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Seyka was pulled along by Aloy toward the bed, or she pushed Aloy there, it was impossible to tell. The two eagerly made their way toward the bed, refusing to break their kisses for longer than absolutely necessary to remove an article of clothing — of one's own, or the other — as they went.
Seyka shifted her balance as they neared the bed, her grappling training easily tilting Aloy onto the bedding below her. The marine's hand dropped from Aloy's hip to her calf, carefully holding her injured foot clear of rough contact, even as she tugged at Aloy's leggings, leaving her lover bare underneath her. She pulled back for a moment, against Aloy's firm grip on the Quen's shoulder.
Seyka's eyes roved down Aloy's body in the dim, flickering light, taking in the slopes of her breasts above her firm stomach, firey curls between the curves of her hips, and muscular legs that turned slightly outward and spread as she looked. All parts of Aloy that Seyka had seen before, but only in passing, as they prepared for bed, or changed clothing or armor. Never all at once, never laid out for her to enjoy.
The moment passed as Aloy leaned up onto an elbow, tugging at Seyka's waistband. "That's enough oogling, remove these."
Seyka looked up to Aloy's flushed face, the green of her eyes barely visible between the wavering candlelight and her blown pupils. The marine could feel her own face mirror the unrestrained grin displayed before her.
She removed her own leggings without breaking eye contact, watching as Aloy's eyes wandered south, her face relaxing into an expression of happy awe. Seyka settled onto her knees between Aloy's legs, then straddled the redhead's freckled leg as she found herself pulled back down onto Aloy.
Aloy's left hand slid up Seyka's neck, then back into her hair, bringing their faces, and more importantly, their mouths, back together. Aloy's other hand slipped down Seyka's chest, gently, tentatively massaging her breast. The huntress settled into a slow rythym of soft squeezes that warmed Seyka up deep in her belly. Aloy had been very pleased to learn that the previous night.
Seyka's left hand settled into the bedding, holding her up as she grumbled pleased noises, letting her lover know her work was appreciated. She let her other hand slide between freckled breasts, eliciting a whine, and down a taut belly, drawing out a muffled giggle, before gently running her fingers back and forth across the line of fine hair trailing down from Aloy's belly button.
Aloy let out a happy mumble and kept her grip around the back of Seyka's head. Her lips remained fastened to the Quen's, her tongue fast pushing at the boundaries of what Seyka had taught her the few nights they'd slept together so far. The Nora seemed charged below Seyka, moving with almost frantic, unguided need. There was nothing Seyka wanted more than to help Aloy find an outlet for that energy.
Seyka slid her hand down, gently running her fingers into Aloy's curls. The woman beneath her halted completely. Her whole body seized, and not in a way Seyka was hoping for.
Seyka pulled back, eyes flicking around Aloy's face. Her lover returned the look, tentatively smiling up at her, swallowing nervously.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Seyka felt an anxious knot tighten up in her belly. If Aloy was feeling pressured, she'd never forgive herself. "We can stop, if you want." The marine began pulling back further, giving Aloy more space.
"No!" Both of Aloy's hands moved to Seyka's shoulders, pulling to keep her from moving away. "No, I don't want to stop, I just…" She trailed off.
She's scared. My brilliant, fearless girlfriend is afraid! Seyka could remember being there herself, scared of the intimacy, the vulnerability. And Aloy had been far more independent, by necessity, all her life.
Seyka smiled and leaned back in, gently pressing her forehead to Aloy's. "We can go slow."
"Yeah… please." Aloy wrapped her arms over Seyka's shoulders, her smile bearing only very slight confidence.
Seyka slid her hand back down Aloy's belly. This time, when Seyka's fingers lightly combed into her curls, Aloy's hips tilted slightly, her lips parted, she took a breath. All of Seyka's focus was on that face and her own fingers as she slowly, gently ran them along Aloy's folds. Aloy's eyelids fluttered. Her face took on a dreamy relaxed smile.
"It feels really nice."
"Good." Seyka kept careful watch on Aloy's face, even as the huntress's eyes remained closed. "I'd like to do a little more, but we don't have to."
Aloy gave an unfocused nod. "Please."
Without opening her eyes, she slid a hand down from Seyka's shoulder to grip the marine's upper arm. Seyka grinned, unable to resist shifting in place over the huntress to flex her bicep, getting rewarded with a happy hum.
On the next gentle sweep of her fingers, Seyka explored a little further back up, carefully finding Aloy's pearl. She tested Aloy's sensitivity, running the pad of her finger, wet with the huntress's own slick, across the sensitive bud.
That elicited an immediate and enthusiastic reaction. "Uh huh." Aloy's eyes opened, locking with Seyka's. "Yes."
Seyka's could feel her grin return from the look of concentration she'd taken on. She swirled her finger in a slow circle—
"Oh, oh, OH! What are you doing?" Aloy's eyes widened and her had dropped to Seyka's forearm, clutching hard.
