"-yeah, okay. Gimme-" It's all in one ear and out the other. She's being dismissive but she's also clearly giddy. Her reckless curiosity seems to take ten years off of her face.
There's some shuffling, a bit of irrational tug and war- its purpose is lost in the fuss of getting the harness around Zero. When they remember they have the same goal they finally manage to get it on her.
The last latch has only just clipped into place when she groans like she's in pain. Her head lurches forward as she braces against the feeling, the strap is already rock solid, the glimmering stripes of light make it look like a wide crystal. Zero musters a shaky breath before she manages words.
"Mostly all me but.. there's a little of you too. I can feel it- ghost of your orgasm or something." Zero stands on her knees so she can peer down at Aloy. She grins like she's drunk.
Her hands trace the strong corners of Aloy's jaw and then her thumbs trace her lips, fingers running parallel to one another before they finally meet.
Wordlessly, Zero parts her lips and then Aloy's with her fingers. Her saliva falls from her mouth like a silvery syrup. With the most gentle of hands she commands Aloy to collect it.
"Did it feel good to be in me?"
This time she uses some of her strength to lift Aloy's head up at her. Her fingers though, are still gentle, and her thumbs cup Aloy's cheeks.
Naturally, Zero takes to the new toy with both impatience and gusto. So charmed by her clear excitement, Aloy rides out what annoyance she might have felt as the wrestle the harness on. It's nice to see Zero like this. A relief, in fact, after the rocky start of their vacation and the months of being on edge.
The mood shifts quickly as Zero quickly acclimates to the toy and urges her to open her mouth with tender insistence. Eager to obey, it takes barely coaxing at all before Aloy's lips part and her mouth opens to take what Zero offers to her without hesitation. She had expected it to be strange, perhaps unpleasant — but something about this makes Aloy's thighs clench, her mouth wet and warm with Zero's saliva and her breathing reduced to eager panting.
She wordlessly acquiesces to the next command, her hand wrapping around the base of the toy, her breath catching in her throat at the heavy, solid warmth of it against her palm. She strokes off Zero slowly, carefully: her gaze split between the strap and Zero’s face, gauging her reactions. Knowing the head was the most sensitive from both her own experiments and their play so far, she caresses it with her fingers, smearing the clear lubricant beading at the tip.
“It felt amazing,” she says finally, her voice husky and her expression enraptured, focused as she is on Zero’s pleasure. “Better than I could have even imagined. The way - the way you squeezed around me… it drove me crazy.” She swallows visibly, and with her hand still moving, asks almost urgently: “Did you enjoy it? Did it feel good?”
[ Zero tilts her head back, Aloy's touch elicits a pretty noise from the back of her throat. Her hair spills over her shoulders like a veil. She twitches in Aloy's hand, solid as stone.
Her earnest desire for reassurance only serves to make Zero harder.
Her hands dance across Aloy's face and she slips her fingers into Aloy's mouth, just far enough that she wouldn't be able to speak. Her expression grows softer, and when she speaks next it is soft and thoughtful - the tone she only ever used with the baby when she thought Aloy wasn't listening. It sounds as authentic too, even though she'd turned it on at the drop of a hat. ]
I loved it, Aloy.
[ Another intentional use of her name.
Zero withdraws her fingers and licks the saliva from them. ]
You know what'd else would feel real good? Your mouth, all around me - sucking me dry until just before the last second.
[ With her other hand she brushes red strands of hair back around her hair. ]
[It takes all of Aloy's willpower not to throw herself at Zero, honing in on the sweet sound of her voice and the firm and warm weight of the toy in her palm. She opens her mouth to take Zero's fingers without thinking, her tongue eagerly running over them, simply to relish the taste of her. When Zero pulls back, Aloy looks both dazed and wanting, and again she feels that itching under her skin and along her muscles — lighting up her nerves and obliterating any other thought that wasn't more and right now.
The overtness of Zero's request, how explicit it is — Aloy's breath catches. She swallows a sudden lump in her throat. She thinks of doing as Zero asked, dutifully taking the strap into her mouth until Zero was writhing beneath her, and feels molten heat pool deep in her center. The pace of her hand slows as she pretends to consider the request.]
For you? Anything.
[She says it confidently, like it's the easiest thing in the world. In a lot of ways it is. Tossing her hair over one shoulder, she lowers her head.]
I studied this, too. [The words are breathed out over the tip of the toy, and she smiles when she feels it twitch against her hand.] ... A little bit, anyway.
[She presses a kiss to the head, drags her tongue along it to catch the lubricant that beads to the surface.]
[ Even with the breadth and depth of her experience (so much of it meaningless, just a lesson or a bandage) nothing prepares her for the full body shock that runs through her body, from her toes to her skull. It's like stepping into hot water, uncomfortable and sharp from how sensitive she feels. But once her body pushes through that first moment of being overwhelmed to the point of pain, and now nothing but impatient pleasure sits between her thighs.
Zero stares down at Aloy and bites down on her lip, a shudder is all she offers- though it takes a certain amount of pride and strength. ]
What? You aiming to be teacher's pet?
[ Her hand claws at Aloy's hair, she takes her time tangling her fingers between thick bright strands of red. With force but no aggression she tugs Aloy forward. The tip parts Aloy's lips.
