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The buzz was settling in, which was probably because malt liquor had more alcohol in it compared to regular beer. He had to be careful, especially since he didn't know what his own tolerance was like. So the Berserker began to simply just sip at it, or even too just hold the beer within his hand. Eventually it was set down upon the table while his eyes focused upon the screen of their television. He wasn't even paying attention really, just biding his time. Were they watching a movie? A regular TV show series? Static? Ugh, all he could think about was Abigail Hunter in that drop dead, fucking sexy as hell, dress! He bit his lip in thought, chewing on it gently as he tried to keep himself from getting all wound up and bolting to Abigail's room right now.

Alexander had to be careful though. Hanna was still awake, but peering over, he could see Hanna starting to sway a bit, but he was sure it wasn't from the alcohol. More like fighting to stay awake. So, it was already settling in? He never knew Hannabelle to fall asleep while drinking, and honestly (now that he looked at how much was left), he expected her to burn through more. Maybe a couple of seconds ago, the shape shifter pulled out the sixth can, leaving four more left thanks to his own participation. Maybe she was out of the game or something, which made him mentally chuckle. Though, this was definitely turning into the perfect opportunity. Especially when he watched as Hannabelle slowly began to lean over.

Her head soon rested upon his lap, and he reached out to grasp her can, which he heard some tiny amount of malt liquor swishing around. They didn't have any bug problems, so it would be best to keep it that way. Afterwards though, he gazed down upon Hanna's sleeping face and gave a gentle, although guilty smile. "I love you too..." 'You fucking creep, ugh. How you're going to live with yourself after this is beyond me...' Alexander said to himself before waiting a bit. She was probably deep asleep, especially with the alcohol warming her belly, but he wanted to make certain. So it was perhaps a good ten or so minutes before ever so carefully, Alexander slipped from underneath Hannabelle, replacing his lap with a pillow from the couch. He even turned off the TV. "Sleep well, Hanna..." He said softly.

God, he never moved so fast in his life, though he did so with practiced stealth and ease. Like he was some born thief that lived in the shadows. Alexander slowly pushed open Abigail's door, it being slightly ajar as the woman seemed so tired that she forgot to close it. Though thanks to the lack of light from the television, it was a bit dark. He held his breath and spent a moment to let his eyes adjust, and soon, he laid eyes upon Abigail's skin. Her dress didn't play well with the dark, but as he drew closer, he could make it out just barely. 'Just... Just this once. And that's it.' Alexander was apparently trying to remind himself as he crept closer and closer, soon at the edge of Abigail's bed as she laid upon her back. The swell of her chest rose and fall with her breath, bringing immediate attention to her breasts. Alexander swallowed a lump in his throat and reached out slowly...

Upon cupping her breasts, he shivered with perverse delight. He squeezed gently, careful not to wake the woman. But, he wanted a bit more. Daringly, those hands of his slipped in from the top of her dress and bra, touching her skin directly. Though, before anything else, Alexander looked to Abigail's face to confirm she wasn't awake or moving. Afterwards, he bit his lip in excitement and began to massage again. His fingers teasingly brushed along her nipples, teasing the buds to erect peaks as he felt his cock harden immediately, already at full mast. Could he... could he get away with maybe even slipping inside her? Alexander started panting at the thought as ever so gently, he leaned over and kissed and licked at her cleavage.

'Fuck, she tastes fucking good...'
 
Hannabelle was definitely down for the count. She didn't even move when he placed her head on the pillow, though she did softly mutter his name. Almost as if she knew he was leaving her to see Abigail...but that was next to impossible considering how drunk she was.

The moment Alexander would enter Abigail's room, he'd smell a few things other than her scent..which was all over the room since she spent so much time in it. The smell of perfume, freshly washed clothes and sheets, and some other girly scents. Abigail's room was clean from top to bottom, and the faint glow of her open bedroom window illuminated her pale skin but did nothing for her dress. Abigail was sleeping with one arm draped over her forehead, and the other against her stomach. She had always been a heavy sleeper, so she didn't even move when he climbed upon the bed next to her.

When he would cup her breast, it would feel as if she was wearing a bra on the outside. However, if he was aware enough, he would find out that it was simply the built in bra inside of her dress. She wasn't wearing anything other than the dress, those panties, and of course her stockings and even her boots. She sighed softly upon feeling the warmth of his hand touching her chest, but her eyes didn't open. They weren't even close to opening. "Mnnn..Alexander." She mumbled softly as he began to play with her mounds. Her nipples immediately reacted to the attention, getting fully erect in seconds. The tie around her neck that held the dress up was becoming loose as he molested her, allowing him easier access.

Another shiver and a soft moan released from her lips as she arched her back a little, her arm sliding off her face and resting just next to him. She was still asleep, but her body seemed to enjoy his attention. Whatever shred of conscious Abigail held right now believed that what she was feeling was apart of a dream. A dream where her and Alexander made love all night, kissing passionately and touching each other in ways they probably shouldn't. Which explained why she had whispered his name earlier upon feeling his touch.
 
