite his obvious confusion.

“Do you have anything else on you?” Ada asked. “I just had my wallet.”

Leon patted his body, looking through his pockets. Ada guessed he’d woken up around the same time as her—she’d barely had time to look at her reflection in a window pane and learn her own name before encountering him. Which meant that whatever had taken their memories, it must’ve been the same thing for both of them, affecting them the same way. Anything else was just too unbelievable to fathom.

“Here,” Leon said, finding something tucked into his boot. He brought out a folded piece of paper and when he unwound it, Ada saw that it was a picture of both of them. A self-portrait, Ada holding the camera at arm’s length while the two of them were in bed together.

Her hands must’ve been shaky; the picture was askew. Their naked bodies were pressed together, the picture clearly post-coital, both of them smiling for the camera. Leon weary, herself a little dazed, as though still shook from the orgasm she must’ve enjoyed. The bed itself was a mess. This was no mere quickie. Their wild pleasure must’ve lasted for…

Ada stared at him over her shoulder, looking anxiously down at his crotch. Her cunt pulsed, throbbed, waiting impatiently as Leon dropped his pants down to his ankles. His prick thrust out, thick and swollen and already dripping with precum. It pointed straight out at Ada, pounding uncontrollably with the hot blood inside and the cum seething in his balls.

“Fuck me, Leon,” Ada knew her cries were loud enough to be heard outside the closet she’d pulled him into, but she was too aroused to care. “Fuck my pussy, fuck my fucking WOMB!”

Ada came back to herself to see that Leon had a stunned, electric look on his face. He looked the way that she felt.

“You felt it too, didn’t you? It reminded you of… us.”

Leon grumbled noncommittally. “We must’ve been… close.”

Ada looked down at his groin. His cock was rising, as impressive and passionate as it had been in her vision. She licked her lips, feeling the siren song of another cajoling memory. “Maybe this is how we get our memories back.”

Leon looked at her askew. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Ada grinned at him. “Why not? Clearly, it’s nothing new for us.” She ran a hand through her hair. “And I’m pretty sure I still look as good as I did back then.”

“You do,” Leon said, his voice husky. His erection had not died down. It bulged well down his pantleg.

“Fuck me, Leon,” Ada repeated, trying out the familiarly alien words for the first, countless time. “Fuck my pussy. Fuck my fucking—“

Leon interrupted her, taking Ada in his arms and crushing her against his muscular body, his mouth locked to hers in a desperate kiss. She was shocked by how much passion was in it—beneath his own placid exterior, he must’ve been as aroused as she was.

Then the kiss settled—became unexpectedly gentle. At times, it was like his slow lips barely touched hers. His hands rested softly on her shoulders. They seemed as light as feathers, he was touching her so delicately.

Then his lips parted, the tip of his tongue faintly running under her lower lip and then into her mouth. It probed more forcefully, the new pressure sending a flutter of arousal through Ada’s womanhood. She had to restrain herself to keep from opening her mouth wide to his exploration. Somewhere in her instincts was reluctance, a cool exterior, keeping her lips in a slender oval.

But there was also the melting away of that resistance. Both vague memory and her own present urges had her letting his stiff tongue slowly force its way into her mouth, like a prelude to the act of penetration that would join their bodies soon.

Once Leon’s tongue touched hers, Ada was entirely incapable of restraint. Their warm tongues wound around each other like fighting snakes. Leon’s lips were warm and knowing as they slid against hers.

Ada was breathless, uncaring at her own surrender, dizzied by it in fact. She never wanted this first, latest kiss to end. Leon, she realized thrillingly, was an experienced seducer, at least to her body. She was primed and readied to enjoy his arousing efforts and he was equally adept at preparing her, pulling her even further into the mood than she already was, lowering her defenses and rising her hunger.

A big hand slid down Ada’s spine until it was cupping the roundness of her full, firm ass through her skirt. Ada now knew, on some soulful level, that this was not routine for Leon, at least not usually. Not with other women. He wasn’t a ladies’ man, but with her, he knew all the rules, played the game to the limit. He perhaps knew her body better than she did at the moment. And it was exhilarating to learn her own flesh’s responses at the same time as he provoked them from her.