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It started as a casual, throwaway joke at first but just like with almost everything else, Kotallo turned it into a running challenge.
She was sporting a new Oseram armor handcrafted by Runda when she visited Memorial Grove for a festival — a lame excuse, obviously, since she’s not really a festival kind of person — and the instant Kotallo laid eyes on her, his usual impassive face turned into a frown.
“You attend a Tenakth celebration with an Oseram armor,” he commented, though his tone was lacking in actual agitation. “Apparently my hopes for you to become more…considerate have been too high.”
“Hey,” Aloy swatted his exposed bicep with feign offense, “It was a gift and I was trying to be considerate to its stitcher.” She looked down at the fabric with price and smoothed some of the rumpled edges. “Besides, it’s a good product. Runda said she made the clasps stronger and well hidden so I can fight without having to worry that it’ll come off too easily.”
Kotallo merely hummed and cocked his head to one side as his eyes slowly raked over her body from top to bottom, purposely pausing for a second longer at her waist and chest and had her roll her own eyes.
“We’ll see about that,” he murmured lowly before ushering her to where the event was held.
Little did she know that his entire positioning throughout the festival — standing a pace behind her — carried a strategic purpose until it was revealed much later.
They had excused themselves earlier, to both the complaint and knowing looks from their peers, and the soonest Aloy stepped one foot inside his shelter, Kotallo had her pinned between his solid chest and the nearest shelf, and she barely noticed his hand on her back before the top armor suddenly came loose.
“What the—“
“Not so strong after all now, don’t they, huntress,” he growled to her ears, and whatever argument she had was immediately drowned the moment he sneaked the same hand under the fabric and closed over one breast while his mouth latched to the juncture of her neck.
The bottom came off just as embarrassingly quick, and Aloy couldn’t determine whether to criticize or thank Runda for the resulting two mind blowing orgasms she got that night.
And thus, the exhilarating challenge was created.
Every time Aloy had new ones made or old ones repaired and modified, she made a habit to either show him immediately or wear them whenever they met, but Kotallo, damn him and his strange skillset, always somehow managed to find the quickest and most efficient ways to left her bare or down to her under clothings in minimal time. And Aloy had tried everything, from visiting the most famous stitchers in each clan and tribe to researching through Old World data and attempting to recreate some of their fashion advancement – although, with the limited resources and tools they had, it didn’t mean much.
Which brought her to today, venturing once again into Faro’s bunker – or as far as she could go with how much the place has been destroyed – at the request from Alva and the Quen, when she made an interesting discovery at one of the abandoned living quarters. A quick Focus scan provided her with the necessary information, and without a second thought she took away everything and exited the area to give the item her friend had requested before flying back to the Base.
Three days later, Aloy was ready and confident with her latest challenge, and made the arrangement for a quick getaway.
The shelter by The Greenhouse was small, but secluded enough from any patrolling machines and far enough from the nearest settlement to provide them with both security and privacy. Its location by the beach was an added bonus, and to say she was overexcited was an understatement. Aloy practically jumped out of the shelter the soonest she heard the familiar Sunwing flap and crashed into him full force until they both tumbled down onto the sand, exchanging longing kisses between giggles.
“I have a new quest for you,” she whispered seductively when they parted, tracing the line of Kotallo’s jaws with her fingertips and watched in anticipation as he stared up to her like she’s a goddess. Adoration, curiosity, and lust all mixed together inside his sun-lit ember eyes that made it extremely difficult to stick with her plan instead of just riding him right then and there.
But Aloy was a woman of commitment, and now that she had him intrigued, she quickly rose to her feet and pulled him up from underneath her before guiding him into the shelter.
“I hope you aren’t hungry yet,” she said with a shy smile once they’re inside, suddenly reminded that it was close to dinner time and other than berries and dried meat, they would need to hunt for food.
Kotallo pulled her in with a strong grip on her waist and kissed her deeply to the point of dizziness before replying. “The only thing I want to feast upon is between your legs.” He accentuated his statement by nipping at her lower lip, and judging by the accompanying feeling of his hard bulge against her stomach, she knew he was telling the truth.
“Good,” she purred, then ran her thumb along the edges of his belt enticingly. “Strip off your armor, Marshal. And do it slowly, so I can take a good look at you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were giving me quests instead of orders?”
“This is part of the quest,” Aloy smiled sweetly. “Now have at it, or else my hunger for you will be replaced by hunger for actual food.”
Kotallo huffed and loosened his grip so she could take several steps back, all the while maintaining eye contact and biting her inner cheeks in an attempt to control the excitement from being channeled out through a childish grin. To her absolute delight, Kotallo didn’t disappoint and made a show on himself by rolling his shoulders and lifting his chin high as his hand hovered above the clasp of his pauldron and removed it, slowly, to drop on the soft ground.
