Disclaimer: I don't own SOTET, it belongs to Square/Tri-Ace.
A/N: There's a little humor in the beginning. This is the longest chapter and made 5 pages.
WARNING: This part contains all AxS AND a semi-descriptive lemon/smut. It is also semi-angsty at the end. And this is 'not' the last chapter. Ok, now that you know this, you may go on.
PART 18
The doctor, mumbled, "We might have to cut open her womb to take out the baby. This is a task not performed by most and most women do not survive but there is a good chance the child will live."
"What the hell? How can this be?" He growled menacingly at the woman standing before him.
"Mr. Ivyn, please accept our deepest condolences for your wife."
He pushed the woman down, "Maggot, that is not my wife, I am not Mr. Ivyn, nor is that the right patient. You imbecilic fool."
She stumbled, mumbling apologies, "Albel Nox!"
He opened the door gruffly, not caring whether she was being sutured or not. "Tell me what's going on!"
Sophia was lying on a bed. She smiled when she saw him barge him, though still weak.
Another female doctor, recognized to be a woman he had captured before.
Tynave said, "Yes, she seems to be doing fine. She will have to take it easy for awhile."
"Get out, all of you!" He growled.
They shuffled out with haste, leaving only a broken Sophia before him.
"You don't have to be so harsh on them. They did help me after all," She smiled, saying.
He towered over her body that was covered by blankets. Her shoulders bare, implying what she wore beneath.
His face hovered over her, "Would you like to know how much of an annoyance you are?"
She leaned far into her pillow, softly saying, "Depends is it good…?"
"I'll tell you…" He licked his lips, bending further down to press his lips against hers, nipping the bottom lip.
She yelped a bit at the pain, but returned to press her lips against his nonetheless. Her hand carried to his cheek, healing him with a light blue touch of her hand. The basic spell did not make use of her staff that merely amplified her power.
He trailed his tongue slowly to her shoulder, biting it with the canines of his mouth, "You shouldn't have done that."
She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, "Why not? You were hurt."
He smirked into her collarbone, "Now you will know the most pleasurable painful chaos."
Her eyes widened, "But!"
He placed a clawed finger to her lips, murmuring, "You owe this to me. There's no turning back now…"
She opened her lips, letting the sharp weapon into her mouth, sucking on it softly.
A motion so innocent, like a little child with a lollipop. He wondered what else might fit within that sinless mouth of hers…
He watched so amused, erotic as it was, small ideas popped within his mind. He would discover new uses for that claw.
He climbed over her, his knees, pinching her waist. The blanket formed tightly to her body, revealing nothing but the gently sloping curves of her body. The nipples of her breasts were starting to perk up at the pressed blanket.
She was timid to the feeling of stiffness, his lower body produced. Even before he held her to that spot, she noticed how strained he had become.
He slowly peeled the blankets from her body without much of a fight. And slowly her body was revealed to him. With the first sign of her female anatomy, pointed from the deep coldness that suddenly enveloped them.
He bent low, slipping the bud between his teeth, gently lapping the soft skin up. His free hand gently cupped the untouched breast, massaging it within his long fingers. His clawed hand still pulled down the blanket steadily, is mouth eventually attending the other dry point.
Her lips moaned softly of pleasure that she had not known before, her body, writhing beneath him. This sensation that was knew to her but she figured this would be a time of many new moments for her.
He threw the blanket off her, gazing at her thin, slender form. Her resisted the urge to ravish her immediately but oddly feeling different then when he wanted to immediately take with others, he would savor this time with Sophia. He would make sure this; her first time would be one that she remembered.
She watched him work with the most top-profession skill levels, knowing exactly where he was going. She had read her set of books on this kind of thing but never knowing the true extent of what a man could really do, what she may feel.
She murmured, unhappily. Her voice whimpered as she watched him.
He looked up at her pout that seemed to lure in into her trap, now that he had seen it, he would give her anything she asked. He whispered out almost incoherently, "Hm…what is it?"
