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The thin sheen of sweat glistening on the bare bodies of the two girls in front of her was exquisite, Zo thought to herself with a slow, indulgent smirk. The candlelight surrounding them flickered dimly, casting a warm glow over their skin that enhanced their natural beauty. One of them appeared ready and eager: Alva’s skin was flushed, lips parted slightly, and the hint of a soft pink tongue put some delightful thoughts into Zo’s head. Aloy was tense, even a little uncertain, but there was a determination to her spine that showed her interest in this new experience.
Both girls knelt on one of her rugs, lovingly woven from grass and reeds during quiet evenings. It was softer than the cold, lifeless floor of the Base, but fibrous enough to bite into their knees, making them squirm. Their wrists were bound behind their backs with red Carja silk, delicate as petals and as cool and whispery as a creek. Their taut shoulders pressed their chests forward. Aloy’s breasts were palm-sized and pert, resting over dense muscle, while Alva’s were full and heavy, with firm nipples already erect in anticipation. Absolutely delicious, Zo admired, running a thin braided cord, its end split into individual strands, through her fingers. She pictured the pretty red marks it would make on their skin.
When Zo planned her week, she hadn’t intended to seduce two girls into the sad, spacious room she once shared with Varl. Of course there had been casual touching, soft looks, and flirtatious words during their time together; Zo had been content to leave it at that. The attention was flattering, especially with her pregnancy growing with each passing week, and her broken heart could use all the tenderness it could get. But an evening spent together over fine Utaru cooking, casks of ale and fruit wine (with juice for Zo) had turned to frank conversations around sex and desire. One thing led to another, and now here they were two nights later, when the Base was empty but for them: Zo in nothing but her boots, hair bound tightly in a bun against her skull, cord wrapped loosely in one hand. The girls were in nothing at all.
Zo licked her lips.
“Remember, if this gets too much for either of you, you can tap out at any time. The safe word is ‘Glinthawk.’ Do you understand?”
Aloy nodded, and Alva replied with a quick “yes, mistress.”
Zo smiled, Alva’s apparent enthusiasm turning her on. “Good.”
She kept it slow, at first. Zo circled them like a Stalker hunting its prey. Her fingernails trailed across their shoulders, hands stroked hair, and she even took Aloy’s face into her palm, once, just to see the excitement she tried to hide, smoldering in her eyes. Each gentle touch sent shivers down the girls’ spines.
Smirking, Zo pulled Aloy to her feet. Alva was already hot and bothered, eyes glazed with desire. Aloy still needed some convincing.
“Stay,” she commanded Alva.
With Aloy’s help, Zo strung the girl up from one of the many hooks they’d installed on the ceiling for hanging baskets. It was just high enough that Aloy was unsteady on her feet, which was perfect. Her lean, muscular body was on full display.
Zo licked her lips and ran her fingernails up Aloy’s stomach, feeling Aloy quiver beneath her touch. When she rolled a hard, puckered nipple between her thumb and forefinger, Aloy bit her lip, as if to keep in a moan. Zo continued to torment her, lavishing attention on each of Aloy’s nipples, leaving her panting. Aloy squeaked when Zo slapped one of her ass cheeks, firmly, leaving a red mark behind. Her face was flushed, strands of red hair plastered to her sweaty skin. The triangle of tightly curled hair between her legs also glistened with moisture. Zo’s teasing was having an impact, it seemed.
Deliberately, in full view of Aloy, she slowly unwound the cord, letting it dangle in front of her. Aloy eyed it hungrily, and Zo knew she was ready.
Without warning, Zo struck Aloy’s front with the cord, making her shout in surprise. It made a satisfying smack as it connected with Aloy’s skin, leaving behind a thin mark. She left a series of welts along Aloy’s stomach and breasts before circling, enjoying the girl’s moans, the whistle of her whip, and the smack that marked each impact. Aloy’s trap muscles flexed and contracted as she tensed her shoulder blades, and her ass squeezed with each strike. Zo wanted to force Aloy’s legs open then and there and slide her fingers inside of her, but she could be patient. Better to build up to it.
However, not everyone was patient. Alva, still kneeling on the floor, squirmed; her legs squeezed together in need. Her movement didn’t go unnoticed.
“Did I give you permission to move?” Zo shot at Alva, a chill in her usually warm voice. Alva shivered.
“No, mistress.”
“For that, Alva, you’re going to have to wait even longer before I attend to you,” Zo reprimanded, palm idly stroking the swell of her stomach.
Alva pouted, clearly disappointed, but she kept her mouth shut and her eyes downcast.
