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Everyone knew there was going to be a party the moment Ulvand got evicted from Chainscape. And when the Oseram party, they party long and hard. The drinks were overflowing and the noise was loud, loud enough to shake the Daunt. And loud enough to give their guest of honor a headache. Unfortunately Aloy was unable to excuse herself and return to her journey west as newly appointed leader Petra insisted the Savior of Meridian stay for the festivities and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Eventually she was forced to accept their hospitality until the next morning, or at least until she found an opportunity to slip away.
Slipping away proved difficult though. Petra was smart enough to keep Aloy in sight for the whole evening. Fortunately for them both she convinced the red haired girl to relax and have a few drinks, ensuring they kept the rounds coming. By late evening she was finally letting her hair down, and totally intoxicated. Petra may have overestimated her lightweight friend. It was rather funny seeing Aloy drunk, slurring her words and bumping into equally drunk oseram, laughing and cheering with them. It made a change to the usually serious and impatient young woman she first met.
She stuck by her side the whole evening, looking after her and having fun with her. They traded tales of their adventures, Aloy’s entrancing everyone in the room, played Machine Strike with mixed results, drank some more bidding Ulvand a distasteful trip back to the Claim. Eventually Petra decided Aloy had partied as much as the young woman could handle and suggested they leave the hall for somewhere she’s less likely to make a fool of herself. The Savior had a reputation to maintain after all.
“I should really be going” Aloy insisted as they stumbled out of the building into the cold night air, the young Nora held up by the Oseram woman. “I have to head West. It’s important.”
“I’m sure it is” Petra nodded, giggling at how much Aloy was slurring and swaying. She could barely stand up straight. She’d tried to match Petra for drinks and the Oseram barely felt a buzz in her noggin. It seemed the Savior needed to build up a tolerance to the hard stuff. “You are in no condition to be traveling anywhere tonight” she told her.
Aloy shook her head trying to pull away from the woman, insisted “I have to go. It’s important. Need to save to…save the world.”
“I know, but the world’s going to have to wait till morning” Petra insisted, catching Aloy before she tumbled over hoisting her against a wall. The burst into giggles as they stood their holding onto each other. “I guess Nora do know how to party” Petra laughed. “But not quite ready to party like an Oseram yet.”
“Hey, I drank everything you put in front of me” Aloy pointed out defiantly. “So this…the world spinning, that’s your fault.”
“Okay” she smiled, admiring the girls conviction even if she was struggling to string a sentence together.
They stood there for a moment just catching their breath, heads buzzing from the drinks, the noisy Oseram partying on without either of them. They’ll be at it until Dawn and then maybe return to work. You’ve never seen Oseram working with a hangover. It was going to be a handful. “I’m sorry” Aloy said after a while, completely out of the blue.
“What have you got to be sorry for?” Petra asked her.
“For leaving. For just…disappearing. I had to, I didn’t have a choice. But Errand was right… it wasn’t cool. Leaving without saying goodbye. I’m sorry” she said, looking into Petra’s eyes delivering her sincere apology.
Petra put her hand on her shoulder, brushing the strand of red hair from her face. “Don’t sweat it flame hair” she replied softly. “You had a damn good reason. At least I got to see you again.” She leant forward resting her forehead against Aloy’s, locking her eyes onto hers speaking gently like a whisper. “Just do me a favor. When you come back from the Forbidden West, and you’d better come back, drop in and say hi so I know you’re okay?”
“I’ll try” Aloy promised, putting her hand on Petra’s shoulder sharing the sentiment. They smiled, leaning on each other like the friends they had become.
And then Aloy spontaneously fell forward and kissed Petra on the lips.
Immediately Petra pulled away, staring at her in shock. But before Aloy could apologize she leant back in to kiss her back, pressing the Nora against the wall making out with her feverously. After a few minutes of the passionate exchange right their in the open the two of them broke apart and exhaled sharply. “Wow, okay” Petra gasped, chuckling with laughter. “I guess I was more drunk than I thought.”
“Me too” Aloy nodded, blushing with embarrassment. She looked at the Oseram woman, wondering what to say or even how to apologize. “I think I should…get some sleep.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea” Petra agreed. “We both have a big day tomorrow. Tell you what…you can stay at my place tonight.”