Every scent that filled his nostrils seemed to make him feel all the more eager to be there with Abigail. He longed when his own room could smell like her, an aroma that he would forever remember after tonight. He dreamnt of nights where they could sleep together peacefully, perhaps cuddled up close to one another and enjoy the contact. It didn't have to be a night of passionate sex, it could even be just something soft and simple. Maybe just the ordinary turning in for the night. Alexander longed for that deeply. He longed for her companionship for god knows how long. Even he had forgotten. It just... it felt like Alexander had been thinking about Abigail since time began. That's how deep his feelings felt. In this moment, they only seemed to spur on his current lusts.

He wasn't too knowledgeable about how a dress like this worked, and he did thought at first she had a bra on. Though the more the top of his hands brushed the fabric, he found it to be her actual dress. Gah, why did he even care right now? Whatever. Alexander just enjoyed the feeling of those wonderful breasts within his palms, squeezing them with need. His breath picked up more so, but suddenly, Abigail mumbled his name. For fear of being caught, his entire body froze still. Slowly, Alexander peered at her face, trying to see if her own eyes were gazing back at him. But, no. Was she dreaming? Of him? Alexander felt excitement coursing through his veins, but also a great deal of joy. She wasn't dreaming of any other man right now, but him. His efforts at feeling up her sleeping form were redoubled, but he still continued on with caution.

For a moment, Alexander teased her nipples completely. He gently rolled them between his index fingers and thumbs, even playfully tugging them. He wanted to hear her say his name again. Oh he yearned for it! After tugging gently, Alexander noticed how her dress was staying up, the string around her neck going from its place upon her throat to the dress itself. His fingers slipped up her chest, caressing her cleavage until he came to her throat, working the string easily. There were a couple of moments where Abigail might have looked like she was stirring, and Alexander froze still once more. He was only lucky that she didn't do anything else like roll over. So with a silent sigh of relief, Alexander pressed on until he managed to undo the tied string, letting it fall upon the mattress beneath her. Then slowly, he worked on peeling her dress down to reveal her chest. It felt like an eternity, watching more and more of her cleavage become exposed to the air. But once he finally freed her breasts with her hard nipples exposed to the night air, the Berserker had to use all his self control to not moan out loud.

Even in the dark, they were beautiful. All of her body was beautiful. And he just couldn't help himself as he gazed longingly at her body. He also couldn't stop himself as he leaned forward and began to suckle upon her right nipple. A warm, eager tongue circled along her areola before flicking against the hardened nub lightly several times before giving one particularly energetic flick. He then enclosed his lips and began to suck. Gentle, at first. But as he continued, he began to put a little more suction behind it, mindful not to make too loud of a sound or too much pressure. The glistening nipple soon left his mouth, and he lovingly kissed it before moving to its twin. He offered it the save services. Tracing with his tongue. Licking with the broad, wet expanse of warmth. And then finally giving it a tender suckle.

All the while, a stray hand decided to slither down and slip underneath her dress. He could feel the warmth there, recalling the sensations it caused him when she so tightly wrapped around his length, squeezing him hard in ecstasy. He first rubbed through her panties, the lacy material doing nothing to hide the feeling of her nether lips beneath the fabric, nor the wetness that would begin to pool behind it. God, he wanted her right now. But, he wanted to build this moment up, he wanted to enjoy her body more. So those naughty fingers slowly tugged and moved the fabric of her panties out of the way, exposing her naked cunt before rubbing up and down her lips. It came naturally now, that near quiet groan that vibrated against the nipple in his mouth. His fingers were gentle and curious, caressing her delicate flower and even spreading her open teasingly. But they soon settled upon the buzzer of pleasure just north of her entrance. Slowly, softly, he began to press and rub upon her clit. The other unoccupied hand took the breast that he had in his mouth and began to squeeze and knead the flesh, drowning in the act of molesting Abigail in her sleep.

What were her dreams of? Did Alexander come into her mind, rest her back upon this same bed and take her lovingly? Did he press into her depths just like before? He liked to think that Abigail was smiling and gasping in delight. He fantasized about her cry for more. About how she wrapped herself around him and refused for him to leave her body. Alexander loved this woman, and he would grant her every pleasure in the world if she would let him. But right now, with how badly he wanted her, Alexander couldn't wait any longer for her.
 
Abigail reacted to every little thing he did. Especially when he began give her tits even more attention with his mouth. The sensation was enough to bring her more into reality, and yet she was still asleep. She felt every single one of his tongue strokes, and each one made her shiver or make some sort of faint noise of pleasure. Of course his molesting made her start to get wet. It was a very familiar aroma that he would experience.

Abigail's eyebrow twitched. What was she dreaming about? It was obviously him, but...she was imagining something much more tame than this. A wedding night with him. Maybe how she thought their first experience should have been, after marriage. Abigail had never experienced anything to do with sex. Of course she felt strange urges once and a while, but they were ignored. She was too busy focusing on her magic to really get into it. And the stories that she heard from Hanna really disgusted her anyway. Only because she couldn't think of one person in the world who she'd want to do that with. But now that she could, well she couldn't stop dreaming about it.