"It's not fair."
He moved his body, directly over hers, staring at her in the eyes.
He only saw a mischievous glint in her eyes before he was rolled onto his back and she had sat upon his waist.
Her lips had pressed against his, he immediately responded to, opening her mouth with his tongue. They touched, her more tentative and his forceful. He was aggressive against hers, while they danced, entwining.
With little of his awareness, she was able to slip off his indigo top and light armor. Her hands glided over the sculpture that was his body. Slowly her fingers crept lower, into the fabric of his skirt.
She gently touched his erection, surprised at how hard and he had become.
He smirked into the kiss, muttering, "Like?"
She dared herself to actually grace him with her presence but now she wasn't sure where to go. Her hand hovered over his length but decided against touching it once more.
She put her hands on his waist, slowly rubbing the skin, going downwards with care. She didn't press very hard but just grazed the warmth of his skin with a light feeling.
She worked around his manhood, placing only bits of tension around it. She softly pressed points upon him and around his firm thighs.
He groaned, snapping at her to continue. His body softly shook at her touch, but not even feeling his entire form yet. His impatience for her to continue more was made obvious when he gripped her hand, and started to move toward his cock.
Her hands slowly stroked him, fingers gripping him gently. Her hand massaged the entire form. She didn't know what made men happy, especially in this area, and she began with the soft tapping upon his head, trembling.
The soft touch of her hand was nothing he had thought. She knew her skin was soft but against his lower member, he wanted so bad to feel what it was like inside her if her hand had been so gentle, however her hand still did not keep steady.
He gasped, noticing that when he did so, her hand had seemed to become more comfortable with him. He growled in the response, knowing would revenge soon enough.
She dared herself remove his skirt, continuing to pet him, hope that his groaning was out of pleasure and not irritation. Her hand could be kept steady, squeezing softly upon his tender skin, trying to hide her giggles.
He grabbed her wrist, pinning her on the other edge of the bed so that she was underneath him once more.
"Did you think you could get away with that?" He sneered. "Maybe I should teach you a few things about what skill is."
She tried to soften to intake of air, whimpering softly to what unknown he was talking about. But she nodded nonetheless.
His claw traveled down her bare stomach to the edge her waist, slowly running the surface between the inner of her legs. He parted them, just as he caressed her thigh.
Sophia yelped softly, the cold metal, surprising her. The rush of icy tension in her legs caused her to lean her legs together to keep the warmth but the sharp digits of his claw stopped her from doing so.
"Are a little cold?" He asked, just above a whisper.
She nodded, biting her lip through a small pout that she could not help but express.
A dark looked entered his eyes, he lifted her legs upon his shoulders, letting his cheek run down her leg, slowly moving around the fleeting warmth of her inner thigh. He continued, leaning further in. He placed his mouth at her folds; letting his tongue part them as slowly let it flit over the edge of her clitoris.
She opened her mouth to scream but bit down on the edge of her thumb to keep herself quiet. She couldn't quite comprehend the feeling of strange warmth slipping into her, her free hand played with the tips of his hair.
Though it was something she decided she liked, her legs started to close up, slightly fearing this new touch. Her mind was dazed with such a foreign notion but her voice had slipped up and moaned softly of this. She wondered what this kind of thing had felt like but never actually dared herself to wander far in her thoughts.
Inwardly he could only imagine what he was doing to her. He held her legs open so that she didn't struggle as much as she looked to be attempting.
He filled her, feeling the soft moistness of warmth already seeping from her. Letting his tongue soak up the juices that were seeping from her body he smirked, mumbling, "Very intriguing."
She started to get quite squeamish of what he was doing to her and she writhed, not sure if it was pleasure or torment. She tried to move away but because of him, she was held firmly in place to only feel more torture. The weight in her lower body became strained for the moment, anxious.
She whimpered, trying to get him to stop but through his rough actions, she could only yelp softly between gasps.