“No, Petra, I can’t…” Aloy said but she instead. “I owe you Flame hair. It’ll be better than that sweaty old guest house, trust me. Come on” she said, taking her by the hand and dragging her through Chainscrape to her place.
Petra’s place was a lot more tidy then Aloy was expecting. It seemed the woman preferred to work away from where she slept. The room was illuminated by a small lamp on the nearby table, bathing the room in a warm glow. She closed the door behind them after bringing the Nora inside, telling her she can put her stuff on the table by the door. Being intoxicated Aloy struggled to pull her bow over her head without tangling her red hair, forcing Petra to assist her. She helped her unhook her quiver while she put her spear and bow down and looked around the room, fighting the fuzziness from the drink. She only counted one bed in the room. “I’ve got a bed roll somewhere in here” Petra told her when she mentioned that, walking over to dig through her stuff while Aloy started removing her outfit.
She held onto enough cognizance to effortlessly unravel her animal pelt clothes, taking care of the headpiece the Sun King gave her before she left Meridian placing it beside the spear that came with it. She struggled most with her boots, her balance tipping whenever she lifted her foot to take it off nearly falling over. Petra returned in time to see her nearly topple over like a drunk skunk before catching herself on the table. She laughed, placing the bed roll on a chair and offering to help. “Damn that Oseram mead” Aloy complained, resigning to the humiliation of needing help to take her shoes off, sitting on a chair while Petra crouched in front and yanked her foot free. “I am never getting drunk again. Nothing will stay still.”
“That’s the drinks for you” Petra laughed as Aloy stood up and swayed uneasily. “Oseram like their stuff to be basically machine oil. Hell, I’ve seen a few guys actually drink that stuff. Give it a few more tries and you’ll build up a tolerance.”
“Nah uh” Aloy said shaking her head, immediately regretting it when the room spun faster. “I need to be able to think clearly and that stuff…doesn’t help.”
“Don’t worry. Good nights sleep should do the trick” she said, passing the bed roll to the Nora. “You can set it up by the bed. Have to warn you though, I’m a very heavy sleeper.”
“Good to know, because I’m not” she replied, carrying it to a spot on the floor and unfurling it.
While Aloy fumbled at setting up the bunk Petra removed her own clothing, stripping down to a thin pale tunic that fell to her knees with a rope tied around her waist and buttons up to her large boobs. Aloy had her own underclothes on, the majority of her outfit scattered atop her table with her stuff, leaving her in a brown shirt and grey pants, her bare feet padding along the stone floor. Petra moved toward the bed intending to get some sleep when she noticed Aloy was still wearing her focus. She rolled her eyes walked up to her tapping her shoulder. “Please tell me you don’t sleep with that thing on” she said.
Aloy reached up and touched the earpiece, forgetting it was there. “Usually, yeah” she mumbled, feeling like Rost was hovering over her again.
Petra put her hands on her hips. “Not to judge, but the idea is to relax tonight. Maybe you could consider unplugging for just one night?” She suggested.
Aloy stood hesitant as Petra watched her like a mother hen. Reluctantly she conceded, walking back over to the table and taking the focus from her ear and placing it down. Petra followed her and smiled, putting her hands on Aloy’s shoulders proudly. “Thanks for letting me stay tonight” Aloy said, finding the silence away from the old world calming, and Petra’s presence soothing.
“Don’t mention it flame hair” Petra replied softly, rubbing her shoulders gently feeling the girl relax in her grasp.
She stayed beside her a while, massaging her slowly moving down her arms silently. Aloy didn’t protest as her palms rubbed down her bare arms, moving down to carefully reach around and circle her waist. Aloy felt her breath on her neck and sighed, leaning back against her chest closing her eyes. They didn’t speak. It was as if they didn’t want to break the silence, caught in a gentle embrace. Aloy’s hands rubbed Petra’s arms as they held her waist, breathing softly as butterflies quivered in her stomach. Petra inhaled Aloy’s scent as she felt her red hair against her cheek, her head rolling forward so she could gently kiss the exposed skin of her neck. Aloy sighed again, rolling her head to the side giving her room to kiss her. Neither seemed to acknolowedge what was happening, not until Petra asked if she should stop. “No” Aloy whispered, opening her eyes and looking over her shoulder. Their gaze met, as did their lips briefly.