"Mnn...Alexander. You're a pervert." She mumbled as a hand went to the back of his head. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed him further into chest, encouraging him to suckle on her even more. At this point, one could assume she was awake. But she was still unconscious, enjoying the pleasures of her dreams. They were in perfect sync with every action he did. She even started moving her hips subtly upon feeling his fingers play with her clitoris. It only made her even wetter. "..S-stick it in." She begged him shyly. It could have been anything. His finger..his cock. Who knew what the naughty mage was dreaming of.

Abigail's hand reached down and she moved his further down her slit. It seemed for now, she just meant his fingers. Even in her dreams the woman was shy, but she knew what she wanted when it came to foreplay. She finally got his finger to slip inside of her and she softly moaned in delight. It felt good enough for her to start rocking her hips to make his finger move in and out of her body. And she wasn't holding back. She wanted him to make her feel good, and she wasn't going to hold back with the Alex in her slowly unraveling dream that was soon coming to an end.
 
The moment Abigail's voice ran into his ears, Alexander froze. Fuck, was she awake?! He even tensed up more the moment her hand touched the back of his head. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!' He cursed within his mind, ready for those fingers to suddenly grab at his white roots and start yanking in rage. Instead though, Alexander soon found his face mashed into the sweet mound of her breasts. Confused was probably just scratching the surface. His eyes peered up to her face to check, lips still latched on to her nipple. Her eyelids were still closed. Was Abigail just associating her dream with what was going on now? It was strange, but Alexander found it truly erotic. Especially how both her body and voice begged him to continue on. Stick it in? Alexander's hand upon one of her breasts actually reached down to undo his jeans, unzipping and unbuttoning the fly, grasping the eager meat within his palm before stopping. Abigail seemed to be guiding him?

A pair of fingers were suddenly sinking into her folds, and he groaned at that softly. "So wet..." He sighed out. Abigail's body began to rock up and down on those digits, but it wasn't long before Alexander began to work a rhythm with the Mage. Even if she was asleep, this side of Abigail was completely new to him. Just like Alexander, she knew what she wanted now, even in her half conscious state. More so than that, she was getting what she wanted. There was such eagerness in her hips, such desire. It was such an arousing display that Alexander remained still upon her breast while he watched her body fuck itself with his fingers. His other hand started stroking his own arousal as well, occasionally brushing against her inner thigh. A streak of precum painted her skin naughtily, and if there was some additional light, it would have glistened beneath it.

"Keep going, Abby." He mouthed against her breast, licking the nipple tenderly. "You feel so hot and wet, I'm going nuts." His voice was filled with lust, and he was starting to forget that the woman was asleep. They were both eager in this act, even if Abigail didn't know that this was much more physical than her dream set up. Even if Dream Alexander was teasing her and fingering her with a warm, loving smile, maybe on their honeymoon night that was promised to be filled with passionate love making, the real Alexander was seeking out her own pleasure as well. Compared to their first time together, this would be more loving. More caring for Abigail's pleasure. He'd make up for the lack of gentleness before.

Though he was very much eager. Too eager, even. 'I can't wait any longer...!' Alexander bit his lips after releasing her glistening nipple. He'd shift up slightly, between Abigail's legs as he brought his erection to her exposed cunt. The Berserker only took a moment to remove his tank top and throw it... somewhere. Fuck, he didn't care. Because now he was rubbing against her entrance, that hot flesh searing against the wet, inviting hole that was her own womanhood. Alexander didn't even see the woman starting to come to and awaken. But she was about to wake up in a much more better way. At least he hoped. Alexander just wanted to be inside he right now!

With how wet she was, he went in easily. But he also went in rather quickly and unceremoniously. Perhaps it was all his excitement, but he had definitely crossed the point of no return, especially with how his entire length filled her wet folds. "F-Fuck..." He grunted deeply and panted heavily, looking towards her face. OH shit... she was awake! Before she could anything, Alexander just clasped a hand over her mouth, his other hand coming to his own lips to press a single finger to it, telling her to be quiet. "Shh!" As if they could hush, and like he had any real authority to tel that to a woman he was raping. Again.

After removing his hand, Alexander just gazed into her eyes. He didn't look away, and he didn't move right now. As eager as he was, now that she was awake, he was almost waiting for her to get used to this. Not raping or molesting her, but their connection. There was a small moment, and honestly, he ignored any protests or complaints. He would even cut her off by kissing her passionately. Toned hips began to slide his length in and out of her tight folds, causing Alexander to break their kiss to moan. "Abby..." Her name came out with pure craving and feeling. "Abby, I want you so bad..." He confessed, already starting to quicken his pace. They would have to be quiet. Even if Hanna was fast asleep, they couldn't be too loud. Even if it may be slight, they could still possibly wake her up, and that would be a can of worms that would end badly for both of them.
 
"Mnnn." Abigail loved the way his fingers felt. Her cunt wrapped around them so tightly, and she reveled in the sensation. She panted softly as she listened to him speak. She was slowly waking up, but she kept her eyes clothes. What was going on? Her nipples felt good, and she could hear the sounds her wet pussy was making. They were loud, and her hips wouldn't stop moving even though she was slowly becoming aware this wasn't a dream. Alexander? Was Alexander really in her room right now? Doing all the naughty things she thought he would do? She struggled to open her eyes, but suddenly his finger slipped out of her, and she could felt the head of his cock pressing against her wet, eager pussy. This..this wasn't a dream.