Seyka froze. "No! Don't stop!" Aloy shook her head and glanced franticly down and back up to meet her eyes desperately. Her hips made a frantic little twitch and Seyka was pretty sure she knew what it was to be swallowed by the ocean.
Slowly starting her circling motions again, Seyka caught her breath. This woman was going to be the death of her. "I'm just making little circles." Curiousity got the better of her, "Don't you ever…?"
"Yeah, I just—" Aloy bit back a gasp that made Seyka want to squeeze her own thighs together, "—I usually just rub it really quick and get it over with." She closed her eyes with a breath that was almost a moan. "I've never had the build up drawn out like this."
"Oh." Seyka supposed a life lived almost entirely at campfires and wilderness shelters would have been inconvenient for reliable personal time. "So… good?"
Aloy, with eyes still closed, nodded, biting her lip with a low groan. Seyka leaned in close, "Well, I have some things to show you then." Aloy let out a unsteady chuckle and mumble of assent.
Seyka continued her circling, slowing and speeding up, occasionally crossing over the sensitive nub before continuing her circling. It only took a few cycles of that before Aloy started pursuing her need when Seyka slowed down, pushing up with needy thrusts of her hips.
She whined out Seyka's name and the desire Seyka had to draw out the experience for her partner was nearly snuffed out, threatened by a compulsion to give Aloy anything she wanted right now.
A compromise then. Seyka prepared to escalate when suddenly Aloy threw her arms around Seyka's shoulders again crushing herself against the marine's chest. Seyka collapsed, rolling to the side slightly to avoid landing fully on her lover as she arched her back with a broken moan.
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"Oh!" Seyka's voice was the first thing Aloy perceived beyond her overloaded body as her senses returned. "How was that?"
Aloy's face was firmly pressed into Seyka's shoulder and neck. Completely immersed in the heat of her, the smell of her — sage and pine from the trail, and sweat — had they really been exerting themselves that much? It seemed to have gone from nothing to everything with no transition. She just wanted to stay there, listening to the thunder of two racing heartbeats and never leave.
After a moment, she decided she should probably answer, so Seyka would know she hadn't broken her. "Good."
The huntress could hear the chuckle in Seyka's response. "Just good?"
There was a very slight tug between her legs that momentarily confused her, until she realized she still had Seyka's hand firmly clamped between her thighs. She released Seyka's hand and moved far enough back to look her in the eye.
"Great, that was really great." Her head was still swimming and she couldn't figure out how to articulate the rush she was feeling just looking Seyka in the eyes again. "Sorry, I can't think straight right now."
"That's fine, that's a better compliment than any words." Seyka leaned in to plant a quick kiss on Aloy's cheek. "Would you like me to continue?"
Aloy was having no luck getting her thoughts back on track. She felt Seyka gently place her hand back between her legs. Her lover's touch graced her lips again. An instant later, Aloy gasped as the sensation turned overwhelming, almost like electricity — far too much of it.
She pushed Seyka's hand away. "No, no. Too much." She felt her inexperience sharply. "Sorry."
"No need to be sorry." Seyka dipped her head to meet Aloy's eyes, setting her hands on the bedding to either side of Aloy's hips. "I'm sure I can find something else you'll enjoy." The marine grabbed Aloy's hips and repositioned her from the center of the bed to the left, making room for herself to lay down. Aloy felt a thrill in her stomach at being bodily shifted so easily by her partner.
"Actually—" She spoke up before she found herself overwhelmed and wrapped up with Seyka again. As much as she liked that, she had something else she wanted to do. "Actually, I'd like to do something for you."
Seyka looked intrigued. Eager, even. "What do you have in mind?" Seyka settled onto the bedding beside Aloy, relaxing onto her right side. She placed her elbow out, her hand supporting her head. Her deep, dark brown eyes locked with Aloy's.
The warm feeling Seyka's demeanor was giving her was replaced with embarrassment. "I'm not sure." She wanted to just throw herself at the next challenge, but the idea of someone else's enjoyment hinging on what she did felt like a much bigger hurdle now than it had before. Apparently, even the experience she did have — touching herself in a shelter in the wilds — was a pale shadow of what her lover had just done for her.
The moment dragged as Aloy considered. Seyka's eyebrows rose, but she didn't interrupt. The huntress felt anxiety wind up. She'd already been as vulnerable as it was possible to be with Seyka tonight, what was a little more? "Show me what you like?"
Seyka shook her head and leaned in toward Aloy. She reached out and rested a hand on Aloy's hip. "I promise you, Aloy, anything you do will be much appreciated."
Her touch should have made Aloy feel comforted, but the tingling she felt only made her more convinced she wouldn't get this right. "Please? I don't want to ruin this for you."
