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Chapter 3: Aloy

Notes:

note: this chapter contains unspoilered, embedded (and amazing) NSFW art by the lovely Fidjiby!

also another round of thanks to my beta, Choochoo, for reading through all my filth. :)

(mild content warnings for this chapter are in the end notes, to avoid spoilers)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The third time is just luck. Right place, right time.

(Or maybe it’s fate, Aloy thinks. Can fate be something you decide for yourself?

…Yeah, maybe it can. Maybe the world would be a better place if more people thought that way.)

It’s raining when she returns to the Base. The stormy weather suits Aloy’s mood, her thoughts swimming aimlessly as she tries not to think about the Zeniths, or Tilda, or Nemesis…

Nemesis. The name makes dread crawl up her spine.

Obviously she’s not doing very well with the whole “clearing her head” thing, even though GAIA had kindly suggested that Aloy run a few simple errands to allow her mind to rest. She can’t rest. Not yet. But maybe…she can take a little bit of time for herself.

It’s been a few weeks since Beta’s rescue and the neutralization of the Far Zenith threat. Most of the team has left for parts unknown – Beta traveling once again with Zo, who is very pregnant and intending to give birth in Plainsong; Sylens heading off to…who knows where, and Erend and the rest leaving to visit their homelands and give them the news about the Zeniths.

Maybe that’s the problem. Except for the past two days, she’s been practically alone at the Base for two weeks, with only GAIA and her own thoughts for company. She hasn’t had to sit still for this long in a very long time. Rost had taught her never to stop moving, not when an enemy is unaccounted for, and the enemy that Aloy and her little tribe is preparing to face is their most dangerous one yet. Her body itches to move on.

Aloy heaves herself over the cliff face and trudges into the Base itself, sighing as she trails water into the hallway. The rain left her soaked to the bone, her armor dripping, and she barely managed to scavenge a few machine parts to make her little jaunt worthwhile.

So much for clearing her head.

Pulling off her boots and outer armor, Aloy props them carefully up against the wall to dry. Even her socks are wet, and although the Base has a warmer ambient temperature than the outdoors, she still shivers a little as she removes her soaked layers. She scrubs her wet hair with a towel that someone thoughtfully left in a basket by the door – perhaps Zo had been thinking ahead and left them for her.

She pads into the kitchen, running some warm water to rinse off the mud caking her hands, when she hears something. Voices. The sound is too echoey in the Base to tell who the voices belong to, but Aloy knows that GAIA would have sounded the alarm if there were intruders, so it’s likely to be a couple of her friends, returned early.

They’re speaking in low enough tones that she can’t quite tell where they’re coming from. Her heart lifts just thinking about having some company for the evening. Aloy smiles a little. She’s used to not being alone anymore, and isn’t that a thought?

Instead of calling out to her friends and potentially interrupting what sounds like a private conversation, she dries her hands and goes to find them. She follows the murmurs around a corner, and there are Erend and Kotallo.

Kotallo has his back to the wall, Erend leaning over him, and both men are speaking in low tones. Their faces are close to each other, as though they don’t want to be overheard. Well, they don’t sound angry, at least. Aloy is about to say something, but at that moment, Erend dips his head and covers Kotallo’s mouth with his own.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, they’re definitely not angry, Aloy thinks half-hysterically, and then her stomach swoops as Erend groans into the kiss and presses Kotallo into the wall. Aloy stands frozen, watching, her body not sure if she wants to flee or step forward to announce herself, but her indecision keeps her rooted to the spot. Luckily she’s out of their line of sight, but surely standing and watching two of her friends kiss each other is incredibly rude, if not outright invasive.

And yet she can’t make herself look away. Erend’s broad shoulders all but cover Kotallo’s body, Aloy thinks, heat building low in her belly, and Kotallo’s hand wraps tightly around the back of Erend’s neck to pull him even closer. The sounds they’re making are obscene, slick sounds of lips and tongues, and Aloy can see– oh, Erend’s hips are moving, she realizes with a jolt of arousal, he’s pushing into Kotallo’s body–

Aloy swallows hard. Fuck. No, this is wrong, this is bad, Aloy is crossing all sorts of lines here, and she doesn’t want to be that kind of person. She licks dry lips as she backs away as silently as she can, breathing unsteadily, her body tingling all over with adrenaline.

She somehow manages to make it back to her room, sliding the door shut behind her and leaning against it to catch her breath. “Fuck,” she whispers to the empty room. Her clothes are damp and clammy against her heated skin, her heart racing. She tries to count her breaths – in, hold, out – like she was taught. Like she isn’t still picturing them together. Like she isn’t rubbing her thighs together in a futile attempt to stifle her arousal.

A moment passes, but her body won’t let her slip into meditation, so she reluctantly tosses her bathing things to the side and moves to lie down on the bed. Maybe she can get in a quick nap before dinner, while she gives Erend and Kotallo some…privacy.