Things became more intimate after that. Petra’s hands started to stroke the Nora again, running along her stomach and brush against the underside of her breasts before drifting up her back back to her shoulders. Aloy bit her bottom lip releasing a long sigh as those fingers rubbed her body, bringing goosebumps to her flesh beneath the fabric. She fell back against the Oseram, held up by her strong body, relaxing against her heavy bust resting her head onto her shoulder. She barely moved and let Petra caress her, watching her hands as they rubbed down her arms down to her hands, their fingers interlocking. Their eyes met and effortlessly leaned into a kiss, the scent of alcohol on their breath mixing with the passion of the moment. Her hand reached up to weave into the woman’s dark hair pulling her close, their kiss deepening, Petra’s hands reaching up cupping her chest. Their heartbeats grew faster.
After a few minutes of making out and caressing the two of them drifted apart. They both exhaled slowly gazing at each other, biting their lips in anticipation. Petra let go of the Nora and took a step back, giving Aloy room to lift her shirt over her head revealing the pale skin underneath. Petra stared at her athletic body, her orange hair falling between her shoulder blades as she dropped the cloth onto the nearby chair, hesitantly glancing over her shoulder sensing the Oseram gaze on her. When she turned around she found Petra untying the cord around her waist and hooking her fingers under the fabric of her tunic, shrugging it from her shoulders and letting it drop to the floor leaving her naked. Aloy’s eyes raked over her muscled body and half cast skin, butterflies in her stomach as she examined her round figure and toned abs, the full breasts presented to her. Aloy’s tits were so small in comparison, making the girl feel intimidated.
Petra showed no hesitation as she stepped forward again, her hands brushing up the girl’s chest to feel her boobs for herself. Aloy moaned when she palmed them, her nipples hardening against the calloused skin as she cupped them. The woman smiled. She liked the feel of Aloy’s boobs. She reached down and took her hands and brought them to her breasts, letting her feel them too. The Nora stared in wonder as she fondled those mounds, rolling the dark nipples experimentally between her fingers. She took the purr Petra made as a good sign. Now being given permission Aloy began to explore Petra’s body, her fingers drifting over her from neck to hips. Petra closed her eyes letting her explore, growing more aroused the closer she got to her sex. When the girl refused to touch it she put it down to inexperience, so she helped her by guiding her hand between her legs so she could feel her moist pussy. Aloy gasped when her fingers brushed against the folds, staring in awe when she heard her friend moan after she brushed against her hooded clit. “Should I stop?” She asked nervously.
“Absolutely not” Petra replied, throwing herself against her launching into an aggressive kiss, shoving her back against the table capturing her lips. The kiss was primal, the Oseram unleashed on the Nora. Aloy tried to keep up but was left reeling when Petra took hold of her waist and lifted her off her feet and dropped her onto the table, her bows and spear falling onto the floor. The woman was panting as she grabbed her hips and wrestled the last remaining article of clothing Aloy was wearing, pulling her leggings off and throwing them aside. Aloy had a second to register she was naked before she once again found herself making out with the woman, gasping into the kiss holding onto her powerful shoulders as her body was molested desperately. “Let me know if I’m moving too fast” Petra mumbled, almost as an after thought as she attacked the girls body.
“Oh…okay” Aloy stammered, her head spinning overwhelmed by the sensations her body was feeling, both heightened and dulled by the alcohol in her system as Petra groped and kissed her flesh. It occurred to Aloy she didn’t have a reference point to this sort of interaction so she wouldn’t know how fast people normal move. But so far she didn’t feel anything but excitement and pleasure as Petra’s lips kissed her jaw moving down her neck, her rough hands rubbing her thighs and back dragging her closer to the edge of the table. Aloy grabbed her arms and shoulders, holding on tightly as she tried to keep up, panting rapidly feeling her body rub against Petra’s creating more stimulation. A small part of her regretted not asking Rost about sex while he was still alive now.
