A spark of summer in the colors of autumn

Autumn was in full swing. Aloy said that the fall colors of the Nora lands were so bright and dense that the dying of nature before the harsh winter seemed like a bright holiday. Kotallo saw it with his own eyes. And, knowing what his Commander looked like, he found wonderful parallels between this enchanted forest and her. He could imagine that she was the Mistress of the Forest from the Myth of the Outlander: a halo of fiery hair and the traditional attire of a Nora. And those green eyes… the Marshal sighed and banished the image of the outlander, carefully stepping on the crisp autumn grass. Although it was he who was an outlander in these lands. This forest was dense and expansive, and despite the time of year, there were still places to hide. Kotallo had to remember all his skills to stay quiet. Knowing her talents, it was becoming difficult. He knew that his white paint could give him away, but he also knew how to make it an advantage. There were fewer ruins here, the stone remains of the Old World grinning at him, a faint reminder that the huntress could be anywhere. He’d been hiding from her long enough to wonder how long she’d been following him. Because he felt her sharp gaze with his whole soul. “Here you are, Marshal…” Aloy’s voice was quiet and lost in the noise of the autumn forest. She tracked him down so quickly. Where was this woman? When he looked around, the forest was noisy and full of bright colors. His heart was pounding wildly in his throat. Stepping carefully, Kotallo tried to figure out where the threat was coming from. He slid past the old concrete rubble, looking around. “I’ll catch you… and you know what I’ll do…?” This voice sounded in his mind, repeating itself through his Focus. A promising, calm tone. Kotallo ducked, hiding in the bloody thickets and freezing. She was provoking him to answer. It was possible that she hadn’t found the Marshal yet, but she had discovered the footprints he inadvertently left. He heard it from somewhere to the right, on the edge of the forest. He licked his lips, carefully peering into the autumn kaleidoscope, hoping that he could distinguish the blood of her hair among the foliage and the last herbs. “You will be mine, Kotallo. You will be where you belong—between my legs while I enjoy you and your mouth.” Kotallo shuddered at this trembling promise and grinned. “You still have to catch me, Nora.” He whispered it very softly, so that the Focus caught the words. “Well… this is Nora land, so you are prey here, Marshal.” Kotallo trembled with anticipation. He was excited from the moment he swiftly left Mother’s Heart . And the painful, languid excitement was deafening. He caught up and caught her so many times, driving her like prey or a stranger who ventured into Tenakth territory. The little fox had deceived him so many times. And the sweet idea of hunting Kotallo in the most sacred place for the Nora pierced through Aloy the entire time that they were here. Kotallo sighed, keeping his racing pulse in order. She was there, she knew every inch of this land. And she would overtake him. Sooner or later.

***

He saw her at a crossroads, between the metal remnants of cars. A brief flicker of her camouflage field. A fleeting glimmer. The man slowly walked sideways, while the young woman moved in the opposite direction. He lost sight of her again, but intuitively recoiled from her blow, tense to the limit. He tried to get away from the fight, looking for a way out between the crumbling fittings and the walls covered with damp moss. Swearing profanely, Aloy flashed in front of him, taking off her disguise and trying to knock him down. Having managed to dodge out from under her pressure, Kotallo pulled out his blade, redirecting the next glancing blow of the spear. The Tenakth warrior lunged forward, making a tentative swing of the sword, which she met with a spear. She kicked him in the knee, making him hiss in pain. Her next shoulder slam into his body and a light trip were attempts to knock him off his feet. Kotallo managed to stay upright, despite the inertia pulling him further. Kotallo turned to her and bared his teeth, raising his head and looking down at her. A moment passed between them before the fight continued, swift and furious. Aloy did not give him a second’s peace, using all the skills available to her. Nimble and strong, she tried to knock him off balance. Her spear danced, circling around his khopesh quickly. She bounced away from him to take a breath and gather herself for another attack. Without giving her a chance to rest, the Marshal threw his weapon at her in a deceptive maneuver. She gasped, barely dodging the khopesh and looked at him reproachfully. Kotallo would have felt guilty if he hadn’t seen the spark of excitement in her eyes. Even if he lost the blade because of it. “Really? Are you throwing your weapon at me? She shook her head in bitter irony. “What if I got hurt?” He took a step back, raising his shoulders in response: “I knew you’d dodge. I wouldn’t let you cut yourself.” Aloy sighed, taking a step towards him. “Kotallo….” The huntress noticed his jerk in her direction too late, giving her no time to dodge, and the Tenakth warrior pulled her to him by the collar of her tunic. Aloy grit her teeth, angry that he was taking the initiative. She stopped fighting for a moment, captivated by his wild features and his gaze clouded by the excitement of battle and desire. The scar his upper lip spread into an evil grin, sending heat up her spine. The kiss with which he captured her sweet lips stunned her, weakening her vigilance. He bit her lower lip, and Aloy let out a moaned. Inside Kotallo, everything rejoiced when he pushed her away from him in a powerful jerk and quickly turned her around, laying her with force on the ground. He quickly grabbed his weapon, turned around and sprinted, diving between the skeletons of Old Ones’ cars. He left her stunned, still feeling the taste of his lips on hers. “KOTALLO! BASTARD, COME BACK! It wasn’t fair! I’ll catch you and fuck you so that you forget your fucking Ten!” He didn’t answer her, being careful with his breathing. A little more and he would be relatively safe. He took a calm step, regaining his breath as soon as he crossed the swift river, and allowed himself to laugh with pleasure. He loved her when she was angry.