But oh, the sounds they’d made. Aloy thinks she hears a moan echo through the halls, and her thighs press together again. Her hand unconsciously moves to press at her mound, covering herself through her soft pants, and the strangely intense sensation makes her gasp. Her under-things are probably getting wet, too, and she doesn’t have any others that are clean…

Against her better judgment, she slips the soft pants off. Her hand creeps down to her mons, her middle finger just barely pressing between her folds. It feels so good, so…Aloy gives in. She knows she shouldn’t, but she’s already half-naked and wound up, and it’s not like her friends will ever know what she’s doing in her room, alone. Right?

And she really is wet. It’s been ages since she’s touched herself like this, but it’s like no time has passed at all. Aloy quickly sheathes two fingers inside her cunt, relishing the sensation, letting her jaw drop open as she thrusts and curls and ruts into her own hand. Shocks of pleasure race down her legs, and her limbs quiver as she works herself to orgasm.

A little noise escapes her as she comes. The hand that isn’t covered in her own slick comes up to slap over her mouth – what if they heard her?! – but when the hall remains silent after her tiny outburst, she relaxes into the post-orgasmic buzz.

Her stomach chooses that moment to give a loud grumble, but instead of venturing out to the halls where she might have to face her friends after…that…she digs around in her pack for some trail rations.

It would be enough to tide her over until morning, at least. She could figure out the rest then.

Aloy wakes just before dawn, having slept hard after retiring early the previous night. She tries not to think about the reason for her early night, but that’s easier said than done, so she instead loses herself in preparing a simple breakfast for herself as well as Erend and Kotallo.

In fact, she loses herself so much that she’s surprised by a sound behind her.

Aloy whips around, but it’s just Kotallo, standing in the hallway, looking a bit bemused by her presence. “Morning,” Aloy says, entirely casually. She turns back to her cooking so she doesn’t say something stupid. Like, do you realize those pants are way too big to be yours, or, can I touch your face? It looks so soft, or even, how’s Erend doing? Does his beard tickle when he kisses you? Do you think he’d want to kiss me too?

Okay, so Aloy might have a bit of a crush on them. Both of them. It’s normal, she knows, especially given her age and their circumstances, and she’s not ashamed to admit the existence of said crush to herself. But she’s certainly not going to admit it right now.

“Good morning,” Kotallo replies softly.

Aloy stirs the pot very carefully. Everything is fine. She’s being normal. She does not track Kotallo’s movements as he seats himself at the bar behind her.

“Oh, uh, good morning, Aloy,” Erend says awkwardly, shuffling into the room and sitting near Kotallo. “Welcome back!”

“Thanks, Erend!” Aloy says cheerfully. Wait, was that too cheerful? “Uh, you too. Good to see you…both of you.” She stirs faster.

After Aloy hands bowls of porridge to the three of them, she takes a seat across the bar and starts shoveling food into her mouth. She immediately regrets both of these actions, as the food is way too hot for comfort, and she also can’t escape looking at both Erend and Kotallo. The men she masturbated over last night.

She decides the safest route is not to say anything, and so they eat in silence.

Erend breaks the silence, after looking between Kotallo and Aloy a couple of times. “So…when did you get back?”

It doesn’t occur to her to lie. “Last night.”

A look passes between the two men. She knows exactly what it means, but pretends that she doesn’t. “Hm,” Kotallo says. “I hope you rested well.”

“You sound like GAIA,” Aloy says fondly, and is encouraged by the small but genuine smile she receives. “I just feel like I’ve been doing nothing but sleep for the past two weeks.”

“You deserve it,” Erend says. “‘S’not like you’ve had much rest recently.”

Kotallo nods. “We should all take the chance when we have it.”

Is that what you said to Erend? Aloy thinks, with a brief, unpleasant flash of jealousy. She mentally smacks herself. That’s none of her business, and besides, she’s happy that her friends are happy. Even if she’s not involved.

“Yeah,” she says out loud, forcing a smile. “I guess I’m just not…used to it. Being useless.”

“You’re not useless,” both Erend and Kotallo protest simultaneously, making Aloy giggle.

“Thanks,” she says, “but you know what I mean. I don’t have anything I’m meant to be doing. We just have to ‘wait and see.’”

“I get it,” Erend says. “You’ve been working your forge non-stop for months now, and there’s no metal left to strike.”

“Yeah,” Aloy agrees. Kotallo makes a sympathetic noise. “It’s not like the urge to keep running just goes away.” Aloy gives a little self-deprecating laugh. “I thought it would be good to get to this point, where I could take a breath. I dreamed of it for years. Maybe even since I was a kid. But now, I just…” She shakes her head, trying to get her brain to slow down enough to make actual words. “I kind of hate it?”

Erend reaches across the makeshift table and covers her hand with one of his own. His skin is callused but so, so warm, and Aloy feels herself unwillingly blush at the touch. Has it really been that long since someone touched her? Or is it just because it’s him? “Hey,” Erend says, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand. “We get it. We’ve all been soldiers, you’ve just had a hell of a lot more to worry about than most of us.”

