Zero's embarrassment makes Aloy brighten, the pollen mingling with her own delight and making her feel giddy. Their closeness adds to the heady feeling— their bodies still joined has her reluctant to move, and the friction Zero creates makes her shiver.
"I think you'll like this one. We'll ah, have to move from this tree for it." She makes no move to do so herself initially, then pulls back with begrudging slowness, her fingers slipping out of Zero. A heartbeat later and she's picked her up, urging her to wrap her legs around her waist.
"It's something we've talked about," she says, as she leads them to their bedrolls.
She doesn't come to until Aloy has pulled out. Her dissatisfaction is obvious, she has to look around frantically to figure out what's happening— still so in a daze from the pollen and Aloy's hand. Her legs wrap around Aloy instinctively. She is wet through her underwear and clothes.
"You'll have to narrow it down. There's at least four books worth of planned horny fantasies at this point." She says, tone flat (she's only being a little hyperbolic, they'd been worse than rabbits prior to Zero getting sick).
"we've already done missionary in the middle of the woods." She looks confused and annoyed when Aloy sets her down. "A few times, actually. It's fine, but it's not really special."
Aloy hmms in response, acknowledging Zero's comment without answering. She raises an eyebrow at the crack about missionary, turning away from Zero after getting her settled on the bedding.
"I've been planning this trip for months," she answers finally, sifting through her things. This particular pack had been left unmolested by Zero's earlier rifling through, and she's grateful for it. "Give me some credit— honestly. Missionary in the middle of the woods..." The last of this is mumbled in subdued annoyance without any true bite to it.
She has to shuck off her trousers and underwear, and it's a relief— the humid air feeling cool against her flushed and overheated skin. What becomes apparent as she turns around is that she's attaching a harness to her hips, and what she's holding in one hand is a device, phallic-shaped and slightly ridged, sleeker than the other inventions Aloy's come up with during her adventures. She breathes out in a whoosh, then attaches the toy to the harness. There's a shaky breath as it clicks into place, symmetrical lines along it glowing a gentle Focus-blue and iridescent gold. She breathes out carefully— the phallus is semi-erect, which is interesting, and she's a little flushed, which is moreso.
"I had to, um," another breath, "research this. APOLLO helped. The Zenith tech got me a ways too. I could've asked GAIA or Beta for help, but it's, uh. Kind of awkward, and I've tested it on... myself." Her flush deepens, from embarrassment this time. "Took a lot of trial and error. Either it was too sensitive, or not sensitive enough, and I had to think about how it would affect my nerves, and..."
Zero finds her outrage.. cute, almost. But she would not dare to say it outloud, at least not in a way that was true to how she actually felt. It was disgusting.
She fixates lazily on Aloy undressing, it soothes her and temporarily distracts her from the uncomfortable warmth blooming under her skin. It's like that painful, dull itch that warns of a sunburn. Instinctively, she leans back when Aloy swings that thing around in her direction.
She half listens, gaze comically torn between her face and Aloy's techno dick. Eventually, she springs to life again and seems to find it in her to close her jaw. Zero crawls forward on her knees muttering to herself.
"You said you tested it-" Her finger just barely touches the tip, hand pulling back the second it responds. Suddenly, she lifts off the ground just slightly- only enough to fully push down the top of her tunic. All the fabric bunches up around her waist when she sits on her knees again. The fabric of her half-off clothes scrunches around her, and Zero looks up at Aloy with a new kind of hunger. There is nothing sharp or gleeful in her gaze as one might expect from Zero. Her eyes don't leave Aloy's face and she moves naturally despite this being the grand unveiling.
Zero leans forward and grasps the tool softly. It leans against her breasts as her hand moves up and down its length.
She's about to get into the schematics, her failed experiments, but Zero's intent and focused look gives her pause. She trails off to watch her advance in her unhurried and confident way, making a slight noise when she touches the tip, then sighing out unsteadily when she begins to stroke its length.
"I, um..." It had been one thing to do this herself: hurried and analytical, in secret and under the cover of night. It was something else entirely for Zero to be doing it, surrounded by the softness and warmth of her. She bites down the desire to stammer. "At first I tried it... unattached. I had to be sure it wouldn't hurt you, test the responsiveness, ah-" She swallows, unable to pull her eyes away. "You know, trial and error..."