“Good girl.”
When Aoy’s back was a criss-cross of thin welts, Zo eased up, stroking her calloused palms over Aloy’s skin. Aloy was gasping for breath, her face flushed a deep red.
“Feeling okay, Aloy?”
“Y-yes,” she stuttered over her answer, panting.
Aloy yelped when Zo pinched one of her nipples, hard. “Yes, what?”
Aloy gulped. “Yes, mistress.” She bit back a moan as Zo fondled her breast.
“Remember it.”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good.” Zo looked over to Alva, who was trying her best to sit as still as possible. “Now, what to do with you…?”
Alva looked at her with unabashed desire. Zo smirked, set her whip aside, and sauntered over. She teased a finger along the side of Alva’s face. “Do you want to taste me, Alva?”
“Oh, yes, mistress,” Alva answered quickly and enthusiastically.
“Good girl. I’ll let you have just a little taste, as a reward.” She stood with her legs around Alva’s thighs, her labia peeking out from beneath glossy curls. Grasping the back of Alva’s head, she led the girl’s face forward, and moaned when she felt Alva’s soft, silken tongue upon her cunt.
Alva buried her face between Zo’s legs with relish. Zo’s muscles quivered as Alva’s tongue lapped at her juices like a woman dying of thirst. She could tell the girl was experienced; Alva knew just how to please her, alternating between long, languid strokes of her tongue along Zo’s entire length, darting licks along the hood of her clit, and then deep, sucking pressure on her tender bud itself. Alva was a little too good; Zo felt herself responding with need, grinding herself into Alva’s mouth. So much for a “little” reward.
Zo felt Aloy’s eyes, hot with desire, watching them intently, and it only turned Zo on further. With Aloy’s gaze on her, she let Alva bring her over the edge.
Alva licked until Zo’s petals unfurled under her wicked tongue, her sweet nectar coating Alva’s face as she came with quiet intensity, tossing her head back as she gasped Alva’s name. When the shaking finally subsided, she released Alva’s hair and stepped backwards, panting heavily.
“Such a talented girl,” Zo praised, and Alva’s face, sticky with her juices, flushed with pride. “Skills like yours deserve to be shared. Don’t they, Aloy? How about Alva strokes your petals?”
Aloy gulped.
Zo led Alva over on her knees to where Aloy still hung, suspended. She leaned in, kissing the girl tenderly. Aloy responded eagerly, lips parting as she returned Zo’s kiss. Zo could feel Aloy’s moan when she slipped her tongue into Aloy’s mouth, pressing a palm to her lower back so their bodies pressed together. The feeling of Aloy’s hard nipples against her chest sent another wave of wetness flooding between her legs.
Without breaking the kiss, Zo slipped her fingers down, over the soft planes of Aloy’s ass, and then between her legs. Aloy’s own nectar coated her thighs, and Zo ran her fingertips through the sticky mess. Aloy trembled into her kiss, moaning deeply when one of Zo’s fingers slipped inside of her. Her walls fluttered around Zo’s finger, desperate to be filled.
Zo withdrew her digit and broke their kiss, and Aloy whimpered with disappointment. But she didn’t step away; instead, she stepped behind Aloy, one arm wrapping around her stomach.
“Come, Alva,” Zo commanded, and the girl obliged. Aloy let out a groan when Alva’s tongue met her quivering sex. She had a good view over Aloy’s neck; the sight of Alva, buried face-first between Aloy’s legs, stirred her desire. She nibbled gently on Aloy’s shoulder, gliding a thumb over Aloy’s breast while Alva pressed open her petals with unceasing enthusiasm.
“I want to feel you again,” Zo whispered into Aloy’s ear, and felt her skin pinprick like a cactus. Chuckling, she slid her other hand back down Aloy’s back, between her legs, and then entered her from behind. Her first finger slid in without resistance, so she added another. Wrapped in her embrace, Aloy twitched and moaned, breath coming out in sharp pants. Aloy clenched down on Zo’s fingers as she pumped in and out of Aloy’s entrance, fingertips hitting all the right spots inside. With Alva’s mouth on her bud and Zo fucking her from behind, it took little time for her to come, trapping Zo’s fingers in her like a vice. As she came, hard and fast, all over the other women, Aloy bit her lip so hard it bled.
At last, the spasms wracking Aloy’s body subsided, and she went limp in Zo’s arms, hanging from her bindings with boneless arms. Alva lapped at the stickiness that coated Aloy’s legs, causing her to twitch. Zo withdrew her fingers and brought them up to Aloy’s mouth.