“The whole world,” Kotallo says seriously. His eyes bore into Aloy’s, and she feels suddenly breathless.

“Yeah,” she repeats. A moment passes in perfect stillness. Then, both Kotallo and Erend speak at once:

“Aloy, could you–”

“Hey, do you think–”

They both break off, looking frustrated with themselves. “You go,” Erend says.

Kotallo’s jaw clenches like he’s steeling himself for something. “Erend and I, we…talked,” he says, then stops.

Aloy’s mouth takes off without her permission: “I know.”

Clearly that’s not what they were expecting her to say. Both men send her confused frowns. “What?” Kotallo says.

Shit, what has she done? Is she really confessing this right now? Aloy can’t back down from what she started, she’s not a coward, and yet– she can’t lie to them.

“I saw you,” she says reluctantly. “Last night. While you were...talking.” Her throat closes up with unhappy embarrassment. She is the worst friend.

Erend flushes a deep, ruddy red, and Kotallo’s face goes slack. “Oh,” Kotallo says, sounding lost. He shoots a glance over at Erend, and seeing the other man completely in shock, visibly tries to gather himself. “Hm. That…is not what I meant.”

“W-we were just, uh,” Erend stammers. He doesn’t continue, and Aloy almost laughs out of sheer mortification.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s none of my business,” she says in a rush. She blinks hard to stave off the stupid tears prickling in her eyes. “It has nothing to do with me, I just– I’m glad you two–”

“But it does,” Kotallo interrupts. It’s so unexpected that Aloy stops rambling immediately.

“W-what?” Aloy desperately wants to run, but she’s rooted to the spot.

Kotallo looks down at where Erend’s hand still covers Aloy’s in a protective grip. “It has everything to do with you,” he says quietly.

Aloy fights down the instinctive anger that wells up when she feels cornered. She doesn’t even know why she feels cornered, and somehow that makes it worse. “I don’t understand.”

Dawning realization appears on Erend’s face as he looks first at Kotallo, then Aloy. He squeezes her hand in his. “It’s you,” he says cryptically, then lets her hand go.

A cold hand grips her heart. She doesn’t understand, but she feels bereft, and she doesn’t understand. She feels like she’s losing them, like she’s missing something critically important, and she doesn’t know why. “What the fuck are you talking about?” she nearly shouts.

“Aloy,” Kotallo says firmly, but so, so gently. Aloy gulps. She’s going to cry, and she hates crying. But then he says, “I love you,” and her heart stops entirely.

We love you,” Erend corrects. “You probably already know that, but I just wanted to say it.”

Aloy can’t breathe. Her mouth clicks as she tries to force the words out. “I didn’t. You– you both?” she asks incredulously. This has to be a dream, right? Is she unconscious and bleeding somewhere? Or–

Kotallo smiles. “Yes,” he says. “We both.”

“I thought you knew,” Erend says, laughing a little. “I mean, I wasn’t subtle.”

“I didn’t know,” Aloy says again. Maybe she thought there was attraction there, but love? Romantic love?

She blinks a few more times. Kotallo and Erend are both giving her amused, soft looks with an edge that’s strangely familiar, and– oh. Well. She’s apparently been misreading that look for months now. And here Aloy had thought she was reading too much into their friendships, when they had been loving her all the while.

Aloy’s silence must drag on for too long, because Erend’s expression falls a little. “Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? We don’t expect anything from you. We’re not going anywhere.” He’s still radiating fondness.

Kotallo nods decisively. “No matter what I feel, you are still my Commander, and my friend,” he says. “Nothing has to change.”

Aloy’s chest feels so full that it’s nearly uncomfortable, the emotion pressing on the inside of her ribs, and she suspects the emotion that fills her is pure joy.

And it’s about time that she tells them so. “I love you too,” she finally says. It’s not eloquent, but it’s real, and that’s enough. “You both.”

Erend gives a happy whoop, and Kotallo ducks into the kitchen and swoops her into a kiss. This can’t be any more perfect, she thinks, as Erend throws his arms around both of them. There’s no way it can get better than this.

Both men do their best to prove her wrong about that as they take her to bed.

Aloy’s bedroom is the biggest, by mutual decision (she had offered to share a bunk, but no one would let her), so they head there. Stumbling, unable to part from each other’s lips for more than a few seconds at a time, the three of them somehow manage to maneuver their way through the hall without more than a light bruise or two. Honestly, Aloy hopes they add to that number when they actually reach the bed, but maybe that’s a conversation better saved for later.

Right now, she’s rather distracted by Kotallo dotting little kisses up her neck, and Erend’s hands petting over her thighs, gripping gently as he worships her. Aloy can’t do much but go along with them, her body alight with all sorts of new sensations. The things she’s done to herself in her bunk are nothing compared to the feeling of her lovers’ – her lovers’! – hands on her, caressing, lightly groping, and exploring her.

