Hey there darling one, you most certainly can! Here you go! 

Read on AO3 instead. Smut warning. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Since this is a prompt fill for Fictober 2018, here are the basics about this piece:

Fandom: Horizon Zero Dawn
Pairing: Aloy/Nil
Rating: Explicit

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“Nil!”

A firm grip shook his shoulder, and he jolted at the rude awakening. Blearily he cracked open his eyes. It was barely past dawn, and he could just make out Suntress’s slender shape as she moved around their little tent.

She glanced over her shoulder at him while rifling through her belongings. “Wake up. We’ve got to get moving or we’ll be late.”

She handed him the water canteen, and he peered fuzzily at her as he took it. “You’re no Oseram, Suntress,” he grumbled. “Why do you act like a cog in a clockwork if you haven’t the need?”

He drank deeply from the canteen, and Suntress took it back with an exasperated smirk. “We barely stick to a schedule and you know it. This is a one-time thing. Now come on,” and she crawled over to his side and shook his shoulder again, “get up. Avad and Vanasha are expecting us around noon.”

Nil rolled onto his back and lazily stretched his arms. “‘Around’ noon, you say?” he drawled. “I like this word ‘around’. So much leeway to let us linger.” He reached out and captured her hand.

She tried to pull away from him. “Oh no you don’t,” she warned. “Not today. We have a long ride ahead, and – Nil, come on!” Exasperation sharpened her voice as he reached out banded his arm around her waist.

She struggled as he pulled her down beside him, and Nil smirked as she petulantly kicked her bare feet. “You’re always making us late,” she railed.

He burrowed his face through the mass of her flaming hair until his nose found her throat. “The sun has barely even risen,” he purred. “No worries. We still have time.” He nibbled happily on the fragrant skin of her neck.

She jerked her head away from him and dragged her nails along his bare shoulder and arm. Faint lines of pain flared in the wake of her nails, and Nil hissed with pleasure. Now he was really awake, roused in more ways than one by the sting of pain across his skin.

He nuzzled her neck more roughly then bit her, and the gasp that burst from her lips was as telling as the sudden curve of her spine. “Mmm, there’s my Stormbird,” he smugly.

She shoved at his arm again, and finally he released her. She folded her arms over her chest and glared at him as he propped himself up on his elbows. “We don’t have time for this,” she said sternly.

And yet, she was making no move to rise from her supine position. Nil bit back a smirk and released a musical little sigh instead. “All right, Suntress. You break my heart, but you get your way.” He tilted his head winningly. “A kiss to make amends?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, and he blinked benignly at her until she relented. “Fine,” she said. “Then we’re leaving.”

“If you insist,” he purred. Then he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers.

It was more of a light caress of the lips than a true kiss, and an intentional contrast with his earlier roughness. From the corner of his half-closed eyes he watched as her chest rose with a sharp little inhale, her hips tilting slightly as she arched her lower spine.

His palms itched to touch her, but he kept them to himself. Her lips were parted in welcome, but he resisted sneaking a taste with his tongue, settling instead on taking her plump lower lip between his own in a very gentle tug.

A tiny hint of a sound slipped from her parted lips, a sweet little whimper, and Nil closed his eyes in satisfaction. This was what he liked to hear. More than the ring of a fingernail flicking against a blade, more than the solid punch of an arrow through leather plate, this was the sound he loved the most: the beginning of his Suntress’s bliss when her eager body betrayed her beneath his callused hands.

At last, he allowed his callused hands to touch. He shifted his weight to one elbow and slid his other hand under her soft Nora undershirt.

Slowly, carefully, his fingers crept up along the smoothness of her belly, and he smiled against her lips when she unfolded her arms to permit his exploring fingers to rise along her ribs.

“That isn’t a kiss,” she whispered harshly.

Nil lifted his face to gaze down at her. “No, it’s not,” he purred. His eyes drifted down along her body; her knees were bent and her thighs pressed together, almost as though to hold her own traitorous desire in check, and the beaded hardness of her nipples was apparent through her thin shirt.

He lifted his complacent gaze back to her face. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

He held his breath and the position of his palm as he waited for her response. Finally she sighed sharply, and to Nil’s delight, she reached down to grab the hem of her shirt and peeled the garment off.

His cock pulsed hotly in the smooth silk of his pants as she lay back and glared at him. “I never want you to stop,” she said.

Her brows were crinkled in annoyance, but her words lifted a smile to his lips. “Good. It seems the rolling storm of time will hold off after all,” he murmured, then lightly brushed his thumb along the swell of her bare breast.

Suntress tutted in annoyance. “Oh, just shut up and…” She broke off with a breathy exhale as he nuzzled her nipple.

He braced his hand on her hip and focused his attention on the softness of her breast as it traced across his face. He brushed her nipple with his nose, his upper lip, between his lips to flick his tongue out and taste the rosy peak, across his cheek and down to his chin…

Her hand slid into his hair to tug his head more firmly to her breast. She tried to lift her hips, but Nil held her down with one firm hand.

She writhed and twisted her chest against the torturously gentle caresses from his nose and mouth. Broken little gasps of impatience escaped her parted lips until finally she scraped her nails through his hair, inflaming a bloom of lust deep within his belly. “Nil,” she gasped. “Come on, you’re being so…”

“So what?” he purred, then suckled her nipple firmly until she mewled her pleasure. He released her nipple with a smile. “So charming? So thorough? So-”

“Obnoxious,” she interrupted loudly.