Petra made her way lower down Aloy’s chest, her lips pausing at her breasts to kiss her nipples making the girl gasp. She kept her eyes on the redhead, who watched with silent trepidation leaning on her hands behind her back. Her skin shivered from every kiss the lower Petra dropped, crouching to her knees in front of the table kissing down her toned stomach towards her red bush. Her fingers brushed gently against her moist sex and found it dripping, the tender touch causing Aloy to inhale sharply. She hoisted her legs over her broad shoulders, tipping her hips back forcing Aloy to drop to her elbows arching her back, her head falling between her thighs staring at her gorgeous pussy. She took a moment to admire it, using her fingers to tease the folds apart while watching Aloy quiver in response. Their eyes met and she saw the wide nervous look in them. It appeared her boldness had sobered up the young woman, yet she hadn’t told her to stop. So she leant forward and pressed her lips to her clit.
“Oh shit!” Aloy cried, falling onto her back as lightning bolts of pleasure shot up her spine and across her body. She gasped and moaned as Petra run her tongue along and inside her pussy, exploring her experimentally blowing the redhead’s mind. She reached down and grabbed the woman’s hair, unsure whether to push her away or pull her deeper between her thighs. Her body decided for her as her hips buckled into her mouth, shoving her nose into her bush and her tongue deeper into her cunt until her back arched. Petra grabbed her legs to hold her still when she started to shake, occasionally peering up to check on the panting moaning girl melting to her touch as she licked and sucked on her. Aloy could barely breathe as something unfamiliar took over her body and she leant what a true orgasm felt like, her thighs clamping around Petra’s head along with her walls as she wailed, clutching her black hair nearly ripping it from her scalp.
The climax last half a minute, which Petra noted was one of the longest she’d ever seen from another woman. She determined it was also Aloy’s first given how quickly it took her to bring it forth. She waited until her thighs released her before pulling herself free and rising to her feet, looking down at the gasping young woman laid back on the table. She leant of her face and smile, catching her eyes when they were finished staring at the ceiling. “Wow. That was something else flame hair” she grinned. Aloy could barely speak, her chest rising and falling in slow pants. “Need some help?” She asked, receiving a nod. She took her by the arms and hoisted her upright, lifting her into her arms and carrying her towards the bed.
Aloy was still panting when the Oseram dropped her onto the bed, the thin bunk barely cushioning the stone beneath. She didn’t complain as she lay there, still dazed from her orgasm sending her head spinning. Petra lay down beside her resting on her elbow, putting a hand on her stomach asking if she was alright. “I’ve never done that before” Aloy muttered, looking over at her friend.
“I could tell” she replied, gently caressing her white skin circling her erect nipples. Aloy moaned but didn’t tell her to stop, so Petra leaned over and kissed her on the lips. “Do you want me to do it again?” She asked.
“Yes” she said, reaching up grabbing her head pulling her into another kiss. Petra grinned, rolling on top of her making out with the flame haired girl passionately. She wrapped her arms around her athletic frame hugging her close, feeling Aloy do the same as her hands pressed into her back. Her nervousness was gone leaving nothing but excitement.
She waited for a minute before reaching down between Aloy’s thighs, her hand drifting over her pussy, her fingers slipping into her folds. The girl moaned into the kiss, refusing to break it as Petra began rubbing her sensitive clit before inserting her middle finger into her. Her entrance was so slick she gave no resistance, making it easy to penetrate her with a second moments later. The sensation of two digits curling into her made Aloy shudder, her head rolling back against the pillow unable to focus on the kiss or anything else, her hands falling to her sides gripping the bedsheets. Petra watched with amusement as the Nora struggled to concentrate, her body writhing beneath her as she fingered her sensually. She was considerate, building up her movements so not to overwhelm her too soon. That didn’t stop her from leaning down to suck on her hard nipples making her whimper. Her eyes remained fixed on her face as she panted heavily, her body tensing, her eyes closed in deep concentration. She could feel her walls constricting around her fingers as her belly quivered unsteadily. “Don’t hold it in” she advised, whispering softly in her ear in a gentle tone. “Let it go. Let yourself go.”
