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The first thing Aloy notices upon waking is the smell. The lack of it, to be more specific. 

No hint of earth or stagnant water, no wet furs or burnt metals. It's just… nothing. It startles her quickly back to consciousness because it reminds her of how she was knocked out in the first place. It comes back faster than it should after that kind of beating.

The second thing she notices - cutting through the rest - is that she's naked.

Tilda.  

She opens her eyes, and it's nothing but blurry white. Bright light that burns her eyes, that she lifts her hand to block as it all comes flooding back. She lost. Tilda took her. The panic somehow comes slow, giving her the few seconds it gives her to ground herself in her environment. The seconds she needs to blink away the daze and realise that she isn't alone here. 

"Beta!" Aloy pushes herself up, holding the sheet to keep her dignity, and finds she is not hurt. Not badly anyway. Not like she should be. "Hey! Beta?" She's lying there beside her on the white floor, surrounded by white walls. This is gonna be a nightmare for her, and Aloy has never felt more helpless. She reaches instinctively for her Focus, but there's nothing there. 

Carefully, she brushes a hand across her forehead. She needs to be real, but Aloy isn't sure if she wants her to be.

Beta is already frowning before she even opens her eyes, but that's not unusual. Aloy is briefly thrown for a loop with relief, her heart racing while she watches her sit up and reorientate, but Beta knows where they are, and the confusion melding to acceptance in her eyes brings Aloy crashing back to earth fast. 

(She wonders if they are still on Earth. Probably not, Tilda wouldn't want to waste time. She failed them both.)

"A-aloy?" Beta reaches out and stops at the last second, brows dipping. "You're naked."

"I know. So are you." 

In another life it might have been funny to watch Beta look down to confirm, her lips parting as she mutters something unheard to herself. Aloy wishes she could read her mind. Instead, she just finds herself apologising. 

"I'm so sorry." 

"You didn't do anything wrong." Beta answers quickly, almost too quickly to feel true, but at least she looks at her. Tries to smile. "We'll be fine. She doesn't want to kill you." 

Aloy wants to scratch up the walls, throw her weight against them until she finds a hidden door or a window or something , but before she can stand, there's a crackling sound, followed by a quick swipe . Aloy whirls around, but Beta spots it first. 

"The vent." She nods towards it. "She's going to gas us." 

"With what?" There's nothing else here but them and the four walls. Nothing she could use to fashion a mask. 

Beta shrugs, picking at her arms with her nails. She's too calm; it's creeping Aloy out more than if she was kicking and screaming. At least that would make some sense. "Could be anything. She could want to put us to sleep, or it could be for cleansing? Maybe even immunisation." She shrugs again and drops her eyes, words coming fast. "I'm glad I'm with you- that you're not alone up here."

The admittance feels special, makes Aloy's chest swell with a pride she's still trying to come to grips with, but there's no time. The vent hisses again, and Beta frowns. 

"I don't know this stuff." She takes a deep breath in through her nose. "It's not a sedative anyway."

Aloy can't find anything resembling a window, but she feels… watched. Hunted. It puts her on edge, makes her want to curl around Beta like a moat. 

"Do you think she can see us?" It comes out as a whisper. Just in case. 

Beta levels her with a tired expression - so much of Elisabet in her eyes - but sits up properly, tucking her sheet around herself as she answers. "Of course she can." 

Aloy expects revulsion, but it doesn't come. The air is sweet, in a medicinal sort of way, and she suspects that's what is keeping her so calm. It's easy to fall victim too. She starts breathing freely despite her better judgement, but so has Beta, so how wrong can she be? What else could they do?

It doesn't take long after that for exactly what Tilda is trying to make itself known.

Beta is frowning, deep lines running across her forehead like rivers through valleys, but Aloy can't look at her. She runs her hands down her legs instead, trying to distance herself from the way her hips jerk forward, and locks down. 

Years ago, before the Proving and still an Outcast, Aloy had come across a young Nora couple hiding out in the woods. Careful not to be seen, she had watched the girl sink to her knees for her partner, take him into her mouth like it was a sacred act, until his cries were loud enough to scare Aloy away. It isn't a memory she calls on often, but she knows why it appears now, and why she can't shake it off. 

Her nails are digging into her thighs, and she doesn't even notice until they spasm under the pressure. When she looks down, there are red specs in the grooves, and she keeps her eyes there. 

"Aloy?" Beta asks, her voice shaky and her breathing rattling. She doesn't look scared - the opposite actually - but she definitely feels it too. Her leg starts bouncing. Aloy's mouth is watering. 

Every part of her is screaming to just stay quiet, but the truth still pulls itself out of her. It feels good to let it.

"I want to-'' Aloy frowns, cuts herself off, because she doesn't know the words but she needs to touch her, and can't fathom the repercussions. Beta swallows thickly. Slowly. Aloy can't tear her eyes away from the way her throat moves. 

"It's just the gas." She says, and Aloy nods because of course she knows that, but at the same time she's never been more desperate for anything in her life. Not food, or rest, or even air. She pins her hands between her own legs to keep from touching Beta's. She's only really touched her a handful of times before now. Every breath makes it worse, but she stays still, until she's rocking slightly back and forth before she can think to stop. She's probably scaring her, but can't bring herself to stop.