His vambrace came next in an equally enticing way, leaving her mouth agape and dry as Kotallo pulled each knot with his teeth before shaking the piece off with a hard flick of his arm and forcing her eyes to focus on how the muscles along the limb rippled deliciously with the flex.
And fuck, did the act made her core clenched on instinct, and Aloy had to reach the wine cup nearby with shaking hand to quench the sudden thirst in her throat. Kotallo smirked smugly at the sight, his pupils had gone impossibly dark despite the lights from the torches and candles around them and, as if reading her mind, he then commented, “Is this slow enough for you, Commander?”
Aloy took another gulp and controlled her face before replying, “I will tell you when you’re slacking. Continue.”
He chuckled, but did as he was told: the ornament around his neck joined the rest on the floor, and after that his chest piece followed suit, finally leaving the top half of his body fully exposed. She openly stared at the plane of his broad torso, counting each familiar marking as if it’s the first time she’d ever seen it, all the while looking for any new scars to concern later. When she found none, Aloy gave him a soft smile and simply enjoyed the moment the rest of his armor went off.
Fire and spit, he was beautiful. It still amazed her how she could come across someone of his qualities and flaws and eventually be lucky enough to love and be loved by such a beautiful man. Along the way of knowing him, she’d come to know more about herself as well, and despite her relatively young age and their equally short time together, she could say confidently that she wouldn’t want any other person than Kotallo to be with for as long as the time would allow her.
Now left with nothing but shorts that barely hide his arousal, Aloy immediately clicked her tongue disapprovingly when he moved his hand to remove the thin fabric. “Ah-ah, I said ‘armor’, Marshal. Maybe you should learn to listen well next time,” she said with a pretentious frown.
Kotallo gazed at her darkly, but removed his hand dutifully. “Apologies, Commander,” he said with a dangerous, low voice. The slow and pronounced rise and fall of his chest told her that he’s at the edge of his self control now, which was just in time for her actual game to begin.
“Now, your quest…” Aloy put down the empty cup and strode to him slowly, feeling the effect of the wine buzzing in all the right places in her body, “...is to undress me. You may take your time to observe first, but as soon as you put your hands on me, you must be quick about it.”
Kotallo raised an eyebrow curiously, but she simply challenged him further by stepping into his personal space, close enough that she could feel his labored breath on her face, but not enough to make any contact.
“Or else?” he asked.
Bold, as always. “Or else, I will do everything myself while you just watch, and if I’m feeling generous enough, I’ll let you come.”
Kotallo’s nostrils flared, and when he spoke again it was with such restraint. “By your command,” he said and, with a shaky sigh, widened the gap between them before starting on the quest.
Aloy smiled cheekily as she watched his intent eyes raked over her fully clothed body, slowly circling her to get the better look at what otherwise would be her usual Nora outfit. She’d purposely chosen this exact outfit to work with, not only because the amount of fabric would allow her to modify it with the new stuff she’d found on the Isle of Spires, but also due to its potential unassuming effect. She’d worn the outfit countless times, and Kotallo had gotten her out of it equally as much, which meant he probably would be quite surprised to find the added challenge.
Her smile only grew wider when Kotallo veered away for a moment to produce and attach his metal arm and then, with a questioning look and her following approval, proceeded with the simplest task of removing her belt, tasset, and boots in quick succession. Her cropped outer shirt came off next, expectantly effortless, and only when he reached over to unlace the knots of her vest from behind her that his eyes widened with surprise.
Aloy grinned victoriously, raising her eyebrows with a daring look and waited for his next action.
Kotallo’s flesh fingers ran over the strange new material several times before he spun her around and she couldn’t control her giggle any longer. Removing her hair over one shoulder, he then tried tugging at the fabric but to no avail other than bursting more laughter out of her.
Aloy turned her head just enough to see the outline of his crumpled face and teased, “Should I start counting to ten to add more stake to it?”
His answer came in whispered curses, though he then managed to find the small dangling item on the top and started fumbling with it. She felt him pulling – as the Old World record told her – the slider behind, then upward, and after a few more attempts, Aloy smiled to herself when his downward movement yielded result, though only a little.
“What in the name of the Ten is this thing?” Kotallo asked through gritted teeth as he began pulling the slider down with more force.
“It’s called ‘zippers’,” she explained. “An Old World fashion invention. I found some clothes with them at The Digsite.”
Kotallo huffed what sounded like half admiration and half frustration. “You went that far to make this challenge? Your determination never failed to amaze me, Aloy.”
She chuckled, but after several good moments of still unsuccessful attempt, her desperation finally got the best of her and Aloy reached a hand behind to pull at the bottom edges of her vest to slightly straighten the fabric. “Here, try again now.”
