赤裸裸的滑稽故事

Axel kissed Alice long and hard, refusing to pull away from her even after his lungs began to protest.

When he finally did pull back, they were both breathless. Even still, he wanted to taste her.

Axel quickly lifted her shirt over her head, kissing the tops of her breasts and rubbing her lower back.

“Axel…” Alice gasped, trying to catch her breath while also struggling against her body’s natural reaction.

He growled against her skin and hugged her body tightly, his erection already present and making itself known against her.

Alice growled in response; she wanted him.

Axel rolled his hips up, pressing himself even harder against her. Alice felt the deep pooling need, the hunger of a starving animal.

He reached back and unhooked her bra, removing it from her breasts. Axel let out a soft moan before taking one in his mouth and fondling the other.

Alice gasped and grabbed a handful of his hair. Axel growled, the vibrations only serving to make Alice pull tighter.

Axel flicked his tongue over her sensitive nipple, swirling and then sucking until she rocked her body against him. He smiled and pulled away from her breast with a pop.

He lifted her up to stand and then pulled down on her pants, not bothering to remove her panties before shoving his face against her. Licking her through the fabric.

Alice cried out. The sensation of his tongue pushing the fabric against her folds was new and strange but not unpleasant.

But it wasn't enough for either of them.

Axel pulled back, panting and licking his lips. He removed his pants while Alice removed her panties.

The scent of her arousal drove him wild. He reached up and held her hips, shoving his mouth over her wetness once more. Alice moaned loudly as he moved his tongue along her slit, flicking her bud and teasing her.

He pulled his mouth away and put his palm against her, rubbing her back and forth. She began to rock against him, placing her hands on his shoulders to steady her shaking knees. Axel moved his hand faster as he watched her expression change as her pleasure grew.

Then her breathing hitched, and she stopped moving. Gripping his shoulders tight, she cried out in delight.

He watched her with hungry eyes. She held to him, trying to catch her breath as the pleasure coursed through her. Axel wrapped his hand around his shaft, covered in her juices, stroking himself as he watched her recover.

Finally, her grip on his shoulders loosened, and he guided her down to straddle him once more. Still shaking from her orgasm, Alice slowly lowered herself onto him. Soft moans escaped her lips as she swallowed him into her.

Neither of them wanted to wait. He moved his hips up and down, thrusting into her repeatedly as she met him each time.

“Axel…” she called out as the pressure was building higher inside her. “Oh… yes.. harder… yes…!”

Axel did as he was commanded. Pumping into her as hard and fast as he could, his own pleasure at the breaking point.

“Axel..!” she screamed out as the orgasm took her once more.

Axel continued to thrust until he was overcome by the blinding white sensation of losing himself within her.

***

After climbing their mountain several times, Axel and Alice cleaned themselves up and dressed again.

“I spent some time with Sofia this afternoon,” Alice said.

Axel smiled warmly; he knew about Sofia. He knew what Caleb had told him, but Alice had told him more. Sofia was someone special to Alice and, therefore, someone special to him.

“How was it?” he asked.

“It was… really nice,” she said. “I was nervous. I didn't know how she would react to me. I never know how anyone will react to me.”

Axel put his arm around her, and Alice leaned on his shoulder.

“You told me that it's alright for me to dream, to hope,” she said. “And I am. I'm trying.”

Axel squeezed her shoulder.

“But moments like today, when the past becomes a part of the present. I become afraid. Not sure if I deserve a future.”

“You do,” he whispered. “You absolutely do.”

“I will try to believe it,” Alice said.

“Did Sofia say anything to make you believe otherwise?” he asked.

“No, she was wonderful, and she fondly thinks of me. Even knowing the things I did.”

“Then was it… Myka?” Axel asked, trying and failing to hide the dislike in his voice.

Alice smiled.

“Myka? No, he has never given me a reason to feel unhappy, quite the opposite, actually.”

Axel growled.

“I know you're doing that on purpose,” he said.

Alice giggled.

Axel closed his eyes, he knew she was pushing his buttons for fun, but he still wondered. And he knew he shouldn't ask…

“Did you and he…” he began. “Were you….”

He couldn't finish the question.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked.

Axel sighed.

“Probably not.”

Alice was quiet, and Axel kicked himself for bringing it up or attempting to.

“You know that I did not come to you… unused,” she said softly. “If you ask me, I will tell you honestly. But I would like to ask you if it will hurt us for you to know. Please, don't ask.”

“I'm sorry,” Axel whispered.

Alice looked up at him and kissed him gently.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” she smiled. Then she swallowed and took a deep breath. “I just don't want my past to hurt our future. That is what scares me more than anything.”

Axel hugged her close.

“It won't,” he promised.

“Good,” she smiled, nuzzling against him. “And just so there's no confusion, Myka and I were good friends and nothing more.”

“Oh, thank the Goddess!” Axel sighed with relief.

Alice laughed.

“Don't worry, Myka has his own mate,” she said.

“Did he bring her?”

Alice only smiled in response.

***

“Alright, so two patients in here,” Bell began, looking at the charts she was given. “Looks like one had some minor wounds, and the other… oof, yuck. Claws to the chest, yep, that one is yours.”

She pushed the chart into Peter's chest and started to walk into the room.

“Uh, hold on,” he said, grabbing her arm before she could enter the room. “Why exactly am I getting the nasty one while you get minor wounds?”

“Because I don't want it?” Bell smiled.

“Nice try, sweetheart,” he said, grabbing the other chart from her and pushing the one in his hand back at her. “This one is mine.”

Peter opened the door to the split room.

“Oh no… wait… don't,” Bell replied in a monotone voice.

Peter turned back with a suspicious look. Bell smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. He looked down and realized that the chart he held was that of the clawed chest.

He sighed.

“Gotcha,” Bell smiled as she pushed past him into the room.

“That is some low down–” Peter paused, his brows furrowed, and he sniffed the air.

“What is it?” Bell asked with concern.

“What is that smell?” Peter asked, then his eyes suddenly went wide, and he whispered. “Oh, crap.”

The curtain dividing him from his patient was torn away and before him stood a man he had not expected to see again. A tall, thin but well-built, blue-haired man. His narrow eyes stared back at Peter with hungered delight, and a smile spread over his lips.

“Hello, Peter,” he growled in a husky voice.

Peter didn't have a chance to respond before Myka pulled him roughly into a passionate embrace.

“Oh.. my… Goddess…” Bell whispered with a delighted grin.