She leans back some, bracing herself with her hand.
What surprises Zero the most is that it's warm to the touch, feels almost like skin despite its sleek look. It's not all that different from the robotic arm stroking it she supposes— the synthetic material of her hand felt as soft and warm as the flesh and blood one she'd lost long ago. It felt just as much too, even despite the risks that came along with such a thing.
"So you jerked off." She breaks down all of Aloy's scientific research and health and safety inspections into a singular act. Zero lets go and the strap falls onto her chest. She lays her hands on either side of her breasts and pushes them up and they shift to cradle it between her cleavage. They are still just a bit damp with milk.
"Not just once but a few times, yeah?" Zero puckers her lips and lets the saliva well up in her mouth, it spills slowly along the top of the strap, dripping down its length for added lubrication. Her hands move her breasts up and down its shaft— the pocket they create is as soft as it is firm.
"What did you think about?" Her eyes do not leave Aloy's face.
In the process of creating this device, Aloy had mentally prepared a list of responses to questions she thought Zero might ask. The Old Ones called it a FAQ — a set of answers to common inquiries. None of her drilling had prepared her for this particular question, in this particular context. Nor is she prepared for Zero's lack of apprehension — though she supposes that much, she should have accounted for.
The strap's sensitive, connected to her nervous system in the way the Zenith's nanotech created their protective suits and opulent, alien architecture. Simulacra tech, rigged to the Focus to monitor her vitals and spikes in hormones. The gold lines along the shaft shimmer and undulate in response to stimulation, working as blood might to make a human phallus engorge and harden. Aloy gasps, squirming at it despite being relatively accustomed by now. It's the heat and the air and Zero's closeness that do it, she thinks, or tries to think. She's understandably distracted by what Zero is doing, caught in a quantum state of fascination and bashfulness. The latter fades as Zero squeezes her length between her breasts and begins to move. The cock twitches, cradled in heat and dampness and Aloy gasps loudly in response, her head tilting back instinctively. Her hips rock forward into the motion, and she has just enough sense to notice how Zero's skin shimmers from saliva and residual milk. This, understandably, makes her focus worse.
"Ah-y... yeah, that's, mm, that's um, one way to put it." Somehow the next question embarrasses her a little, despite the situation. It takes her a moment to say anything.
"I... I thought of you." She begins, swallowing visibily. That alone wouldn't be enough, she knows from the heaviness of Zero's gaze on her, and the pollen unknowingly helps her along, loosening her tongue. "I thought of you riding me, or taking you from behind—" Her hands clench into white-knuckled fists, and she leans back in order to angle her hips so that she can get more friction.
The tech mumbo jumbo she doesn't care about. Her mind is elsewhere, consumed by the long term focus and discipline involved in the act of dreaming up and executing such a convoluted plan all in the name of pleasuring Zero. It brings out something in Zero that is uncharacteristically docile, just as much as it is passionate and ravenous.
Her hands maneuver faster, increasing the warm friction that surrounds Aloy's cock.
"So? Does this thing work like a normal dick? How long before you come all over my tits?"
She leans down, shaking her head to pull back her hair since her hands are occupied. Zero licks the very tip of it with her tongue, a shudder following when she feels it twitch against her mouth. She does this again and again, long strokes around it's rounded head, as if trying to get to the center of something sweet and hard.
"More... more or less," she manages breathlessly, her hips rolling forward, trying to keep to the rhythm that Zero's set. She had prepared for this, or at least, she thought she had during the development of the toy. This was a million times more intense. It's hard to focus on answering the questions, or anything at all when Zero is all over her like this. Her eyelashes flutter; she bites her lower lip. Liquid beads at the tip of her cock, a clear lubricant, and her toes curl when Zero runs her tongue over the sensitive and swollen head. It's so warm here — in the tent, humid and sticky, and the air smells so sweet. There's pollen sticking to her eyelashes, narrowing her eyes to slits. She can see glimmering motes of it in Zero's hair as her head bobs. Zero's mouth is hot and wonderfully wet, and she isn't sure if she wants more or if she wants her to slow down. She manages a laugh. "And not long, ah— Zero..."