“Taste yourself,” she commanded.
Weakly, Aloy parted her lips, allowing Zo’s fingers to enter. She sucked her own nectar from Zo’s fingers, cleaning off every last drop. When she was satisfied, Zo withdrew her fingers and tugged Alva up off of the floor, careful not to knock her off-balance; Alva’s hands were still tied behind her back.
“You can rest,” Zo informed Aloy, “once you clean up the mess you made all over Alva’s face.”
“Yes, mistress,” Aloy whispered, and then leaned to kiss the other girl. As the two embraced, Zo slipped away and, silently, retrieved her whip. Alva yelped in surprise into Aloy’s mouth when Zo struck her across her shoulders. Zo rained down blows, light and fast, onto Alva’s exposed arms and legs, watching as the girl’s hands clenched in their bindings, moaning from the mix of pleasure and pain.
Just as quickly as she started, Zo withdrew. Alva whimpered into Aloy’s mouth, muscles relaxing as the barrage stopped.
“That should be enough,” Zo said, almost sounding bored. Alva broke the kiss and stepped back, eyes glazed over in a haze of arousal. Aloy still hung limply from the hook. Zo freed her, and Aloy slipped down onto her knees, breath coming in ragged gasps as Zo untied her arms.
“You were such a good girl, opening for me like that,” Zo crooned, dropping down onto the floor next to Aloy. She started massaging Aloy’s tender shoulders, digging into the stiff muscle with her thumbs.
When Aloy seemed to relax, Zo cocked her head to the side, looking for Alva. With her eyes, Zo beckoned her over. Alva immediately obeyed, kneeling next to the two, and Zo continued to murmur sweet affirmations to Aloy as she turned her attention momentarily over to untying Alva’s wrists.
Once freed, Alva rolled her shoulders in relief, stretching out her sore muscles. Zo turned back and worked on relieving a knot that had formed under Aloy’s shoulder blade, working the tender muscle like clay. Aloy hummed in appreciation, still a little shaky from her overwhelming orgasm.
“Do you think you can keep going a little longer, Aloy?” Zo asked softly. “You can say ‘glinthawk’ if you’ve had enough.”
“N-no, mistress,” Aloy replied, blushing. “I can keep going, I just need to—to catch my breath.”
Zo kissed the side of her head. “Good girl.” She tilted her head toward Alva, beckoning her over. Alva crawled over and Zo wrapped her arms about the both of them. “Both of you are such talented girls. And I think you, Alva, deserve a reward for doing such good work, don’t you think?”
“Please, mistress,” Alva entreated.
“Please what?”
“By the Ancestors, if I don’t come soon, I’m going to explode, mistress. Please let me come.”
“Well,” Zo chuckled, “since you asked so nicely…” She shifted, pulling Alva back against her chest, legs wrapped around her. Alva leaned back into her, humming; her skin was so warm and soft on Zo’s skin. She nibbled a path up Alva’s neck, to her jaw, and finally her ear, dragging her tongue over the lobe. Alva shuddered in her arms.
Meanwhile, Zo slid her hand down Alva’s stomach, through the damp curls and down to the silken folds of her sex. Her bud, already swollen and tender, twitched underneath Zo’s deft fingers. Alva let out a whimper.
“By the Ancestors…” she moaned, cocking her hips forward to feel more of Zo’s fingers on her clit. Zo didn’t want her to come too quickly, though. She teased her, alternating between feather-light caresses and firmer pressure, exploring the length of Alva’s dewey petals.
While Alva bucked beneath Zo’s ministrations, Aloy siddled back up beside them, seemingly eager to join in. She ran her calloused palms over Alva’s skin, lavishing attention on every sensitive spot she could find: her aching breasts, the hollow of her throat, and the sensitive spot above her hip that made her stomach muscles clench.
“Yes, oh please yes, I’m so close,” Alva panted, heat spreading across her neck and chest as she came closer and closer to the edge. Despite Zo’s best efforts to drag it out, Alva’s orgasm was swift and powerful, crashing down upon her like a flood. She shuddered and keened in Zo’s arms, head thrown back as Zo brought her over the edge with her fingers and Aloy set her skin alight with her attention.
Then it was over, and Alva sank back into Zo’s embrace, glowing with contentment. Aloy leaned forward and kissed her, sweetly, while Zo nuzzled and sucked on her neck, leaving behind soft marks. When Aloy leaned back, Alva’s grin spread across her face so wide, it made her cheeks sore.