***

He dodged her traps, looking for exits and possible loopholes. But in the end, the trap was closed. She had managed to keep him on his toes for so long that he felt he was about to make a mistake. The birds froze around him, the sudden silence of the forest oppressive. He ran again, sensing danger. There was a popping sound where he had been a few moments ago. He looked back for a moment. The net was lying in the place where he had escaped from. “You are my prey!” He heard her scream behind him, but he didn’t see her. “ Blood of the Ten!” Kotallo swore as he fell, sweating profusely. It was so childish to get caught in a fucking rabbit trap. “You were looking for a trick from me so badly that you fell into the simplest trap,” Aloy teased. “Although you yourself said: be simple and even the most intelligent prey will be caught.” She stepped on his chest with her foot, bending lower and resting one hand, with a long strong rope in her palm, on her thigh. A cheeky grin blossomed on her face. The tip of her spear tickled his neck. She thought she’d beaten him. Two people could play this game. “The huntress caught the prey. A good huntress.” Kotallo said approvingly. Aloy’s rolled her eyes in annoyance. He licked his lips, swallowed, and felt the sharpness of her blade on his skin. His hand gently rested on the toe of her boot, climbing higher up the shaft. She tsked and threw his hand off her, removing her foot. “Lie still, Marshal. It’s a fair game. I caught you and now you’re mine.” “And what will you do, huntress?” “Oh, I’ll take what is mine.” She would be his death. Aloy acted quickly, throwing away the spear and taking off her leggings. So fast, as if she had been waiting for this for several years. Kotallo stared at the curls between her legs, licking his lips involuntarily, already anticipating her sweet taste on his tongue. He reached out again, trying to grab her by the thigh, but she tsked , intercepting his hand and restraining his wrist so that it was firmly tied to his thigh. Kotallo could have made her wrestle with him a little more. Could have— but he was hungry. “You will give me pleasure. Make me sing to this forest and cause the echoes of my pleasure to be heard in Mother’s Heart.” He looked at her with hunger, restraining himself from attacking. This was her game. She legally caught him and he would be obedient. Aloy knelt on either side of his face, arching an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. Kotallo had only to take one look at her face to make a firm promise. “I’ll do it.” Waiting for this moment after the thrill of the hunt was the best time in his life. To taste her was the best thing he could imagine. At first he smelled the fragrance, musky and slightly sweet. His tongue slid over her folds, enjoying the first drops of her arousal, and he growled. So wet and delicious as late honey, Kotallo kissed her clitoris, and then carefully licked every inch of her dripping dew pussy. She twisted on him, taking off her tunic, exposing herself completely. Aloy’s breath trembled as soon as he penetrated her with his tongue. “Please… Louder… ” He stroked his tongue hard around her clit before returning to her soft swollen folds. “Yes… oh Goddess…” she moaned. Those first words spurred him on; Kotallo needed her to shout his name, not invoke the Nora’s deity. With her, he was ready to be a blasphemer, just to hear those rolling and prolonged moans caressing his name in the most needy way. His tongue slid, finding the rhythm she loved so much, and her hips tightened, squeezing his head harder. He whined in frustration as her hands dug into his hair, holding him firmly in place as she rolled on his tongue, seeking desperate release. He wanted to grab her hips, squeeze her buttocks, pull her closer to his mouth to forget about breathing. Fortunately, she was doing just as well. Gradually, her movements became erratic and her praises of him became louder. She came on his tongue, pausing for a moment and arching back, tightly squeezing his head with her hips. That moment before she climaxed was a precious lull before she began to wail from his caresses. “So good… hnnng … your mouth is… f-fuck!” Kotallo lazily licked her sensitive folds, sometimes trying to penetrate as deeply as possible with his tongue. He knew she liked it. They both liked it. Finally, Aloy arched her hips over his face, pulling back slightly to see the mess on his face. Kotallo opened his dark eyes, clouded with pleasure. Aloy sighed heavily and groaned: “Look at that face… So diligently giving me pleasure that all your paint has been erased….” She ran her finger over his moist parted lips and scarred chin, and smiled slyly at him. “What a mess, my sweet prey…. But you’ll wear it with pride, right?” “Yes…If you didn’t flow so much when I caress you, then my paint wouldn’t wear off, brave Nora. A holiday for me…” His husky, lustful tone was so exquisite that she was ready to drink it, absorbing it with every cell of her body. “Well…” It took all her willpower not to burn out again from the heat of his words, voice and appearance. “I haven’t finished having fun with my prey yet.” “And I’m not done with my huntress yet.” Ah, that smirk was on Kotallo’s lips, small and only for her. “Imagine how I’ll fuck you when you let me do it—you’ll be covered all in white. Maybe I’ll mark you with my seed, huntress?” He rasped. “Let your prey give you what you need.” Something like a short circuit occurred in Aloy’s brain; she was no longer so sure which one of them was the prey. She wanted to ride him and fuck him so fast and hard that he wouldn’t know who to pray to. But to let him, caught and subdued, to satisfy her needs… Aloy growled at the new throbbing inside her. She squinted and leaned in, kissing him as hard as she could. Their tongues intertwined and he was inferior to her in this battle. Unable to resist, Aloy slid down his neck, biting the skin and leaving bright blooming marks. “Please your huntress… make sure I don’t regret catching you.” Her hands moved quickly, finding the sharp knife and cutting the bonds holding his arm. She