How could she be so calm, Aloy wonders? She felt like she was going to jump out of her own skin, feeling heat coil deep in the pit of her stomach and tightening the longer it went on. She tries to think of frost gathering on a lake, of snow falling. Cold, she thinks desperately, cold. She tries to think of the coldest she's ever been. Cold like All Mother's mountain in winter, cold like the Cut had been, when ice had gathered in her hair and snow had caked her eyelashes, so freezing cold that she had barely been able to feel herself gripping handholds on cliffs and mountains. Cold like the air became when she pushed a Sunwing so high up that the air got thin around her. Even this mind over matter exercise barely makes a dent. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches to gently card her fingers through Zero's hair, tangling in silvery-gold strands.
Practice, mostly. But it helps that Aloy's squirming is as arousing as it is amusing. Her eyes don't drift down once, not even when Aloy finally touches her. The feeling of her fingers makes Zero sigh, mouth still so close to Aloy.
"What are you waiting for then?" She leans towards Aloy's hand, trying to create more contact between them, mouth leaving her for just as long as it takes to mumble those words. Then she slips forward, taking the very tip into her mouth and sucking, hands not once still during any of this.
Zero's sigh reverberates along her skin, and Aloy shudders, her hand tightening in her hair. There's a pressure building in her, one familiar enough from her own experiments, but it seems magnified in this hazy space. Alone with Zero, well and truly, after months of waiting.
The heat and friction of Zero's breasts against her and her mouth drive her crazy, but it's what she says that sends her over the edge. She finishes with a low groan, spilling all over Zero's chest and into her mouth. More of the clear lubricant — she would explain the details, but she's out of it, slumping backward. Her head lolls to the side and she tries to catch her breath, her face flushed and strands of her hair sticking to her cheek and the side of her mouth. She blinks slowly, returning to herself.
She is so enraptured by the lead up that what follows catches her off guard. It is disgustingly euphoric she realizes, to know that Aloy had concocted this device for her pleasure but also in the name of claiming her in this way. Zero licks her lips, tasting and swallowing whatever she can. She looks down at her chest as almost an after thought, but then she moves again, leaning forward to kiss Aloy in a way that could almost be describe as sweet.
She is the closest thing to giddy manageable for someone like Zero when she asks:
She returns Zero's kiss just as gently, pulling her a little closer. Aloy grins, still breathless and recovering from the aftershocks.
"It was good," she says, and amends a second later: "Great, ah... didn't mean to be done that quickly," her gaze searches Zero, narrowing in on the liquid drying on her chest, glazing over, then quick as anything, down in the direction of the toy. It's still semi-hard where it rests on her thigh. "I uh, adjusted for refractory periods — had to make sure it didn't... overload me every time. Some of the old tech for devices like this were more realistic, but this one's designed to be more adaptable."
She's pleased at her one-woman project, but more importantly, she asks, earnest, "What do you think? Does it pass muster?"
She half listens, only really registering Aloy's bashful pride over her invention. Zero licks her lips, mouth suddenly so dry- the humidity, maybe, she was sweating more than usual. What remains of her clothing sticks to her skin and just makes her warmer.
Zero stays where she is leaning forward on her hands and knees, she sounds fond when she speaks.
"Well how the hell am I supposed to know, dummy? It's on me, not inside."
"Oh," Aloy says, and then, a little flustered: "Right! Of course..."
She's a little nervous, though her eagerness and enthusiasm makes up for it. She reaches for Zero, then pauses. "How do you want me? You could," she twirls her index finger "turn around? Or we can try something else."
She shouldn't be surprised that Aloy would ask, it breaks her sudden sex-crazed immersion for the briefest of moments- something dumbfounded on her face. She's just not used to all this asking, that's all.
But then, she comes back to earth, and smiles without any smolder, without being coy or intentionally seductive. She looks no frills happy.Zero shrugs casually.
It's embarrassing, but Zero's smile makes Aloy's whole face brighten. She considers, then reaches to pull Zero forward, leaning back until she's settled her into her lap, skin to skin. This closeness is enough to wake up the toy, and there's a quick intake of breath from Aloy at the sensation of it slowly beginning to harden again where it's pressed against Zero's thigh.
