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Aloy, Seyka, Erend, Alva, and Kotallo had been traveling as a group for eleven days, and while Aloy loved her friends and had learned to genuinely enjoy their company, she was ready to ditch them and be alone with her lover. Besides cuddling while they slept, some chaste kisses, and one much too brief make out session against a tree in the wilds, her and Seyka had had no time or opportunity for intimacy. Though, that hadn't stopped the tension from building. No, not at all. They had shared many heated glances from across the campfire, innocent touches that promised more at the soonest opportunity, and Seyka had a talent for saying things that sounded completely innocuous to everyone else, but held an entirely different meaning to Aloy. Especially when the marine followed it up with that particular smirk, the mischievous curve of a lifted eyebrow.
Seyka had absolutely been doing it on purpose and it was starting to make Aloy squirm—and a little short tempered, if she were being honest. It’s not like it had been particularly long time, but it felt like an eternity. Not just because of the relief of stress, but more so, the intimacy of connecting with her partner in that way. The relaxation she only felt in solitude, or alone with Seyka. And by the time she had woken up that morning she was so desperate for it she was ready to pull her hair out.
Every minute seemed longer than the next, and it didn't help that Aloy had felt Seyka's eyes on her all morning as the five of them made their way back to the base on foot. The marines gaze was heated and intense, she could feel it boring into her, moving down her form like a caress. Aloy knew exactly what that meant, and goosebumps made a slow creep across her skin just at the thought of indulging Seyka in whatever fantasy was running through her mind. She hoped to find out what it was as soon as they made it to their bedroom, in about three hours—if they hurried.
Aloy picked up the pace of her gate, her own gaze returning to her lover every few seconds, no matter how much she tried to fight the urge. Since Seyka had left the Quen, she has opted for different armor every now and then, as long as the colors paired well with her signature fish-leather cape. Recently, she'd been wearing the Utaru Winterweave. Seyka favored it for its light weight durability, freedom of movement, and obviously, the color scheme. Aloy favored it because it left much more of Seyka's skin bare than her Quen fatigues ever had, giving the huntress a very distracting and often frustrating view of what she considered to be Seyka's best assets—physically, anyways.
Aloy’s eyes traced along the opening of the plant fiber skirt that revealed the muscled length of Seyka's thighs, up over her bare midriff, to her toned and sun-kissed arms, before settling on the curve of her neck. The sun was warm, air balmy, and she couldn’t stop thinking about tasting the tiny beads of sweat that formed on the soft spot below her girlfriends ear, Seyka's high ponytail allowing her the perfect view. Her eyes zeroed in on a drop of sweat sliding down the side of Seyka's neck, watching it until it disappeared beneath the collar of her armor. It brought back memories of burying her face there—the tang of salt hitting her tongue as Seyka fucked her into the bed. Aloy's mouth went dry and she let out a unwitting groan of annoyance.
The memory felt unfairly distant.
"What are you looking at, Sunwing?" Seyka's voice broke through the haze of brain fog clouding Aloy's thoughts, and she looked up at her partner. She had intended to snap back with a glib remark, but the lascivious smile and wink Seyka gave her was enough to make her blush and trip over her own feet instead. Aloy would have fallen right on her face if Kotallo hadn’t caught her arm.
"Watch your step, commander." The marshal said with his usual monotone inflection, but there was a small, amused smirk curving his lips as his eyes shot over to share a look with Alva and Seyka. Alva failed to stifle a giggle, while Seyka didn't bother, throwing her head back to laugh boisterously. But Aloy couldn't stay mad, finding herself distracted once again, this time by Seyka's smug smile, she just wanted to kiss it off her stupid fa—
Aloy ran right into Erend's back.
Her friend turned around to give her a funny look. "Hey, watch it, Aloy. I'm walking here."
"You were in my way." Aloy snapped, and then she caught herself—Erend hadn't done anything wrong, she was just crabby. "Uh, sorry, Erend." Aloy mumbled. "I..uh..I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. That was my bad."
Erend chuckled. "Ah, it's okay. It was probably my snoring that kept you up anyways."
Seyka turned to Aloy. "Don't worry, babe. Once we're home we'll get you plenty of…" She put on that particular smirk, that mischievous curve of a lifted eyebrow as she finished her sentence. "…rest."