Her toes dig into the soft carpet of green grass leaving tracks from the sure pressure. ]
[Getting a reaction out of Zero in these particular instances, the ones where they were both being competitive, as always involved some degree of trial and error. Aloy relishes the challenge, and the heat in the knowing look she gives Zero when she's pulled forward is likely familiar.
She doesn't answer — not in words, anyway. Instead her hands move in a languid slide up Zero's thighs, lingering, taking her time to feel the shudder work its way through her body. Her heart is beating so fast she can feel it in her throat — the pulse in her neck a rapid hummingbird flutter. But the affection she ekes out is sensual and thorough. Her lips part in full to let Zero in, tongue sliding along the length of the toy.
She makes little noise, save the soft and unsteady breath as she acclimates herself, though her nails digging into Zero's hips betray her own impatience.]
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There's some shuffling, a bit of irrational tug and war- its purpose is lost in the fuss of getting the harness around Zero. When they remember they have the same goal they finally manage to get it on her.
The last latch has only just clipped into place when she groans like she's in pain. Her head lurches forward as she braces against the feeling, the strap is already rock solid, the glimmering stripes of light make it look like a wide crystal. Zero musters a shaky breath before she manages words.
"Mostly all me but.. there's a little of you too. I can feel it- ghost of your orgasm or something." Zero stands on her knees so she can peer down at Aloy. She grins like she's drunk.
Her hands trace the strong corners of Aloy's jaw and then her thumbs trace her lips, fingers running parallel to one another before they finally meet.
Wordlessly, Zero parts her lips and then Aloy's with her fingers. Her saliva falls from her mouth like a silvery syrup. With the most gentle of hands she commands Aloy to collect it.
"Did it feel good to be in me?"
This time she uses some of her strength to lift Aloy's head up at her. Her fingers though, are still gentle, and her thumbs cup Aloy's cheeks.
"Touch me, and then tell me."
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The mood shifts quickly as Zero quickly acclimates to the toy and urges her to open her mouth with tender insistence. Eager to obey, it takes barely coaxing at all before Aloy's lips part and her mouth opens to take what Zero offers to her without hesitation. She had expected it to be strange, perhaps unpleasant — but something about this makes Aloy's thighs clench, her mouth wet and warm with Zero's saliva and her breathing reduced to eager panting.
She wordlessly acquiesces to the next command, her hand wrapping around the base of the toy, her breath catching in her throat at the heavy, solid warmth of it against her palm. She strokes off Zero slowly, carefully: her gaze split between the strap and Zero’s face, gauging her reactions. Knowing the head was the most sensitive from both her own experiments and their play so far, she caresses it with her fingers, smearing the clear lubricant beading at the tip.
“It felt amazing,” she says finally, her voice husky and her expression enraptured, focused as she is on Zero’s pleasure. “Better than I could have even imagined. The way - the way you squeezed around me… it drove me crazy.” She swallows visibly, and with her hand still moving, asks almost urgently: “Did you enjoy it? Did it feel good?”
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Her earnest desire for reassurance only serves to make Zero harder.
Her hands dance across Aloy's face and she slips her fingers into Aloy's mouth, just far enough that she wouldn't be able to speak. Her expression grows softer, and when she speaks next it is soft and thoughtful - the tone she only ever used with the baby when she thought Aloy wasn't listening. It sounds as authentic too, even though she'd turned it on at the drop of a hat. ]
I loved it, Aloy.
[ Another intentional use of her name.
Zero withdraws her fingers and licks the saliva from them. ]
You know what'd else would feel real good? Your mouth, all around me - sucking me dry until just before the last second.
[ With her other hand she brushes red strands of hair back around her hair. ]
Can you do that for me?
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The overtness of Zero's request, how explicit it is — Aloy's breath catches. She swallows a sudden lump in her throat. She thinks of doing as Zero asked, dutifully taking the strap into her mouth until Zero was writhing beneath her, and feels molten heat pool deep in her center. The pace of her hand slows as she pretends to consider the request.]
For you? Anything.
[She says it confidently, like it's the easiest thing in the world. In a lot of ways it is. Tossing her hair over one shoulder, she lowers her head.]
I studied this, too. [The words are breathed out over the tip of the toy, and she smiles when she feels it twitch against her hand.] ... A little bit, anyway.
[She presses a kiss to the head, drags her tongue along it to catch the lubricant that beads to the surface.]
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Zero stares down at Aloy and bites down on her lip, a shudder is all she offers- though it takes a certain amount of pride and strength. ]
What? You aiming to be teacher's pet?
[ Her hand claws at Aloy's hair, she takes her time tangling her fingers between thick bright strands of red. With force but no aggression she tugs Aloy forward. The tip parts Aloy's lips.
Her toes dig into the soft carpet of green grass leaving tracks from the sure pressure. ]
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She doesn't answer — not in words, anyway. Instead her hands move in a languid slide up Zero's thighs, lingering, taking her time to feel the shudder work its way through her body. Her heart is beating so fast she can feel it in her throat — the pulse in her neck a rapid hummingbird flutter. But the affection she ekes out is sensual and thorough. Her lips part in full to let Zero in, tongue sliding along the length of the toy.
She makes little noise, save the soft and unsteady breath as she acclimates herself, though her nails digging into Zero's hips betray her own impatience.]