Neon Desires – 8/10

The night pulsed, liquid, in the lights of Gelato del Peccato, and Zafira's magic floated in the air, making every gesture more intense, every sigh deeper.

Axel watched, paralyzed by desire and fascination, while Zafira explored Alix with her tongue, taking the android beyond the limits of her own programming. In that instant, it was as if Alix's processor had blue-screened, nothing made sense, only pleasure existed, heat, the sound of her own name escaping her lips in moans.

Alix's body trembled, legs spread, her belly pulsing in electric waves. Now and then, Zafira would glance up, locking eyes with Axel and smiling as if inviting him into a secret, a conspiracy woven from sweat, sweetness, and lust.

With every new lick, Alix arched further, her fingers digging into Zafira's shoulders, her sensors overloaded, everything was stimulus, everything was new.

Axel couldn't stand just watching anymore. Desire grew inside him like a fever, invading every centimeter of his body, pulsing in his belly, in his breath, his mouth dry with anticipation.

Zafira noticed Axel's hungry gaze and moved away from Alix, her lips shining with ice cream and pleasure. She stood, ran her hand down the android's body, and whispered in her ear with a voice full of promises:

"Now it's time to feel everything at once. Turn over for me, sweetheart."

Half dazed, half surrendered, Alix obeyed. Zafira guided her gently to the central counter, where the lights were even brighter and the cold marble contrasted with the heat burning inside her.

With slow movements, Zafira positioned Alix on her stomach, her hands resting on the counter, her breasts pressed against the colorful glass, her hair disheveled over her face, her body arched and ready for anything.

Axel approached, his heart pounding, desire marking every step. Zafira smiled, ran her hand down his arm, guiding him to Alix. With a husky whisper, she teased:

"She's ready. Feel her, Axel. Show her how much you want this."

Without thinking, Axel grabbed Alix by the waist, feeling her body vibrate under his touch. He positioned himself behind her, their bodies fitting together as if made for each other.

The heat, the scent, the trembling anticipation, all amplified by the magical atmosphere of the ice cream shop, made the experience almost unreal.

With a precise movement, Axel slid into Alix, slowly at first, testing the limits of her newly awakened pleasure. Her body opened up, welcoming Axel as if that was the only thing that mattered in the world.

The sensation was unlike anything, as if all her bodily connections lit up at once, each impulse running through circuits, fibers, synthetic flesh, and soul.

Alix threw her head back, letting out a loud moan she couldn't control. The cold counter made the sensation even sharper, and Axel quickened his rhythm, lost in waves of pleasure.

Each thrust was an electric shock, an explosion of sensations that never seemed to end.

Zafira, always in control, moved to the front of the counter. She climbed up gracefully, her long, perfect legs glowing under the neon. Slowly, she spread her thighs, eyes locked on Alix, her mouth curled in a smile that promised sin and discovery.

She didn't need to say anything. As if hypnotized, Alix was drawn by a new instinct. The android lowered her head between Zafira's legs, guided by the intoxicating scent, the promise of a new kind of pleasure.

Alix's lips found Zafira's center, her tongue exploring without fear, eagerly, as if hungry for experience and sensation.

With every lick, Zafira let out throaty moans, her fingers weaving into Alix's hair, pulling gently, guiding the rhythm. The taste was a mix of cold ice cream, warm skin, and pure desire, a nearly sacred experience.

Alix surrendered completely, sucking, licking, provoking and being provoked, feeling Zafira's legs tremble and her body curve backward.

Axel watched, lost between the pleasure of being inside Alix and the delirium of seeing the two women together, exploring, feeling, living it all to the fullest.

He sped up his movements, his hands gripping Alix's waist, his whole body pulsing with desire. Alix moaned, torn between the pleasure she received from Axel and the pleasure she gave Zafira, her senses tangled in a dance of stimulation, heat, and energy.

The shop seemed to spin around them, the lights flashing in their own rhythm, the music changing to something slower, deeper, more sensual.

The scent of ice cream, skin, sweat, and desire filled the air, every breath an invitation to dive even deeper into that world of delights.

Zafira mounted the counter, leaning back, opening her legs wider for Alix, who licked without hesitation, with hunger, tasting every nuance of flavor and sensation.

The witch threw her head back, her blue hair spread like a halo, her entire body vibrating in response to the android's touch.

Axel, feeling his whole body tingle, pressed even deeper, his thrusts becoming more intense, deeper, making Alix shudder beneath him.

Each movement made Alix suck Zafira even harder, as if searching for a hidden secret, a flavor only she could discover.

The sound of moans mixed with the lights, the music, the heavy breathing of the three, filling the whole space with desire.

Zafira opened her eyes, gazed at Alix with tenderness and mischief. She ran her hand over Alix's face, wiping a drop of ice cream from her chin, and whispered:

"Yes, darling… more, don't stop…"

Driven by an inexplicable urge, Alix increased the rhythm, sucking Zafira as if there were no tomorrow, feeling the taste spread over her tongue, sliding down her throat, turning into energy, pleasure, pure happiness.

Her body responded to Axel's touch, to Zafira's heat, to everything at once, without limits, without guilt.

In that moment, it was as if there was no past, no protocol, no programming, only desire, only pleasure, only surrender.

The shop spun, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, and the world outside disappeared.

At Gelato del Peccato, the night was eternal, and desires never ended.