"Sorry." She chokes, and Beta shakes her head. 

"Not your fault." Aloy can tell she wants to say more, likely some spiel about the various compounds and how they are working as intended, but it doesn't come. Her jaw works under the skin, and again Aloy forces her eyes down. 

Her white knuckle grip on the sheets doesn't go unnoticed either and doesn't help. Aloy suddenly can't tear her eyes away from watching Beta's fingers flex around the fabric, and eventually give up, running up and down her thighs like she's trying to rub strain from them. She stares until it hurts her eyes, until she feels comfortable with the fact that Beta is staring at her too. Until she's glad she is. 

"Aloy?" Beta whispers, so quiet that she could almost convince herself she imagined it. She's way too keyed in for that. 

It's dangerous to let her eyes move from the fabric bundled across Beta's lap, but once they have there isn't anything she can do to stop them from searching her face. They are entirely identical, more so than any set of twins, but it doesn't give her any advantage in deciphering her now. Aloy doesn't think she's ever made that expression before. 

Instead of trying to figure it out on her own (impossible, with her mind racing like this), she attempts to reverse engineer an answer by mirroring the expression on her own features, but that only makes Beta shiver, which just makes the problem worse. Aloy can't bite back the groan. 

"Beta." It isn't a question, but Beta is already panting and nods anyway. Aloy feels dizzy. Everything is happening so fast. Her legs are shaking, but her hands are free, and they grab open air until they find something solid in Beta's knees. She quivers under Aloy's weight, her entire body shifting, leaning forward until she's close enough for Aloy to see how blown out her pupils are. 

She has only seen that before in a man who would drink machine oil to see the future, but Beta isn't blood drunk. She's beautiful. She's touching her. 

Feather light, the pads of her fingers glance down the side of Aloy's face and around her jaw, around her neck. Beta's hand is so soft, nothing like her own - nothing like anyone's really - and Aloy folds to it immediately, letting it guide her up until they are sharing breath. Her eyes are so dark, so green, and Aloy searches them for anything that might clear the haze, and finds it. 

She doesn't know what it is exactly - something in the way Beta's fingers curl into her hair at the root - but she surges forward and Beta catches her. It's like a smoke bomb goes off, clouding just about everything except her ability to move, so she moves. 

Aloy has never kissed anyone before. Has never had time for it, has never been approached in a way that flattered her, but she's not thinking about her own inexperience when they crash together. It's beyond instinct, and she isn't overthinking it the way she always thought she might if it ever happened, and better than she ever could have expected. 

There's nothing that could have prepared her for it, and how it makes the fire between her legs roar. She lets her body take her, opening her mouth when Beta does, and even the clawing reminder that she can't be doing this doesn't stop the shock down her spine.

Her hands run up Beta's legs, thrilling when they part for her, as both of Beta's arms wrap around her shoulders. Pulls her deeper. It's easy to let her. She wants to be closer. 

(She knows she should be stronger than this, but Beta's shallow breathing is like how the musicians she meets speak about song, so maybe she was never strong, just ignorant.)

She must hesitate, because Beta's nails scrape dully against her scalp and for once it feels like she understands her the way she wishes always could have. Keep going. Don't stop.

Aloy doesn't want to stop. She pushes forward, pushes Beta back to the floor, and revels in the noises she makes. Did Elisabet sound like this? Aloy hates to understand Tilda in any way, but in the moment it is easy to. 

Beta's legs close around her, shaking and weak but more grounding than Aloy can keep composure through. It feels like plasma is building up under her skin, ready to explode at the slightest touch, but she's ready to take the hit. Beta moans, and she lets instinct take the lead again to deepen the kiss, to push down when Beta rises until nails drag harshly down her back. 

Aloy has endured a lot but never enjoyed pain before, but this is different. She gasps eagerly and accidentally separates them for the first time. Instead of being the reality check she was dreading it would be, there is nothing, and she dips down to Beta's neck and bites. 

"Shit!" Beta whimpers, and even through the haze Aloy bares her teeth against skin, clips them together to hear her again, and is rewarded with another scratch that lights her up from the inside. 

Aloy wants to be closer, reaches down between them to pull at whatever is keeping them apart until it falls away. So much contact is overwhelming, but just like the pain it spurs her on. Aloy can taste sweat under her tongue, scent something in the air she has only found before in herself, and somewhere in that fact she puts it all together. Beta lurches up, hands tight in Aloy's hair and around her waist while her back arches. 

"A-aloy, more-" She's already moving, pushing knees up for better purchase and reaching between them again, until she finds wet heat that makes her head spin. 

"Oh fuck-" Beta cuts her off, turning her head to catch her in another kiss, and all Aloy can do is sink deeper. She wants more. Aloy can do that.

There's a certain ease that comes with crossing this line for the first time with Beta. Aloy knows where her hands need to be and what she needs to do; even without the gas it would surely be second nature, but it definitely helps her along. She's not nervous like she might have been otherwise, and Beta laps up the attention like she is starved for it. 