A flush spread throughout Aloy's body like a hot flash, and she cleared her throat. "Right. Can't wait." She said, shooting Seyka a smile. Hoping it looked at least a little sexy, and kind of annoyed, not like a grazer caught in the crosshairs of her bow—which is how she felt.
Aloy decided it was safer to keep Seyka out of her line of sight, lest she almost fall on her face again, so she walked a few paces ahead of the group. But her strategy wasn't much help, she could feel Seyka's presence, as she always could, pulling at her like an especially strong current attempting to carry her to dangerous waters—waters she loved to tread.
Waters she would happily drown in.
The three hours it took to get back to the base were long ones, and Aloy felt the prickle of tension and annoyance grow to a full blown fever as time seemed to drag on and on. The lines of her scowl growing deeper with every step forward.
*
Aloy's mood vastly improved as soon as the bedroom door slid shut behind them and Seyka had her pressed against it, blunt nails scratching at the nape of her neck as fingers curled into her hair. Soft, warm lips brushing against her own. Within a few short minutes much of their armor was strewn across the bedroom floor, unceremoniously torn off each other between hungry, biting kisses. Seyka's hands deftly unbuckled a pauldron from Aloy's shoulder, both of them ignoring the heavy thud as it hit the ground. Seyka's skirt of armor soon followed.
Aloy was pulling a bracer from Seyka’s forearm when she gave her girlfriend a scolding glare “you know, it’s a little unfair for you to look at me like you did this morning when we haven’t been alone in over a week.”
“Do I need to remind you that you were most certainly looking too?” Seyka asked, smirking. “Besides, it was payback.”
Aloy gave her a confused look “Payback? For what? Looking?”
“No—” Seyka drawled “—Ever since Alva interrupted what was supposed to be a quickie in the woods three days ago you’ve been a bit of an asshole.” Seyka started to untie the laces of Aloy’s belt as she spoke “which I’m starting to discover kind of turns me on—like, a lot.”
Aloy let out a surprised scoff “I have not been an asshole.” she said defensively as her hands took down the marines ponytail with quick familiarity, pausing to admire how her hair cascaded down her neck and shoulders as it fell loose all the way past her waist.
Then, after processing everything Seyka had just said, Aloy added “wait—it turns you on?”
“Not an asshole to me, of course.” Seyka said, placing her hands on either side of Aloy's face and drawing her into a sweet, brief kiss. “You are almost never an asshole to me, even when I deserve it.” She smiled and raised an eyebrow “But you’ve definitely been…short tempered? with everyone else. And yes, when you cussed out those Carja Nobles the other day? Very hot. And don’t even get me started on that scowl and little wrinkle on your forehead you get when you’re pouting.” She ran a thumb over Aloy’s bottom lip “So cute and sexy.”
“I do not pout,” Aloy said weakly, knowing very well that she did.
“Oh, you definitely do, and somehow you are very attractive when doing so—especially when I know it’s because we haven’t had the chance to fuck in days.”
“Or maybe it’s only attractive because you are just as sexually frustrated as me?” Aloy said smartly with a smirk of her own.
“Mmm, maybe.” Seyka shrugged. “have I mentioned the smirk is sexy too?”
“A couple times,” Aloy mumbled, distracted now by the scent of Seyka's hair and skin—like last nights campfire and the ale she had shared with Erend. Aloy dipped her head to trace the line of Seyka's neck with her nose, and then her lips, finding the sweat stained spot that had been tempting her all morning. The familiar taste of salt and Seyka filled her mouth, brought an unbearable itch to her teeth, to feel skin between them. So, she gently bit down, dragging her teeth and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a low groan of pleasure from Seyka.
"You're biting already." Seyka teased with a throaty laugh. "You must have missed me."
"Trying to show you how much." Aloy replied as she pressed several more rough kisses to the side of her neck. Leaving behind an especially dark hickey just below her ear.
Seyka began to take off the last of Aloy’s armor, but it was the first time the huntress had worn this set—Something she had picked up on their recent journey, and Seyka had joked that Aloy was going to need an entire room in the base just for her fashion sense.
"It's not about fashion, Seyka. This is quality armor." Aloy had argued, giving the hard breastplate a knock with her fist as she inspected it. "Look how sturdy it is."
