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Aloy has been worshiped before. She’d begged the Nora to stand then, uncomfortable with the way their eyes looked up at her after so many years of looking down.
Now Erend is on his knees before her, but there is no such discomfort.
She runs shaky fingers through his hair as his lips trail up from her knees to her thighs and beyond. She leans back on his bed as he motions for her to put her legs over his shoulders. Her gentle touch on his hair turns to a tight grip at the first long stroke of his tongue against her.
His hands go to her sides, holding her in place as her hips mindlessly lift off the edge of the bed. Aloy’s mind is spinning at the sensory overload; the soft slide of the sheets against her back, the strength of the large hands attempting to hold her in place, and the skilled motion of Erend’s tongue pushing her closer and closer to her release.
Erend groans as he feels her legs pushing against his shoulders, her thighs tightening around the sides of his head as he quickens the swipes of his tongue. Aloy shudders at the sensation, the sweet sounds she can’t muffle with the back of her hand feeding his desperate need. He can feel her tensing, muscles wound tight like a bowstring drawn to the point of snapping. Erend focuses his attention on the bundle of nerves that will push her over the edge and sucks.
Aloy’s mind goes white. On some level she can feel the tension melting out of her limbs, her legs sliding off Erend’s shoulders as he moves to join her on the bed, but at the forefront of her mind all she can feel is warmth washing over her in waves.
Erend slides into bed alongside her, laying gentle kisses on her shoulder as Aloy basks in the afterglow. He brushes a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her forehead and tucks it behind her ear. Aloy’s eyes are glossy when she meets his gaze, a gentle smile playing at her lips.
In moments like these, he has nothing to say. He keeps his mouth busy in other ways. He might never be able to convince Aloy with his words that he’s worth keeping around. In fact, he’s just as likely to say too much and chase her off. No, when she’s in his bed and willing to give him what little spare time she has, he doesn’t want to waste it with words. Erend might not be able to tell her why she should want to keep him around, but he can show her.
Aloy’s breathing is steadying, the small shivers finally subsiding as she exposes more of her neck for his wandering lips. With the easy strength Erend displays, whether it’s to wield his hammer or hold her down, she’s always shocked by the gentle touch of his hands as they explore her body.
“Are you almost done?” she teases, suspecting these extended sessions dedicated to her pleasure her are very much so for him just as much as they are for her.
“Almost, almost,” he grumbles against her collarbone, one hand caressing the side of her breast, the pad of his thumb brushing over a raised nipple. “So beautiful, you know that?”
Aloy can’t respond, since he seals her lips with a searing kiss. His hand trails lower, one finger trailing along her side and making her squirm. He grins, giving her ticklish sides a quick pinch. She nips his lower lip in retaliation, but if the involuntary flex of his hips is anything to go by, she’s not sure it’s a good deterrent.
“You’re impossible.”
“I was under the impression I’m actually pretty easy.”
Any other time, Aloy would roll her eyes at him. She should not find the casual humor as attractive as she does, but when Erend is leaned over her, his pupils blown wide and a pleased grin plastered on his face, she can feel that little ball of want clench low in her stomach. “Stop talking,” she commands, bringing her hands around the back of his head to pull him in for an aggressive kiss.
Erend gets her off like this, one hand buried between her shaking thighs and the other stroking her hair. Aloy hides her face in his neck to cry out as the pleasure overwhelms her, her cheeks burning at the realization just how quickly her want has turned to need. Erend’s touch has moved back to her hip, his glistening fingers flexing as she gathers herself.
She feels the mindless thrust of his hips against her and before he has the chance to distract her again, Aloy throws a leg over his waist and has him on his back. She drags her warm heat over the length of him, and his grip on her hips tightens to nearly bruising.
Erend can’t help the stream of words flowing from his mouth now, not with her hovering over him like this. There’s a benevolent smile on her face, the light from the fire circling her head like an actual halo as she sinks down on him and- yes, Aloy. So good, you’re so good to me.
Later, when they collapse together on the bed, chests heaving, he whispers her name and it sounds like a prayer.