She's slippery with arousal, almost too much to get any kind of consistent friction but determination can get you anywhere, and Aloy hasn't failed at much before. Beta's legs tighten their vice around her. Don't you dare stop. She's so wet its almost an accident when she starts fucking her, but the groans and sighs she lets out make it all make sense. Aloy wants to hear more. 

Beta isn't faring any better, touching everywhere she can reach until Aloy follows her lead and gives her some room to manoeuvre. It takes effort with the angle but pays off at the first brush of contact to her clit. Aloy parts her legs and bears down, only faintly aware now of the hissing vent or the possible hidden windows. She only cares about Beta, and how much she wants more. 

It should scare her. She's dripping down her thighs and that should scare her. Beta kisses her until she cant breathe, until black spots start appearing when she finds the strength to open her eyes at all, and she breaks away to lean down on her shoulder. She's riding her sister's hand and doesn't want to stop. It feels like she might die if she stops. 

"Fuck, Beta- I'm really close." It comes out broken and barely legible past all the moaning, but she is understood. Beta nods frantically into her hair. 

"Yeah- yeah, me too." Her eyes are squeezed shut when Aloy can force hers open - it feels imperative that she does - and she follows through fast. Aloy feels her tighten around her fingers, her grip like steel. She wants to kiss her again, but the pressure building up inside snaps like a bone. She cums shuddering and whimpering. It would be embarrassing if she could find it in her to care at all. 

Beta doesn't stop for a second, those quick fingers coaxing more from her until Aloy is sure she'll never see clearly again, and doesn't even care. They've lost anyway. She doesnt need her eyes. 

(The thought barely pings on the normal guilt that would have drowned her in other circumstances, and it's more relief than finding water in the desert. Aloy hasn't felt so at ease since well before the Proving.)

Beta must know her own body too, and uses the advantage with what feels like more consciousness than Aloy can muster, but it's like flying. She never wants to be seperated from this. The white light is starting to hurt less, and it's a relief to be able to take this in a bit more. Beta's hair is a mess. Her own must be so much worse. 

Aloy is still rocking back on her hand, long fingers hitting spots she can't manage by herself. It's incredible. It's the worst thing she's ever done. Aloy cums harder this time, shaking like live electricity is shooting through her veins, and tries to reconcile how much she doesn't care about any of that. It's basically masturbation. 

Except it isn't. Beta's lilting moans sound nothing like her own. Beta isn't crossed with scars, is softer everywhere Aloy knows she is hard, but she's always been curious. Always wanted to explore what no one else could. Elisabet wanted that for her. This isn't so different. Beta moans past her lips, high pitched and desperate, and there are no sheets between them to ruin it. She wants to touch more than she has the mental capacity to know that she is touching her. 

"Beta-'' she groans. Beta whines, and she wants to taste it, wants to taste her, so she sinks down like that girl in the forest, and Beta lets her go. Lets her go as much as she can anyway; Aloy is sure she leaves some of herself under her nails. 

She doesn't know what she's doing but it hasn't stopped her yet. Beta writhes at the loss of contact, her chest heaving from exertion as Aloy finds herself between her legs, holding her down, dragging her tongue up pink folds to see what happens. Petra once implied that this is something people like, and it had made her deeply uncomfortable until this moment, but she truly can't thank her or those Nora enough. They had the right idea. 

Beta's hands darts down to grab at her; her hair, her hands, anything she can reach. Aloy can feel how much force is pushing against her, how hard Beta is working not to rut against her face even if it only kind of works. Aloy half wants to let her go, half wants to keep her still so she can indulge in this as it should be indulged in. 

At the first taste of her on her tongue, something kicks in and Aloy's decision is made. She takes her time to explore what should be mapped territory but isn't, getting her bearings while Beta's ragged breathing rattles around her head. She takes it slow, makes a point to know what each flick of her tongue can do and where it's best used, until she can't help it anymore and dips her tongue inside just to drink from the source. Beta thrusts up hard, crying out her name. It's like a sonic wave, blowing out her eardrums to anything that isn't Beta and anything that could make her cum. 

She's barely understandable anymore, almost sobbing by the time her peak hits her. Aloy watches her cum with both arms wrapped around her waist to keep her steady, so she can keep going even when she clenches and bucks and curses. It sounds strange. She wants to hear more, but Beta is already pulling her up with what little power she has, and she can't deny her anything. Especially this. 

Kissing her is so natural now. She meets her with a smile, more teeth and tongue than any of their kisses before.

"Up, higher." Beta breathes the idea into her. "I want to do that to you- can't move." Aloy doesn't need the words, but she wants to kiss her and wants to listen and settles for a bit of both, easing herself down to lick more of Beta's own taste into her mouth, so maybe she can compare and see their differences too. Aloy has never seen anyone kiss like this, but it feels incredible so it must be right. She lets herself be guided up from there, lips stinging where Beta's teeth had connected, until she finds herself kneeling across her face. Her arms shake. 

"Beta?"

"Mhmm, just-" Beta eases her legs further apart, presses her lips to where the hair starts getting thicker. "I want to make you feel like that." Aloy feels exposed, feels afraid, but her voice is soothing enough to let it pass. Familiar enough that she can let this happen. Beta runs her hands up her stomach, down her legs, around her ass, anywhere she can reach before she decides it's right and drags her down to meet her tongue. 