They stop to check in often. “Alright?” Kotallo asks as he nips lightly at her collarbone, then licks the spot.

“Guh,” Aloy says, nodding to show that that was a positive grunt, and that she never ever wants him to stop.

“This okay?” Erend asks as he tugs at her waistband. In response, Aloy rips her pants off and throws them across the room, making him laugh.

“Good enough for you?” she half-growls as she grips Kotallo’s hair to pull his face up to hers again.

Kotallo groans loudly. “Was that too much?” Aloy asks – just because she likes having her hair played with doesn’t mean Kotallo enjoys the sensation – but he pushes his head into her hand and smiles. “Oh, you like it,” she corrects herself.

“Yes,” Kotallo says, “but if you find it strange, you don’t–”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you wear it long,” she retorts. “It’s almost long enough to put in a braid or two. Maybe later?” Kotallo’s eager nod makes warmth bloom in her chest.

“Aw, Ko-ko, you never let me do that,” Erend snickers.

Kotallo shoots him a glare. “No.”

Erend’s face is all innocence. “What, don’t like the nickname?”

No. No nicknames,” Kotallo says flatly. His lips twitch, though, and Aloy watches the scene with amusement. She senses that this is a long-running joke between them, which gives her a strange sense of being both outside and inside the intimate conversation, a lucky combination of voyeur and participant.

It’s not an unpleasant feeling. She’s happy enough to sit with it for a moment…but only for a moment. Aloy sits up and crosses her arms with faux annoyance. She’s not above playing dirty to get their attention back on their activities. “You two want me to give you some privacy?”

“No!” both men near-shout, turning identical looks of alarm to her. She tries not to giggle.

“Okay, well…you’re both over-dressed,” Aloy points out. A quick flurry of clothes – some flying across the room to join her discarded pants – remedies that situation.

“Better?” puffs Erend, a little out of breath. Aloy nods and turns to Kotallo. He’s similarly naked, and the sight is glorious. There’s so much bare skin on display.

She pauses for a moment, admiring the span of Erend’s broad shoulders and the tattoos that decorate Kotallo’s chest. His face paint is a bit smudged, so she can see a light flush of desire peeking out, and Aloy can’t believe her good luck. Somehow they’ve reached this point: she’s alive, they’re alive, and they’re in bed, all three of them, together. They’re going to be lovers.

The only problem is that Aloy isn’t really sure where to go from the whole “being naked together” thing. Fantasies only help so much when you don’t have any hands-on experience. But she’s faced down bellowbacks with less preparation – she’s not about to let a lack of knowledge stop her now.

She takes a breath, and asks, “How do you want to do this?”

Kotallo and Erend share a glance that she can’t identify. Erend’s eyebrows raise, and Kotallo gestures at Erend with his chin. Apparently this means something to the two of them, because Erend nods.

Aloy feels a little lost, but in a good way. She had worried, before, about some kind of choice she might theoretically have to make between these two men, and yet they had come together without any involvement from her at all. Far from the jealousy she’d felt earlier, now she feels only relief and excitement at their wordless communication, as it’s evidence of their care for each other.

“Do you…need anything before we begin?” Kotallo asks. He looks at her significantly, and she blinks until he clarifies, “For protection?”

Oh. Right. “The Nora have a tea that prevents…unwanted motherhood,” she says, feeling sheepish that she’d forgotten to mention it. “Zo got me the ingredients.”

“Well then,” Erend says, “how about this to start?” He moves up the bed until he’s leaning against the wall, his legs straight out in front of him. His big hands settle gently on her hips as he guides Aloy to straddle his lap.

Aloy follows his lead eagerly. She bends down to kiss him, and gets lost for a moment in the slick slide of lips and tongues. Who knew Erend could kiss like this? If she’d known, Aloy might not have waited so long to proposition him.

Well. Maybe she still would’ve waited, since events in their lives had been so chaotic lately, and her emotions along with them. But her imaginings in the meantime would have been far more lewd.

Erend’s tongue laps at her throat as his big hands shift to cup her ass and give a little squeeze. Aloy’s hips unconsciously rock forward, grinding her mound against the underside of his cock, and she can’t help the loud moan that escapes her. Erend groans into her collarbone as she chases the sweet pressure.

“Keep that up, and this will be over very soon,” Kotallo says from behind her. His voice is amused, but with a smoky undertone to it that makes Aloy’s clit throb. She hopes Kotallo plans to touch her soon. She’s never been so turned on in her life.

“Hngk,” Erend says.

Aloy pulls back a little to check on him. “You okay?” Erend’s pupils are wide and dark, and he throws her a hungry look. She can’t resist looking a little further down, to where his cock is flushed and bobbing a little between them, and swallows. “Pretty,” she murmurs.

Erend chuckles. “Thanks.” He massages her ass with both hands. “Mm. You’re so beautiful.”

Flustered, Aloy shakes her head dismissively. But Erend doesn’t back down.