Aloy followed the advice, releasing the orgasm she was trying desperately to hold back and letting out a howl of relief. Her walls flooded with fluids coating Petra’s palm, which slowed its motions to ease her through the climax until she was a sweaty pile of flesh. Her eyes snapped open to stare in amazement at the ceiling, her pupils dilating from the experience as all thought and feeling left her body. Petra watched her in amused awe as the girl rode the blissful high all the way to its conclusion, waiting until she was trembling and exhausted before pulling her fingers out of her tight sensitive pussy. When it was over Aloy found herself curling into a ball snuggling against the Oseram woman seeking her warmth, her eyelids falling shut as sleep crept over her tired body. Petra held her close, stroking her hair softly after wiping her soaking fighters on her dark breasts, allowing the Nora to nestle into her shoulder beneath her chin. “Thank you” Aloy whispered quietly as she fell asleep in her arms.
“Don’t mention it Flame Hair” Petra replied softly, closing her eyes glad she got the girl to finally relax.
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Dawn came and went by the time Aloy woke up from her dreamless slumber, opening her eyes to find she was alone in Petra’s bed, the covers covering half her naked body as she rolled onto her back. She sat up and looked around the room, unable to find the Oseram or her clothes, the door slightly ajar. She groaned when she felt a pounding in her skull, the hangover hitting her full force. With a sigh she climbed out of bed and got dressed, walking over to the table and picking her equipment off the floor.
She found Petra busy talking with the workers managing Chainscrape from the main hall, walking over to join her at the large table when the woman waved her over and excused herself from the Carja she was talking to. The cook brought them two breakfast meals that’ll keep them going for hours once Aloy sat down, still nursing her head. “Oseram mead will do that to you” Petra laughed, rubbing Aloy’s shoulder listening to her complain.
After eating Aloy turned to Petra with a bit of redness in her cheeks. “Thank you, for putting me up last night” she said. She sheepishly added “I had a lot of fun.”
“Yeah, the party was a blast” Petra agreed. She looked at her sideways and saw the blush, indicating that wasn’t just what she meant. She smiled, putting her hand on Aloy’s. “I had fun too. I’m glad I could help.” She squeezed her arm and turned to her, her face dropping serious for a moment. “I know you have to go save the world, but don’t wait too long to come visit again” she said, subtly biting her bottom lip. “And be careful out west there.”
Aloy felt her chest tighten as she averted her gaze, wishing she didn’t have to race off so soon. She took Petra’s hand and squeezed it back, bringing her eyes to hers. “I’ll be careful” she promised, the best she could offer. Petra accepted it, brushing a strand of orange hair away from her pretty face stroking her cheek. Aloy blushed, feeling rather embarrassed at the show of affection after what happened last night. But she didn’t stop Petra from lifting her chin and planting a soft kiss on her lips. In fact she savored it, committing it to memory so she had something to hold onto. “I have to get going” she whispered sadly, climbing out of her seat preparing to leave. She gave Petra a pat on the shoulder, giving her a grateful smile before turning to make her exit.
“Hey flame hair!” Petra called out, prompting Aloy to stop and look back. “I’ll save you a seat” she told her, her way of saying she’d been waiting for her. Aloy chuckled, nodding back continuing on her quest into the forbidden west.
Chapter 2: Petra's Hangover Cure
Summary:
Petra was the first to wake up the next morning. Fortunately she had her own way of fixing the hangover.
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When Dawn broke over the Daunt it cast sunlight over Chainscrape stirring the Oseram awake. Amongst the first to open their eyes was Petra, feeling the warmth of the suns rays on her skin through the open window. She could hear the chirping of birds and the distant grinding of machines welcoming the morning as she rubbed her eyes groaning from the dull throbbing in her head. She knew she shouldn’t have had those drinks.
She sluggishly sat up in her bed releasing a long yawn, her dark hair tangled over her face which she brushed aside with her fingers. She sat on her mattress nursing her temples feeling the pounding of her hangover, knee pulled up beneath the covers she’d pulled over herself at some point during the night. She looked out the window to the town that would be relying on her to keep it ticking over and sighed. Then her head turned and allowed her gaze to fall onto the young Nora sleeping soundly beside her which brought her smile back.
