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“W-What?”
“I want you to go down on me.”
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The Base was utterly devoid of the hum of people milling around, laughing over food, drink or a fierce fight against the machines. Had Aloy been focused on anything but the small hand that was working diligently between her thighs, desperate to alleviate some of the tension that had settled into her bones as of late, she might have noticed the sound of the west doors sliding open with a faint hiss.
Her back arched against the bedroll as she let her free hand trail across the slope of her shoulder, down the curve of her breast and trailed a single finger across the hard nub of her nipple, drawing a low-pitched hum from the back of her throat. White hot jolts of pleasure streaked tantalisingly down her naked body and sent a delightful shiver through her as she sped up the motion of her hand working through her folds, the warmth of her arousal coating her -
“Aloy? Are you in there?”
Erend’s voice brought her out of her pleasure-addled reverie so quickly that it was like being hit with a rogue canister of Chillwater, the squeak that left her throat would have been embarrassing had she not remembered that she was naked, gasping out in pleasure and working herself to completion to thoughts about the very man that stood on the other side of those metal doors.
It was the third time this week she’d been interrupted, just moments away from the tension-free bliss that came with a much-needed orgasm. There was always something, or someone, who wanted her time. The first had been a rogue spark coil that had turned the lab into one of Morlund’s light shows, the second had been a call from Alva about a new piece of data she’d discovered amongst ruins in Land Fall. The third request was a call from Beta requesting that Aloy stop leaving machine parts on the counter in the common room.
Where else was she supposed to store them exactly? Sylen’s had all but banned ‘useless clutter’ from the lab, and Erend had turned the war room into a makeshift brewery full to the brim with enough barrels of ale to drown a Tideripper.
Aloy let out a frustrated huff as she made herself presentable and hoped the heat she could feel dancing along her skin didn’t show on her face, stalking towards her room door and twisting the holo-lock with enough force that she thought her wrist cracked. She stomped into the common room with the crackling energy of a thunderstorm, not sparing a glance at Erend, whose eyebrow shot up warily at her seemingly foul mood.
“What, Erend?” she sighed, failing to keep the annoyance out of her voice as she leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms, levelling a glare at her oldest friend.
A part of her felt a pang of guilt as he stood before her, looking confused at her acerbic tone, hesitantly dropping his pack onto his usual bench by the strike board. He seemed to spend a few moments deciding something before he looked up at her with a quirked brow and a challenge on his handsome face. This new, more confident side of him had been a recent development. It did things to her, lustful things.
“Well, hello to you too, oh great Saviour.” He drilled sarcastically. “Forge-fire, who pissed in your stew, Aloy? Did egghead leave another passive aggressive data point about cleanliness and hygiene in the working environment?”
Aloy threw him a deadpan glare, but she couldn’t help the quirk of her lips at his words.
“Sorry, Erend.” She sighed, watching with a keen eye as Erend sat down on his favourite bench, his tense shoulders visibly relaxing. “I’m just… frustrated.”
She couldn’t very well tell her oldest friend that the entire reason for her mood was sexual frustration and the cause of said frustration was gazing up at her gently with a tinge of worry in those warm blue eyes, silently waiting for her to continue. Aloy was contemplating escaping the Base for the night and leaving her Focus behind, something she’d never have thought she’d ever do.
“Frustrated with what? Is it Nemesis?” Erend got to his feet, the leather of his armour creaking slightly as he moved towards her.
Aloy scowled, determined to put some much-needed space between them. She couldn’t be near him right now, especially with the remnants of her arousal still stirring within her. With a sigh, she walked around to the other side of the counter, busying herself with grabbing two tankards of ale from the freshly tapped barrel Erend had left there before his last trip to Hidden Ember. When she turned back around, her breath hitched for a moment at seeing the Oseram perched on one of the stools, his elbows folded in front of him and a smirk on his face. He was much too close…
“It’s gotta be something big if you’re drinking, Aloy.” He broke eye contact momentarily to reach for a sip of his drink as she set it down in front of him with a heavy clunk. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
“I-I know, thanks, Erend.” Aloy sighed heavily and lifted the tankard to her lips. The bitter taste of ale hit her tongue, and she grimaced slightly as it ran down her throat. “Shit, is this pure engine oil?”
“Pretty much.”