"Whoa-" Aloy almost jolts forward before righting herself, pushing further back instead. It's blooming, like a hot drink in the cold. The walls are too white and too empty but when she can pull herself up and look down, she can watch Beta watch her. It's worth the effort. 

It's strange, Aloy doesn't really know her yet, but this version of Beta doesn't come as a surprise. Aloy herself has always been competitive. 

She follows Aloy's lead, taking her time to figure it out through flicks of her tongue, her fingers holding firm, but Aloy has always had strong legs. She puts whatever she has left into keeping still. For Beta's sake. It doesn't last. 

It's like being stabbed and cauterised in a world where that would feel good . She can't explain it, but doesn't know how she will ever be able to go back to doing anything but this. Beta groans, lays her tongue flat for Aloy to rock against, dipping past the ring of muscle inside her when the angle is right. Her eyes are almost black when Aloy can catch them. It's too much, but she doesn't want it to end. Beta's nails carve more half moons into her thighs. 

It can't last forever though. Eventually Aloy's back stiffens and her eyes roll, and everything falls away besides the consistent lapping of Beta's tongue and the steady presence of her shoulders keeping Aloy's legs apart. She wishes she could trap her there, but as the waves crash around her, there is a moment of clarity. 

Aloy lands back in her body very suddenly. Beta is still between her legs, still eating her out like she's in a trance, and those dark eyes are hidden away behind her long eyelashes so it's safe to watch her. She's never seen her so relaxed before. She wants to kiss her.

(Half an hour ago, Aloy would have killed someone who wanted to do this to her sister.)

Her legs are shaking, so she reaches down for balance, one hand to the floor and the other through Beta's hair. It doesn't seem to shock her, but her eyes spring open like it does, and she gives one last lick, running her palm down Aloy's leg to set her free. Even though she knows she needs to move, it's a lot harder than she expects. 

Aloy clambers off in a body that's only partially responding to her requests, lets herself fall where she can. Beta is breathing hard, chest rising and falling fast. It makes it so much harder to forget what this gas is doing to her - to both of them - and even though her body is exhausted, Aloy's hand drifts down between her own legs. 

"Oh my god." Beta pants, and even though she knows she should be suffering for this, Aloy must be sick from pleasure because she laughs instead. 

"I know." She turns her head to face her, and Beta does the same. A flush runs down her entire body, and even though Aloy is still twitching with aftershocks, she wants to run her tongue along the shades of red. She blinks it away. "Are you okay?" 

It's Beta's turn to laugh, even if it comes out like more of a strained whine. "Yeah." She closes her eyes, opens them again slowly. "Can you come back here?" 

It doesn't need an answer. Aloy moves as fast as her body will let her, closing what little space there is to press to Beta's side, to dust her lips across her skin. She smells of sex and sweat, and Aloy wants to hear her sing again. She groans when Aloy dips below her jaw, scratches her teeth across a bruise she doesn't remember leaving. Beta shivers. 

"I really want to touch you." She whispers, as if she hasn't been inside her, as if Aloy doesn't have her cum streaked down her chin. 

"You can touch me." Beta's eyes flash, and maybe Aloy does still have it in her to be embarrassed, even if it doesn't last. Beta pushes herself up slowly before the control breaks and she throws a leg across Aloy's midsection, trapping her between them, pulling her back in for a kiss. She's getting sloppy, licks her way past Aloy's lips like she's done it a million times. Maybe they have. The heat makes Aloy's head spin. 

"Mm, I love kissing you." The words slip out, and Aloy's eyes snap open because it might be too much. Beta is staring back, close enough that Aloy can't really make out her reaction even if she wanted to. And she doesn't. It's too much, so she wills all that communication she thought they were having into her eyes and hopes Beta understands. Please, just kiss me. I need you to kiss me.

It takes a beat, but it works. "Me too." Beta whispers, and her fingers glide under Aloy's jaw to draw her back up, back to her. It's such a relief that she can lose herself in it again. 

Aloy is rarely out of control of her own body and usually resents it when it happens, but it's like she blinks and she's moving again. Flat on her back with her hands on Beta's waist, a leg in between hers, and something already building back up under her skin. She could do this forever. 

She's so wrapped up in her, Aloy barely registers the mechanical whir of something happening around them, and doesn't care to notice until it refuses to go unseen. She's busy, but Tilda will always be someone who pushes, and Beta is already well accustomed to that fact. She notices first. 

"Aloy-" She catches her attention and directs her with her eyes after that, but it seems her talent and control ends there. She's drawn back down to kiss along Aloy's neck, and Aloy hasn't been in control for a long time either, but the sight still gives her a slight pause. 

"Is that a phallus?" 

"It's a sex toy." Beta smiles, and the hint of teeth at her throat is enough to send a fresh wave of desperation through Aloy's core. The implication of it being a Zenith 'sex toy' should slow her down, but it doesn't matter at all. There isn't much that could distract her away from this, from Beta's hand finding its way back between her legs and sinking inside her like she's meant to be there. Like she was made to be. 