And sturdy it was—to Seyka's annoyance at this very moment, because she was having trouble getting the damn thing off. Aloy decided not to help because her girlfriends frustration was becoming rather amusing as the marine cursed under her breath. She was hurriedly trying to find the final lacing on the breastplate, letting out an annoyed sigh, she said “Usually I enjoy all the new armor you get. Taking it off you is like an especially fun and rewarding puzzle,” her hands finally found the ties underneath a fold of leather that ran along Aloy’s side and she started to tug at them “But at times like this, when I’m horny as fuck and desperate to get you naked—it’s kind of a pain in the ass.”
As always, Seyka’s bawdy words made Aloy’s entire body flush, but she still manged a smug smile, “desperate, huh?”
“Very. Fucking. Desperate” Seyka said, emphasizing each word. She was still struggling with the stubborn armor when she let out another frustrated curse and took the laces in her fist, tugging them until the leather snapped. Aloy’s breastplate fell to the floor. The huntress thought about scolding Seyka for damaging a new piece of armor, but all that came out when she opened her mouth was a breathy whimper as her tongue refused to form words, because who could deny how hot that was?
“Promise I’ll fix that.” Seyka muttered as she moved to take Aloy's lips again. They were both in nothing but their underclothes now, and the huntresses lips were warm, pliant, soft against Seyka’s. The marine cupped the back of Aloy’s head, holding firmly as she pressed the tip of her tongue into her mouth, to brush it against Aloy's—both of them moaning at the taste of each other.
Seyka put her other hand on the small of Aloy's back, pulling their bodies flush, which drew another whimper from Aloy. Seyka's kiss and tight embrace made her knees nearly buckle as another rush of desire ran hot through her veins. Something inside Aloy boiled and melted and burned whenever Seyka kissed her like this—Just like the first time she had. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriends neck to steady herself.
As they kissed, Seyka walked Aloy backwards, further into the room until the back of her legs hit an obstacle. She realized it was the desk near their bed as Seyka firmly pushed her down until she was sitting on top of it and then leaned over to meet her lips again. Seyka trailed kisses along Aloy’s neck as her hands reached for the huntress chest wrap and quickly unwrapped it. When it fell to the floor Seyka pulled away just a bit, so she could take a long, appreciative look at her lovers body. Aloy’s chest was heaving with every labored breath she took, the rosy peaks of her breasts pulled tight with arousal already, and the muscles in her abdomen trembled subtly every time Seyka touched her.
“You are so unbelievably fucking hot” Seyka said in a low voice as she ran her hand over Aloy’s chest and stomach and thighs. The huntress sucked in a sharp breath at the contact, the low husk of Seyka’s voice, the warm glow of dark brown eyes blown black with desire. Aloy was so turned on she could feel herself tremble with tension—they had just gotten started, but she already needed Seyka’s fingers buried deep inside of her.
“Fuck, I want you so badly” Aloy rasped and tugged Seyka into yet another needy kiss, nipping at her lips as she pulled her breast bindings off. Aloy ran her hands down Seyka's body, over her breasts, across her ribs and the plain of her stomach before wrapping her arms around her, pulling her as close as she could, so she could feel as much of Seyka's skin against her own as possible.
Seyka could feel Aloy quiver beneath her, could feel the tension on the surface of her skin as it prickled with goosebumps everywhere Seyka dragged her hand. knowing, feeling how much Aloy wanted her had her own desire growing like a hunger that felt impossible to fill. Her hands burning with the need to palm soft skin, to move them down down down until she could glide fingers through hot slick—Aloy wasn't the only one who had spent the last few days frustrated. Seyka just had more practice hiding it.
She ran a hand up Aloy's thigh and ghosted her fingers over the thin fabric that still covered her sex. Aloy's underclothes were completely soaked through with arousal and Seyka felt a growl rumble deep in her throat “you are really worked up, aren’t you?” She asked with a low husk. Aloy just gasped and nodded in response her eyes fighting to stay open, Seyka spoke again “Do you Want to know what I was thinking about when I was watching you this morning?"
It took Aloy a few seconds to register the question. She did want to know. "Tell me."