Erend threw back his head and let out a full-bellied laugh, his eyes twinkling in amusement as she took another, much smaller sip. Nope…still just as terrible. She lowered the tankard, the fuzzy warmth of the alcohol started to spread through her, and she began to wonder how Erend would react if she just blurted out exactly what was bothering her lately. There was a part of her brain that screamed at her that she was going to make things awkward between them, their friendship, but the heart side of her was thinking more along the lines of ‘Fuck it, whats the worse that could happen?’
Aloy wasn’t an idiot, she knew Erend harboured at least some sort of attraction to her, however small it might be. So it wasn’t as though she was leaping from a cliff without a Shieldwing, so to speak. Talanah and Zo had confirmed it enough over drinks one night when everyone had gone to bed and the Carja warrior had produced a green bottle of wine and three worn metal vessels from seemingly nowhere. Part a celebration of finally being gifted one of Aloy’s ‘trinkets’ and part Talanah finally taking up Aloy’s invite to join the ‘Gaia Gang’. The offer had been on the table for months. However, it had been the Sunhawk’s newly blossoming relationship with a certain Tenakth Marshall that had finally sealed the deal, as it were.
Though there had been some unofficial house rules set in place shortly after Aloy had walked in on the pair of them using the war room for more than just strategising!
Back to her thoughts, Aloy made up her mind as she ran a finger to collect the drop of ale that was slowly making its way down the side of her tankard, bringing the digit to her lips and wiping the moisture away. She was quick to catch the way Erend’s eyes subtly dropped to her lips and the way his lips parted, before he gulped and dropped his gaze to his drink, seemingly very interested in the pale ale.
Interesting…
If things went south, at least she could file the way his eyes had darkened for a moment for later. She would lock herself in her room, where she knew he wouldn’t bother her and slip her fingers between her thighs and get herself off to thoughts of him using those eyes on her in more intimate situations.
Or she could take her spear and go and hunt some machines, hoping she could beat out her frustration on a herd of unsuspecting Bristlebacks?
“O-Ok, I’ll talk. Just… promise me you won’t judge me?” Aloy relented and refused to meet his eyes.
“Of course not, is everything ok?” Erend asked, patiently waiting for her to continue.
She opened her mouth to speak, but the thought of being interrupted stopped her for a moment. With a heavy sigh, she reached up a hand to take her Focus off, before placing it down on the counter next to her drink. She didn’t want to risk one of their friends suddenly popping up with a request or a question. Aloy wanted to make the most of the two of them being completely alone in the Base, except Gaia, of course. Sylens had slunk off days ago to one of his workshops, and Beta was with Zo in Plainsong for the next few days. It was just the two of them, the thought made Aloy’s cheeks red.
“Damn this is big huh?” Erend whistled, following her lead and removing his own Focus.
“I’m… frustrated. I try to find a moment to be alone, then my Focus pings with someone wanting something. I know what I signed up for with this whole thing, but is it too much to ask for an hour to myself?” Aloy sighed dramatically, pursing her lips.
Erend tilted his head at her as a frown marred his handsome face, his thick eyebrows twitching as he gazed at her.
“I guess you’re so used to thinking you had to do everything by yourself it’s been difficult to let people in and admit you can’t do all this shit on your own. I know you’re more than capable, Aloy. But we aren’t going to get offended if you tell us to piss off for a while and leave you alone. Some of us can be a bit much on taking up your time, huh?” his chuckle didn’t quite match the self-deprecating grimace on his face. Did he think she was talking about him? They did talk much more than she did with the others, sometimes late into the night, even when he wasn’t at the Base.
He wasn’t getting what she was hinting at, so she decided to be a bit more direct.
“No, Erend, I’m frustrated.” She couldn’t help the way her cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she gave him a pointed look, her eyebrows rose.
He seemed to get what she was talking about just as he’d decided to take a sip of his ale, where he promptly choked on his drink and set it down with a heavy thud, coughing and spluttering painfully.
“O-Oh… ”
What followed was the way his entire face turned a vivid red, starting at his cheeks and extending to the tips of his ears. Aloy could only watch with her mouth open as he closed a fist and thumped at his throat, swallowing loudly and running a shaky hand through his mohawk.
“B-By the forge, warn a guy would ya?” He wheezed, and heat crawled down his neck.
