Chapter 6: Axel's Shades
The soft, predawn glow of Aethelburg had just begun to tinge the sky when Nicola slipped from her couch, the memory of the previous night a restless itch under her skin. The others were still deep in sleep—Briv and Patricia a tangle of limbs on the larger sofa, Dariana curled like a cat in an armchair. The silence was absolute, broken only by the faint, perpetual hum of the city.
She moved on quiet feet down the hall, the plush carpet absorbing all sound. The bathroom door was closed. She entered, locking it behind her with a soft, definitive click. The room was cool and clean, the scent of Axel’s sandalwood soap still a ghost in the air. She stripped quickly, her clothes falling in a silent heap on the counter.
The spray of the shower was a shock, first cold then searingly hot. She let it pound against her skin, washing away the lingering grime of the alley and the restless night. She leaned her forehead against the cool, wet tile, her eyes closed. The image from last night played on a loop behind her eyelids: the steam, the powerful lines of his body, the bold, unapologetic sight of his erection. A flush that had nothing to do with the hot water spread across her chest. Her hand, holding the soapy sponge, moved over her stomach, her mind vividly reconstructing the feel of his gaze.
She turned under the spray to rinse her hair, and her heart seized.
He was there.
Axel stood just inside the bathroom door, leaning against the frame as if he’d been watching for some time. How had he gotten in? The lock was engaged. His expression was unreadable, his sharp green eyes tracing the lines of her wet, naked body through the semi-opaque glass of the shower enclosure.
Nicola gasped, instinctively crossing her arms over her breasts, her body tensing. “Gods! You scared me.”
A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice was a low rumble, calm and utterly controlled. He pushed off the doorframe and walked toward the shower. “I just wanted to return the favor.”
He slid the glass door open without asking, the steam billowing out around him. He was fully dressed, a stark contrast to her vulnerability. The confidence in his movement was breathtaking. He reached in, his fingers brushing against hers as he took the damp sponge from her hand.
“I think I can help with the back,” he said, his eyes holding hers. “May I?”
Her mind screamed a dozen warnings, but her body, thrumming with a sudden, electric anticipation, betrayed her. She gave a single, jerky nod.
She turned, presenting her back to him, her heart hammering against her ribs. The warm, soapy touch of the sponge was a shock. He started between her shoulder blades, his movements slow, methodical. But it wasn't the sponge she felt; it was the pressure of his hand behind it, firm and knowing. He worked down the line of her spine, the sponge following the curve, his other hand coming to rest lightly on her hip to steady her.
His touch was possessive. It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
The sponge moved lower, over the small of her back, and then lower still, gliding over the full, round curves of her ass. He took his time, washing each cheek with a slow, circular pressure that was anything but casual. Her breath hitched. She could feel the heat of him through the steam, the faint rustle of his clothes.
Then his fingers, his bare fingers, brushed against the back of her thigh. It was a deliberate stroke, his knuckles grazing her skin as he repositioned the sponge. The touch sent a jolt straight to her core. She bit her lip, her eyes squeezing shut.
His hand slid from her hip, around the curve of her waist, his palm flattening against her lower stomach and pulling her back firmly against him. She could feel the hard ridge of his belt, the solid muscle of his body.
The sponge was gone now, discarded. His other hand continued its journey, sliding down from her ass, his fingers tracing the sensitive inner skin of her thigh. Higher. And higher.
The touch was a whisper, a ghost of contact, but it was unmistakable. His fingertips brushed through her wet curls and, with a slight, almost accidental pressure, grazed directly over her clit.
Nicola jolted, a sharp, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. It was no accident. The precision was absolute.
He stilled, his hand resting there, his own breath a warm puff against her wet shoulder. The only sound was the drumming of the water on the tiles and the ragged rhythm of her breathing. The sexual tension in the steam-filled space was so thick it was difficult to breathe. It was a silent question, a challenge hanging in the air between them, and the echo of his low voice was the only answer she needed.
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It was a silent question, a challenge hanging in the air between them, and the echo of his low voice was the only answer she needed.
He stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to undress. His clothes fell to the wet floor with a soft, dismissive sound. His body was exactly as she’d seen it in the steamy haze, but now, in the clear light of the shower, it was a devastating reality. Every cord of muscle was defined, a map of power and control.
And his cock, fully erect, was a thick, veined demand. It was every bit of 30 centimeters, a heavy, ruddy-headed intrusion into the space between them that made her mouth go dry.
He turned her to face him, his hands firm on her hips. His palms were warm and rough as they slid up her sides, over the slick skin of her waist, and cupped her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, sending sharp, electric jolts straight to her core. She gasped, her head falling back.