“I mean it,” he insists. “Can’t believe you don’t get it.” He looks over her shoulder. “Kotallo. Ain’t she the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen?”

Aloy wants to roll her eyes at his flirting, but instead she gasps as Kotallo’s hand lands gently between her shoulder blades. She shivers as he strokes down her spine. “Stunning,” he says.

“See?” Erend looks up to Aloy and rests his chin between her breasts. “Two to one. Gorgeous.” He licks his lips. “Can I suck you?”

Yesyesyes, says Aloy’s brain, and she manages an excited nod. “Anything.”

It’s good enough for Erend, who immediately cups one breast in his hand. She keens as Erend keeps his lips loose and wet over her hardening nipple, making little flicking motions with his tongue, lightly pinching her other nipple between two fingers. Nothing has ever felt like this. Sparks radiate from her breasts straight to her cunt.

As Aloy tries not to buck her sternum into Erend’s face, Kotallo’s hand keeps up its petting, and his lips find the sensitive bit of skin between her shoulder and her neck. Aloy groans. “Fuck, keep doing that, oh!” She breaks off as Kotallo nips at the spot.

Kotallo, damn him, stops. “Alright?”

Yes, it’s fucking alright! But she knows they can’t read her mind, so. “Don’t stop!” she says quickly. Kotallo makes a pleased noise into her ear, and sets his teeth lightly into her shoulder. Aloy’s body quakes under the onslaught of pleasure.

When she thinks she might melt into a puddle of goo, another unspoken signal must pass between the two men, because they simultaneously lay soft kisses on her skin and pull away from her. A whine escapes her lips as they draw back.

“D’you–” Erend rasps, then clears his throat. “Do you want me inside you?”

Confusion flits through Aloy’s haze of pleasure. “Isn’t that…the point?” Isn’t that what sex is?

Erend’s brows twitch, but it’s Kotallo who speaks. “No. Our goal is your pleasure. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

With a nod, Erend explains, “There’s lots of ways we could do this.”

“Lips,” Kotallo purrs into her ear. “Fingers, tongues, toys…”

Aloy’s mouth goes dry. She hadn’t even considered all that. How is she supposed to decide?

“But uh, if you want to…” Erend grins boyishly up at her. “Want to start with fingers?”

“Yeah,” she whispers. “That.”

“Just me? Or–”

Aloy shakes her head. “Both.”

Erend and Kotallo both moan. With a little help, she finds herself kneeling up, still over Erend’s legs, but now her pelvis is sort of hovering over them, and her back is to Kotallo’s front. She can feel his warmth as Erend pets over her hip with one hand.

“Ready?” asks Kotallo. At Aloy’s nod, the two men eagerly reach for her cunt, spreading her lips and stroking the wet folds there.

She makes an incoherent noise as they explore her. For a moment, she feels unmoored, floating, high as a Sunwing. Then one of their fingers – she’s not sure whose – gently presses into her, and she shouts at the pleasurable intrusion.

Another finger finds her clit and rubs in tiny, ever-changing circles. She thinks this hand must belong to Erend, because when she meets his eyes, he’s studying her face like he studies his inventions, his gaze never wavering. Aloy doesn’t know what her face is doing, but she doesn’t much care; she’s so swamped with sensation that it’s all she can do to keep from collapsing.

When Erend finds her favorite spot, just on one side of her clit, he ruthlessly repeats the little motion until Aloy is trembling all over. Kotallo presses two fingers into her, rubbing at her inner walls, and Aloy abruptly realizes she’s on the edge of orgasm.

“Wait–” she gasps, and both men instantly still their movements. “Sorry, I…I just want to. I want to come with your– your cock in me. Both of you.” Kotallo whines at that.

Erend’s jaw drops, and he’s looking at her like he wants to either worship her or eat her whole. “Fuck,” he says. “Yeah, we– we can do that. Can you, uh, turn around for me? I feel like Kotallo should see how you– you’re so gorgeous right now.”

Aloy clambers over Erend’s legs as he stretches. He moves so that he is leaning on several pillows, hips flat to the bed and legs spread. The two men move Aloy so that she is kneeling up with her back to Erend. Her thighs twinge at holding such an unfamiliar position for so long, but the feeling isn’t quite pain, so she doesn’t bother mentioning it. Her body has better things to focus on.

Like Erend’s cock pressing a hot line up against her tailbone. Aloy wants– well, she’s not sure exactly what she wants, but she wants. Kotallo is kneeling in front of her, looking a bit unsure. She doesn’t like that. “Come closer,” she says.

Kotallo obeys, scooting forward until she can lean up to kiss him. Her mouth may not know what to say at the moment, but she does her best to wordlessly convey her love and lust. His taste is almost sweet, but still different from Erend’s; there’s something to it that’s still uniquely Kotallo. And she loves it.

She can’t help the noise she makes as she deepens the kiss. Gratifyingly, Kotallo echoes her moan, his hand coming up to her side to brush the side of her breast. “Touch me?” Aloy says, moving so he’s almost cupping her in his hand.