Aloy felt a sliver of irritation shoot up her spine as she tampered down the appreciation of his red face, making arousal flutter in her again. She crossed her arms and began pacing back and forth behind the counter.
“How exactly could I warn you, Erend?” She at least had the sense to look sheepishly at his obvious shock. “Oh, sorry, just be aware my hormones have suddenly decided to kick in after twenty years, and I’ve been having all sorts of daydreams about your mouth on me in increasingly more lewd situations. How exactly would I word that, Captain?”
She noticed how his eyes narrowed before darkening as she spoke his former title as though it were an insult. He handed in his resignation to Avad shortly before journeying to the Claim to rally the Oseram clans, but that was a story for another time.
“W-What?” Erend spoke breathlessly, his face completely devoid of anything. It appeared as though she’d broken him. This man could easily take on an army by himself with nothing more than a charming grin and a strong right hook, but telling him she -
“I want you to go down on me.” Straight to the point, Aloy levelled him with a challenge in her green eyes and a raised eyebrow. It was the exact face she made when she challenged an enemy to a duel in the Pit, though the stakes here were significantly more complicated than Shards and machine parts.
While the entire catalogue of human emotions seemed to play out on his face, from shock to disbelief, Aloy tried to quash the anxiety rising in her throat and swiftly reached for her drink to take a heavy sip. The ale has loosened her inhibitions but a small, sensible part of her was worried that she’d fucked everything up between them. Their friendship meant everything to her. Could they recover if he rejected her?
What if things got awkward between them? Erend was too good of a person to lose just because her libido had suddenly decided she wanted to see what he looked like under all that metal. She’d had daydreams of his hands -
Erend blinked for a moment, then laughed.
Aloy gawked at him with her jaw unhinged, half unsure if he’d completely lost the plot and half contemplating punching him in his stupidly handsome face. He was full-on laughing now, the kind that wrinkled his eyes and mouth wide and full of teeth. The boom of his glee echoed off the walls, and she was pleased they were the only two around; another flare of irritation shot up her spine.
“I’m glad you find this so funny, Erend.”
He swept a tear from his eye, his face full of affection.
“I-It’s not that, not that at all.” Erend’s voice is just the right level of husky that sent a delicious shiver through her body, and she bit her bottom lip to control the whimper that threatened to escape her dry throat. “I honestly never thought you’d ever have those sorts of feelings about me, Aloy. Ever.”
“Well, I do… so surprise, I guess?” Aloy wiggled her fingers and placed her hands on her hips. “It’s entirely your fault, by the way, Talanah and I caught you and Kotallo wrestling a few weeks ago and let's just say I had a very visceral reaction to you being topless.” Aloy grinned, pointing a finger accusingly at her friend.
“I’d have thought my ale gut would put some people off.”
“Well, my daydreams say otherwise.” Her voice is part amusement at the situation and part desire as her words sink in. She rubbed her thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure building steadily at her core as he leaned back in his stool and lifted a thumb to rub slowly back and forth against his lips, eyes dark and full of heat as he gazed at her.
“W-What kind of daydreams?” His voice hitched on the first note, betraying his confident demeanour and making her feel a little less like she was about to jump into the Arena holding a practice bow.
She nervously wrung her fingers together and glanced down at her hands. Before she knew it, he had gotten up from his stool and slowly made his way around the counter to her, heavy footfalls hesitant as though Aloy might bolt at any moment. It wasn’t a bad idea, but the curious part of her was intrigued to see where this would lead. The air shifted between them as he stood in front of her, and tension settled in after the embarrassment she’d felt for the last several minutes of their awkward conversation. Before she knew it, she felt his fingers on her chin, tilting her face up gently to look up at him. He was an entire head and shoulders above the top of her braids, especially with him so close. It’d only take a second to rise on her toes and press her lips -
“I’m not great with words, if you hadn’t already gathered here.” Aloy chuckled nervously, heart racing as he leaned his head down just slightly so she could feel the heat of his breath on her lips. “I-I have no idea what I’m doing here… I’ve never -”
“Hey, don’t overthink things, I’m not exactly an expert myself.” Erend smiled as his hand grasped her cheek, eyes warm with affection. She pressed her cheek against his hand, eyelids fluttered as his thumb stroked her heated skin softly. Tiny sparks shot down her body, and she shuddered against him as his other hand settled softly on her hip.
