"Already," Aloy manages a laugh between messy and wet kisses, never slowing her pace even with Zero's teasing and her own climax so close. She only barely manages not to go over the edge before Zero, and she's grateful for it when she hears her name cried out like that, feeling stars pop behind her eyes when she feels Zero tighten and pulse around her swollen cock. It doesn't take her long to finish after that — several more rough thrusts and she's finishing just as loudly, trembling in Zero's embrace and releasing so much of the lubricant inside of her that some of it spills out in what little space that's left between their joined bodies, staining the ground beneath them.
She collapses on top of Zero, the muscles in her arms like jelly, her cheek damp and sticking to Zero's chest. Her expression is dazed, eyes glazed over, and she's reluctant to pull out of her even though they're both still trying to catch their breaths. She decides not to bother — there was something deeply satisfying about their closeness. It felt good, right. Better than good — it eases the irrepressible itch beneath her skin for a moment, though it's still there, making her restless. Hungry. She's just cognizant enough to question it now, and dismisses the idea in the same breath. What mattered was that they were both enjoying each other, after so long of being at arm's reach.
She blinks slowly, still not fully back down to earth, and pushes herself up enough to press a tender kiss to the side of Zero's mouth. Her voice is hoarse when she speaks.
Every pulse and thrust is somehow magnified in the ripples that follow after she comes. If Aloy hadn't spilled inside of her she would have gone out of her way to tell her to do so- something full body satisfying at feeling her fill almost every crevice of her body. She can feel the sticky lubricant spill out of her and it quells something insistent inside of her, making the ache duller even if briefly.
They lay there for sometime. It is Aloy who comes to first. Zero is delayed in turning her head, and her own kiss lands on Aloy's cheek. She rolls her eyes, panting between her words.
"Don't ask stupid questions." She almost smiles and then she kisses Aloy again, slow and deliberate as her hands trace the line of her neck and then tangle in her hair. Zero was like this sometimes, but hardly ever once she'd become pregnant (for various reasons, many of which were more difficult to work through than others). Even before that this sort of intimacy, as soft as it was sensual, open in her love- was usually hidden behind well meaning nagging. Her face is softer, adoring in the way her brow relaxes and her eyes lift into a smile. Even these things were usually saved for when Aloy was in a particularly bad mood or had just returned from a long trip- tired, temporarily broken and seeking refuge.
Her face grows a tough more somber; she looks like she's deep in thought. For a moment she does nothing but stroke Aloy's face with her thumbs holding her head in her hands.
"You know all that shit they say about becoming a mom, and how it changes the way you look at the world- the love you're supposed to feel for your kid is so intense, more than any other kind of love you feel. I always thought that was fake 'cause of my own mom.. but at least for me, it ended up happening. Knowing that feeling.. I keep thinking about you- what you were like as a baby.. the fact that you didn't have anyone to love you that way." There's a pause, some lump in her throat produced by post-partum hormones.
"If I could go back and meet you then- I'd give you everything." A beat.
"Maybe that's why you sucking me off like that earlier was hot."
It's a quieter, gentler sort of affection than she's used to from Zero, and so her triumphant smile fades to something more subdued when she takes her face into her hands. It's still uncommon for Zero to talk about her life before she'd arrived on GAIA's Earth, and so Aloy falls silent to listen. What she says makes Aloy's own face soften, and her eyes mist over, flicker away and down.
"No one's ever said anything like that to me before." There's a weak little huff of a laugh at that, hoarse-sounding. "You've already given me so much — it'd be selfish to want for more. But... I would have liked that. To be with you."
The silence that follows after is comfortable, until Zero speaks again, and Aloy's whole face flushes. She swallows visibly, fighting down her initial flare of embarrassment. "That's... a lot to unpack." She debates it, then with a sigh, she adds, begrudgingly. "But it was." She leans forward then, in subdued eagerness.
There are many observations she could offer to back up her theory (and she would be a bit proud to make Beta think teaching her the scientific method was a bad idea). Instead Zero has some mercy. She laughs, husky as always but struggling still to catch her breath from it all.
"Hm, what else?"
Her hands are locked around Aloy's neck like a chain, she lets go of her body weight pulling Aloy down- whether they toppled downward or stayed upright was Aloy's choice alone.