Her eyes fluttered open as she saw Alexander looking down at her. Before she could yell and scream at him for this, he pushed his hips forward and made her cry out in surprise. He had slipped into her so easily, and Abigail was still sore from their first time earlier. Wait..she was still fully clothed. He hand even bothered to take off her panties! Was he this eager? She glared up at him when they're eyes met, and before she could say anything his hand was on top of her mouth. She still tried to talk, telling him to get off her even though her body was squeezing him tight and welcoming his cock that was so deep inside of her. He would feel every subtle twitch of her tunnel as the mage tried to ignore the waves of pleasure crashing inside of her and making her even wetter for him.

She especially glared at him when he told her to hush...and the moment he moved his hand away from her mouth she was about to go off. But he kissed her, and for a moment..she just forgot her words. This didn't feel like when she kissed Pietro. It felt...better. And Abigail lost herself in it quickly, her lips moving against his before she started to feel him draw back out of her. She moaned loudly, enough to make her move her hand to her own face. "Ungh~!" Why did hearing him call her name like that make her so hot? She could barely think, especially when he started bucking his hips inside of her. This was..this was wrong! She couldn't let him think he could take her whenever he wanted like this even though it was pretty much the hottest thing she ever experienced. She was caught between what her brain wanted and her heart wanted.

"Alexander....stop..." She moaned quietly, realizing Hanna could be awake. She didn't want her to know. If she knew then Pietro might find out, and if he was going to Abigail wanted to be the one that told him, not anyone else. But despite her request, Abigail was moving her hips right along with him. God it felt so good, and she was already feeling like she was close to cumming. No..she would never admit to him that this felt good. Her body might have been telling him that...because it wouldn't listen to her. But she'd never tell him that she liked this, not when she was so confused about how to handle it all. She weakly and almost teasingly pressed her hands up against his chest to push him away but...she wasn't even trying. No, by the looks on her face and the sounds of her moans..she wanted to make him think she was fighting back, but she also wanted to enjoy it.
 
Her body just accepted every little thing that he did to her, though she glared at him rather angrily. Normally, that would deter him. Normally that would deter anyone, really. Why did it just make him want to become more and more defiant? Alexander didn't know, but as she began changing her tune quickly, he focused solely on enjoying the sensations that they were experiencing together. "I can't stop." He would moan out in response, looking down at her. How could she even want him to stop? There was no way he could. Alexander did the exact opposite instead, driving into her body again and again. The man held his voice back, hearing Abigail do the same. This allowed the sound of his cock entering into her wet snatch to echo gently around them, which only added to the eroticism of it all. Fuck, Abigail was so damn hot.

"Abby, I won't stop." He sighed out, his face twisting with a struggle. He underestimated just how much he really wanted her, and the more she seemed to give out a weak struggle, Alexander's beastial side began to gnaw at him. Just take her. Don't let her fight. This woman belongs to no other man on earth. "You're all mine. I want you so fucking bad." A soft growl escaped his throat as he began fucking her harder, hips starting to speed up as well. Every movement Alexander performed was filled with a longing passion, and it appeared the pleasure was starting to take its toll. His grunts were still soft, barely heard outside her room, but they were coming out more frequently. His eyes shut tightly in focus as his cock pierced into her again and again. Fuck, he... he couldn't last! In fact, it hit him now. "Abby...!"

It was so sudden that he was cumming in mid thrust, part of his release splattering out of her cunt to stain her black dress. Black. That would definitely show if she didn't get it cleaned up. But, more importantly, Alexander's release was sent deep into her core once again, filling her up with a nice load despite their earlier sexual encounter. Alexander had gone stiff during the release, gripping her hips tightly yet not painfully. But Abigail wasn't going anywhere. "S-Shit... Abby..." God, he couldn't stop saying her name. He just wanted to scream it out! He knew he couldn't, but one day. One day, somehow. Looking down upon her, his eyes returning to her own. They both held lust in their eyes, alongside their love. There was so much he wanted to say to her as his cum began to drip out of her, drooling down her cheeks messily. Alexander sure could cum a lot.

Without warning, he started to move again. But he even hooked her thighs in his arms and pulled her forward towards him. She was also resting against his own thighs, which seemed to elevate her lower half off the bed. But at this angle, even if it was slight change, Alexander was hitting all new areas within her. More exciting? Alexander just resumed his previous pace with wild abandon. "Abby, you feel so good. I don't ever want to stop..." He panted out, filled with new vigor now as he could thrust his still hard, but now cum soaked cock into her own cum filled pussy. "You have no idea how badly I needed you. You're so fucking gorgeous, so goddamn beautiful...!" Every grunt came with a vulgar curse, but even so, he showered her with compliments. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. You just... look so damn hot!" From the way her hair was made, to the way she did her makeup, to the way that dress showed off bits of her body that no one else had seen before. Alexander would let her know just how beautiful he thought she was, not once slowing down in the slightest, even if she begged.
 