The three were happy to sprawl on each other quietly for a few minutes, stroking limbs and leaving tender kisses on each other’s skins. Slowly, Zo extricated herself from the pile. She draped a blanket over the two girls, then made her way out into the common area. She returned just a few minutes later, carrying a pitcher, some cups, and a small sack of Tenakth trail mix.
“Drink,” she commanded softly, giving each of them a cup of water and setting the trail mix down between them. While they hydrated and snacked, she dug out a pungent salve she used for treating cuts and bruises. She slathered the cool paste over each of her girls, rubbing it into the harsh red marks she’d made upon their skin. Aloy’s skin was a tapestry of scars, and the marks on her were less angry than the ones Zo had made on Alva. Alva could fend for herself, but at heart, she was still a scholar; her skin was much more delicate than that of a seasoned warrior. Zo spent extra attention on her, massaging the balm into sore muscles and stinging welts. Alva melted into her while she worked.
When the two were cared for and had finished their cups, Zo poured them all another round and led them to the cluster of pallets she used for sleeping.
“I’m going to be so sore tomorrow, but it’s so worth it,” Alva groaned, settling down into the blankets. Aloy knelt down onto the mattress, up against Alva’s side, and Zo joined, sandwiching Alva between them.
Zo took off her boots, freeing her feet to slip underneath a blanket. “Was that enjoyable for you, Alva?” She asked as she did so, wanting to make sure the girl was okay.
Alva considered. “It was definitely sharp, but I enjoyed it. I think I might want to try some other impact play in the future, though. There’s this rod I’ve seen in some, er…raunchier holos we found in the Academy. It has a folded leather tip on one end. I think we could probably make something like it pretty easily. It seems a little gentler, but still gives a nice sting.”
“Anything else you might want different if we do this again?”
“Hmm. I love giving oral, so that was really nice. Maybe we could try some different positions next time? I’d also like to be able to use my hands. It was fun being tied up, but at some point I felt a little frustrated I couldn’t get in deeper.”
“Noted,” Zo said with a tilt of her head. “Aloy, how about you?”
Aloy was quiet for a moment; this conversation seemed more difficult for her than it had for Alva. Zo noticed she’d shifted a little so they were no longer touching, taking some space while she thought.
“All of this was…very new to me,” Aloy admitted, quietly. “It was…really nice to, to relinquish control for a little while. Not be in my head, worried about everything. I liked it when you told us what to do. And being hung up, felt…really nice. I feel like I stretched out my back really well,” she joked, and the others chuckled. “I think I’d like something…more, next time. Something inside, to make me feel full.”
“Maybe we could commission something from that Oseram friend of yours,” Zo teased.
Aloy blushed, face turning a bright red. “I, um. Bet Petra would be into that. She has…experience.”
Alva smirked wickedly but didn’t comment. Zo nodded sagely.
“How about you, Zo?” Aloy asked, wrapping a blanket tightly around her shoulders. She took another big sip of water as she waited for Zo’s answer.
“Oh, yes, please let us know if there’s anything you need,” Alva added.
Zo’s lips curled into a tender smile. “It was lovely being with someone like that again. Since we lost Varl, I’ve felt…very alone. It was nice to feel in charge, after how difficult everything has been. I truly appreciate your companionship.” She looked down, running her palm over the small swell of her stomach. “I only have a few more months before my little one grows too much for activities like this to be tenable. If you two are interested, I would like to continue, while I can.”
“May I?” Alva asked, gesturing to Zo’s stomach. She nodded, and Alva brought her own palm, so soft and gentle, and placed it on the swell. It was still quite small; clothed, the bump was barely noticeable. But the life growing inside brought a rush of cheer, and Zo admired the look of wonder Alva gave her.
“Would you two like to stay here tonight?” Zo offered.
“I…think I need some alone time,” Aloy admitted, but Alva seemed interested.
“I miss having someone else next to me when I sleep. Is it okay if just I stay?”
Zo stroked her back gently, careful of the welts. “Of course, Alva. I’d love to have you.”
Alva basked in the glow of her attention, planting soft kisses on Zo’s shoulder. Aloy watched, seeming conflicted; did part of her wish to stay, while another needed space, Zo wondered?
“Perhaps,” Zo offered, “you’d be more up for staying together on a less…busy night.”
Aloy nodded. “Yeah. I’d, um. I think I’d be into that.”
As Aloy departed to clean herself up and return to her own quarters, Zo settled in with Alva.
Yes, this was exactly what she needed. She slept better than she had since…well. And in the morning, when she made them all breakfast, she took their warm, shy smiles to heart. Zo could go on like this, forge ahead, with these wonderful people by her side.