She moans, blindly finds her way back to Beta's lips and dismisses the new addition. She wants both of her hands touching her, and this can wait. Beta is less sure of that. She reaches blindly to grab the toy, leaving it beside them for later study, and doubles her efforts. Her hips are jerky, and her arousal is hot and slick against Aloy's already flushed skin, her entire body moving with her thrusts. 

Aloy needs to breathe, turns her head for just a moment - like swimming - and catches sight of the toy again. It's intimidating, but she likes that, and the longer the cool metal brushes against her side, the more comfortable she becomes with the idea. If Beta is willing to try, so is she. 

She reaches down to touch it, keenly aware of Beta watching her and the way her fingers curl into each thrust. Aloy's wrap around the toy, grounding in its coolness but already warming up to match her. She wonders how it works, how the stretch would feel. How Beta would look-

Her orgasm is building fast, the wet sounds only bringing her closer. She moans into Beta's mouth, gets a hint of a smile from a sharp flash of teeth. Fingertips dance down her chest as Beta starts to ride her faster. Aloy shivers. This is the most skin to skin contact she thinks she's ever had. It makes her dizzy and weak, but there's no helping that. She might even like being weak here. 

Beta whines when she kisses her, grinding on her thigh. Aloy forgets what she was doing, guiding Beta down harder when she gets too close to push herself over. She wants to watch her cum around her fingers again, but her own orgasm is crashing around her like debris, and Beta has other plans after she crests her own.

Aloy doesn't feel tricked when Beta uses her orgasm for cover and snatches the Zenith tech from her. It's like elation. Like winning a game, even if all logic might say she lost. Beta swallows up the moans with her eyes closed, and even though she's still coming down, even with Beta's fingers still inside her, Aloy is desperate for more. She whines when she loses even that, but Beta kisses her until she can't remember what she was upset about, even if she can't keep it back for long. 

"You sure you know how this works?" Aloy asks, suddenly jerked back to life when something distinctly cool - not natural - bumps against her. The toy. How could she forget? Her hips deny her any will and give chase. 

Beta meets her eyes and the worries fall away. There's little flecks of gold in there, when the bright lights hit her right. Aloy could look into them for hours. 

"Uh, pretty sure." 

For a moment, through all the haze and confusion, there's a glimpse of the Beta she knows. Focused, working something out. Flicking through data. Except she's not doing that. She's doing something much more dangerous.

"Can-" Aloy shakes her head, tries to clear it. "On me first." 

She wants to communicate that it's because she's worried, that she doesn't understand what this thing is and nothing can happen to Beta, but the words seem too difficult to wrap her mouth around. Too off topic for the gas to let her try. 

Beta's eyebrows shoot up, and maybe what she has said is already too much, but Beta is in no better position than she is. She just nods, and sets her sights back on getting this to work. Aloy wants to curl up like a Slitherfang around her. 

"Spread your legs for a second." Aloy barely registers the words before she follows their direction, and Beta's breathing hitches. She opens her mouth, like there's something brewing there but nothing ever comes. Instead, she reaches forward to touch. Lightly, just enough to make Aloy forget everything but her. 

"You're so wet…" Aloy leans back on her elbows, not sure where to look between Beta's fascination and the way her fingers glisten when she pulls them away. "Ready?"

Aloy has almost forgotten what was really going on. Beta's smile is pretty when she's relaxed enough to do it.

"Yeah." Really pretty. 

In the right proximity, the toy attaches itself to her like a sticky bomb. Aloy almost yelps when the suction connects, with its own light vibration to help the experience along. She gets why Beta was interested. The thought spurs something from the back of her mind, something left of reality, and a question bursts out. 

"Have you used these before?" It comes out as a grunt, almost angry, but Aloy doesn't mean it to be. She just needs to know. Beta startles up from staring at her, but doesn't stay that way for long, smile creeping back when she lets her hands idle along Aloy's thighs. 

"No, but I heard some of them talking about it once. It's meant to feel amazing." Beta looks between them to where Aloy's hips are twitching. "So?"

There's a burst of relief that she doesn't have the mental wherewithal to comprehend, but she wants to kiss her again, so she does. Beta keens into it, trying for as much physical contact as possible, and grinds down on the toy between them. Aloy almost cums with shock. 

"I can feel you-" she breathes, and Beta quivers all over. She wants to hold her down. 

"I know." Beta is giddy, her hair slick with sweat. Aloy wants to run her hands through it. She grinds down again, and Aloy pants like she's just been held underwater. "Use it." 

For a moment, Aloy remembers that they weren't always here, that this hasn't been her whole life - that this shouldn't be happening - but only for a moment. Beta slides the length of Aloy's new cock through her folds, shuddering when the tip hits her clit, and Aloy can't help but follow. Lean into it. 

"Can I, um-" Aloy isn't really that smooth, and Beta's already flushed face darkens even more. It feels good to see the twitch of something in her too; makes it seem more real. 