He couldn't stop? That was a lie! But honestly, Abigail was relieved that he didn't. He was already inside of her and rocking into her so roughly. And yet she felt much better this time without the pain of her broken hymen. She couldn't..reply to his declaration of not stopping, even when she asked him to. It made her upset, but this was probably the one instance where she didn't mind him not listening to her. Because she wanted him, and even if she didn't want to listen to her wants and needs..he was. Which made her happy in a way that he wanted her so bad and knew that she was enjoying it. She felt like if he was truly hurting her he wouldn't do this.

"Unnff...idiot..." She began as her cunt especially tightened when he hit a certain spot that made her body jerk. "Don't be so loud when you call my name.." She whispered as she grabbed him by the shoulders. Her chest was heaving as she closed her eyes. She didn't care about anything other than him in that moment. Suddenly, she felt something hot and gooey inside of her, and she gasped. He was already..finished? She was so close too...but no he wasn't pulling out. He was starting to move again, and she could feel his hot cum oozing from her as he pushed himself back in, making a mess of her dress and sheets. Why didn't he at least take off her clothes..ugh! Didn't matter, she was starting to get close.

She barely noticed she was being positioned, but she did notice that each and every thrust was hitting her sweet spot. And while he did this to her, he said things that made her blush. Hard. Alexander was being romantic and making her feel so good about herself. And here she thought he was into girls like Hanna...maybe she should dress that way more often but...her mind went blank when her legs went numb. Toes curling again. Thighs throbbing. Abigail suddenly went stiff and completely quiet, though the silence was followed by a loud cry. A cry that would have woken up anyone who wasn't passed out drunk. "Alexander!"
 
Hell yes he couldn't stop! And like she could even consider not liking it. Alexander felt her body being truthful to him, every single inch of her both inside and out. Whenever he pressed especially deep, her body would jerk in such an erotic way. Whenever their eyes locked on one another's, Alexander could see the pure delight burning in her eyes. There was denying what she was feeling, and yet Abigail continuously did so, seeming to glare at him with that peeved expression she always seemed to wear whenever he walked into the room. God, why did her angry face just turn him on even more? The more she denied, it turned him on! Every little bit of what made Abigail herself, it turned her on. Truly, Alexander didn't find a single thing wrong with her!

They had been going at it, Alex pumping away with abandon as he had a fair bit of stamina left in him, but most important, wasn't anywhere near the edge like he was moments ago. Even touching Abigail made him groan in ecstasy, demanding to feel her more and more. It was the anticipation of it all that truly pleasured him before he even step foot in the room. But the very moment that his name left her lips, and her body seized up in wonderful orgasm, Alexander held still, moaning as her pussy spasmed around his entire length. "Mmf!" Biting his lip, Alexander opened his eyes to look down at her, grinning. "Don't be so loud when you call my name." The man shot back teasingly, still very hard and very willing to continue with the one woman he lusted after for so long. And Abigail would find out as he suddenly picked her up off the bed.

The next thing she would know is that she would get a sense of falling now. Alexander was holding her up, both hands grasping her ass cheeks tightly, teasingly letting his clawed nails pinch at her skins ever so lightly. Alexander moaned as he started bouncing her, electing to fuck her in a standing position. Gravity would aid him this time, slamming Abigail's lithe body down on his throbbing manhood, now extra slick with her own orgasmic juices. Just perfect.

"Abby...!" He grunted a little louder, his face squinting in pleasure as a single eye gazed up at her face to see her reaction. Despite the pleasure wracking his bones, he began to grin as he chuckled breathlessly. "B-Bet I can make you cum first, princess..." A game?! Like this?! Alexander just grinned and started picking up the pace, though his own orgasm was drawing closer to the point of no return. Abigail could see that he was struggling to hold back on his own, the man far too excited to hold back his pleasure completely. But still he persisted to slam himself in and out of Abigail, moaning her name several times, though taunting her just as much that he would win this little game of there's. Just like so many times in the past. Always competing.
 
When he mocked her she glared up at him. It wasn't really the glare he knew. This glare was ruined by how sultry Abigail's expression one since she was still feeling her orgasm slowly drain away from her body. Ugh..he thought he was so cute but it was his fault for making her feel so good, and in the middle of the night where Hanna was. She wondered if she had heard..? It didn't really matter though. The second Alexander picked her up she started to protest. "What are you doing..?" He was still going to keep going even after they had both cum? What was with this other weird position anyway? And why did it feel so good? She panted heavily, wrapping her arms around him as he let her rise and fall on his cock. He was so big and thick, she felt like he was still splitting her in half even though she was no longer in pain. He just was stretching her that much..but she didn't mind it. Not one bit.

When he called her name, she answered by saying his. "Alexander!" She called as she clawed his back. It hadn't been very long, but because she already felt like she was on her second orgasm. She was so sensitive that she could feel every single bit of pleasure that came from him prying into her folds and pulling out. The roughness too was so erotic. Though the next words that came from his mouth..they made her narrow her eyes. "That's stupid...as i-if I'm gonna l-lose to you!" She cried out as she buried her face into his neck to keep herself silent. But it..really felt good. Especially when they were both panting so close together. Alexander felt so nice and..she could feel herself losing the battle.

