Work Text:
Sitting around the fire in the Grove had become something of a ritual for Aloy. She had never been one for celebrations and parties, but there was something about the camaraderie of the Tenakth that she really valued and she enjoyed listening to their stories.
The fact that she and Kotallo had only a couple of weeks ago admitted their feelings to one another had nothing to do with it.
The man himself was perched beside her, hand gentle on her knee, squeezing it slightly every once in a while. She was grateful for the subtle touches, still not used to the attention outside of battle, and could feel herself relax with every small motion.
She turns to look him in the eyes to find his already upon her, a small and very - dare she say - delighted smile on his lips. There’s a spark there. Something sitting deep within his dark and sparkling eyes.
Okay. She’ll bite.
“What are you looking so smug about, Marshal?” His eyes close for a moment while he takes a breath, hand on her knee twitching. She knows that his title from her lips is something of a turn on for him and she still can’t stop herself from taking advantage of her new knowledge and power. “You look like an Oseram finding a delve under someone elses nose.”
He opens his eyes again - they’re positively gleaming in the light - and holds her gaze. “I am merely enjoying how your body leans into my touch.” his eyes narrow, just slightly. “How you become so receptive to me as my hand tends to you.”
A flush is beginning to prickle around her chest and by her temples and she scoffs, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You cannot tempt me with just a couple of touches. I’m surely more difficult to move than that.” He chuckles at her indignance, and she feels herself bristle - just a little - at the noise. Kotallo just continues to smile at her with a knowing look in those deepest of eyes.
He leans forward and in a hushed tone mutters into her ear, "You say that I cannot tempt you, huntress, but you don't see how you move and open to me as I touch you."
She can feel the flush building and rising up her throat. She clears it suddenly and whispers back, "I have no idea what you're talking about, marshal."
A chuckle escapes from him and he continues, "Exacltly." He then GRIPS her upper thigh as it has glanced up without her notice, and she feels her legs flex just a little, further apart and gasps. "Fuck-" she breathes. He moves his lips back to the shell of her ear. "That can be arranged."
Her blush is now a flame flickering across her face and she glares back at the fire to try and find some reprieve. She still has Kotallo’s hand on her thigh, however, and it’s creeping further around her tassets and up her skirts. She gasps as he squeezes again and then-
He releases her, slowly and steadily rising to his feet with a stretch of his arm. Flexing the offening fingers in the air with a fluidity that sets Aloy’s mind racing. And yet, before she can find a single word to say he’s muttering something about retiring to his quarters and an early start tomorrow, glancing down at her to murmur something about her needing her rest for the hunt tomorrow as well, before striding away from the fire with just a glance and a wink over his shoulder.
He’s barely out of view, the light from the fire just touching the back of his winged tassets, before she jolts to her feet. She is sure it’s amusing to those sharing their fire at the speed which she takes off, but despite Dekka’s knowing glance and Hekarro’s smirk she can’t find it within herself to care.
"Fuck you, Kotallo. How long have you been doing that to me?!" striding after him. She's aware she's playing into his hand and yet she cannot stop herself. She can see his grin as he turns a corner ahead of her and she leans into her jog to catch him, "Kotallo? Answer m-" She gasps as she's whipped around into an alcove, just around the turn, disguised by plant matter and spiked wooden decor. Kotallo pins her with his bulk against the wall and leers down at her as his hand snakes back down to where it had been only moments ago, upon her thigh. He squeezes harder and she cannot stop the long and suffering moan that escapes her lips.
“Oh dear, Huntress, it seems that you’re more tempted than you previously thought.” His voice low and velvety against her clavicle, his breath sending sparks up her throat. The small and subtle motions from the fireplace have been well and truly replaced by strong and intentional grasps.
He’s moving around now, pushing her cropped underarmour shorts up to press his incredibly dextrous fingers up closer to her sex. Every digit finding its own place to press and hold and twist and, “Fuuuuuck-” she whines again, breath huffing against his hair. Her own fingers are grasping at the vines that criss cross behind her.