She shifts a little bit, both out of an odd sense of nervousness and out of a desire to make them both comfortable. She presses her forehead to Zero's own. "Like this," she murmurs. "I want to see your face."
It's a mix of pollen induced arousal and everything that's come before that makes Zero so sensitive. Aloy presses against her just so and she surprises even herself with the effect it has. The slightest bit of friction is enough to make her shiver.
Aloy's answer is more embarrassing still, and not even Zero can hide how shy the answer makes her feel- though she tries, dipping her face against Aloy's neck, kissing the skin and skimming it with her teeth. What remains of her clothes is all bunched up around her hips and she shifts uncomfortably trying to press closer.
Aloy tilts her head to the side, giving Zero better access to her neck, an uneven sigh escaping her. The drag of teeth along her skin is gentle, though it's enough to make her shudder. She clings more tightly to Zero, starting a slow grind. Frustrated at the clothing impeding them, she tugs impatiently, trying to get access to more of Zero without moving away.
"Wearing too much-" It's a frustrated complaint. She manages to push enough fabric off to the side to get better access. Something about Zero being half-clothed seems to excite her more than fully undressing her — she lines the head of her cock and slowly enters her. A soft groan escapes her — her hands tighten on Zero’s hips, pulling her closer and driving herself in deeper, until she can go no further. She forces herself into stillness, getting accustomed to the tight heat and wetness enveloping her. When she starts to move, it's carefully. Part of it is gauging Zero's reactions. Most of it is trying not to finish too quickly again and embarrass herself.
Aloy is always careful in moments like this; to see her frustrated and fixated in this way was perhaps just as unexpected as the Techno Dick. Zero watches Aloy tug at her clothing, finding it hard to do much else. Something slows her body and mind- she's overwhelmed. She rubs at the dust stuck in her lashes, grateful for the seconds of solitude behind her hand.
Aloy enters her and suddenly she realizes how long it's been since they've done anything at all. Zero hisses and bites down on her lip to quell what she can. The sleek design had betrayed her eyes- it fills her more than she expects. She squeezes her eyes shut when they are still again, as if needing the moment to catch her breath even though they'd barely moved at all. When Aloy moves again she does not stop and Zero finds it harder to bite her lips shut; slowly they begin to part and with that noise follows, her sighs and groans slowly rising in pitch.
In the moments where she has enough space to think, Aloy feels dazed. It's a pleasant haziness that clouds her senses — the heat and movement of their bodies making her feel almost lightheaded. She licks sweat from Zero's throat, tasting salt and the lingering perfume taste of the strange pollen, then sucks hard enough to leave a bruise; she pants into her mouth before kissing her deeply.
"Good," she mumbles it without pulling away from Zero's mouth, sounding punch-drunk. "good... do you like it?"
It's asked with real earnestness, despite the situation. Aloy picks up her pace by a fraction, urging Zero to meet her.
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It starts with Aloy's mouth on her neck; her lips are warm and wet. Zero tilts her head to the side to give her more room. The tingle of an already forming bruise has her gasping, lolling her head back until she is all but hanging off of Aloy when she pulls away.
Her arms are wrapped around her neck for support, and her knotted fingers almost slip apart when she registers what Aloy is saying. She doesn't stop moving, but she can't seem to manage Aloy's pace- whether from exhaustion or surprise.
"-good? Wha- what do you mean good?" She struggles to speak, the words broken into parts with sighs and moans. Her grip continues to slip and so she pushes herself forward again, chin pressed against Aloy's shoulder. Her body needs and begs for Aloy to move faster and harder despite her own failures at keeping up. Her voice is muffled by Aloy's shoulder, teeth grazing the skin when she speaks.
"I can't. I need, I need you- ah." Zero is loud when she groans, hips rocking pathetically against Aloy. "More-"
All the noises Zero makes are alone enough for Aloy to pick up her pace, until the wet sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air. Her hands tighten on Zero's hips, using the leverage to lift and lower her to the rhythm of her thrusts.