“Have you done this before?”
“Y-Yeah, there have been a few women over the years, nothing serious. I even kissed Joruf for a dare after one too many drinks back in Meridian, which we’ve both sworn to take to our graves. He’d lynch me if I knew I told you.” Erend’s face lit up at her delighted snort, trying to ease her nervousness.
“I’d pay good shards to have seen that, then promptly scrub my eyeballs raw afterwards.” Aloy teased, her hands sitting on his shoulders, the heat of his skin under the familiar stripes of the Vanguard warmed her fingertips.
“Believe me, I wish I could! The point I’m making is I very much want to do those things with you, Aloy. I know you haven’t got much experience with this, and I’m happy to go at your pace. If you just feel comfortable kissing and cuddling in your bunk, then I’m all for it. No pressure.”
His hands on her skin were a welcome distraction, and she could almost feel the nervousness flowing out of her like a stream, being replaced by a different nervousness entirely. The kind of feeling that sent a pulse down her body and in between her thighs, a small moan escaped her throat.
“I really want you to go down on me, Erend.” Aloy makes a point to emphasise the ‘really’.
His large hands tightened against her skin, and his pupils were all but black now. He definitely heard her that time.
“Alright.” His voice was liquid, molten heat as he pulled her into his large frame. “C’mere.”
He went to press his lips to hers eagerly, but she misjudged the distance between them, and her nose collided with his. They stared at one another for a moment as mortification flooded her cheeks. Smooth Aloy…smooth! She berated herself, not helped by the delight on his face from their fumble.
“Glad to know the Savior of Meridian’s a damn better aim with an arrow than her lips.” Erend teased, the fingers of his right hand tilted her head to the side.
“These lips are well poised to tell you to shut up and get on with it.”
Erend did then, no hesitation in his movements as heat flooded her being. His lips were soft, curious, but insistent and full of promise as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He pulled her further into his embrace as if there was nothing he needed more than this, than her. Aloy moaned softly against his lips and lifted herself onto her tip-toes to wrap her arms around his neck, angling herself subconsciously as he deepened the kiss.
One of her hands left his shoulder and trailed curiously down his arm to squeeze at his bicep, drawing a growl from his throat as Erend pulled away briefly from her lips and gazed at her with a dumbfounded expression. Her hand ached to slip beneath his shirt, to rake her fingertips over the hard muscle she felt hidden beneath the fabric. Aloy had never been so annoyed with armour before, with the sheer amount of it he wore. She wants it all off.
“We should take this to your room.” Erend murmured against her lips, making her realise she’d said those last words aloud. His hand slid up her ribs, bringing her tunic hem all the closer to bare skin. “O-Only if you want to, of course.”
Aloy drew him into another, softer kiss, and she pulled away to smile up at him. She wanted to touch him, explore without barriers and for him to do the same for her.
“I do, lead the way.”
A short journey to her room, his hand engulfed her much smaller one as he practically dragged her through the double doors and turned to spin the holo-lock closed. She huffed a laugh as he immediately turned and pulled her back towards him again, and smiled down at her dangerously.
“Eager are we?” Aloy quipped, wrapping her arms around him to look for a clasp for his belly plate. “Never thought I’d see you move so quickly with all this metal.”
Erend chuckled, his hand reaching down between the minuscule space between them to a hidden latch behind his armour. The plate was tossed away somewhere with a heavy clang, and Aloy was immediately drawn to the clasps holding his gambeson together. Her dexterous fingers made quick work of removing the heavy plated leather, and he shrugged it from his broad shoulders as he leaned in to press his lips to her neck. His kisses trailed a slow journey down her collarbone bone and she was silently thankful she had only dressed in her tunic and trousers earlier. Aloy was far too impatient to spend the time unbuckling and discarding her own.
By the time she had worked Erend’s tassets from his body, she was trembling from his touch. His hands were like fire on her skin, studying her curves as dedicated as he’d studied with his Focus, eager to learn what she did and didn’t like. Aloy loved it when he nipped at a particular place below her jaw, he loved that she seemed particularly keen on squeezing the roundness of his ass whenever she got the chance, judging from his enthusiastic groans.