He did, and she immediately felt the skin over her spine exposed to the element. “Interesting,” Kotallo quipped, and then his lips were on her nape, trailing open mouthed kisses along the slowly revealed skin and Aloy let out an equally satisfied groan at the contact. With the zipper ended just above her waist, he swiftly rounded her and clasped her jaws with his large flesh hand and bored his lustful gaze into hers.
“I admit my defeat,” he murmured, so close to her lips that she could practically taste the words on her own lips. “Name your punishment, Commander, and I shall see it through.”
Damn if that rough gravelly voice of his didn’t just soar her desire to impossible height, and Aloy had to force her eyes to maintain the contact and dug her fingers to his waist lest she felt she could be reduced to dust in the next second. But she chose to prevail, even for another tiny moment, and made her order.
“Your punishment is to pleasure me, Marshal,” she hissed, accentuating her words by tightening her grip on his flesh. “Earn your redemption by making me scream your name for the whole world to know that you’re mine.”
The soonest the last word came out Kotallo invaded her mouth with his in a bruising kiss, and she kissed him back just as hard. The dam that held back her lust for the game completely shattered and the night was silent, safe from the breaking waves outside and their gasps and moans. He slid the now loosened vest off her shoulders and sucked the skin on each one like a starved man before removing the fabric completely and gave the same treatment to her breasts, plucking the nubs into hard peaks with his expert tongue and fingers until she’s a mewling mess.
Kotallo trailed the hungry kisses down and when she opened her eyes again it was to find him kneeling on the ground, his metal hand had reached and pulled up the edges of her pants while the flesh one moved the slider down to the end. His mouth latched to her pubic bone just as swiftly, lavishing the exposed dark curls before helping her step out of the last remaining fabric on her body and continued his work between her legs, running two fingers along her slit and undoubtedly finding the wetness that had been pooled there since she watched him undress.
“Blood of the Ten, Aloy, you’re drenched.” She heard his raspy compliment and nodded feverishly, feeling her trembling legs failing her with each passing second. Kotallo must’ve felt that too through his metal arm supporting her around the back of her right thigh, as through the haze she then felt his flesh one tugging at hers, beckoning her to join him as he laid on his back onto the sleeping pallet. Aloy followed suit and dropped into a crawl, using the moment to free his cock from his pants, expectantly pulsing and leaking already. She was about to go through with her earlier plan of riding him when Kotallo bent upward and took her hand once again, ushering her to move further still until his face was right under her sex.
Aloy threw him a silent, questioning look but Kotallo simply nodded and circled his arms over her thighs and, with a gentle encouragement, urged her to lower herself more before meeting her in the middle and put his mouth onto her core.
“Kotallo, ah!”
That’s it, her first cry of his name. Still not loud enough to reach distances but was the only one she could manage as his tongue lapped and circled her clit with just the right pressure and in all the right ways that she could only moan and whine under his work. And fuck, she’d never done this before but Kotallo definitely knew what he was doing from the way his hand joined the ministrations, parting her netherlips with two fingers and by doing so pronouncing his lips and tongue against her nub as her pleasure build up high and fast. And Aloy had just enough time to blindly reach to the nearest solid object for purchase before he began sucking, and then her world turned white.
She cursed into the night air – or praised, she couldn’t tell, not when Kotallo was still making lazy glides against her core and she felt nothing but him and probably the slight pain from how hard she scrunched her eyelids. Aloy even barely noticed his presence had disappeared from underneath her until his metal palm came to the small of her back, urging her to lean forward against her hands while he pulled her trembling thighs behind to meet his. The tip of his cock then came to contact with her entrance, coated by the wetness there before finally sliding home accompanied by her long, keening moan.
Kotallo started slow, rolling his hips to accentuate each thrust against her walls, though the soonest she ordered him to go faster, he granted her wish and began moving just so, leaving her mewling with each breath knocked out of her lungs from his hard thrusts. Before long, Aloy felt his paint-rough chest meet her back followed by a soft thud and the distinct coldness from his metal arm bracketing outside her own, and then the flesh one smoothed her front where it stopped midway to fondle at one breast. The sensation was instant, and Aloy felt herself tighten around him, the start of another orgasm. Kotallo pressed his face gently between her shoulders and moaned, the sound of him losing himself in her was what finally undid her and, true to her promise, she cried his name out loud as her world rocked for the second time.
He followed soon after, his own broken groan muffled by her skin and they stayed through the aftershock for as long as their limbs allowed before collapsing onto the pallet, breathlessly heaving but exquisitely sated.
“Am I redeemed, then?” Kotallo asked after a while, his lazy grin both silly and cute that Aloy couldn’t help but mirroring him.
“You are,” she assured him while pulling the blanket over their bodies and settled into her usual position with her head on his shoulder. “But only if you fuck me like that everytime you lose an undressing challenge.”
His soft chuckle was the last thing she heard before sleep finally claimed them.