"I was thinking about fucking you on this desk, with your legs spread wide, and how pretty your cunt always looks wrapped around my fingers." Aloy would have laughed at Seyka's crude mouth if she wasn't so damned attractive, if she didn't know how to say the words in that low voice that could make a recipe for crab soup sound erotic. So Aloy didn't laugh, instead her breath quickened, the muscles in her cunt clenched around nothing—much to her dismay. "Do you want me to fu—"
“Yes." Aloy didn't even allow Seyka to finish her question, she knew what she was going to ask and she knew what her answer was. Aloy didn't have it in her to be a tease right now.
But apparently Seyka did.
“Complete sentences, Sunwing” Seyka purred back, her thumbs drawing slow circles over Aloy's underclothes, right where her clit throbbed beneath. She could barely think, and she felt a tiny tinge of annoyance at the way Seyka always drew these things out, which was evident in her voice when she said.
“You're just mean you know that?" Seyka didn't say anything, she just looked at her with those big beautiful brown eyes sparking with mischief. Extremely unfair. Aloy sighed dramatically, then conceded, her voice something close to a whine. "I-I do. I want you to fuck me.”
Seyka pressed her jaw against Aloy's cheekbone, her lips just beside the huntress's ear, and her breath poured over Aloy's skin like warm water when she whispered. “Good, because I’ve been dying to fuck that bitchy pout off your face for days.”
Aloy’s stomach flipped—if she hadn't been sitting on the desk, she's sure her knees would have buckled. Seyka increased the pressure of her hand between Aloy’s legs, rubbed her thumb over her clit through the fabric. The huntress let out a moan and rolled her hips forward into the touch. Seyka took hold of Aloy’s chin with her free hand, tilting her face to look her in the eye “I'm going to get the strap-on, that okay?”
“Fuck, Seyka..” Aloy breathed, she loved when Seyka got like this with her, bold and demanding and a little rough. She even loved her partners teasing, as torturous as it was. She loved their back and forth, how Seyka always remained sweet even when she was being rough, and how she never took herself too seriously. It was fun and liberating, to hand control over to her partner in these moments. It allowed her to let go, to relax in a way she rarely could even in solitude. Best of all, it promised relief from the type of tension that only Seyka's callused hands and burning lips could relieve.
Aloy refocused on the question. The strap-on. Just the thought made her shiver with another wave of lust. That’s exactly what she wanted. “Yes, better than okay.”
The marine gave a pleased smile and stepped away to reach under the desk and pull the strap-on out of its box. She took off her underwear and pulled the harness on, tightening it around her hips until it was fastened snugly to her body. Aloy's eyes never leaving her.
Seyka was back on her in a minute, devouring her with a kiss on the lips before trailing her way across Aloy’s throat with lips, tongue and nipping teeth. Leaving fresh marks to make of up for the lack of them in the previous days. When she reached the huntress's collarbone, Seyka pressed her back with a hand on her chest until Aloy was leaning back, propped up on her hands. It gave Seyka the perfect angle to keep working her way down.
“Oohh—shit.” Aloy gasped as Seyka wrapped her lips around the swollen tip of her breast, teasing the other with her fingers, a pinch, a scrape of her nails. Aloy could feel the shaft of the strap-on brush against the inside of her thigh. The feeling of it's hard length made her dizzy, letting out a groan as her mind rushed to imagine the stretch of Seyka pushing inside of her.
She fought the urge to tell her partner to hurry up.
Seyka kept working her way lower and lower. Aloy let her eyes flutter open to look down at her with an arched eyebrow. “I thought you were gonna…?” She trailed off when Seyka swirled her tongue in the dip of her belly button, the muscles in her abdomen twitching wildly at the agonizing, pleasant tickle. Seyka’s eyes shot up to her and she pulled her lips away from Aloy’s skin “ready to take me already?” She teased with a wolffish grin, then said “I very much plan to fuck you, but I want to eat you out first—for your pleasure, but also mine to be completelt honest. Unless you have an objection?”
“No objection.” Aloy said, she spread her legs a little further apart, and scooted closer to the edge of the table as she put her hand on the top of Seyka's head to nudge her lower. Seyka chuckled at her forceful push, but got down on her knees in front of her—Aloy groaned just at the sight alone.