"You," she gasps out, "you feel so good, I'll give you whatever you want, anything-" Her voice is strained, and to be told that she's needed makes her work that much harder. She hisses at the graze of teeth against her overheated skin. "I'll do this all night to you, please-"
The sounds she makes are erratic, varying lengths and loudness to her sighs and groans. Her hands, already looped around Aloy's neck, pull down- lowering them with her weight and hips without either of them pausing.
It's ironic, she knows, that they'd end up this way after her griping about missionary in the woods.
Once Zero is properly underneath Aloy she scrambles to pull her clothes up further, tugging fabric so that they can be as close as possible to one another. It's all bunched up around her waist and slips further and further up her body with each thrust Aloy makes. The last year had been spent in close quarters with other people: Beta, the Nora, GAIA always to some degree- out here in this place, after she's all but sweat out all of her inhibitions, Zero lets her mouth hang open and lets the whimpers leave her throat as loudly as it felt right.
Her hands slip around to grasp at Aloy's face, hands holding her face in place. Zero's words are spoken between sighs.
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"I think you'll like this one. We'll ah, have to move from this tree for it." She makes no move to do so herself initially, then pulls back with begrudging slowness, her fingers slipping out of Zero. A heartbeat later and she's picked her up, urging her to wrap her legs around her waist.
"It's something we've talked about," she says, as she leads them to their bedrolls.
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"You'll have to narrow it down. There's at least four books worth of planned horny fantasies at this point." She says, tone flat (she's only being a little hyperbolic, they'd been worse than rabbits prior to Zero getting sick).
"we've already done missionary in the middle of the woods." She looks confused and annoyed when Aloy sets her down. "A few times, actually. It's fine, but it's not really special."
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"I've been planning this trip for months," she answers finally, sifting through her things. This particular pack had been left unmolested by Zero's earlier rifling through, and she's grateful for it. "Give me some credit— honestly. Missionary in the middle of the woods..." The last of this is mumbled in subdued annoyance without any true bite to it.
She has to shuck off her trousers and underwear, and it's a relief— the humid air feeling cool against her flushed and overheated skin. What becomes apparent as she turns around is that she's attaching a harness to her hips, and what she's holding in one hand is a device, phallic-shaped and slightly ridged, sleeker than the other inventions Aloy's come up with during her adventures. She breathes out in a whoosh, then attaches the toy to the harness. There's a shaky breath as it clicks into place, symmetrical lines along it glowing a gentle Focus-blue and iridescent gold. She breathes out carefully— the phallus is semi-erect, which is interesting, and she's a little flushed, which is moreso.
"I had to, um," another breath, "research this. APOLLO helped. The Zenith tech got me a ways too. I could've asked GAIA or Beta for help, but it's, uh. Kind of awkward, and I've tested it on... myself." Her flush deepens, from embarrassment this time. "Took a lot of trial and error. Either it was too sensitive, or not sensitive enough, and I had to think about how it would affect my nerves, and..."
She's getting into the weeds about her research.
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She fixates lazily on Aloy undressing, it soothes her and temporarily distracts her from the uncomfortable warmth blooming under her skin. It's like that painful, dull itch that warns of a sunburn. Instinctively, she leans back when Aloy swings that thing around in her direction.
She half listens, gaze comically torn between her face and Aloy's techno dick. Eventually, she springs to life again and seems to find it in her to close her jaw. Zero crawls forward on her knees muttering to herself.
"You said you tested it-" Her finger just barely touches the tip, hand pulling back the second it responds. Suddenly, she lifts off the ground just slightly- only enough to fully push down the top of her tunic. All the fabric bunches up around her waist when she sits on her knees again. The fabric of her half-off clothes scrunches around her, and Zero looks up at Aloy with a new kind of hunger. There is nothing sharp or gleeful in her gaze as one might expect from Zero. Her eyes don't leave Aloy's face and she moves naturally despite this being the grand unveiling.
Zero leans forward and grasps the tool softly. It leans against her breasts as her hand moves up and down its length.
"How?"
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"I, um..." It had been one thing to do this herself: hurried and analytical, in secret and under the cover of night. It was something else entirely for Zero to be doing it, surrounded by the softness and warmth of her. She bites down the desire to stammer. "At first I tried it... unattached. I had to be sure it wouldn't hurt you, test the responsiveness, ah-" She swallows, unable to pull her eyes away. "You know, trial and error..."