"I liked the way you looked at me- most of the time you act like some knight in shining armor, but today? Dunno', I feel like if I told you to spit in my mouth you'd actually do it."
She is oddly thoughtful in her response. Zero takes her time in gathering her thoughts.
"I liked all the sappy stuff you said, and that part at the end where you pounded me into the ground. There's a dent in the shape of my pelvis in the dirt."
Again, Zero falls quiet. Her eyes stray from Aloy's for a second, there's a very clear uncertainty on her face.
"I'm sorry about before. It's been hard to focus on anything but the kid- I feel like if I look away for even a second something might happen to her. I didn't think about how much you had do to make all of this happen."
Zero tips them backward and Aloy allows it, wrapping an arm around her to brace her fall. Without her usual inhibition, she buries her face in Zero’s chest, intimate without being erotic, her ear pressed to where her heart beats. For a time she does nothing but listen, soothed by their closeness and Zero’s voice, the rare sound of her laughter. She does look up to respond, both eyebrows raised.
“I wouldn’t-” She’s embarrassed again. Her hand comes up to cover her mouth at the thought. “You seriously want me to do that?” She didn’t even know that was a thing that people did. “I was…” A pause. She struggles with this, admitting to being anything less than composed. “Frustrated, I guess. I wanted you to enjoy yourself. You’ve been so,” high-strung is the first word that comes to mind and she amends it before she accidentally blurts it out, “stressed about everything. And with the birth, and everything that happened before, I was worried about you.”
It’s not only rare to hear an apology from Zero, it’s downright unheard of, and Aloy is quiet and surprised in the wake of it. She lifts her head away from Zero’s chest to study her face, and reaches up to stroke her cheek. It’s tender, this gesture, meant to soothe. She is silent for a time, working out what to say, and then she speaks in the calm and reassuring way that was customary of her.
“It’s alright. I get it. But remember that you aren’t alone in all this. I’m looking out for her. I’m looking out for you too — that’s what being a family is about.”
She adds, “And the entire tribe is crazy about her, you know. Not to mention Beta and Zo. I think they’d take down an entire battalion of machines before they let anything happen to her. It’s…” She smiles some, and it’s tinged with melancholy. “It’s funny. Some part of me was afraid that history would repeat itself. It’s still a little surreal — seeing how eager everyone is to help.” Having a support system at all.
It's difficult, even now, to feel deserving of such tenderness from Aloy. She turns into her hand, half indulging in it, half hiding from her.
"Family, huh.. who would've thought." The word feels strange on her tongue. Her face is turned away into Aloy's hand and under this cover she silently mouths the word against Aloy's palm. She almost scares herself when she realizes she's thinking about Two: her attachment to a man who was pathetic but stayed by her side, those children she's taken responsibility for her— lost her mind for all for no reason other than trying to find some purpose.
She doesn't want that to weigh her down now— while Aloy is still inside of her and holding her like this. Zero turns so she can look up at her again.
"But honestly.. would you spit in my mouth if I asked? What if I did it to you?"
Even if she wanted to answer in the negative, the strap has different ideas: languidly, it twitches back to life inside of Zero. Aloy glances up, seemingly at something in the distance. She makes an expression that could only be called sheepish.
"Hm- I, uh. I guess so." Some of her embarrassment fades once the confession is out. She props herself up on her elbows. "There's not much you could ask me that I wouldn't do for you." Her voice is a bit strained for all her apparent relaxation. "And there's not a lot you could do to me that I wouldn't like."
She shifts beneath Zero, swallows. "Tell me the appeal, first. Why you want it."
It's the finest moment of hubris Zero has ever gotten to experience. She is as smug as she is turned on when she feels Aloy twitch inside of her, toes curling against the bedding underneath her feet. To say this thing was lifelike was an understatement.
"Not all of us are eggheads like you.. theorizing over sex." For good measure she wraps her knuckles against Aloy's skull. "Just let yourself be an animal for two seconds."
Which is a sentiment she already seems to be giving into. Zero takes Aloy's head in her hands and kisses her again: on her neck, chin, cheeks every square surface of skin she can lay her mouth on and then her nails dig into the sides of her face, tongue running up her neck and across her cheeks with a loud, shameless sound. Zero savors the taste of salt on her lips and speaks against Aloy's ear.
"Let me have a turn with that robo dick and we'll test that statement about you and me."