Aloy wasn’t sure when they had moved to her bedroll, but she offered no hesitation when she found herself being guided to lie back against her pillow. Her hair fanned around her, and she gazed up at him with a trusting smile as he lay above her, gaze reverent.
“Still convinced I’m dreaming here.” Erend blurted out as he pressed his hips against hers, her thighs open to let him settle more comfortably against her. The hardness grinding against the apex of her legs made her moan and tilt her head back with eyelids fluttering shut. She was much too hot with the layers still between them, so she guided his hand to the hem of her tunic, eager to be rid of it. Aloy impatiently tugged the hem of his striped shirt from his trousers, and he let her, far too focused on the flat plane of her stomach coming into view as her shirt inched higher. She was just about to tell him to lift his arms, mouth watering as the thick thatch of dark hair trailing over his belly came into view, but instead he groaned and ducked down to press a kiss to her hip.
“Erend…I’m trying to -” Aloy hissed exasperatedly, a giggle threatening to bubble out of her throat as his beard tickled her navel.
He stopped for a moment and looked up at her, his lips wet from his kisses, and his eyes were dark. Seeing him like this, so close to her core, sends a jolt of desire shooting to her loins. He momentarily drops his head to gently bite at her hip, causing her to whine.
“I know what you’re trying to do, Aloy.” His rich timbre was warm and teasing as he leant on one elbow and ran a hand up her left thigh. “I thought you wanted me to get you off?”
“Oh, I do, but I’m not going to lie and not touch you.” Aloy quips back, her hands running across his shoulders and tugging once more on the fabric. “I want to learn what you like too.”
Erend huffs and rolls his eyes with a smirk, before smoothly batting her hands away and swiftly pulling off his shirt and tossing it at her face.
“Noted.” Aloy can’t see anything for a moment before she feels his hands tugging down her trousers, her breath catches as she quickly tosses his shirt away and stares down at him. “Tug on my hair, I like that.”
“Noted.” Aloy smiles breathlessly as he grins into her stomach, imagining all the ways she can file that snippet away for later.
She can feel a small flutter of nerves travelling up her throat at the thought of being bare before someone for the first time, and it must show on her face because Erend immediately looks up at her with a frown. Aloy loves this more assertive side of him, but it sends a warm hug of affection through her that he’s still checking in to make sure she's alright.
“I’m fine, Erend. Please don’t stop.”
He seems to find what he needs from her gaze, and he smiles at her reassuringly, tugging her trousers the rest of the way off. She parts her thighs and sighs in bliss as cool air hits her folds, a slight shiver from the air conditioning of the Base making her hairs stand on end. Without thinking, she arches her back and all but rips off her tunic and throws it behind them. Erend freezes immediately, swearing under his breath as he runs his eyes over her bare skin languidly, and he looks up at her dazedly.
“You’re beautiful.” He says in awe, watching as she guides one of his hands to her bare breasts.
Aloy hums as he explores, squeezing and flicking her nipple with his thumb. It feels so much better when he does it, she thinks. The roughness of his fingertips as he rolls her nipple between his thumb and forefinger sends jolts of pleasure down to her core, and she shifts her thighs restlessly beneath him. Erend trails his other hand across her hip and finally down between her thighs, parting her folds gently, he hisses.
“Fuck, Aloy. You’re so wet already?” Aloy moans at his words and arches a brow at him.
“I’ve been wet for a while, actually. I told you I was frustrated, though I don’t mind your interruption so much.”
This seems to floor him and rile his arousal in one go, an almost pained look on his face as he presses a feather-light kiss to her curls.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, talking like that.” Erend murmurs and lifts one of her thighs over his shoulders, parting her folds teasingly with his thumb. “What were you doing?”
His tone gives her a bout of confidence at the power she seems to hold over him in this moment, and she mimics what she was doing earlier on in the evening, one hand teasing over her other nipple in synch with his. Her other hand raking into his mohawk and tugging, just as he said.
“M-Moving my hand in circles, I usually go for a slow build up but -” Aloy breaks off her words with a moan as she looks down to find Erend watching her eagerly, while his own much thicker fingers copy her words. “I was thinking about how good it would feel to feel your mouth on me and your tongue circling.”
“Y-Yeah?” Erend’s breath hitches; he looks wrecked. “Well… if you insist.”