Kotallo growls into her mouth. He holds her breast almost reverently, brushing his thumb across her nipple. Aloy writhes as he bends to kiss her other nipple – it’s somehow even more pleasurable than before. Maybe she’s become more sensitive? Is that a thing that happens? Whatever the reason, Aloy can’t help grabbing his head, digging her fingers into Kotallo’s hair as he suckles at the hardening bud.

After a few moments of bliss, she feels a rising sense of impatience. “Come on,” she says, shoving her hips backward. “I’m ready.”

“Yeah you are,” Erend mumbles, dipping one finger between the lips of her cunt. “Wow.”

“Stop teasing and do it already,” Aloy growls.

“Patience, Commander,” Kotallo says. “We’re in no hurry.”

“Maybe you’re not,” she grumbles, and Kotallo chuckles.

“You might be surprised,” he says wryly, gesturing at his own cock, which is hard and almost painfully red with arousal. The tip looks wet. Aloy suddenly wants to taste him there, too. For comparison’s sake, of course.

But Erend takes that moment to rub the head of his cock through her folds, and she squeaks. “Easy,” he says, guiding her to sit slowly backward onto his length. Aloy can’t breathe as he pushes her open. She feels full, almost too full. Is there such a thing as a cock that’s too big? Is it going to fit? Is it–

“Breathe,” Kotallo says quietly, cupping her face in his palm. Aloy’s eyes snap open. (When had she closed them?) “Your body wants to relax,” he continues. “Let it.”

Overwhelmed, Aloy follows his lead and inhales as much air as she can. A shaky exhale follows. In, out. Just like meditating. Except no one meditates with a cock crammed up inside of them, she thinks, fighting a strange urge to giggle.

As her muscles slowly unclench, she realizes that Erend is holding her up, half-impaled on him, and he’s huffing like he just ran a mile. Oh no, poor Erend. She turns to check on him, but–

“S’fine,” Erend reassures her, though his voice is strained. “Take y’r time.”

“He doesn’t mind being made to wait,” Kotallo tells her with a mischievous smirk. “We’ve played that game before.”

“Hey!” Erend protests. “Don’t need to– bring that up now!”

Aloy finds herself grinning. “Oh, really?” That’s an intriguing idea. Aloy is sure that she couldn’t handle being made to wait at the moment, but…maybe someday she could play that game with them.

Kotallo looks down. “Almost there,” he says, the rasp returning to his voice. He lazily strokes his cock. “You are so gorgeous together.”

Being watched isn’t something Aloy had ever thought she’d be into, given that she’d grown up with an extreme lack of privacy, but something about the desire in Kotallo’s gaze as he watches them, touching himself, fills her with heat.

Suddenly Erend’s cock doesn’t feel too big at all. Suddenly she wants more.

Aloy shoves her hips backward, taking the rest of Erend’s length inside of her in a single thrust. She thinks she makes some kind of noise at the sudden fullness, but it’s lost underneath the twin groans of pleasure coming from both Erend and Kotallo.

Aloy grins. She feels powerful. “I said, fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Erend says weakly, but his hands are strong and steady as they grip her hips and help move her. The angle is a little awkward on her knees, but the way Erend fills her makes up for it. It’s like he’s touching every hidden place inside of her that makes her body sing. Aloy spreads her legs wider as the pleasure builds.

There’s a touch on her thigh, and she jumps a little. Kotallo is bent down in front of her, his eyes fixed on the place where Aloy and Erend are joined, and he can probably see everything. Her cunt spread wide, Erend’s cock moving in and out of her, the slick that’s probably dripping out of them and all over the bed…

Aloy feels a blush rising up, and at the same time, she wants to reach between her legs and touch her clit so Kotallo can see. What a confusing thing! They’ve been having sex this whole time, and now she feels shy? But she also wants to show Kotallo how she pleasures herself, wants to drive him mad with arousal?

It’s more than a little confusing.

Erend seems to sense her quandary. “Think he– wants to ask you something,” he pants. “Bet he wants to see– how you taste.”

The idea shifts her thoughts from confusion to pure, fiery lust.

“May I?” Kotallo asks, his breath ghosting enticingly over her cunt.

Aloy shivers. “Yes!”

Erend’s hands move from her hips to her breasts, and he pulls her backward to recline against his chest as he gently plays with her nipples. His hip thrusts slow to a gentle, dirty grind. Aloy feels like her brain is melting out her ears.

Then she looks down, and all of her attention is caught by the fire in Kotallo’s eyes. He bends even further, propping himself up on his elbow to get his mouth closer to her. Aloy instinctively bends her knees to make room for him. The smile Kotallo flashes up at her has far too many teeth, and the predatory way he licks his lips makes Aloy shake.

“Please,” she says, her voice coming out thin but determined. “I want you to.”