She leans back some, bracing herself with her hand.
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"So you jerked off." She breaks down all of Aloy's scientific research and health and safety inspections into a singular act. Zero lets go and the strap falls onto her chest. She lays her hands on either side of her breasts and pushes them up and they shift to cradle it between her cleavage. They are still just a bit damp with milk.
"Not just once but a few times, yeah?" Zero puckers her lips and lets the saliva well up in her mouth, it spills slowly along the top of the strap, dripping down its length for added lubrication. Her hands move her breasts up and down its shaft— the pocket they create is as soft as it is firm.
"What did you think about?" Her eyes do not leave Aloy's face.
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The strap's sensitive, connected to her nervous system in the way the Zenith's nanotech created their protective suits and opulent, alien architecture. Simulacra tech, rigged to the Focus to monitor her vitals and spikes in hormones. The gold lines along the shaft shimmer and undulate in response to stimulation, working as blood might to make a human phallus engorge and harden. Aloy gasps, squirming at it despite being relatively accustomed by now. It's the heat and the air and Zero's closeness that do it, she thinks, or tries to think. She's understandably distracted by what Zero is doing, caught in a quantum state of fascination and bashfulness. The latter fades as Zero squeezes her length between her breasts and begins to move. The cock twitches, cradled in heat and dampness and Aloy gasps loudly in response, her head tilting back instinctively. Her hips rock forward into the motion, and she has just enough sense to notice how Zero's skin shimmers from saliva and residual milk. This, understandably, makes her focus worse.
"Ah-y... yeah, that's, mm, that's um, one way to put it." Somehow the next question embarrasses her a little, despite the situation. It takes her a moment to say anything.
"I... I thought of you." She begins, swallowing visibily. That alone wouldn't be enough, she knows from the heaviness of Zero's gaze on her, and the pollen unknowingly helps her along, loosening her tongue. "I thought of you riding me, or taking you from behind—" Her hands clench into white-knuckled fists, and she leans back in order to angle her hips so that she can get more friction.
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Her hands maneuver faster, increasing the warm friction that surrounds Aloy's cock.
"So? Does this thing work like a normal dick? How long before you come all over my tits?"
She leans down, shaking her head to pull back her hair since her hands are occupied. Zero licks the very tip of it with her tongue, a shudder following when she feels it twitch against her mouth. She does this again and again, long strokes around it's rounded head, as if trying to get to the center of something sweet and hard.
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How could she be so calm, Aloy wonders? She felt like she was going to jump out of her own skin, feeling heat coil deep in the pit of her stomach and tightening the longer it went on. She tries to think of frost gathering on a lake, of snow falling. Cold, she thinks desperately, cold. She tries to think of the coldest she's ever been. Cold like All Mother's mountain in winter, cold like the Cut had been, when ice had gathered in her hair and snow had caked her eyelashes, so freezing cold that she had barely been able to feel herself gripping handholds on cliffs and mountains. Cold like the air became when she pushed a Sunwing so high up that the air got thin around her. Even this mind over matter exercise barely makes a dent. Her hand trembles slightly as she reaches to gently card her fingers through Zero's hair, tangling in silvery-gold strands.
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"What are you waiting for then?" She leans towards Aloy's hand, trying to create more contact between them, mouth leaving her for just as long as it takes to mumble those words. Then she slips forward, taking the very tip into her mouth and sucking, hands not once still during any of this.
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The heat and friction of Zero's breasts against her and her mouth drive her crazy, but it's what she says that sends her over the edge. She finishes with a low groan, spilling all over Zero's chest and into her mouth. More of the clear lubricant — she would explain the details, but she's out of it, slumping backward. Her head lolls to the side and she tries to catch her breath, her face flushed and strands of her hair sticking to her cheek and the side of her mouth. She blinks slowly, returning to herself.
"Oh, wow."
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She is the closest thing to giddy manageable for someone like Zero when she asks:
"Well? How was it?"