She's panting now, his fingers massaging just by the juncture between her legs, infuriatingly close and yet she knows he will not bend until she asks him. Demands his attention where she can feel moisture pooling.
He rotates his hand and suddenly his thumb is pressing against a tendon between her thighs, so close to her cunt, and she feels herself buckle, sliding down the wall grimacing as she sees his face, grin full of cockiness and lust, as he knees down with her, unrelenting with his hand.
"You have no idea how gratifying it is, Commander." She shudders at her title whispered against her ear again. "To see you come undone over such simple touches." He pauses. "You know you have only to say the word, my Commander. You need not hold back. You could order me to the ends of the Earth and back and I would do it. You are always in command over me."
The moment it leaves his lips her eyes are boring into his, alight with lust and a fire she can only put down to his being ignited by her. She could ask him and he would thrust his hand where she wants it. She could say the word and he would use his hands and bring her all the pleasure he could draw from her.
Her mouth is agape and chocking around the words that won't come out.
"Anything, huntress. Anything you wa-"
"Fuck me with your mouth!" and she claps her hands over hers. She can only imagine her eyes are as wide as Kotallo's in that moment. The creeping flush has well and truly taken her whole face as she begins to stutter. "I... I mean - I."
She's halted by a moaning snarl as he grabs the breastplate of her armour and pushes her up, his sheer strength pushing her back against the wall until her feet are under her and then he all but hauls her undershorts down and pulls her smalls aside. She can hear the fabric tear under his fist as she feels the hot breath against her folds.
Then, what almost could be called a low whine escapes his lips and sends a shiver up her spine, "By your command-”
There is no other way to describe the way it feels when Kotallo dips his head other than divine. She can feel her whole body shudder over him as she grasps his hair, pulling his headpiece and threading between the spikes. He laps at her in one fluid motion and then- fuck - he's pulling back.
She looks down desperately, eyes searching for him as she stutters, "why did you st-" and she freezes.
He's gazing up at her in wonder, a slick shine glistening over his nose and mouth.
"Blood of the TEN, Aloy." his gaze boring holes through her as he stares up she gasps as she sees a long tendril glistening from between her legs to his nose, holding fast despite its lack of proximity. "You are soaking. All for me." She cannot even respond before he dives back, his tongue delving deeper and drawing out a truly animalistic noise from the back of her throat.
Her hands are pulling at his headpiece and spikes, pulling them from his hair as he snarles at the tugging, all the while his tongue delving deeper, his nose pressing against her clit. She feels his hand snake back up between her legs and travel further up till his fingers and threading themselves through the thatch of hair between her legs. Gasping at the sensation, he presses his hand against her and she can feel the shuddering tempered by his firm grip.
His tongue escapes her cunt and laps up over her clit once before delving back. Fuck - she tries to grind against him but he holds her fast, but now his nose feels even slicker and he moves his face against her, and it’s pressed against her clit.
The tight coiling of heat between her legs is building fast. Faster than she had experienced it before. The combination of teasing and his talended tongue are building her up to a tension beyond her expectations. His nose pressing and massaging her clit with - frankly - offensive skill.
Her hands grip into his hair, tighter and tighter as he moans against her sex and pushes as deep as he can go, his hand releasing her and diving back to between her legs, pressing up against her folds and coating them in her slick before his middle finger slides up into her, his tongue receding and pulling up to lave against her clit before sucking.
She can hardly hear the gratuitous noises she is making over her pulse pounding in her ears as he ushers her closer and closer to release. His middle finger is followed by another and thrust into her in time with her hips - now frantic without the strong hand pinning them to the wall - Kotallo’s head bobbing with the motion as well to hold fast his lips on her.
Pulled taut as her most vicious sharpshot she moans as her head drops back against the stone wall, “Kotallo… Kotallo, please, fuck!” she can’t tell if those are stars in the sky or in her eyes from the pleasure he’s thrusting into her but as she feels the tension begin to stutter she chokes out, “Kotallo, fuck, I need to come, fuuu-” and with a twist of his wrist he crooks his fingers inside her, up and towards her clit as he sucks and tweaks his tongue across it and the string snaps.