"Mnn..just cum!" She whispered harshly in his ear. Though she couldn't hold on anymore..maybe if she held out long enough they could cum together and it would be a tie.
 
He loved how she just protested and became snippy with him. Just like he knew her. He honestly chuckled breathlessly for a moment as they started bouncing together, soon her arms wrapping around him to hold tight. After all, those hands of his were only on her perky little cheeks. There wasn't anything else holding up the woman, and her upper half would be free to move about if she wasn't careful. "Mmn! W-What does it look like?" Alexander would grant back in response, his powerful legs pumping his hips upwards to the woman that he loved.

A lustful hiss escaped his lips as she went ahead and left her mark upon the Berserker, the Mage victim to his motions. He thought he could last a bit, thought he could outlast her and eventually make her wail in ecstasy. Instead, it felt like Alexander was teetering on the very edge of a cliff as his orgasm kept drawing closer and closer. The fact that she accepted his challenge with that sexy voice of her's didn't help. "F-Fuck if I'll just l-let you win!" Alexander panted out. One hand went to behind her back, holding her against him tightly as he slammed into her relentlessly. And they were going back and forth. Back and forth. It felt like a damn while of just them goading each other lustfully before they both were falling over into pure pleasure together.

The moment Abby's stuffed cunt pulsed and squeezed, Alexander's aching cock gave one last throb. He buried himself as fore as he could go, stepping backwards to lean against the wall as he clung to her, keeping their bodies flush together as he moaned and let one last deposit of his cum fill up his lover.
 
"Unngh loser!" Abigail couldn't say anything anymore. Her mind was lost as she hit her climax at the same time he did. She could already tell he was to that point, eve without him telling her he would let her win. Stupid Alexander..why challenge her if he was just going to give up?! But Abigail didn't care as her back arched, and she nearly fell out of his grip while experiencing the euphoria of her orgasm. Even better when she felt his hot, gooey seed enter her pussy. She was still already full from the first time, she she could feel it trickling out of her slowly.

She closed her eyes. What now? She was in his arms now, her pussy leaking with his hot seed. She had to take a shower and get out of these clothes but...what about Alexander? He knew now...she liked doing this with him. Maybe she should just confess to him. That seemed like a good idea, but...something was still holding her back. Even while they were so close, panting and recovering from their love making...Abigail still felt a distance that she was afraid to cross.

"..Wanna take a shower with me?" She asked him softly after they calmed down a little.
 
The whole sensation of their combined orgasmic fluids seeping out from around his cock was such a huge turn on for him. He couldn't believe he came so much, but even their first time was just as amazingly pleasurable to him. Though this time felt ten times better. And just enjoying the closeness together was really nice, especially in the aftermath of such passionate sex. As hard they went, it didn't feel like fucking. No, it really did feel like love making. And yet, he had never really heard Abigail truly return his feelings.

Just as he thought about it, he turned his head to look into her eyes as she asked him a shower with her. He blushed a bit, but he actually smiled at her and nodded. "That actually sounds good." Alexander sighed out, helping her place her feet on the ground. He groaned softly after slipping out of her, the night light from the window making his cock glisten a bit. They made it to her bathroom, seeing the rather spacious restroom and immediately being envious. She had this the entire time? Sneaky bitch...

He started to strip without a care, just having to remove his jeans and boxers, toned muscular body completely displayed to her as he just turned to look at her. "Need help or something? Can't shower with clothes, Einstein."
 
"Umm, no fucking shit." Abigail shot back at him, though she would never admit why she hadn't gone to take her clothes off immediately. It was his body..it was the first time she had ever really looked at him naked. All the way naked. Alexander really had a sexy body and it made her blush. Other than Dante though, she had never really seen a boy as broad as him. Well, Malech was kind of but...ugh. Why did she even think of that bastard. Abigail's expression suddenly became downcast as she began to strip off her clothes. Good thing Alexander had saved her...otherwise she would have lost something special to two people who hated her for what she assumed was no reason.

She started to wiggle her dress off, and her panties and stockings as well. The bathroom was not only spacious, but also clean and neat as well. There were soft, plush rugs on the floor that she had bought herself, and the rest of the decor had been there when she came. They gave her the best room because she was the best. That's what she had always told herself since day one. Once Abigail was dressed, she reached into the shower and then turned it on. She didn't have a bathtub like them, but rather a shower with a separate, decent sized tub. She stepped into the stall and glared at him. "Coming or not?"
 
Alexander just chuckled and found it his turn to gawk. Abigail had a cute way of undressing, especially seeing as how that dress clung to her body in all the right ways. Her wiggling made her breasts bounce that hypnotized the man in front of her. And seeing her creamy thighs and legs being revealed after those stockings were pulled off, as much as he had drained himself inside her, Alexander was slowly starting to feel that desire barreling forward a bit. Goddamn, he needed to have her again already?

He distracted himself for the moment with her five-star bathroom, still a bit annoyed that she had it all this time and didn't say anything. And it was attached to her room. Unless they really became serious, something told him he wouldn't be able to get any use of this bathroom in the future easily. "Didn't know you were so excited to start?" He teased her with a grin and after the water heated up, he was pushing her inside with him right behind her, bodies touching as he caressed her sides and stomach. "Mmn, your skin feels so soft."
 
