Zafira Blu glided behind the counter, holding the ice cream spoon as if it were a magic wand. She cast a playful glance at Axel, then at Alix, and with a flick of magic, the gleaming tip of the spoon touched lightly on the cuff binding the boy's hands. A gentle snap echoed through the shop—a click almost musical—and one of Axel's hands came free, liberated as if it had never been restrained.
Before Alix could protest, Zafira waved the spoon again, and with a movement as quick as it was graceful, attached the other cuff to Alix's wrist. Axel and Alix stood there, hands linked by a circle of enchanted metal, looking at each other, unsure if it was magic, a trick, or simply one of the owner's pranks.
When their hands touched, a blue spark shot across their fingers, a jolt that seemed to blend electricity, warmth, and desire. The surprise made Alix pull her hand slightly, but Axel held on, feeling a shiver rush through his entire body. The touch was addictive, impossible to resist. Heat traveled up their arms and spread to their chests, vibrating in a way no nanotech drink, virtual experience, or chip could ever replicate.
Alix felt every synthetic cell in her body tremble. The sensation was so real that she lost her breath for a moment, as if her programming had glitched and made space for something utterly new. Axel's face was close, his eyes shining in the sorbet shop's soft light. She wanted to feel even more, and this time she didn't hold back.
Axel moved in slowly, his free hand cupping Alix's face, his touch warm and steady. The two gazed into each other for a timeless second, and then, as if pulled by an irresistible force, they kissed. The kiss started gentle, full of curiosity and surprise, but quickly turned hungry, urgent, a sharing of desires that had been bottled up for too long. Their tongues met, exploring flavors and wishes as their bodies drew closer and closer.
Zafira watched with a provocative smile, eyes half-closed, nibbling her lower lip. Her presence was like an extra spice in the mix, a promise that pleasure was just beginning.
The kiss grew more intense, and Alix, led by a newly awakened instinct, let her hands explore Axel's body, feeling each muscle, each line of his hot torso under his clothes. She slid her hand lower, finding his desire already pulsing, hard and exposed. Alix felt an indescribable urge, a hunger that seemed to come from deep in her chest, or some secret corner of her own code.
She knelt in front of Axel, her eyes fixed on his, and wrapped her hands around his shaft, feeling the hot, pulsing, almost living texture. Alix opened her mouth, took him in with growing desire, and began to suck slowly, curious about each new sensation. The taste was salty and sweet, utterly unlike anything she had ever known. Axel closed his eyes, his whole body trembling, breath quickening with every movement of Alix.
Axel's moans filled the hall, mixed with Alix's sighs, who now felt a kind of vicarious pleasure, as if the act of giving him pleasure was what excited her most. Heat spread through her body, her belly tight, her skin hypersensitive to every touch, every movement of tongue and lips.
Zafira, always attentive, drew even closer, carrying a small pot of ice cream that shone like liquid silver. With a provocative gesture, she dipped her fingers into the gelato, spreading it slowly across Alix's shoulders, tracing bright, cold trails along her skin. Then, she knelt and began to lick with her soft tongue, provoking chills and shivers all over the android's body.
Alix arched her back, divided between the pleasure of sucking Axel—who now moaned loudly, his eyes rolling back, and the incredible sensation of Zafira's tongue exploring her shoulders, nape, moving slowly down her spine. Every lick was a delightful shock, an invitation to total surrender. The ice cream ran, cold and sweet, blending with the heat of her skin, making everything more intense.
Between licks, Zafira murmured provocations.
"It's never too late to discover what's hidden inside you, Alix. Feel. Let pleasure do the rest."
Axel, completely surrendered, caressed Alix's hair, pulling gently, guiding her head as she sucked harder, with more rhythm, feeling Axel's whole body respond to her touch. His shaft pulsed inside her mouth, each movement provoking a louder, more desperate moan. Axel's eyes squeezed shut, his body arched, and for an instant he was lost, surrendering to that explosion of pleasure.
Smiling, Zafira slid her hands down Alix's waist, pulling her back. With delicacy and a certain natural command, she laid Alix on her side on the neon-lit floor. The magic spoon spun in the air and suddenly, Alix found herself with her legs spread, feeling the cold of the ice cream being spread slowly between her thighs, moving higher, higher, until it found her center of desire. The cold of the ice cream contrasted with the fire burning inside, making Alix shudder, moan with surprise and anticipation.
Zafira lowered herself between Alix's legs, her blue hair cascading like light across the android's thighs. She licked slowly, exploring every centimeter, every curve, every new frontier of pleasure. Zafira's tongue found the sensitive spot between Alix's legs and began to play there, now slowly, now faster, alternating between the ice cream's cold and the warmth of her mouth. Each movement was an invitation for Alix to forget the world, to forget who she was, to forget everything but that overwhelming sensation.
Axel, now catching his breath again, knelt beside them, his eyes gleaming with desire and surprise. He caressed Alix's body, murmuring words of encouragement, letting his hands explore without fear, without shame. The three formed a triangle of desire, pleasure, and discovery, each giving and receiving the most from one another.
Lost in sensations she'd never dared imagine, Alix gripped Zafira's shoulders, guiding the witch's head, moaning loudly, feeling a current shoot through her whole body. The world shrank to that moment, that touch, that tongue playing with her, the taste of the melting ice cream, and the heat of Axel's hands.
Zafira smiled between licks, looking up at Alix with eyes full of mischief and tenderness.
"Relax, my love… Here, you don't have to be anything but desire."
The night pressed on, and inside Gelato del Peccato, the limits of pleasure were just beginning.