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"It was good," she says, and amends a second later: "Great, ah... didn't mean to be done that quickly," her gaze searches Zero, narrowing in on the liquid drying on her chest, glazing over, then quick as anything, down in the direction of the toy. It's still semi-hard where it rests on her thigh. "I uh, adjusted for refractory periods — had to make sure it didn't... overload me every time. Some of the old tech for devices like this were more realistic, but this one's designed to be more adaptable."
She's pleased at her one-woman project, but more importantly, she asks, earnest, "What do you think? Does it pass muster?"
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Zero stays where she is leaning forward on her hands and knees, she sounds fond when she speaks.
"Well how the hell am I supposed to know, dummy? It's on me, not inside."
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She's a little nervous, though her eagerness and enthusiasm makes up for it. She reaches for Zero, then pauses. "How do you want me? You could," she twirls her index finger "turn around? Or we can try something else."
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"I dunno- how do you want me?"
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She shifts a little bit, both out of an odd sense of nervousness and out of a desire to make them both comfortable. She presses her forehead to Zero's own. "Like this," she murmurs. "I want to see your face."
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Aloy's answer is more embarrassing still, and not even Zero can hide how shy the answer makes her feel- though she tries, dipping her face against Aloy's neck, kissing the skin and skimming it with her teeth. What remains of her clothes is all bunched up around her hips and she shifts uncomfortably trying to press closer.
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"Wearing too much-" It's a frustrated complaint. She manages to push enough fabric off to the side to get better access. Something about Zero being half-clothed seems to excite her more than fully undressing her — she lines the head of her cock and slowly enters her. A soft groan escapes her — her hands tighten on Zero’s hips, pulling her closer and driving herself in deeper, until she can go no further. She forces herself into stillness, getting accustomed to the tight heat and wetness enveloping her. When she starts to move, it's carefully. Part of it is gauging Zero's reactions. Most of it is trying not to finish too quickly again and embarrass herself.
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Aloy enters her and suddenly she realizes how long it's been since they've done anything at all. Zero hisses and bites down on her lip to quell what she can. The sleek design had betrayed her eyes- it fills her more than she expects. She squeezes her eyes shut when they are still again, as if needing the moment to catch her breath even though they'd barely moved at all. When Aloy moves again she does not stop and Zero finds it harder to bite her lips shut; slowly they begin to part and with that noise follows, her sighs and groans slowly rising in pitch.
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"Good," she mumbles it without pulling away from Zero's mouth, sounding punch-drunk. "good... do you like it?"
It's asked with real earnestness, despite the situation. Aloy picks up her pace by a fraction, urging Zero to meet her.
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Her arms are wrapped around her neck for support, and her knotted fingers almost slip apart when she registers what Aloy is saying. She doesn't stop moving, but she can't seem to manage Aloy's pace- whether from exhaustion or surprise.
"-good? Wha- what do you mean good?" She struggles to speak, the words broken into parts with sighs and moans. Her grip continues to slip and so she pushes herself forward again, chin pressed against Aloy's shoulder. Her body needs and begs for Aloy to move faster and harder despite her own failures at keeping up. Her voice is muffled by Aloy's shoulder, teeth grazing the skin when she speaks.
"I can't. I need, I need you- ah." Zero is loud when she groans, hips rocking pathetically against Aloy. "More-"
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"You," she gasps out, "you feel so good, I'll give you whatever you want, anything-" Her voice is strained, and to be told that she's needed makes her work that much harder. She hisses at the graze of teeth against her overheated skin. "I'll do this all night to you, please-"
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It's ironic, she knows, that they'd end up this way after her griping about missionary in the woods.
Once Zero is properly underneath Aloy she scrambles to pull her clothes up further, tugging fabric so that they can be as close as possible to one another. It's all bunched up around her waist and slips further and further up her body with each thrust Aloy makes. The last year had been spent in close quarters with other people: Beta, the Nora, GAIA always to some degree- out here in this place, after she's all but sweat out all of her inhibitions, Zero lets her mouth hang open and lets the whimpers leave her throat as loudly as it felt right.
Her hands slip around to grasp at Aloy's face, hands holding her face in place. Zero's words are spoken between sighs.
"You- you wanted to see, right?"
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