Abigail shivered when he touched her like that, her hands coming up to his as she reached out to push him away. But the minute she touched them, she couldn't bring herself to. Still, there was something that needed to be said between the two of them. "Aren't you still with Hanna, Alexander? Because I'm still with Pietro." She told him as she looked down at the tiling of the shower. What they were doing was wrong. Even if Alexander had forced her twice, she went along with it this time instead of fighting back. She really did cheat on Pietro this time. She turned back to him to look into his eyes.

"We can't do this anymore. It's not fair to them." She continued on before turning to face the shower once more. There was something between them. She couldn't deny that any longer, but..she needed to stop it before it was too late. She had an idea of what to do now, something that would bring her and Pietro closer together. It was...a bad idea probably. If it didn't go as well as she hoped it would, it could actually force them further apart and make her crave Alexander even more. But if it succeeded she could be happy with Pietro and maybe her love for him would grow into something other than platonic.
 
Her soft hand upon his made him still his own for a moment, ready for her rejection. And instead, it was like she merely placed her hands on top of his. It was nice. Did Abigail finally accept their feelings for one another? And that was a huge fucking no, as Abigail mentioned both of their current relationships. And yes, what they were doing was wrong. Still though, of the two, Alexander couldn't deny it any longer. He wanted Abigail, and he wanted to be with her, so immediately he replied back with, "I'll break up with her, I'm serious about you." Alexander said with resolution. "I want to be with you."

His hands had at first just touched and caressed her skin, but now his arms encircled completely around her as he hugged her from behind. It wasn't just secure and loving, but it was possessive. Sure, it wasn't fair to either Pietro and Hannabelle. But he didn't seem to care. He just wanted Abigail. He... He loved her. "I'll do it tomorrow morning too. You should tell Pietro too." He whispered, resting his chin upon her shoulder. Alexander didn't loosen his grip around her once. He feared that she'd truly leave him if he did. And he'd die if that happened now.
 
Abigail bit her lip as he declared he'd break up with Hanna. That he was serious about her and wanted to be with her. Though she wasn't hearing the thing she needed to hear. Did he love her? Sure she thought he did, the way he touched her and held her...but she didn't know exactly if he did. For some reason, she just felt like breaking up with Pietro now would be a mistake when she was unsure how how he really felt. She just told Pietro that she loved him, too. Even if that meant...well nothing like what Pietro thought it meant.

"...I can't." She said after a moment. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He was getting taller..every day it almost seemed. When they first met they were the same height. "I don't feel right about that. I don't feel right about leaving one man for another, when the first has done nothing but support me and take care of me. He was there...more than anyone else. I like doing things with you but...I have to make sure there is nothing there with Pietro before I break up with him. That way...I won't have any regrets. Maybe you should just break up with Hanna since..you seem to be sure of wanting to be with me."
 
Can't? Alexander almost forgot to breathe when she began, even as she accepted their embrace. Though he quickly resumed, figuring that passing out right now in the shower would be the most unromantic thing ever. Still though, Abigail was praising the Fourth Year now? Well, somewhat. Abigail actually had some respect, and that was admirable. Even if this wasn't the man Alexander wanted to talk about. But he was serious about what he said. He would break up with Hanna to be with Abigail. He really wanted to, he was honest in that statement. Though Abigail seemed to be focused more on Pietro... and that stirred up a bout of jealousy.

A primal feeling began to build in his core. A want to prove to her that she should be with only him, and not Pietro. That she should break up with him, now if it was even possible even though they were showering together. "I've been there. I wanted to be a Vanguard for you, not to just get into Accel." He bit his lip to the point where it actually hurt. "I wanted to be the one to protect you. To keep you safe. To be alongside you." He didn't even know it, but he had suddenly pushed Abigail against the tiled wall, no doubt still a little cold even as the steam rose. "I loved you first! I still love you!" He said almost desperately as he turned her head to kiss her deeply, ravenously. If she wouldn't listen with words, then Alexander would prove it in his actions. He would show her his love.
 
Abigail listened to every single one of his words. Why did he want to be a Vanguard for her? It's not like she needed anyone to protect her..did she? Well maybe, but she was capable of surviving on her own. She had long since realized that if she were ever to get a partner, they'd need to watch her back while she casted her spells. It was true that Alexander could be that person for her. He was good at close combat...but so was Pietro, being a magus. Then again, this was his last year at Accel. He would be assigned a different partner..she just realized that.

"Alexander!" She tried when he pushed her against the tiled wall, only for him to keep going. Though her mind went blank as he professed his love to her in the shower. She had wanted to hear that all day. To hear him tell her how much she meant to him. He didn't love Hanna, he loved her. The thought made her blush and she felt happy. The kiss was returned, and Abigail closed her eyes as their lips met once again. It felt right, but it was still wrong. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes for a moment. "..Give me some time to think about it. Please Alexander...Just give me a little more time." She begged him.
 