Aloy is again very glad that there are no others in the Base. The moment Erend dives in and presses his mouth to her folds, her moan reverberates off the metal walls. He feasts as though she’s a single drop of cool water in a desert. Sh’s no idea how she tastes, but he seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself by the groans she can feel vibrating through her skin. His hand tightens on the thigh she has over his shoulder, and in response, she tightens her grip in his hair. She tilts her head back as he circles his tongue just as she said, as though he wants to savour every drop of her arousal. Aloy doesn’t see the way his eyes flicker up to watch what he’s doing to her, and he lowers his fingers to her entrance, circling the tip before he presses a single finger into her.
“F-Fuck Erend, just there.” Aloy gasps, trying to control the volume of her voice as Erend speeds up the thrust of his finger.
The familiar coil of tension that had been escaping her for the last few weeks was building again as she looked down to see him grinding his hips against her bedroll, knees beginning to shake as she realised he was just as wrecked as she was. As though he can sense her gaze on him, pleasure-addled blue eyes meet green, and he silently asks her if he can add another finger.
“P-Please.” Aloy bites her lip and throws her other leg over his shoulder, thighs clamping down as he removes a single digit and thrusts two back in with zero resistance, making her hips buck off the bed.
She whimpers as she can feel him twisting his fingers inside her, the noise almost obscene as he closes his lips over her clit and sucks. Erend groans against her as she feels herself clamp down on his digits, and he crooks them inside of her and runs back and forth against a delicious part of her she didn’t know existed. She’d explored herself before, of course, but his hands were larger, reaching deeper within her.
Her face burrows back into her pillow as her grip on his hair should feel almost painful, but he just speeds up his thrusts as she begins to flutter around him. It’s this in combination with a hard suck on her clit that finally tips her over the edge, her thighs trembling as she sees stars dance behind her eyelids.
“That’s it, Aloy. Let go.” His words feel muffled against her skin, as though he’d spoken them through her body, his fingers slowing as her body twitches through her orgasm, mind blissfully blank and free of the tension of the last few weeks.
It takes her a few moments to come down from her high, and she sighs contentedly, suddenly feeling a yawn threatening to escape her throat. There is a slight wince on her face as she feels Erend remove his fingers, and she gazes down at him.
Then promptly bursts out laughing.
He looks completely dishevelled, his normally neat mohawk is sticking up at odd angles, and the sight of her arousal covering the entire lower half of his handsome face makes her moan again.
“Gotta admit, I don’t normally get that reaction after oral sex, Aloy.” Erend waggles his eyebrows playfully at her as he wipes his face with the back of his hand, crawling over her.
“I made a mess of your hair. Erend that was - fuck.”
“That good, huh?” He dips his head to press a slow, lazy kiss against her lips. It’s a bit strange to taste herself on his tongue, but she doesn’t hate it.
Arousal blooms in her stomach as he grinds his hips against her again, and she feels how hard he is against her thigh. The thought that she wants him moving inside of her floods her entire body with longing, and she pulls away and presses a kiss to his neck.
“I told you I want it all off.”
Aloy barely blinks before he sits back on his knees and tugs his orange pants down his hips, and she takes the time to admire his large frame while he curses when the knot gets stuck. His arms are all power from years of swinging his hammer. Thick circles of tattoos adorn his shoulders with bands of lines, gears and bolts trailing to his wrists. His chest is broad and well defined and covered in a thick patch of hair that trails down his slight ale belly to his hips. Her eyes follow the path uncovered as he finally gets his trousers off and kneels bare before her.
She’s not sure what to compare him to, but his length is impressive, thick and standing at attention.
“Is this where you make a joke about your very impressive ‘hammer’?” Aloy teases with a raised eyebrow, reaching a hand to run a finger along the underside of him. He’s softer than she thought he would be, and she delights in the moan that falls from his lips.
“V-Very impressive, huh? Shit Aloy you’re gonna give me a big head.”
“That’s what you latched on to?”
She watches with rapt attention as he takes himself in hand and looks down at her, the most serious he has been so far.
“Last chance, are you sure about this?” Erend asks gently, crawling over her body to press a kiss to her cheek. “It will probably hurt, and what about uh… things taking root?”
Aloy flushes subconsciously at his words. After everything they’d done so far, this is the thing that makes her blush?