Aloy lay on her side with her back to Petra, her head nestled in the crook of her elbow. Petra slipped back down resting on her elbow, watching Aloy sleep as her affectionate gaze drifted over her pale skin and athletic build, the bed covers stopping below her hips allowing the woman to admire her back and the tiny scars blemishing her flesh. The Oseram smiled, her body drawn to envelop the girl protectively while she slept, shuffling forward to lay down beside her putting an arm around her waist. She wanted to close her eyes and drift back to sleep with her in her arms, just stay in bed for the rest of the day. But the sound of the work horn intervened, forcing a disappointed groan from the woman as she pushed herself up again. She looked over Aloy’s body. She looked too peaceful to wake, so she took the covers and pulled them over her naked body up to her shoulders, her hand brushing against her skin softly from her hips up her back. Then her fingers gently brushed her red hair behind her ear so she could admire her face a moment before leaning over and planting a soft kiss on the girls cheek. Petra watched her purr softly as she snuggled into the covers, a small smile rising on her lips melting the woman’s heart. She wanted so badly to stay here with her. But she had too much responsibility, too much work to do.
She climbed out of bed, careful not to make too much noise as she retrieved her clothes and got dressed. After she pulled her boots on she decided to tidy up the mess from the previous night, picking up the weapons and spear from the floor and returning it to the table. The last piece of Aloy’s gear she picked up was her focus, holding it between her fingers examining it. She had always been curious about this technology, her curiosity daring her to try it on. She glanced to her friend in the bed and smirked, resolved to place it beside her gear and walk outside to get to work.
She did her rounds in Chainscrape checking in with the laborers preparing for their shift, ducking into the main hall where the cooks were prepping breakfast. Petra greeted the men and women crawling out of bed complaining about their hangovers, some using it as an excuse to avoid work. She set many of them in their place, telling them if they were able to complain they were able to work. Amongst the few not groaning and whining were a trio of Oseram she knew from around town, the Grime Brothers, each one almost a mirror image of the other; large muscles and bald heads and stocky noses.
“Ahoy lady Petra!” The eldest and most cocky of them said in greeting while the others set up their workshop. “That was a hell of a bash last night.”
“Aye, it was a hell of a celebration” she retorted, slowing only to briefly converse.
“Ulved had it coming” the middle brother said, spitting on the ground in disgust. “The way he ripped us off…”
“Well he and his ilk are skulking back to the claim now” the eldest said with a grin. “Worth all the misery just to see him set packing with his tail between his legs.”
“I’m surprised you’re able to stand up straight” Petra remarked scanning each of them. “The way you three were knocking them back…”
“That? That was nothing” he laughed. “You should’ve seen the amount we drank back at Stone's Edge. I think between us we sank enough alcohol to put even a thunder jaw to sleep.”
“I couldn’t help but notice you and the Savior were drinking quite a bit last night too” the youngest noted, leaning over the counter with a bemused look on his face. “I’ve never seen a Nora party like an Oseram.”
“You still haven’t” his older brother chuckled, eying Petra coyly. “I saw the two of you slink off long before the rest of us. She looked like her boots were skating on jelly.”
“She managed well enough” she replied.
“Aye, I’ll grant respect for that. Still, no doubt she’ll be feeling it this morning” he said bringing laughter from his brothers. Even Petra resigned herself to a chuckle, agreeing with him. The middle brother glanced at his siblings before stepping forward and whispering “you know, if either of you find that like thudding in your skulls overwhelming, we have a very effective hangover cure we’d be happy to offer.
Petra raised and eyebrow as she looked at the inquisitive looks from the grime brothers, each with a sly smirk on their face. She rolled her eyes as she returned them, telling them “that’s a kind offer, but I don’t think the Savior is ready for the remedy you have in mind.”
The man held out his hands saying “fair enough. But the offer is on the table. Especially for you forgewoman” he said winking at her. She feigned a scoff of disgust before bidding them good morning, moving on to return to work. She heard them bantering as she left, a bemused smile on her face. She’d heard plenty about their “hangover cure”, a remedy that only applied to females and specifically offer to a select few the trio deems worthy of it. She supposed she should be honored both her and Aloy had been considered worthy of their treatment.
