[ 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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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.]