"Yeah." Beta nods, and it's unspoken but enough. Aloy isn't sure how to do this, and she doesn't want to hurt her - she's heard so much about how this could hurt her - but Beta takes it upon herself to line everything up. She's on top, so it's easier that way. All Aloy has to do is stay still, and that's hard enough on its own once Beta figures it out, and she's inside her. 

"All Mother-" Aloy moans, and Beta squirms and sighs and takes her slowly, until she's full, until there's nothing more for Aloy to give. She wraps both arms around her, half to keep her in place and half to keep herself still. She's not sure how much more she can take, before Beta starts moving again and makes it all so much better.

Her hands reach between them to cup Aloy's chest while she settles, shifting until it feels comfortable, like it's not the most new and intense thing Aloy has ever experienced. As if everything since waking up hasn't been. Beta's back arches under her hands, and she murmurs something Aloy cannot hear but responds to anyway, hips rolling up before she can restrain them. 

Beta nods against her shoulder. "Do that again." She rocks back on her own, and Aloy rushes to meet her. 

It's slow, with Beta still getting used to having something so large inside her, and Aloy isn't able to tear her eyes away. Her face, her flushed skin; she wishes she could watch herself disappear between her legs and dismisses the thought. That would mean separating, even if only a little, and Aloy isn't ready for that. She doesn't think she'll ever be ready for that. Even if it is a prosthetic, it feels real, she can feel her. 

Beta lets out a whine. "Okay." Her grip on Aloy's shoulders is enough to hurt, but it never fully registers past excitement. "More." She says, and there's a glint in her eyes that is less nervous than it should be. Aloy's whole body feels taut to the point of pain. 

"Yeah?"

"Yes." Beta leans down into her space again, and Aloy has missed it desperately. She plants her feet flat on the ground for leverage, keeping Beta still by sheer force while she gets herself ready. She's sure she's about to cum already, the suction from the toy working alongside Beta's body to push her towards the edge. She doesn't know how she's going to come back from this. She's not sure if she wants to. 

Slowly, so she can get used to how it feels, she urges her hips up and deeper, pushing down on her upper back, and can't maintain their kiss through the moans. 

"Oh fuck!" She grits her teeth, and Beta lets out this shakey almost laugh that she wants to hear forever. Aloy pulls her closer, so she doesn't miss anything, and Beta immediately starts kissing along her collarbones like she's under a spell, eyes burning up at her.

It's okay, don't fight it.

It's hard to take at face value, but Aloy nods and tries to relax. Easier said than done when Beta is not able to stop, squirming back and forth in her arms until Aloy gives in and loosens her hold to give her some space. Beta hides her face in the crook of her neck. 

"Please don't stop-'' Aloy doesn't think she's doing anything, before she realises that she is; that she's moving. She's fucking Beta with Zenith tech, and its the worst thing shes ever done, but she can't bring herself to care when Beta is moaning like that. It's starting to get lower, more beastial and base with every thrust. It's beautiful. She's beautiful. Aloy wants to make her cum. 

Touching other people had never come easy for her, had always felt calculated even when it wasn't, so she's never felt too confident trying it. Easier to let people come to her. Aloy wonders if Beta is the same way or worse - or maybe if that makes her better - but no matter what that answer is, it's not calculated when she wraps her arms around her and starts thrusting up as much as the angle allows her. She's not worried about the rest.

Maybe it's just the gas. 

Beta is still doing most of the work. Aloy can almost taste her blood rushing through the skin around her pulse, and it's mesmerising. She's getting close enough that her own thrusts are jerky and uncoordinated, but Beta is wild, riding her with a kind of abandon Aloy had only known rarely. Something she never thought of as Elisabet.

(She banishes the thought quicker than it can materialise, favouring the twitching pull as Beta gets closer to the edge. No need to bring Elisabet into this. She doesn't need to think about it.)

The muscles in her abdomen are on fire. She's close enough to drive her nails down Beta's back and not recognise it, but she wants to watch Beta first. She runs a hand into hair a few shades darker than her own, and Beta pushes back. She's panting hot and hard, and it's the longest she's spent not kissing her since their first, so when she's brought face to face with her again, she can't help it. 

Beta can't hold off for long. "I'm gonna cum-'' She hisses, and Aloy wants to encourage her, wants to touch her softly and carefully but anything she tries ends up rough. Deep down, she's excited knowing that she will leave her mark here. It's just the gas. Aloy wants to kiss her, and settles for whatever skin she can reach as Beta stiffens up, hits her peak, and takes Aloy down with her. 

This orgasm is unique from the others she has had today; half because of the alien sensation, half from just knowing Beta is there with her. She gets it completely now. She wants to do it again before she's even finished. She wants to share it with Beta even more. 

They're kissing again. Aloy's hand is in her hair and she doesn't remember pulling her up, but she has. She forces her fingers to loosen, and Beta lets her speak, kissing along her jaw instead. Not that Aloy can even remember what she wanted to say. She's still inside her. Beta hums and it kickstarts something back up. 

"You want to try?" 

It comes out fast, like a confession, and it kind of is. As she feels Beta's reaction to the idea through the toy, she's considering being in her position and once she considers it, it becomes inevitable. 