Seyka pressed her lips to the inside of Aloy's thigh, took skin between her teeth to gently bite down and suck, leaving behind a trail of blemishes that mirrored the ones she had left on Aloy's neck and breasts a moment ago. The huntress's skin was already painted with sweat and the faint taste of arousal made Seyka's head swim as it hit her tongue, a desperate groan of want cracking in her throat.
She Inched up and up until her nose and lips were pressed against the fabric of Aloy's small clothes. The huntress looked down at her, staring at Seyka with bated breath as she kissed her there. As she rubbed her cheek against the damp cloth, dragged her tongue over it to press teasingly against Aloy's clit, pinched the fabric between her teeth and tugged as if she meant to rip it apart—Moaning because she could taste Aloy through it.
"Seyka, you are d-driving me fucking insane." Aloy breathed.
Seyka smiled up at her, a sweet, adoring smile and finally began to pull that last piece of clothing down her thighs. When it was gone, Seyka paused for one more moment to look up at Aloy.
“I love you,” She said, the lust that burned behind her eyes was only rivaled by the earnest affection in her voice. Aloy’s heart seemed to stop for a moment before it was beating wildly against her breastbone again.
“I love you too” She said as she laced her fingers in Seyka’s hair and pulled her closer with a rough tug, right where she wanted her. They both made sound of relief when Seyka’s tongue darted out and painted a long lick across the length of Aloy, from her dripping entrance to her clit, before taking the throbbing bud between her lips to suck gently.
“Oh, Seyka, you’re so damned good at that” Aloy complimented as she lifted one of her legs, bending it at the knee and putting her foot on the desk. Seyka hummed appreciatively and wrapped a strong arm around Aloy's hips to hold her up so she didn’t lose balance on the desk as she ground against the marines face.
Seyka went down on Aloy with enthusiasm, as she always did, loving what it felt like to give her pleasure and the taste and scent of her. There was nothing that turned her on more, and being on her knees in front of her like she was right now was especially thrilling. Her free hand reached up Aloy’s body to stroke her stomach, to palm her breast, dragging her nails roughly over the peaks just like she knew drove Aloy crazy.
The huntress moaned again, throwing her had back and lowering herself down onto her elbows. She was so turned on and Seyka’s tongue massaged her clit so perfectly that she could already feel her release fast approaching. When Seyka sunk two fingers, and then a third into her she cried out again and her fingertips dug into her girlfriends scalp at the delicious stretch and the curl of strong, skilled fingers that knew exactly how to touch her.
Aloy was going to come at any moment, the muscles in her abdomen and thighs contracting, her breath coming in short gasps. She was just about to fall over the edge when Seyka forcibly removed Aloy’s hand from her head and pulled her fingers and lips away from her cunt to stand up.
Aloy’s head shot up in confusion, grunting in frustration before saying “Seyka, what the fuck? I haven't come in over a week and—”
"Relax." Seyka smoothly interrupted, the sweet smile on her face made utterly indecent by the wetness smeared across her pretty lips. "Since when do I not take care of you?"
With that, Seyka pressed the tip of the cock attached to her hips to Aloy's entrance, working her open with a few slow, shallow thrusts until she sunk in completely. Aloy's first orgasm hit her as soon as Seyka bottomed out inside of her, the stretch of the dildo, Seyka's burning, attentive gaze, and strong fingers digging into her thigh with a bruising grip proved to be enough after eleven days of sexual frustration. Aloy squeezed her eyes shut and threw her had back again as she nearly shouted, an especially powerful orgasm shaking her body.
"Tides, you drive me crazy when you get like this." Seyka said, pulling her hips back. "I know you want more." She added as she pushed back inside. "Right?"
The dildo thrusting inside of her as the aftershocks of her orgasm moved through her body made Aloy's thoughts incoherent. The pleasure was overwhelming as her cunt clenched around its solid length, and her skin, the tips of her fingers were tingling. Still, Aloy managed to nod her head as she took a heaving breath and lifted herself up so she could reach for Seyka. Her girlfriend immediately pulled her into an embrace and Aloy wrapped her legs around Seyka's hips, wishing she could somehow get even closer.