"No!" He barked out, just holding her tightly for a moment, right up against the wall as a moment of silence passed between them. The only sound was the shower water hitting the tiled stall floor, filtering away into the drainage below their feet. "I don't want you to think, I just want you." Alexander said out through clenched teeth. "I love you. I've always loved you. Since day one..." Love at first sight, yeah. That's what that twitch in his chest was. Where he just stared at Abigail Hunter and secretly devoted his life for her. To be her knight in shining armor, both on and off the battlefield. Even if he wasn't the best man in the world, even if he was lower class, or the scum of the earth, Alexander would protect her and care for her like no man ever could dream of.

He felt desperate. She wasn't going to settle with that answer. And his heart yearned for her to return those three little words that meant so much. He would force them out, cause he could tell they were in her heart. Somewhere deep. "Abigail... say it back." The Berserker whispered, suddenly spreading her legs just slightly as his once again eager prick brushed her entrance. Alexander's arms and hands were tight; she wouldn't get away. "Say it." He breathed out again until he was beginning to press up inside her. A longing moan filled her ear as he shuddered against her.

"I'll show you how much I love you..."
 
Abigail flinched when he told her no. There was a silence between them as she contemplated what to do. If she fought with him she'd have to use magic...and that would be bad. She just had to wait for him to get whatever he had out of his system. Though she really didn't expect his next words. Her heart skipped a beat when he said what she had been wanting to hear all along. That he loved her. He had always loved her...and she knew deep down in her heart she always loved him as well. That's why she was so afraid of him and worked so hard to keep her distance and be mean to him. She didn't want to be rejected and now she had no excuses to not tell him how she felt.

But Pietro. Pietro kept crawling to the back of her mind. She looked away from him, though when he asked her to say it back, she blushed a little bit. He knew she loved him? Abigail moaned softly as his cock caressed her pussy that was still leaking his cum. He was going to do it..? Again? "...Alexander let me think!" She begged him as he started pressing into her pussy. Oh...it still felt so good. "Alexander, you don't have to show me anything! I know you love me so..just let me think! I can't say what you want me to say when you're inside of me like this.."
 
Why couldn't she say it? Why could she say this one simple thing that meant the world to him? He felt he was being led in with how she just seemed to be stalling. "Mmn!" Her pussy still felt so tight and hot, and he slid with ease. Like her body was accepting his declaration of love. "Yes you can...!" He went to her wet hair, gently brushing it aside before he began to latch on to her earlobe, nibbling ever so gently as his hips thrust into her. "Y-You can say it easily. Just say it, I know you want to." Alexander said.

Just say it. It was easy. But she wasn't right away. Didn't this mean anything to her? Her body language... it was all positive. So receptive to each touch of his fingertips along his skin. Every time he pushed inward, he could feel Abigail's juices coating his cock thoroughly. "Don't just... mmn... think. I want you to say it!" He kept repeating, and through his frustration, Alexander was starting to get more eager and harder, feeling the woman's ass clap against his pelvis and abs.
 
Abigail cried out feeling him nibbling on her ear. She..she really couldn't think like this. How did he have enough energy to do it again when they JUST did it? But...she couldn't dwell on something like that. Not when he was thrusting into her tight depths like this. She really did want to say it to him. "..Alexander...I..." She began as her words caught in her throat. He was thrusting into her so hard, and her toes curled as she laid her head back against the tile.

She loved him. She loved him all along. That's why seeing him with Hanna hurt her so much. That's why she never quite fell in love with Pietro despite wanting to be with him when she first met him. Her heart started to ache, and she got jealous imagining him with Hanna earlier..he had sex with her so..."I love you but...You're a goddamn idiot! How could you be with Hanna! It's not fair, it's not fair that she took your virginity, Alexander! You were my first, but I wasn't yours! Why did you do that to me, huh?!" She cried out, grabbing him by the hair.
 
There it was. There were those three words that he had yearned to hear for so long. But then she tacked other things on. Reminded him of his own mistakes and that, well, their predicament didn't happen because she started dating Pietro. In fact, it all started, like Abigail was pointing out, when Alexander accepted Hannabelle's affections. He even said he loved her back, which all along was a lie. For the moment, Alexander had stilled himself within the Mage. A pained hiss left his lips as she grabbed at his hair, the strands being yanked a bit more firm than he would have liked. "Ow, Abby!"

Well, right now, there was a pause. Buried in her, Alexander could feel his cock demand more. But, they needed to straight this out. Arms slithered further around Abigail to hug her against his chest. "I just... I fucked up." He finally admitted. Yes, now she could yell at him for real, and he would deserve it. "She confessed, and I didn't answer right away. I was actually trying to find you. That was the night though that you and Pietro were sitting together and... I snapped. I couldn't even look you in the eye then because I felt so bitter and hurt, just..." Alexander knew this was a mood killer for both of them. For the moment, he separated their union and turned her around so she could see him face to face, his yellow eyes gazing into her's.

A pair hands cupped her cheeks, Alexander's face shifting into something actually soft. He was... he looked apologetic. And ashamed. Resting his head upon her's, Alexander shut his eyes. "I'm so sorry I was such a dumbass..." He finally let out, eyes shuddering lightly. Alexander wouldn't lie, but the thought of hurting Abigail because of his actions? He felt god awful...
 
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