His tongue receded and returned with twice the speed. The swiftness with his tongue could only be measured against this true agility, which was surprising to none and especially not to her.
Within a few moments, she felt her body tense up and she arched her back, pressing her head backwards far into the pillow. And the sudden relax hit her quickly with immense waves of what could only be called pleasure.
Albel had licked up the all the juices that ran down her leg, slowly, letting his tongue linger upon the soft skin. He appeared above her, using his claw to bend the back of her neck, biting the edge of her neckline.
The metallic fingers ran down her shoulder, causing her to shiver.
Giddy, she whispered, "That…was…"
"Hm?" He asked, a smug expression on his face, predicting the response.
Her daring surprised her, "So that's what erotic is. That's better then anything I can imagine."
He licked her ear, "I can think of a few things…"
He set his body above hers, his cock at the tip of her now moist entrance. His body murmured, "Now…this will hurt…"
She nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. She laced her arms around his neck, gripping tightly to him, her ankles curved around his body.
He meant to begin slowly but his nature was against this, slamming into her body with force. His hand moved around her mother to stifle her scream, gazing at her. Though his body protested for him to continue, he did pause, asking through his eyes if she was all right.
Her eyes watered, nodding into his palm. She could feel the warm blood trickling down her leg, but tried not to pay attention to this.
He paced himself, slowly rocking her body with his own, going in deeply before quickly removing himself from her body.
She gripped him and quickly the pain became much more then that. Her mouth opened to a squeal at first but moaned when she found his paced sped up.
He grunted, not glancing down until just then, he saw the warm vermilion fluid. And his mind became blinded with the color, pressing his body against hers more roughly, almost angrily.
She felt a scream building up in her throat but the sound was still blocked by Albel's hand over her mouth. She shook her head, finally biting into his hand, releasing her mouth.
She gasped for air, "Albel!" She whined, tears, welling up.
She looked at him but his expression was morphed in to a darkened gaze. Though he still looked to be himself, the glint of maliciousness was of great prominence. She hadn't been shaken by much anymore since the start of two years before, but now… she trembled.
He blinked, not seeing anything but until his name whispered from her voice, was he able to see. He saw her writhe beneath him but not the way he imagined.
She was trying to get away from him, and he saw fear in her eyes. He didn't release her, just watching in surprise. He bowed his head mutter, "I…" But nothing came from his voice; just a horse sound of his mouth gaped, opening and closing.
He closed, not being able to convey his thoughts in to words. Still, he couldn't bring himself to let her get away. His mind was the only that had stopped; his body ached for more, to be pleased. He stilled himself, leaving himself, fully within Sophia.
She whimpered and cried. Her hands had dug into his skin, trying to get away from him. Her heart had sagged and she couldn't understand what was going on, just that she needed to go and flee from him.
This wasn't supposed to be how she had her first time, she wanted something special but she was truly afraid. But when stopped, she winced, trying to resist glancing at him. When she looked up, she saw him come back to his senses.
He bent down, holding her body to him. Still he couldn't say anything but all he could do is just hold her shivering form until she, too, stilled. His chest had a pain of regret, but all he could do now was wait to see if she forgave him.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing him further into her. She let her tears flow freely.
He shook his head, gripping her more tightly, trying to keep her quiet, while he found his voice that had forsaken him.
READ A/N: I thought this was a well-deserved lemon for AxS since it has been the entire story and they didn't have very much. I'm not sure how descriptive it was and in my opinion, it wasn't. This took me quite a long time to write because I deleted some stuff and rewrote things. I didn't actually think it would be 5 pages. But please, I want to know if the lemon was well-written because all the other ones, I wrote were small things that I didn't put much effort or serveral pages into. Sorry if you don't like AxS and had a hard time getting through this. The next part will be something of what everyone's doing so it won't center around Albel and Sophia anymore. This was a long author's not but I felt, I needed to explain myself some.
Thanks for reading.