(It's so hard not to imagine what she wants to do to Beta being turned back on her. If she could let go of that part of her that's still clinging on through the haze, there would be nothing to hold her back. She hopes Beta has lost her grip.)

Another scratch of teeth at her pulse later, and Beta makes an affirming sound at the back of her throat, takes a breath, and lifts herself off. Aloy sighs at the loss and tries to keep her head - focus on the payoff - while Beta squirms. She's restless too, and even worse at hiding it. 

Aloy holds herself as still as she can, every bit of self control she has being burned away under Beta's eye. She's looking at the toy again, still fused, and Aloy holds her breath as she reaches for it. She can't explain the way it makes her head spin. 

"How do you…" Beta frowns, but it only takes a few seconds to find what she's looking for, and the toy falls easily into her hands. Aloy misses it immediately. "Got it! There's a release at the back." She's talking to herself, but Aloy is too caught in looking at the cock in her hand to hear her anyway. She surges up to be nearer to her, and the smile drops off Beta's face to be replaced with something serious. She's looking at her mouth. Aloy wants to kiss her. 

"I-" Beta frowns, and Aloy wonders if her mind feels as scattered as hers does. She doubts she can string together words until she manages it.

"Do you want to?" She asks - more of a passable grunt - slightly nodding down to get her point across and Beta nods, relief washing over her features at not having to find the words herself. Excitement burrows its way under Aloy's skin. 

Beta is a lot less cautious when letting the toy attach itself to her, more in a rush than before, but the shock of it still shows plainly on her face. Aloy wants to kiss it away, wants to show her how good it can feel, and she doesn't waste her time. 

It's easy to pin her down, to distract her with a kiss, and from there she's already won. 

Beta seems happy to be caught. She's getting more confident touching her, less cautious with trying but just as desperate when she does. Starving. Aloy is starving too. Beta's teeth clip her lower lip, and her hips jerk up, grinding the prosthetic between Aloy's legs. Beta shudders, and it's so charming combined with the flush running down her neck that Aloy smiles through her own shivers. 

"I know, right?" She murmurs, but Beta can only hum a response before crashing their lips back together, and Aloy can't help it. She sinks down, rides the length of the toy until it's slick with her and she can't take the wait any longer. Beta is panting, and she wants her inside more than she's intimidated by the size. If Beta can take it, so can she. 

Somewhere in this, she's left a large bruise across Beta's neck. One of a few, and just the sight of them makes her giddy. Beta must be able to feel it, dragging her nails bluntly down Aloy's back, like she's trying to will her down, and AAloyfollows without thinking. 

The tip presses against her with a distinct pressure, but the resistance is only a second, and it's amazing. Aloy's eyes close as she eases herself down. She thinks about those Nora in the woods, about Beta's too quick breathing, and finds she had no reason to worry at all. Beta's control snaps fast, but the first thrust makes her head spin.

She tries to mimic what Beta was doing when their positions were reversed, until she falls into a motion that works. Beta's groans come out shaking as she finds her own rhythm, and Aloy wonders what she's thinking about, because it doesn't show on her face. She looks wild, but if they are anything alike, Aloy knows how hard she's holding back. 

She couldn't imagine this would feel this good. Maybe it's the gas - maybe it's their status to each other - but Aloy just wants to see her let go. Wants to take advantage of this moment when she doesn't care about anything else anymore. 

Easing forward to give her some space, Aloy dips back down to kiss her, getting lost in the heat and the way Beta can't hold back those sounds when they part, it's all she can do to give her that push she needs. She doesn't know exactly what that is but between breaths she manages something. 

"Please-"

That's all it takes. Beta whimpers like she's hurt, but before any concern can grow, she taps Aloy's side. 

"Can- on your back-" she says, and Aloy can only oblige. She pushes herself up, and the wet sound when she pulls off makes her go faster. Beta seems to be on the same page, and moves quickly, kissing her as she works to angle the toy back to her cunt.

It's even better than the first time, when their hips fully align. Aloy tries to meet her halfway, but Beta beats her to it. 

"Oh fuck!" Aloy gasps. Beta braces herself upright, starts to roll her hips into the admittedly untimed and desperate bucking that Aloy can't help. The angle works, and Beta's hand is still between her legs, brushing up against her clit until it becomes a decided pressure, steady circles that matched her thrusts. There's a clip of teeth at her throat. 

"This is amazing-" Beta sounds so blissful, so relaxed that she can barely recognise her, so she makes sure to drink it in. She doesn't even remember how they got here, nothing but Beta, Beta, Beta

So she just nods and groans and tries to keep her eyes open as long as she can as Beta's thrusts become harder, spurred on by Aloy's pleasure and following her own. She wants to see, but it all builds up under her skin, until she's breathing too fast to feel it, until they both become uncoordinated and desperate. 

It's all too much. She cums around the toy, coming down just in time to watch Beta's forehead crease as she follows her lead. Aloy could watch her cum for hours. Has she? She's never been so cut off from the passage of time, but she doesn't care. Not enough to worry. Beta's arms are straining, and she pulls out slowly to tuck herself to Aloy's side instead. It makes the post orgasm haze even thicker.

Her brain is like mush, words spewing out of it that would humiliate her in any other situation, but with the endorphins rushing around her body, she can't help it. "I love watching you cum."