One hand slid down, palming the round, full curve of her ass, squeezing the flesh with a possessive intensity that made her knees weak. Then his touch gentled, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw before his thumb brushed softly over her lips. He watched deeply into her eyes, his green gaze holding her captive, seeing every flicker of desire and trepidation.
He leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It was a passionate, consuming conquest of her mouth, his tongue delving deep as his body pressed her back against the cool, wet tiles. The heat of him, the sheer, hard reality of his erection pressing against her stomach, short-circuited every thought.
When he broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily. "I want you to bring your friend, Dariana, right here, right now," he murmured against her lips, his voice a soft, hypnotic rumble. "Can you do that, sunshine?"
The request should have shocked her. It didn’t. It felt inevitable, a logical, filthy extension of the tension that had crackled between them since the alley. Almost mesmerized, Nicola nodded, her mind already painting the explicit picture. "Yes."
He released her, a small, approving smirk on his face. She stepped out of the shower on unsteady legs, water sluicing from her skin. She grabbed a thick, dark bathrobe from a hook, wrapping it around her trembling body without drying off. The fabric clung to her damp skin as she padded silently out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there, naked and magnificent under the falling water, and went after Dariana.
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The fabric clung to her damp skin as she padded silently out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there, naked and magnificent under the falling water, and went after Dariana. She found her still asleep in the armchair, a slim, tanned limb dangling over the side. Nicola knelt, her voice a hot, urgent whisper against Dariana’s ear. "He wants us. Both of us. Now."
Dariana’s dark eyes fluttered open, instantly alert and gleaming with understanding. A slow, wicked smile spread across her face as she uncurled from the chair with a dancer’s fluid grace. She didn't speak, simply followed Nicola back down the hall, her movements silent and predatory.
The bathroom was thick with steam and the sound of the shower. Axel had turned the water off, and he stood waiting for them, his body glistening with beads of moisture. Dariana’s sharp intake of breath was audible as her eyes locked onto his cock, its thick, veined length standing rigid from his body. "Holy fuck," she breathed, her gaze devouring the sight.
Axel approached the girls, his eyes locked on Dariana. "So, would you mind joining our little show? I heard you used to dance. Some new moves would come in handy."
Dariana said nothing, but smiled a pervy, knowing smile to him while she got naked. Her clothes pooled on the floor in a practiced, effortless motion, revealing her lean, flexible form and the round, beautiful ass Nicola had always envied. She moved closer, her dark eyes never leaving his.
"I'd enjoy some role play also. What do you say, girls?"
Both girls nodded, submissive, the shared electricity in the room making further words unnecessary.
"Good. Now, a handjob would be nice - just for the warm-up."
Dariana stepped forward without hesitation, her small, capable hand wrapping around the base of his shaft. Her touch was confident, her fingers not quite meeting as she began a slow, firm stroke. She used her other hand to cup his heavy balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she worked his length, her thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip.
Nicola watched, her own arousal a sharp, aching throb between her legs. She moved behind Dariana, her hands sliding over the smooth skin of her friend’s ass. She leaned in, her lips finding Dariana’s neck, tasting the salt of her skin as she watched the mesmerizing, filthy rhythm of Dariana’s hand on Axel’s monstrous cock. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the wet, slick noise of her fist moving up and down his rigid flesh.
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The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the wet, slick noise of her fist moving up and down his rigid flesh. Axel’s head was tilted back, his eyes closed, a low groan rumbling in his chest. He watched Dariana’s expert hands for a moment longer, then his sharp green eyes found hers. "I know you're hungry, sweetheart, but would you let Nicola taste this cock first?"
Dariana accepted with a wicked grin, releasing his shaft with a final, possessive squeeze. "All yours, Nic," she purred, stepping back to watch.
Nicola dropped to her knees without hesitation, the hard tiles a dull shock against her skin. She took the thick, leaking head into her mouth, her tongue flattening against the slit to taste his salt. She worked to take more of him, her jaw straining as she pushed down, her lips stretching tight around his girth.
"Tell her what a slut she is," Axel commanded Dariana, his voice rough as he tangled a hand in Nicola's damp hair.
Dariana approached, kneeling beside Nicola and whispering directly into her ear. "You are Axel's newest slut, Nic!" Her voice was a giggling, filthy taunt. "That's so great, but not as great as his cock, right! Lubricate that cock as good as possible, cause it will go right into that nice pussy of yours!"