She finished her rounds which left her with some time to kill, which she spent leaning by a stone wall rubbing her temple feeling the pounding increase. Not only that, she became aware of another ache that had been lingering since last night within the pit of her stomach. She tried not to focus on it, familiar with that particular ache in her loins well enough. Usually she’d return to her room and rub herself until she felt better, but with her bedroom occupied she was reluctant to disturb her. Anyway, it appeared last nights activities has left her wanting more than a meager round of mastrubation. Serves her right for giving and not receiving her mind retorted as she glanced back to her lodgings. She had no qualms about focusing on her friend last night and had no intention of pushing her to return the favor. And yet the idea of seeking it elsewhere gave her pause, the thought feeling like a betrayal all of a sudden. She took a deep breath reminding herself what happened with Aloy wasn’t a signed contract or anything, no matter how much that part of her wanted it to be. She had needs to fulfill, it need not be anything more than that. So she stepped away from the wall and walked towards her next destination before she could talk herself out of it and second guess herself further.
She arrived at the Grime Brother’s workshop and rapped on the door grabbing their attention. “Alright, tell me more about this hangover cure” she said, closing the door behind her.
A few minutes later Petra realized their remedy actually worked, her hangover appeared cured. She deduced that might be down to her focus now being on the fact she was gripping the large workbench she was atop of with a dick stuffed in her cunt and another being pushed into her ass. She grunted with a grimace as it forced its way inside her, her fingers gripping the edge of the table as she controlled her breathing. She forgot how much discomfort unprepared anal was yet she didn’t tell the youngest brother to stop. She heard him moan with approval when he managed to slid all the way in, his eyes staring at her butt in disbelief. “Fuck it’s so tight” he muttered giving her cheeks a hard slap. “I love this ass.”
“The tits are much better” the middle brother replied as he squeezed her dangling mounds, smiling broadly as he lean forward to wrap his mouth around her nipple. Petra gasped when his teeth bit on it, stifling a moan trying not to look at the man she was straddled across. This was a fulfillment of mutual need she reminded herself. She didn’t need to like them, look at them or kiss them, just have sex with them. Fortunately she discovered quickly they all shared something else in common apart from their name and appearance: they all packed incredibly meaty packages.
They weren’t the biggest dicks she’d ever fucked, but they were close. And they were enough to convince her to let them strip her clothing and bend her over the work bench for a good time. The brothers all voted for a hole and Petra begrudgingly let them take the lead, hence why she was bouncing atop the middle brother now with her boobs in his face while the youngest got to fuck her from behind in the ass, their cocks rubbing each other through the thin partition inside her while the oldest patiently watched from in front of her slowly masturbating to his brother DP’ing the woman. They were all naked while she had her gloves, boots and hat on, her powerful body all theirs to play with. She wondered how often they fucked girls together because the two thrusting into her now appeared too coordinated for them not to have done this before. She felt the discomfort pass as their cocks thrust in an alternating rhythm, her hips in constant motion with theirs as they continued to slap and squeeze her ass and breasts. “Do you like that?” The brother behind her asked. “Do you like having my huge cock in your butt like this?”
She rolled her eyes, noting the youngest seemed to want to most praise. She briefly looked down at the man below her and saw him shrug. “Yes, I like having a dick in my ass” she said politely. “And in my cunt.”
“Yeah, it’s a big dick isn’t it?” The youngest said proudly.
Petra felt compelled to temper that flame a little, looking over her shoulder to comment “doesn’t matter how good the tools are if you don’t know how to use it.” She heard the others chuckle as the young man blinked at her. “If you want me to give you praise then earn it. Some me how good your big cock is and fuck me with it.”
“You heard her boys” the eldest laughed, pumping his penis more until it was rock hard in his palm. “Let’s show her the grimes family special.”
The others nodded, their hands taking hold of her hips and waist and began thrusting into her harder. Petra gasped as they moved in sync, both dicks thrusting into her holes simultaneously sending flashes of pleasure and pain through her body. She grunted and moaned and felt her pussy getter wetter with each thrust as their hands gripped her hips tightly. Two hand cupped her breasts and fondled them roughly, pinching and twisting her nipples making her scream, her body rocking violently against them. She closed her eyes and rode the wave of sensations willingly, her hangover evaporating replaced with everything else. “You like that?” She heard one of them ask, she didn’t care which one.