Beta smiles, still riding her aftershocks and so beautiful that the brief moment of quiet before she wants more is cut shorter than usual. Aloy swallows down the worst of it, because Beta's chest is heaving with effort, but she can't keep her hands to herself, brushing the back of her fingers to any skin she can reach with minimal effort. She needs to save her strength.

Beta sighs, leaning into the touch and meeting Aloy's eye. There's something there, something excited and carefree that Aloy feels in herself, and something else she recognises too that she refuses to name. Thinking about the time before this isn't helpful. Instead, Aloy takes cues from the former.

She doesn't know what she wants, does not have the words or the knowledge to express herself, but she wraps her hand around Beta's cock when she finds herself close enough. She bucks up into her grip, whining and pretty and Aloy doesn't know what she wants but she knows at least one other thing, and the gas pushes her towards that.

Beta isn't built like her. The exertion is starting to show, so Aloy pushes her back until she's resting on her elbows, kisses her until jerking her off becomes second nature. It's new, but she loves how much it lets her focus on Beta. She wants to watch her. She thinks about those Nora again. 

"Just gonna try something." Her voice comes out raw and quiet, like she's been shouting, but she's heard. 

Beta whines, forces her eyes open for a moment to nod and kiss her. Aloy almost forgets everything, but her body remembers, and she's kissing down Beta's chest before she can think herself out of it. If Beta has any idea what she's doing, the concern is overridden fast. 

Her nipples are hard and peak under Aloy's tongue and fingers. Her other hand is still working between her legs, pushing her closer, but Aloy doesn't want to move too fast. She knows her well enough to know Beta won't let her luxuriate for long. 

"Aloy-" Beta's call makes her so suddenly aware of how desperate she is, almost stops her, but not quite. Her mouth is watering again, and the hiss of gas is indistinguishable from the blood roaring in her ears. 

The cock looks bigger face to face, but she's seen it done, so she wants to try it. She wants to try so much more than she knows. She opens her mouth, and gives an experimental lick.

She doesn't really know what she's doing, but Beta's eyes are hooded and heavy. Her legs are shaking around Aloy's head. She must be close, and Aloy doesn't leave her waiting. She tries again with a bit more pressure, and Beta crumbles, descending in muttering groans that Aloy can only catch her name in. It's the best thing she's ever heard, so she throws herself into getting more. 

Beta's hand finds its way into her hair, gripping at the roots but without pressure, because Beta probably doesn't know what she's doing either. Her wealth of knowledge is both vast and limited, but Aloy likes this. She lets Beta's sighs and moans lead her to the tip, to wrap her lips around her and take as much as she can, until the toy hits the back of her throat. She expects to choke, but nothing happens. She doesn't care enough to question it. 

There's a tell when Beta is about to cum that Aloy isn't sure if they share, but she can feel it coming and doubles her efforts, sucking the prosthetic until she needs to hold Beta down to keep going. It hits differently feeling her cum like this. Her dick twitches in the moments before she crests, bumping against Aloy's teeth, so she widens her jaw and uses her tongue to finish her off. 

Jealousy is starting to rear its head. She wants to fuck her again. She wants to push her against a wall. Beta urges her up and into a kiss the moment she catches her breath, sloppy and hot, needy enough that Aloy reaches between her legs again, this time to find the release. 

The gas rushes around the room. Aloy thinks she should care, but Beta doesn't, so neither does she. 

From there it all blurs. Aloy fucks her until she can't anymore, until her back acts up and forces her down, but that doesn't stop the want. Beta takes her like animals do until the spasms stop, Aloy begging the entire time - worried she might see pain and slow down - but Beta knows better now and wouldn't put that kind of agony on her sister. If they can still use that word after this. Aloy has put that future so far away in her mind that the fear only half forms. There is only this, until it ends. 

Hours later they will pass out from exhaustion, bruised but finally satiated, wrapped up in each other. Aloy won't care about gas or windows or the end of the world; only counting the freckles on Beta's neck and trying to remember which ones matched her own. Beta sleeps deeper than she does, but its sheer force of will keeping her up. She wants to stay in this. 

That must be the gas too. 

-

Tilda hasn't moved for some time. 

She had expected a decent reaction but this… it's a revelation. The clones have both fallen asleep, wrapped up together like kittens. After seeing what she's seen, it seems an unkind comparison to kittens. Maybe the dildo was a bridge too far, but she couldn't help it. She has never been one to quit while she was ahead. 

There's a distinct discomfort between her legs, left by inaction on her part, but how could she have done anything but watch. Revelation is beginning to feel too small a word for her quick test run, and the ideas have started piling on fast, fighting to come to fruition. She knew that they would, now that she has her muse back. Muses now, she supposes. Neither of them are her , but they certainly come close. 

"Spectors," she calls. "Load up the sleep aid, and clean them up. Big day tomorrow." 

So many ideas, but right now Tilda needs a cold shower and a few minutes to think. Today had been big, tomorrow will be better, and after that she can only dream. 

With one last look, she leaves them. Maybe she should install a bed in there. It looks uncomfortable on the floor.