"Don't you dare stop." Aloy whispered, just before she pressed her lips to Seyka's, licking into her mouth with a messy kiss. Seyka kissed her back as the thrust of her hips set a familiar, skilled pace. Slow, and deliberate, one she knew would build her lover back up to another orgasm soon enough. But slowly, so they could savor it.
Time was lost to them both, as was the rest of the world, and that's exactly how they wanted it. The only thing that existed to Aloy right now was the stretch of Seyka inside of her, the taste of her tongue, the scent of her skin, the steady beat of Seyka's heart as it thundered against her breastbone. Aloy could feel it as if were her own when they were pressed together like this, could feel Seyka's excitement in the rapid pace of it.
The moment seemed to stretch on forever, they both wished it could. When Aloy couldn't focus any longer, she broke their kiss, a string of salvia stretched and snapped between them as she pulled away and then Seyka's face was buried in her neck instead. Seyka left stinging, biting kisses all across her neck and shoulder as she muttered sweet and filthy things—I could fuck you like this forever, I love you so much, tides, you take me so good, Aloy. And then her voice took on a demanding edge when she said "Talk to me, tell me how you're feeling."
Aloy dug her fingers into the flesh of Seyka's shoulder blades as she answered. "Good, good—You f-feel so fucking good." A high pitched "Oh" followed when Seyka thrust harder and deeper with the next push, Aloy slid her hands down to tug sharply on the harness, mumbling. "Like that, just like that. Fuck me harder—I'm s-so close."
Seyka growled as a pang of arousal bloomed in her abdomen, her own clit throbbing with need at Aloy's desperate plea. She repeated the movement, cupping Aloy's backside in her hands as she thrust harder, dragging her tongue down heated skin until she could pull a stiff nipple into her mouth, sucking sharply.
"Yesyesyes" Aloy chanted as Seyka rocked into her with rough but precise thrusts until she was coming again—hard. Her fingers curled into Seyka's hair, bunching raven locks in her fist, her other hand biting into the marines bicep with a bruising grip as Seyka's name rolled off her tongue.
*
It took Aloy several minutes to come back to her body, she felt like she was floating, curled in the warm embrace of Seyka's arms, the marine pressing soft kissed to the top of her head between her own labored breaths. When Aloy finally lifted her head from it's resting spot on Seyka's shoulder, her partner smiled at her.
"In a better mood now?" Seyka asked.
Aloy rolled her eyes at the teasing, but gave a carefree laugh. "Honestly? Yes, much better."
"Good, I aim to please." Seyka bent her head to give Aloy a chaste kiss, before moving to gently pull the shaft of the strap-on out of her. She was still sensitive and couldn't help the gasp, or shudder, that came from the feeling of it pulling out, leaving behind a strange but satisfying empty feeling.
"You always do." Aloy said once she had caught her breath again. She felt good, really good, sated and relaxed, but a burning energy started to fill her up again as she raked her eyes over Seyka standing in front of her. Her hair was a mussed mess from Aloy's fingers, her lips reddened from rough kisses, and all she wore was a sheen of sweat on sun-tanned skin that glowed golden in the candlelight of their bedroom—And the harness.
"C,mere." Aloy husked as she reached for it, curling her fingers around a strap to pull Seyka close again, her other hand slipped under the harness to cup Seyka's cunt in her palm and rub her middle finger between slick folds, already swollen and throbbing.
"Oh, Tides—A-Aloy," Seyka groaned, catching herself with a hand on the desk, the other on Aloy's shoulder as her knees nearly buckled.
"Better get you to the bed before you fall over." Aloy said, as she stood up from the desk, still teasing Seyka's clit as her other hand started to loosen one of the harnesses leather straps. "And help me get this off of you, now."
Seyka immediately moved to unhook the toy from her hips as she gave Aloy a crooked grin "W-why you have—" Seyka interrupted herself with a moan when Aloy leaned down to lave her tongue across her breast, pulling her nipple into her mouth. Seyka had to take a breath before finishing her thought. "—plans for me?"
"I've had plans for you for eleven days and five hours." Aloy said as she stood straight again. The harness finally came loose and Aloy pulled it from Seyka's hips, setting it on the desk to be taken care of later. Her hand then went to Seyka's shoulder where she directed the marine to walk around the desk and then Aloy shoved her, roughly, until the back of Seyka's knees hit the bed and she fell backwards onto the mattress.