While Nicola sucked, bobbing her head with frantic energy, Axel pulled Dariana up into a deep, sloppy kiss. Their tongues fought as his hands roamed her body, finding the round, perfect curve of her ass. He squeezed the firm flesh, then brought his palm down in a sharp, stinging slap that echoed in the steamy room. He did it again and again, the red prints of his hand blooming on her tanned skin as they devoured each other's mouths.
He broke the kiss, his breathing harsh. "Enough," he growled, pulling Nicola to her feet by her hair. He turned her, bending her over the cool, damp counter, her reflection wide-eyed and flushed in the mirror. He spat into his hand, slicking his cock, and pressed the broad head against her dripping entrance. "Now you get what you've been thinking about since you walked in on me."
He drove into her with a single, brutal thrust, burying every thick inch inside her in one searing, stretching moment. Nicola screamed, a raw, guttural sound torn from her lungs as her fingers scrambled for purchase on the slick countertop. Her body convulsed around the sudden, overwhelming invasion. "Fuck! It's so deep!"
"Watch yourself take it," Axel grunted, his hands vise-like on her hips as he began to piston into her, each thrust a savage claim. His eyes were locked on their reflection—on her face contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy, on the way her body yielded to his. Dariana watched, too, her own hands sliding between her legs, her fingers circling her clit in time with his relentless rhythm.
The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, of Nicola’s choked sobs and Axel’s guttural curses. "Such a tight fucking cunt," he snarled, pounding into her, his own release building like a storm. He was using her, and she was taking every inch, her own pleasure cresting in a sharp, undeniable wave that shattered her completely.
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He was using her, and she was taking every inch, her own pleasure cresting in a sharp, undeniable wave that shattered her completely. Nicola’s screams dissolved into broken, sobbing whimpers as her body convulsed around his relentless thrusts, her nails scraping against the countertop. Axel held her hips firm, driving through her climax with a brutal, final pump that emptied him deep inside her with a guttural, satisfied groan.
He withdrew from her trembling body, his cock slick and glistening. "Now for the rebel," he growled, his gaze shifting to Dariana who was still fingering herself, her dark eyes blazing with defiant hunger.
"Think you can handle it?" Dariana sneered, though her voice hitched as her eyes dropped to his rigid, freshly-used length. "Doesn't look that special to me."
Axel’s laugh was a short, sharp bark. He closed the distance in two strides, grabbing a handful of her long brown hair and pulling her head back. "We'll see about that." He spun her around, bending her over the same counter, pressing her chest against Nicola’s damp, spent back. "Lick her clean," he ordered Dariana, shoving her face towards the mess of his and Nicola’s combined release trickling down Nicola’s inner thigh.
Dariana’s rebellious facade cracked for a second, a flicker of surprise, then raw excitement. She obeyed, her tongue snaking out to lap at the salty, bitter fluid from Nicola’s skin. Nicola moaned, her body jolting at the intimate contact, her head lolling back against Dariana’s shoulder.
"Fuck, you're both such sluts," Axel muttered, spitting into his palm and slicking his cock again before positioning himself at Dariana’s tight entrance. He didn't ease in; he slammed home in one vicious, tearing thrust that forced a choked scream from Dariana’s lungs.
"OH GOD! FUCK!" she shrieked, her body bowing against the counter, her knuckles turning white. The sheer, stretching fullness was overwhelming, a burning pressure that obliterated all her mockery. "It's so fucking deep! You're splitting me in half, you bastard!"
Axel set a punishing rhythm, his balls slapping against her with each drive. "Not so tough now, are you?" he grunted, his hands digging into the lean muscle of her hips.
"Go to hell!" Dariana gasped, but her defiance was morphing into pure, visceral need. "Is that all you've got? Fuck me harder, you coward!"
He obliged, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher, pounding into her with a force that shook the counter. Dariana’s screams turned into ragged moans, her head thrashing side to side. "Yes! Yes, you fucking animal! Right there!"
"Nicola," Axel commanded, his voice ragged with effort. "Make her come while I fuck her."
Still dazed and submissive, Nicola turned under Dariana, her face level with Dariana’s dripping sex. She could see the stretched, glistening flesh around Axel’s pounding cock. She leaned in, her tongue finding Dariana’s swollen clit, licking and sucking in frantic circles.
"Shit! Nic, don't stop!" Dariana begged, her body trapped between the two sensations—the brutal fullness from Axel and the sharp, precise flicking of Nicola’s tongue. She reached down, tangling her fingers in Nicola’s blonde hair, holding her in place. "I'm gonna come! I'm gonna fucking come all over your dick, you asshole!"