Kotallo’s eyes widen a little. Surprised at her forwardness, maybe? His thumb and middle finger spread the lips of her cunt even wider, and an experimental swipe of his tongue makes both Aloy and Erend shout. The wolfish look returns to Kotallo’s face.

There’s no time for her to beg him to do that again because Kotallo immediately dives back in, burying his face in Aloy’s folds, licking and slurping with abandon. She realizes as Erend moans along with her that Kotallo must also be licking Erend’s cock where he’s buried inside her, and that knowledge makes her cunt clench around him.

She wants to grind her clit into Kotallo’s clever tongue, but she’s impaled, and her hands are busy holding her legs as wide as she can stretch them. Erend’s hands still hold her to his chest, plucking and rubbing at her nipples, and she moans helplessly as her two lovers overwhelm.

Apparently taking pity on her, Kotallo zeroes in on her hard little clit, finding that same sweet spot in what feels like seconds. His tongue is a sensation unlike any she’s ever felt – her lovers’ fingers and her own are textured with calluses and scars, not firm and wet and oh-so-wriggly. The new, almost alien feeling stokes her pleasure to fever pitch. Aloy can’t seem to stop shaking as Kotallo laps at her.

Then Kotallo’s mouth slips lower, and Aloy is momentarily baffled at the loss of his mouth, until– “Fuck!” Erend shouts. His cock flexes inside of her, and isn’t that an interesting sensation? “Wait, no, I want Aloy to– please–”

Kotallo pulls off and grins at Aloy. “His sack is very sensitive,” he tells her as though imparting a secret. Erend makes a strangled noise.

Fuck indeed, thinks Aloy, a rush of heat shooting to her cunt. She shifts impatiently on Erend’s cock. She wants to come. And she wants Erend to come with her.

“Again,” she says to Kotallo, and he ducks back down to do so. “Come on, Erend,” she says, louder. “I want to feel you come. Please,” she begs, not entirely for his benefit, and revels again in her power as her words break his rhythm. Kotallo hums against her cunt as he alternates between licking her and teasing Erend’s cock. She thinks it sounds approving.

“Fire’n’spit,” Erend grinds out, thrusting helplessly into Aloy and gripping her hips tight enough to bruise. He shoves deep and comes inside her with a hoarse, wordless shout.

Aloy feels a rush of warmth as Erend twitches and flexes inside of her, and at that moment, Kotallo sucks on her clit, flicking his tongue across the little nub. Lightning shoots from her cunt to her brain, her orgasm hitting her with a rush of static pleasure. She thinks she might scream or thrust or flail, but she can’t be sure. Her mind surfs the waves of electricity as they twitch their way out of her body.

When it’s over, Kotallo has pulled back a little, likely to avoid being hit in the face with her pelvis, and Aloy feels like the pile of goo she thought she’d become earlier. Underneath her back, Erend says something that sounds like “guh,” and she thinks vaguely that she agrees with that summation.

And oh, ow, her leg is cramping, ow. Aloy lets her legs stretch out as Erend helps her clumsily dismount. His softening cock flops back against his belly as he gives her a big grin. “You okay?” he says.

“Never been better,” she replies, her voice cracking. She must really have screamed.

A tiny, hitching moan pulls her out of her post-orgasm lassitude. Kotallo! Aloy whips back around.

The man in question is hunched over his hand as he strips his cock almost frantically. Kotallo’s eyes are dark as he watches them. He’s beautiful. His face is flushed a deep pink, his body paint all but smeared away, and his mouth is slick and wet as he pants. Aloy realizes that it’s her slick all over his lips, his chin, and her cunt pulses with desire.

Against her better judgment, her hand creeps downward, eager to fuck herself into oblivion again while watching her lover touch himself. She can’t look away.

She can’t believe she wants more.

Aloy isn’t being subtle, so it’s not a surprise when Erend says, “Wow. Hey, uh. You should show him. Lay here.” He points to a place on the bed, away from their wet spot. “If you want to, that is.”

Aloy brightens. “Oh, yes.” She shifts down immediately and lies back against the pillows. Her hand gravitates toward her mons again, spreading her lips to show her lovers how she touches herself. Her cunt feels wet and a little sticky, but something about the fact that it’s Erend’s come leaking out of her makes the sensation more sexy than gross. She dips one finger inside to feel it.

“Hey, Kotallo,” Erend calls out. “You're gonna just let our girl get herself off? When she’s got two guys who love her right here?”

Kotallo pauses, breathing heavily. “You…would want that?”

He looks half-feral with need, and fuck, how could Aloy not want him? She nods excitedly.

At that, Kotallo crawls to her as gracefully as he can with a very obvious erection. Levering himself up over Aloy, he plants his hand just over her shoulder, and despite his state of arousal, he simply stops to look at her.

Erend mutters something, but neither of his lovers is paying attention.

Aloy is consumed by the look on Kotallo’s face – a potent mix of desire, gratitude, and above all, love. “Are you sure, Aloy?” Kotallo asks her seriously. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she answers, equally as seriously. She’s not sure what this is, exactly, but she feels like it’s important. “Of course.”