“Harder” she said between pants. The youngest obliged, his hand releasing her breast to grab her hair, whipping off her hat to tug it hard as he slammed into her even faster. She grunted with approval as his hips slapped against her butt cheeks, his cock fucking her anus raw. His brother watched her from below, enjoying the view of her face between her bouncing tits while her pussy swallowed his penis with each thrust. “Harder” she repeated, prompting him to grip her waist, lift his knees planting his heels on the table and drive his hips up into her faster. She wailed as both cocks moved even harder, plowing her with irregular patterns she came somewhere in that onslaught, her juices turning to butter around their shafts. “Fuck yes, that’s it. Give it to me” she cried defiantly, forcing her eyes open to look at each of them as if in challenge. “Fuck me as hard as you can. Give me everything you’ve go..umphf!”
Her dare was interrupted by the eldest brother stepping forward, turning her face towards him so she could see his large erection before her. He didn’t wait for permission, or the end of her sentence, before shoving the penis into her mouth muffling the voice. “You wanted the grime special” he reminded her as he pulled her head down his shaft to the base holding her still until she chocked on him.
She gagged on his length staring up at him, her hand flying up to support her by grabbing his thigh. She went to push away, feeling his grip lesson expecting her to rip her mouth free or bite his penis off. But instead she took the challenge and began sucking on it, reaching behind his thigh to pull him closer, even slapping his ass to encourage him to start thrusting. He bellowed with laughter at the woman’s gall, taking her head in his hand to begin deepthroating her completing the trifecta. Petra kept her body still so the three brothers could fuck her, barely able to move as they thrust into her from all directions. She felt the youngest brothers hand move to her shoulder to increase his force into her ass, the middle brothers hands on her breasts playing with them while pummeling her cunt, and stared up at the eldest who fucked her throat raw with both hands. Her fingers curled to dig into wood and flesh for support, feeling two more orgasms rip through her body in response while panting through the nose.
After a few minutes of constant pounding the eldest turned to the others and said are we ready to deliver the best hangover cure in the daunt?” Petra narrowed her eyes. She assumed being triple penetrated was their answer. But when the others nodded, their paces quickening more desperately, she realized what they meant was something more obvious. She braced herself as the cocks drove deeper and fast, stuffing themselves as far as they’ll go before all three of them released a simultaneous growl as their dicks ejaculated.
She thought she’d seen the most an Oseram could ejaculate at one time, but this took it to a new level. All three brothers flooded her insides with cum. She felt it spill into her womb, force it’s way through her intestines to her stomach, drown her insides filling her to capacity. She felt the substance leak out of her pussy and ass around the cock buried in her, her walls clenching around them in a reflex orgasm that make her toes curled and her eyes roll into her skull. But the most startling part of it was the eldest, who pumped in spurt after spurt into her throat, so much cum she couldn’t breath as it filled her airway, her choking gasp pulling more through her nostril to leak from her nose, her cheeks creeping as she tried to contain the huge volume. She closed her eyes and concentrated, locking her lips tight like a vice around his dick, waiting until he was done before opening them and glancing at him. He was panting and staring down at her, watching her curiously as she took hold of his hips and carefully pushed him away, keeping her lips in a vacuumed seal as she held her breath and pulled away from him. His deflated cock fell away from her mouth and she held the contents within, sitting up carefully feeling all three brothers watching her as she titled her head back and forced herself to swallow. It took three gulps but she was able to down everything in her mouth before regaining her breath, patting her chest with her fist as she coughed and inhaled feeling the cum settle in her stomach. “That was so fucking hot” the eldest muttered as he stared at her.
She gave him a smile of pride as she dislodged herself from the others, climbing off the work bench stepping down to the floor ignoring how her knees felt like jelly. Semen dropped from her holes and dribbled down her chin to her breasts, her body ached and felt sore, but she felt that carnal desire sated. “Thank you boys. I needed that” she said to them, thanking them for their service before putting her clothes back on and suggesting them get back to work. She walked out of the workshop leaving big smiles on their faces, and a small one on her own.