“Yes, I’m sure. I-I’ve been taking a special blend of herbs for a while now… just in case.” Aloy smiles reassuringly at him and brings his forehead to press against her own. “I want you, Erend.”
With a shaky breath and a nod, he looks down and uses his hand to line himself up with her entrance.
Aloy won’t lie and say it doesn’t feel strange as he presses forward. She’s never felt anything bigger than two of his fingers, and the pressure she feels makes her wince. Erend seems to be paying close attention, and he slows for a moment, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips and then her nose. Her earlier orgasm has loosened her up enough so there is no resistance, but she trusts him not to slide in in one solid thrust.
“Alright?” He asks breathlessly, stroking her hip with his thumb as he slides in further.
She nods and pulls him down into a soft kiss as he eventually pushes past her barrier and buries himself to the hilt. It does hurt, but it’s not as bad as she was expecting. Erend stills for a moment to let her adjust as she grimaces and blinks away a few stray drops of water that threaten to fall down her cheeks. He peppers kisses across her cheeks and down her jaw as she wraps her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders.
“Okay, I’m good. You can move, Erend.”
His eyes flood with desire as he locks eyes with her, he braces a hand on the bedroll next to her head and the other grasps at her hip. She winces slightly as he pulls back and thrusts slowly back inside her, dipping his head to press a lazy kiss to her lips.
The first few thrusts at his slow pace aren’t pleasant, but slowly the pressure begins to ease up, and the feeling is replaced with pleasure. Her mouth drops open and one of her hands trail down his broad back to squeeze at his ass, making him grunt.
“That’s it, Aloy. Better?” His awed grin makes her smile, and it soon turns into a moan as she tightens her legs around him.
“Y-Yes.”
Erend drops his forehead to hers as she gasps against his open mouth, pace increasing slightly as she begins to meet his thrusts with her own, nails raking over his skin. He grunts against her lips, the pair of them far too focused on chasing their pleasure to kiss.
“I-I don’t know how long I’ll last, you feel so damn good.” Erend groans against her lips, he seems to take note of how she clamps down around him at his words. “You like that, huh, telling you how you feel around me?”
Aloy whines against him, brain too pleasure-addled to try and form a coherent sentence, so she simply nods instead. She’s rewarded with a particularly hard snap of his hips against her. Her breasts are bouncing from the movement of his hips snapping deliciously against hers, the coil of pressure inside her tightens and tightens until she feels him hiss and pull away from her suddenly. Aloy glares up at him, ready to ask him what the hell he’s stopping for when he sits back on his haunches and pulls her into his lap. Surprised, she wraps her arms around his neck as he enters her again in one solid thrust.
“E-Erend… oh!” Aloy wraps her quaking legs around his hips as his hands settle there, lifting her and dropping her back down on his cock. He does this a few times before she gets the hint and meets his thrusts, a hand grasping at his hair again as his mouth lowers to take a nipple into his hot mouth.
She feels her eyes roll back as his length hits deeper within her, the lewd sound of their hips meeting fills the room, along with their moans. Aloy is teetering on that slim edge between pleasure and oblivion again and when she feels one of his thumbs return to her clit it’s just enough to finally tip her over the edge. Her hips thrust down on him one last time as she explodes, her shout loud as her orgasm flows through her and makes her body shake.
“That’s it, you’re perfect just like this.” Erend is babbling now, murmuring nonsensical things against her skin as he buries his head into her shoulders, open-mouthed kisses tickling her skin as he thrusts up into her several more times, drawing out her pleasure with a whimper.
The feel of his hips stalling before he tips over the edge after her with a feral shout almost sets off another chain reaction as she shudders against him. Aloy collapses against him bonelessly as she milks him through the remainder of his orgasm, breathing harshly from exhaustion as the pair of them fall to the bedroll, still entwined and a panting, sweaty mess.
It’s only a little later that Aloy comes back down to earth, and she finds Erend looking at her with soft eyes. He looks perfect like this, lying naked next to her with a sheen of perspiration across his skin. She sighs and snuggles into his embrace, feeling content in his warm, strong arms.
“So, did I do your daydreams justice?” Erend muses sleepily, trying to stifle a yawn.
“Absolutely, though I didn’t tell you about the one where you tied me up after First Forge, did I?”
Suddenly, Aloy finds - Erend isn’t so sleepy anymore.