A smile breaks over Kotallo’s features, and he shifts to line up his cock. She parts her lips with two fingers, baring herself to him, and holds her breath until the head of his cock kisses her inner lips. Then he stops again.

“I want you,” Aloy half-sobs. Her desire pounds in her, a thrumming beat between her legs. “Please, Kotallo. Fuck me.”

That seems to do the trick. Kotallo groans as though a great weight has been lifted from him. Aloy gasps as he slowly presses his cock into her, a little surprised that even after a thorough fucking, it still feels like his cock is filling her to the brim.

Aloy’s cunt feels gloriously sensitive, but also a little overstimulated, so she appreciates Kotallo’s care as he sinks deeper into her body. They both sigh when he bottoms out. Kotallo’s gaze is hypnotizing, and Aloy smiles as he bends to kiss her tenderly. It’s perfect.

But soon, the slow rhythm of his hips isn’t enough. She raises her hips to meet Kotallo’s, trying to get him to speed up, but he seems content to make gentle, sweet love to her. Not that Aloy doesn’t love it, but she’s too desperate to really enjoy it right now. Her nails dig into his sides in a subconscious plea for more.

“What do you need, love?” Kotallo asks. If Aloy didn’t know him better, she might think he was teasing her, but this is something a little different.

“Please,” she tries. His nostrils flare. So he wants her to…talk? Her brain is mostly offline, so what comes out is, “I need you.”

Kotallo grunts, his hips moving a little faster. “What do you want?”

“Do you– like hearing me?” Aloy asks.

A strand of hair falls across her cheek, tickling. Erend reaches over to brush it out of her face. “Kotallo likes to hear me when he fucks me, too. He likes the feedback,” he explains conversationally, like this is any normal day. Like Aloy isn’t pinned to the mattress by their lover’s glorious cock. Like Erend’s not talking about the times their lover fucked him.

It’s surprisingly erotic.

“Oh,” says Aloy. Talking. Yes. She can do that. “Uh. Faster, please?”

Kotallo’s smile is a triumph. His thrusts speed up, shooting pleasure up Aloy’s spine as he hits all her sweet spots. The slick sound of their movements drives her pleasure higher. She’s never been wetter, and Erend’s come only adds to the mess.

“Good?” Kotallo asks.

“Fuck, please,” is all Aloy can say, but it gets her another smile, so it must be good enough.

“Gorgeous,” Erend murmurs beside them. “You want to show him how you touch yourself, Aloy?”

She moans helplessly, her head tossing from side to side as she reaches down to play with her clit. Kotallo makes a garbled noise, and when Aloy looks up, his eyes are burning. He’d been so careful with her before, but now– “More, Kotallo, need you, come on,” she rambles, letting her fingers rub over her slick cunt.

Kotallo’s breaths speed up as his hips lose their rhythm, and the little punched-out grunts he makes as he fucks her go straight to her swollen clit. “Fuck, Aloy.”

“He’s close,” Erend says, in a husky tone that makes Aloy’s core clench. She needs to come, dammit!

“Come on, come on, please, come in me,” Aloy mutters, unable to look away from Kotallo’s intense gaze. The tension in her core winds tighter and tighter as she writhes, and then the tension snaps, sending her spiraling into an orgasm that seems to last forever.

Aloy is lucky enough to see when Kotallo comes; she’s still clenching around him, her body trying to draw him in deeper. Kotallo hunches over her chest, pressing his head above her breast and letting out a shout that almost sounds like a sob. Her arms come up around Kotallo’s waist, stroking, soothing, ignoring the sweat that coats them both. She lets herself float as his breathing slows.

Beside them, Erend wheezes, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can die a happy man.”

Aloy laughs, and she can feel Kotallo’s shoulders shaking too. “Not death,” he says into her shoulder. “This is a celebration of life.”

“Yes,” Aloy agrees, but when Kotallo pulls out of her, she winces a little as her muscles pull in new and horrible ways. “Urgh. I need a shower.”

Both men look at her, worried.

Aloy rolls her eyes. For once, she understands their unspoken language perfectly. “Yes, I’m fine, yes, that was amazing, you’re both gods among men. But I’m filthy. And look at this bed!” The twin sighs of relief they give her make her smile.

She pulls each of them into an affectionate kiss as she rolls off the bed. Her body is sore, yes, and a bit tired out from all the orgasms, but she really does feel fantastic. So fantastic, in fact, that she pretends not to see the fist-bump that Kotallo and Erend exchange behind her back.

“Care to join me?” she tosses over a shoulder as she heads for the showers, and her lovers race to catch up with her.

She feels like the luckiest woman alive.

Notes:

Content warnings for this chapter: a bit of jealousy (only a tiny bit, promise), use of the word "cunt," and some less-than-consensual voyeurism (it's an accident, and ends quickly, but the voyeur experiences some guilt over it).

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