"I'm not being an egghead..." She mumbles, still more than a little embarrassed over the toy giving her away. "What's wrong with wanting to know?" Her borderline sulking is forgotten in favor of the way Zero nearly overwhelms her with kisses a moment later, however. It effectively puts an end to any grousing, if the way she shudders and squirms in her attempts to get more of it is any indication.
She somehow had not considered this — that Zero would want to use the invention she'd made to use on her, but after a little thought on it, it made sense. More than that, it was... intriguing (arousing), though she's reluctant to leave the position she's in, buried so deeply inside of her.
"Uh... alright. Let me, um..." She shifts beneath Zero, breathing out unsteadily. "Just a moment."
It's with reluctance that she pulls out of Zero, rolling off of her with a grunt and beginning the work of removing the harness and the strap, which still glistens with evidence of Zero's arousal. The ever-present pollen she's breathing in fills her with the sudden urge to stroke herself off until she finished again, but she quells this impulse. Instead her eyelids briefly flutter as the strap detaches itself from her. She slumps back, bracing herself on her hands. Without being attached to a body, the toy returns to its mostly flaccid state — gold and blue lines fading. Aloy looks a little winded.
"Expect it to feel a bit strange as you get used to it," she finally says. Her eyes are still half-closed.
"-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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She collapses on top of Zero, the muscles in her arms like jelly, her cheek damp and sticking to Zero's chest. Her expression is dazed, eyes glazed over, and she's reluctant to pull out of her even though they're both still trying to catch their breaths. She decides not to bother — there was something deeply satisfying about their closeness. It felt good, right. Better than good — it eases the irrepressible itch beneath her skin for a moment, though it's still there, making her restless. Hungry. She's just cognizant enough to question it now, and dismisses the idea in the same breath. What mattered was that they were both enjoying each other, after so long of being at arm's reach.
She blinks slowly, still not fully back down to earth, and pushes herself up enough to press a tender kiss to the side of Zero's mouth. Her voice is hoarse when she speaks.
"... You okay?"
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They lay there for sometime. It is Aloy who comes to first. Zero is delayed in turning her head, and her own kiss lands on Aloy's cheek. She rolls her eyes, panting between her words.
"Don't ask stupid questions." She almost smiles and then she kisses Aloy again, slow and deliberate as her hands trace the line of her neck and then tangle in her hair. Zero was like this sometimes, but hardly ever once she'd become pregnant (for various reasons, many of which were more difficult to work through than others). Even before that this sort of intimacy, as soft as it was sensual, open in her love- was usually hidden behind well meaning nagging. Her face is softer, adoring in the way her brow relaxes and her eyes lift into a smile. Even these things were usually saved for when Aloy was in a particularly bad mood or had just returned from a long trip- tired, temporarily broken and seeking refuge.
Her face grows a tough more somber; she looks like she's deep in thought. For a moment she does nothing but stroke Aloy's face with her thumbs holding her head in her hands.
"You know all that shit they say about becoming a mom, and how it changes the way you look at the world- the love you're supposed to feel for your kid is so intense, more than any other kind of love you feel. I always thought that was fake 'cause of my own mom.. but at least for me, it ended up happening. Knowing that feeling.. I keep thinking about you- what you were like as a baby.. the fact that you didn't have anyone to love you that way." There's a pause, some lump in her throat produced by post-partum hormones.
"If I could go back and meet you then- I'd give you everything." A beat.
"Maybe that's why you sucking me off like that earlier was hot."
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"No one's ever said anything like that to me before." There's a weak little huff of a laugh at that, hoarse-sounding. "You've already given me so much — it'd be selfish to want for more. But... I would have liked that. To be with you."
The silence that follows after is comfortable, until Zero speaks again, and Aloy's whole face flushes. She swallows visibly, fighting down her initial flare of embarrassment. "That's... a lot to unpack." She debates it, then with a sigh, she adds, begrudgingly. "But it was." She leans forward then, in subdued eagerness.
"What else did you like?"
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"Hm, what else?"
Her hands are locked around Aloy's neck like a chain, she lets go of her body weight pulling Aloy down- whether they toppled downward or stayed upright was Aloy's choice alone.
"I liked the way you looked at me- most of the time you act like some knight in shining armor, but today? Dunno', I feel like if I told you to spit in my mouth you'd actually do it."