She can hardly believe the noise that escapes her lips as wave over wave washes over her. Heat and tension and pleasure all coursing through her veins and escaping from her mouth, throat ruined with it’s exertion.
But it’s not enough. She can see as she looks down, can see his eyes, glistening in the light. His face, glistening with her, and she wants more. She wants him in her and his face by hers so she can gaze into those deep and wanton eyes as he pleasures himself.
“Marshal,” Her voice demanding, his eyes snap up to her. “Get up here, immediately.” Fuck- is her voice really that hoarse? His eyes are alight still but stoked further by her tone and with a wet noise and a passing pressure between her legs that makes Aloy shudder, he’s up against her.
She presses her mouth up to his ear, a redundant whisper considering the whole Grove probably knows what has been happening, “You had better fuck me right now, Marshal. I want to see you come apart on the mess you’ve made.”
Up close his face is animalistic, the paint on his face, from the bridge of his nose to his chin, is gone or smeared and replaced by a slick shine. He’s barely audible as he groans her name, and licks as much of his face as his long and talented tongue can reach.
His arm grasps her thigh once again, and lifts her up, her legs wrapping around him without thought and holding tight as he lets her go to release himself.
He moans again as he guides her, sheathing himself in one motion, his breath stuttering along with hers as he thrusts again. His brow is knit and he’s sweating with exertion, “Aloy.” His voice as destroyed as hers. “Aloy, forgive me, I won’t last like this. I can’t last with th- AH!” his sentence is stoppered by a roll of her hips and then his lips are on hers. A bruising and unforgiving kiss. She can taste the smooth salinity of herself and feel his tongue delve unto her mouth as it did her cunt and it’s heavenly.
The tension in her abdomen had hardly had a chance to relax before being wound tight again, indeed she still felt like she was chasing the same high as his hips reach a staccato rhythm and she feels herself tighten against him again. “Kotallo, I’m close again, I ah-”
“Touch yourself, Commander.” He all but growls out through gritted teeth as he continues to pound himself into her, all restraint lost to the night.
One hand plunges down past her skirts and torn underthings to find her saliva slickened clit and press - fuck - she can feel herself spasm around him and his growls grow louder. “Like that, huntress. Touch yourself like that. Make yourself come again around me. I want to feel you come on my cock.” The words tumble from him, like they were on the same precipice as both of them chasing their pleasure.
She is there, with him, on that tenuous edge, ready to plunge down, “Fuck, Kotallo, come for me.” A tremendous roaring escapes his throat followed by a roaring in her own ears as the floor is snatched out from beneath her and the pleasure coursing through her reignites again, his pulsing within her sending her to new heights.
They move against each other, eyes finding one anothers and they glisten brightly as they come down from their highs, finding themselves slipping lower and lower before they’re both sitting on the ground, her legs around him and his head against hers.
They stay there, wrapped in one another and the silence surrounding them for what felt like an age, but was probably only moments of time. Kotallo’s breath slowing gradually and clinging to her with their foreheads together, murmuring sweet nothings under his breath.
Aloy gazes into his eyes, so glossy and sleepy from the exertion, and he smiles at her. She takes a breath and whispers, “You were right, you know.” A smug look crosses Kotallo’s face as he gazes back at her.
“Oh?” he murmurs quietly.
“Yes, we should get some rest before that Slaughterspine hunt tomorrow.” Kotallo looks aghast for a moment before beginning to laugh, the quaking on his body making Aloy chuckle as well.
Then with a grace that Aloy could never get used to with Kotallo, he rose, lifting her with him as she gripped around him with her legs again. Kotallo’s hand disappeared, presumably to tuck himself away while Aloy was about to insist she be allowed to do the same, but then his hand was under her thigh again and SQUEEZING and she let out a stuttering gasp.
Grinning at her, he whipped around and started walking to his quarters, with him growling against her ear again, “I hate to be the bringer of bad news, Commander, but that’s not the only thing I was right about.”