cried out indignantly when he abruptly changed their position, laying her on a bed of autumn leaves. The ground was a little damp and something was digging into her back, but in the end it became unimportant. His kisses became more zealous and brighter, not giving her a chance to breathe. But it was not necessary, because she needed to feel him inside her, to feel how he entered her with hot and powerful thrusts, filling every centimeter in her core. He broke off the kiss only to kneel between her legs, taking off the rest of his armor. Left naked, he caught her under his hips, revealing her fully. “How thirsty you are…” It came out of him barely audibly. Kotallo didn’t even realize he was saying it until Aloy whined at his hot and hungry look. He smiled at her, cocking his head to the side. His hand stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh. “Ah, huntress. One more minute and your prey will fuck you.” He ran his hand down her neck to her breasts, pulling on the pink nipples with two fingers. He liked to dance on this edge, seeing how a shiver of lust passed through her body. “Hurry up, or I’ll think about finding a more compliant prey!” She wiggled her hips against his cock, trying to take him completely. The way his face changed sent a new wave of heat to her core. Subconsciously, Aloy knew she was playing with a hunter as experienced and wild as she was. “I heard you, huntress.” The pressure of Kotallo’s hand on her breastbone became stronger. He entered her with one smooth and strong thrust, filling her to the very end. His pace left her no time to think, to breathe, and she rolled her eyes, loosening the moist autumn soil above her head with her fingers and holding on to his strong hand with the other. Aloy was shamelessly sprawled out under him, pressing her hips as close to him as possible. Kotallo pampered her with strong and wet thrusts, examining her every feature. Until he stopped, pressing into her as deeply as possible. He buried himself inside her, staying still and leaning on her with all his weight. Aloy screamed in desperation, slapping him on the shoulder. “No… no… m-move… Kotallo… Kotallo, I…” “Did something go wrong, huntress?” Damn this Tenakth. There was an ill-concealed mischief on his face. And Aloy looked into his eyes, lost and melting, having mastered her thoughts with the heat, which was getting denser with every second and curling up at her core like a small sun. Her voice barely quivered when she growled at him. Kotallo grabbed one of her thighs, lifting it up and pressing it against her chest. His new push was the blessing of the Ten. She loved that feeling of fullness so much, when he pushed into her on the verge of pleasure and pain, as if he wanted to devour her entirely. “Yes, you should be my prey and do what I tell you.” Instead of answering, Kotallo pressed harder on her thigh, rocking inside her so slowly but deeply that she saw stars. “All-Mother, it’s so delicious… You feel so good…” “But I’m still your prey…” Kotallo’s voice was an autumnal whisper in the air. He left her, listening to her indignantly frozen breathing. “And, as an exemplary prey…” Another strong push inside, and she shuddered, slightly opening her mouth. Kotallo gritted his teeth, restraining the lust that had played out in earnest, and pushed his hips back. “I’m fucking the huntress who caught me like this…” Another push, and he felt her squeezing his cock, still tense after her first orgasm, bless the Ten. The blush from her cheeks flowed down, burning the creamy skin on her breasts and swollen nipples. Kotallo couldn’t resist looking down until her eyes closed again. Slowly exiting her, he trembled, seeing her arousal on his dick. “I’m fucking you, huntress, in your perfect pussy, the way you want it. Isn’t that what you asked for? To please you?” Aloy gasped, her summer-colored eyes wide. Before she could put the fragments of thoughts into words, he pressed her thigh harder to her chest, opening it well for himself, knowing that in this position he would thrust into this sweet place for her, driving his dick with renewed vigor. She screamed sharply, letting out a sliding and loud moan that enveloped his hearing and mind, forcing him to move in the same rhythm: her fingers dug into her own braids as she tried to respond with her movements to his thrusts. She arched under him so beautifully that Kotallo caught his breath. Her body, the way she gave herself to him and the silk of her hair and the bright, lust-clouded color of her eyes stood out, and this kind of autumn deity burned him, bringing him to the point of no return. “Tallo… Tallo, harder, please, I want to cum on your dick, a little more…” “Do it. Open up under me, show me how you fall apart.” It took her several strong and deep thrusts, at the very angle that only Kotallo could give her, before her body jerked and she arched, screaming her pleasure to the forest. Kotallo tried to hold on, he tried to do everything possible to prolong her orgasm before she pulled him down with her. “Aloy… Aloy…” Her inner walls clenched so tightly on his dick that he came, filling her completely. He bent down to her lips, cherishing and indulging himself in the desire to kiss her while his hips moved erratically. “Damn… Wings of the fucking Ten…” He kissed her on the lips, basking and sharing his pleasure with her, absorbing her short sighs and slight trembling. He let her go so that he could roll over on his back and pull her along with him, helping her to get comfortable on top. The autumn ground was still a little warm, with a soft-prickly feather bed of leaves. Kotallo grumbled, complaining that they needed to wash, but he was unable to separate himself from her. “A little more… Please…” A gentle afterglow flickered between them.He purred, listening to her gentle whisper between short soft kisses. Once clean and calm, they returned to the settlement. Kotallo was proud to admire her well-fed and contented appearance. He proudly wore the marks of her kisses on him, not even bothering to cover them with paint. At the evening meal, they talked softly to each other.