"Aloy, you couldn't ruin this if you tried." Seyka squirmed in place in a way that helped Aloy's confidence far more than her words did.
The marine continued, "Touching me at all right now would be greatly appreciated." Aloy smirked. She was still far from confident, but she might be able to get her to share if she was desperately horny.
"Alright." Seyka seemed to realize the way Aloy was thinking and leaned in again, planting a quick kiss on her lips as Aloy felt a hand slide up from her hip to her shoulder. She shivered.
Seyka gentley pressed on Aloy's shoulder, nodding toward the bottom of the bed when Aloy looked to her in confusion. Aloy awkwardly pushed and slid herself down the bedding until the pressure on her shoulder stopped. Her eyeline was squarely lined up with the Quen woman's breasts.
She was pulled from her distraction by Seyka's voice. "I'll show you something an, uh, former partner did with me to show me what she liked…" Aloy looked up and met Seyka's eyes and self-satisfied grin.
"When I was nervous and new to things too," the marine continued with a wink. She moved up the bedding until her navel was even with Aloy's eyeline.
Aloy was very much enjoying the view, but confused about what might follow. Seyka brought her left foot to her right knee, raising her bent left leg straight up. Aloy sucked in a breath, fixated on the black curls before her.
Seyka took Aloy's right hand and pressed it to the inside of her thigh, just shy of those tempting black curls. Aloy could feel her heartbeat accellerating. She almost startled at the feel of Seyka's hands on either side of her face a moment later, guiding her to meet the marine's gaze.
"I'll show you what I want you to do." Her right hand slid down Aloy's cheek to her neck, gently carressing along her shoulder to the bedding and then back up her neck, fingers threading into the fine hair at the nape of the huntress's neck.
Her left hand moved to Aloy's lips, just the pad of her middle finger brushing over them. Eyes still locked with Aloy, Seyka pushed her middle finger gently between Aloy's lips. Aloy tensed. This was not what she expected. What was it that Seyka wanted her to do?
Seyka's grin was gone, her lips were parted. She glanced quickly down and between the two of them. Aloy sucked in a breath. She gently pressed her own middle finger, the one resting on Sekya's thigh, forward.
As she slipped between curls and folds, Seyka's lips pressed together. The fingertip in her mouth pushed a little further. Aloy paused for a moment, still scared she wasn't doing something right when Seyka nodded. She pushed in.
Seyka hummed happily, pressing her own finger to the second knuckle and gently pressing against the roof of Aloy's mouth. The huntress got her tongue involved, curiously probing to learn exactly how Seyka wanted her to move. Forward and curl, gently pressing—
Seyka groaned. She began pumping, slowly, gently into Aloy's mouth.
Aloy followed the rythym. She continued to run her tongue along the marine's strong, callused fingers, a sentinel to the most subtle movements Seyka was requesting, commanding.
Aloy kept her eyes locked on Seyka's face, gauging her lover's reaction to every movement as she followed the changes in pace and pressure. As Seyka looked like she's about to come apart, the finger in Aloy's mouth retracted completely. Before Aloy can do more than furrow her brow, it slid back in with a second finger alongside.
Seyka's expression was desperate as Aloy took a moment to realize her task and do the same, pushing her middle two fingers into her lover. Seyka's eyes closed and mouth dropped open, the pace of her thrusts picking up.
Only a few thrusts later, Seyka's hips started rocking and the rythym of the fingers in Aloy's mouth began to fall apart. Aloy continued at pace and pressed her mouth forward, her tongue sliding along the fingers in her mouth as she began sucking them. Their movement was no longer guiding her but in response to her, an indicator of the sensations she was causing in her lover as she continued to thrust inside her. The arching, flexing, pushing, and straining of Seyka's back and hips were becoming pretty good indicators as well.
Seyka hooked her left foot over Aloy's shoulder, desperately pulling Aloy's head and shoulders into her belly and chest, all semblance of rythym gone. Aloy's movement hitched as she was hugged against Seyka's breasts, she heard the groan that drew out reverberate directly into her ear.
Aloy worked her other arm, pressed against the bedding, under and around Seyka, squeezing her tight as she continued her thrusts, raising the pace again.
A moment later, her lover moaned long and loud.
As Seyka's hips settled back to stillness, Aloy delighted in what she had just accomplished. She'd just given her lover a moment that was (hopefully) just as good as had been given to her. She was also quite delighted to still be held pressed between said lover's breasts.
Seyka released her a moment later, gently retracting her fingers with a murmured apology. She slipped her own fingers out of Sekya, causing a soft whimper. The Quen woman rolled onto her back.
Aloy clambered up the bedding to lay next to Seyka, who didn't move beyond turning her head to look at her. The huntress couldn't help a slightly smug smile, despite the fact that she'd been guided through her actions. "How was that?"
Sekya smirked, looking absolutely spent. "Good."
Aloy giggled as the marine pulled her into a languid kiss.