Axel drove into her with a final, ferocious series of thrusts, his own release triggered by her tightening heat and filthy words. "Take it, you dirty bitch," he roared, emptying himself inside her with a shuddering groan.
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His shuddering groan echoed in the steam-heavy air, a final, gut-deep sound of release. He stayed buried inside Dariana for a long moment, his weight pressing her into the counter, both of them slick with sweat and spent. Dariana’s own climax had been a sharp, screaming thing, and now she just trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps against Nicola’s back.
Axel pulled out, his cock glistening and still half-hard. He looked at the two women, a predatory satisfaction in his green eyes. "On the floor. Now."
His voice brooked no argument. They slid from the counter, their legs unsteady, sinking onto the plush, dark bathmat. The tiles were cool beneath their knees and palms. Axel stood over them, a powerful, looming figure. He grasped a handful of Nicola’s blonde hair, guiding her mouth to his cock, which was already thickening again with alarming speed. "Clean it," he commanded softly.
Nicola obeyed without hesitation, her tongue lapping at the mixed fluids coating his skin, the taste of both of them a bitter, arousing tang on her lips. She took him into her mouth, sucking him clean with a submissive devotion that made her core clench anew.
"Your turn, rebel," he said, his gaze shifting to Dariana.
Dariana, ever defiant even in her debasement, smirked up at him. "What, you need a maid service after you make a mess?" But she leaned in, her tongue tracing the thick vein along the underside of his shaft before swallowing him deep, matching Nicola’s efforts.
He let them work for a minute, their heads close together, a filthy, synchronized act of worship. Then he pulled back. "Enough. I want to see that famous flexibility, dancer." He pushed Dariana onto her back on the mat. "Nicola, on top of her. Reverse cowgirl. I want to watch her face while I’m in you."
THEY SWITCHED POSITIONS.
Dariana lay back, her dark hair fanning out, a wicked smile playing on her lips as Nicola straddled her hips, facing Axel. Nicola lowered herself, guiding Axel’s thick, renewed erection into her own slick, well-used entrance with a sharp, grateful cry. As Nicola began to ride him, rising and falling on his shaft, Dariana reached up, her hands finding Nicola’s breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples with rough expertise.
"Look at you," Dariana taunted, her voice husky, her eyes locked on Nicola’s blissful face. "You love this fat cock stretching you open, don't you, you greedy slut?"
"Yes! Gods, yes!" Nicola moaned, her body moving in a frantic rhythm, impaling herself over and over.
Axel’s hands gripped Nicola’s thighs, his thrusts meeting her downward strokes, the force of it jolting through both women. But his eyes were on Dariana. "You think you're just going to watch?" he grunted. "Get your mouth on her. Now."
Dariana didn't need to be told twice. She shifted, sliding further underneath Nicola, her head tilting back. She found Nicola’s clit with her tongue, licking and sucking in fast, desperate circles as Nicola fucked Axel above her.
The dual sensation was too much. Nicola’s back arched, a broken, wordless scream torn from her throat as she came, her internal muscles clamping down on Axel’s cock in violent, pulsing waves. Her body shook, nearly collapsing, but Axel held her firm, his own rhythm never faltering.
"Switch," he growled, the single word a command that cut through the haze of Nicola’s orgasm.
THEY SWITCHED POSITIONS.
In a tangle of limbs, they moved. Nicola rolled off, spent and trembling, onto the mat. Dariana immediately took her place, straddling Axel, but she faced him, her sharp eyes challenging. She sank down onto him with a slow, controlled motion, a deep, guttural groan escaping her as he filled her completely.
"Think you can make me break?" she panted, her hands braced on his chest, her hips beginning a slow, grinding circle.
"We'll see," Axel rasped, his hands sliding up to her small, firm breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. He bucked his hips upward, a sharp, brutal thrust that stole her breath.
"Fuck! Do that again," she demanded, her composure cracking.
He did, again and again, his upward drives meeting her frantic riding. "You like that, you rebellious little shit?" he snarled, his voice raw.
"I love it, you bastard! I love your fucking cock!" she screamed, her head thrown back, her body beginning to convulse around him. Her orgasm ripped through her, a raw, shuddering event that left her clawing at his chest.
With a final, powerful surge, Axel emptied himself inside her for the second time, his roar mingling with her choked cries. He held her hips down, keeping her fully impaled as he pulsed within her.
Complete silence fell, broken only by the ragged, overlapping sounds of their breathing. The three bodies lay tangled and slick on the bathroom floor, the steam finally beginning to clear. From the main room, the first true sounds of the waking city filtered in—a distant siren, the hum of a rising transport. The new day had arrived, and everything had changed.