She is oddly thoughtful in her response. Zero takes her time in gathering her thoughts.
"I liked all the sappy stuff you said, and that part at the end where you pounded me into the ground. There's a dent in the shape of my pelvis in the dirt."
Again, Zero falls quiet. Her eyes stray from Aloy's for a second, there's a very clear uncertainty on her face.
"I'm sorry about before. It's been hard to focus on anything but the kid- I feel like if I look away for even a second something might happen to her. I didn't think about how much you had do to make all of this happen."
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“I wouldn’t-” She’s embarrassed again. Her hand comes up to cover her mouth at the thought. “You seriously want me to do that?” She didn’t even know that was a thing that people did. “I was…” A pause. She struggles with this, admitting to being anything less than composed. “Frustrated, I guess. I wanted you to enjoy yourself. You’ve been so,” high-strung is the first word that comes to mind and she amends it before she accidentally blurts it out, “stressed about everything. And with the birth, and everything that happened before, I was worried about you.”
It’s not only rare to hear an apology from Zero, it’s downright unheard of, and Aloy is quiet and surprised in the wake of it. She lifts her head away from Zero’s chest to study her face, and reaches up to stroke her cheek. It’s tender, this gesture, meant to soothe. She is silent for a time, working out what to say, and then she speaks in the calm and reassuring way that was customary of her.
“It’s alright. I get it. But remember that you aren’t alone in all this. I’m looking out for her. I’m looking out for you too — that’s what being a family is about.”
She adds, “And the entire tribe is crazy about her, you know. Not to mention Beta and Zo. I think they’d take down an entire battalion of machines before they let anything happen to her. It’s…” She smiles some, and it’s tinged with melancholy. “It’s funny. Some part of me was afraid that history would repeat itself. It’s still a little surreal — seeing how eager everyone is to help.” Having a support system at all.
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"Family, huh.. who would've thought." The word feels strange on her tongue. Her face is turned away into Aloy's hand and under this cover she silently mouths the word against Aloy's palm. She almost scares herself when she realizes she's thinking about Two: her attachment to a man who was pathetic but stayed by her side, those children she's taken responsibility for her— lost her mind for all for no reason other than trying to find some purpose.
She doesn't want that to weigh her down now— while Aloy is still inside of her and holding her like this. Zero turns so she can look up at her again.
"But honestly.. would you spit in my mouth if I asked? What if I did it to you?"
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"Hm- I, uh. I guess so." Some of her embarrassment fades once the confession is out. She props herself up on her elbows. "There's not much you could ask me that I wouldn't do for you." Her voice is a bit strained for all her apparent relaxation. "And there's not a lot you could do to me that I wouldn't like."
She shifts beneath Zero, swallows. "Tell me the appeal, first. Why you want it."
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"Not all of us are eggheads like you.. theorizing over sex." For good measure she wraps her knuckles against Aloy's skull. "Just let yourself be an animal for two seconds."
Which is a sentiment she already seems to be giving into. Zero takes Aloy's head in her hands and kisses her again: on her neck, chin, cheeks every square surface of skin she can lay her mouth on and then her nails dig into the sides of her face, tongue running up her neck and across her cheeks with a loud, shameless sound. Zero savors the taste of salt on her lips and speaks against Aloy's ear.
"Let me have a turn with that robo dick and we'll test that statement about you and me."
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She somehow had not considered this — that Zero would want to use the invention she'd made to use on her, but after a little thought on it, it made sense. More than that, it was... intriguing (arousing), though she's reluctant to leave the position she's in, buried so deeply inside of her.
"Uh... alright. Let me, um..." She shifts beneath Zero, breathing out unsteadily. "Just a moment."
It's with reluctance that she pulls out of Zero, rolling off of her with a grunt and beginning the work of removing the harness and the strap, which still glistens with evidence of Zero's arousal. The ever-present pollen she's breathing in fills her with the sudden urge to stroke herself off until she finished again, but she quells this impulse. Instead her eyelids briefly flutter as the strap detaches itself from her. She slumps back, bracing herself on her hands. Without being attached to a body, the toy returns to its mostly flaccid state — gold and blue lines fading. Aloy looks a little winded.
"Expect it to feel a bit strange as you get used to it," she finally says. Her eyes are still half-closed.
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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.]