***

Kotallo saw this moment. Aloy’s hearing caught on to the dialogue during the meal. Her green eyes caught a spark of fire in the hearth and she squinted at him, carefully sipping berry tea. One of the Nora hunters complained to her friend: “Those moans were carried so far and loud… I do not know who they were, but both screamed as if the Goddess herself had descended to them. On the other hand, it was in the hunting grounds, and if someone saw? Well, at least don’t be so loud!” Aloy snorted into the drink, spraying a few drops. Varl raised his eyebrows in surprise, squinting at her. Her friend carefully tried to hide his grin. Thanks to Zo, he himself knew the feeling of the chase, and therefore looked towards his friends with understanding. “The sound is very well carried in the autumn forests.” Kotallo sipped his tea, still looking towards Aloy. She hid her interested look, but the corner of her lips inexorably crept up. “Too well.” Varl grinned and took Zo’s palm in his hands. “Seeker, did you go hunting in the afternoon? Tell me, have you heard anything?” “Ah… me?” Aloy remarked, surprised. “No, no. I didn’t hear any of that…” Aloy really didn’t hear much, except for the ringing in her ears and from her trembling legs and from the comatose state to which Kotallo had brought her. A slight blush colored her cheeks. One of the Braves frowned. But then, after thinking about it, she shrugged her shoulders. “Well. Anyway, how was your hunt? Have you caught your prey? Rabbit or boar? Or a machine?” “Oh… I… hmm… I caught my prey, yes… the Behemoth wandered into the forest, but I managed to defeat him…” She pursed her lips, hoping that nothing would betray the heat that penetrated her spine from the memories. Kotallo rumbled, chuckling and hiding his smile behind his glass.