Nil tutted. “Such impatience, Suntress. You know that the subtle slices from a dagger can be more satisfying than an outright stab.” He slowly moved his hand from her hip down toward the waistband of her leggings, and another rush of satisfaction tugged at his cock when her knees slid apart to welcome his hand.

“You’re drawing this out on purpose to torture me, aren’t you?” she complained.

He shuffled closer to her, shifting his weight on his elbow to slide his fingers along the back of her head, then tugged her hair as his other hand delved into her leggings. She gasped sharply, her eyes squeezing shut and her fingers clenching against the bedroll, her hips rising smoothly to press against his fingers.

But before he could feel more than a hint of the tantalizing heat between her thighs, he pulled his hand out of her leggings.

She released a high-pitched little keen of distress, and Nil lowered his lips to her ear. “What a crude suggestion you make,” he growled. “I’m no torturer. I’m an artist.” Slowly, lazily, he slid his fingers back into her leggings to rest warm and still against her damp curls.

“Mmmmh,” she whined, her eyes still shut, her teeth pressing hard into her lower lip. Her hips tilted and jerked as though to coax him to movement, and after a long moment of watching her writhe beneath his hand, he finally deigned to press two fingers into her cleft.

She spread her legs wider to accommodate his touch, and Nil gazed raptly at her face as he slid his fingers through her slippery heat. He watched the tension creasing her eyebrows, her cheeks flushing as he lightly rolled the pad of his finger over her clit, the harshness of her staggered breaths when his fingers dipped low to stroke along her lower lips. When he teased her entrance with one finger, she mewled and arched her neck, exposing the creamy length of her throat.

It was a sight he couldn’t resist. He dipped his head to suckle the skin of her throat while sliding one finger inside of her, and her guttural moan vibrated across his lips and forced another surge of want through the hardness of his cock.

He crooked his finger inside of her, carefully stroking the smoothness of her inner walls. When she cried out and jerked her hips against his hand, he abruptly removed his fingers from her leggings again.

“Nil!” she sobbed. She braced her feet on the bedroll and thrust her hips high, and Nil watched with an almost vicious satisfaction as she shoved her leggings down to her knees. Her desperation was so obvious and so delicious, and to think she’d planned to rush out of their tent first thing this morning…

He pushed himself to his knees and peeled her leggings off, then grasped her hips and shoved her back down onto the bedroll. He leaned in low, inhaling deeply of the sweet musky scent that greeted him from between her thighs.  

His nose brushed against her clit as he breathed her in, and she jerked toward his face. Her whole body was a line of tension now, from her taut belly to the peaks of her nipples, straight up to the tendon in her neck as she craned her head back and twisted her fingers in the bedroll.

Nil chuckled smugly, then laved her pussy with a long, hot stroke of his tongue. A visceral cry burst from her lips, and he forced himself to quell his grin as he played his tongue across her clit. He wanted more of those sounds, more of that confirmation that this was where she wanted to be, right here in this tent with his face between her legs and his hands stroking her tender skin. Her cries were his evidence, his proof that this was what she really wanted: his tongue lapping at her taut little bud, his fingers sliding in to stroke the moisture of her flesh before piercing deep.

She gasped and cried out as his fingers sank into her welcoming warmth, curling inside of her as his tongue swirled around her swollen clit, and within mere moments she was shuddering beneath his mouth, her cries strangled and tight as they poured from her throat. Still he didn’t stop, didn’t ease off with his tongue or his fingers until she reached down to stroke his face.

“Nil,” she whimpered, shifting back toward the head of the bedroll, and he sat back on his heels and roughly wiped his face on his arm. He barely had time to toss her a smug grin before she was crawling toward him, her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back, one of her hands bluntly shoving its way into his silk pants to grab-

He gasped as her fist wrapped around his cock, and then her lips were at his ear. “You want to hold us up?” she whispered harshly, and her fierce tone sent a thrill spilling down his spine. “I’ll give you a hold-up.” She stroked his cock once, one single teasing pump of her fist, then pulled roughly at his waistband.

Eagerly he lifted his hips to help her pull off his pants, and then she was pushing him back onto his elbows, straddling his lap but facing away from him. Her fiery hair tumbled down her back, and the divot at the base of her spine was like a shadowed void begging for his touch. She spread her legs and sank low over his cock, and a surge of excitement blossomed in his abdomen, a rush so hot and sudden that he was rendered lightheaded. His eyes were glued to the rounded globes of her ass, then the heat of her – the creamy heated feel of her, fire and fucking blood-

She sank onto his length slowly, taking him inch by torturous inch, and Nil gritted his teeth in agonizing bliss as she hilted herself completely on his cock. His eyes were fixed on her back, drawn to the sight of her slender fingers as she raked them through her hair and arched her spine.

“Oh yes,” she groaned. She canted her hips forward, then rolled her hips over him in a slow and sinuous circle, and all Nil could do was stare. He was transfixed by the undulating swirl of her body as she ground her pelvis down on his cock, hypnotized by her slow and smooth movement as her sleek heat embraced the hardness of his shaft.

He reached forward and grabbed for the backs of her thighs, eagerly waiting for her to start her rapid rise and fall like she usually would, but she pushed his hand away. “Nice try, Carja,” she breathed, then forced him to watch in breathless anticipation as she continued to roll and grind slowly on his cock, never once rising him to give him that hot and sliding friction that he was swiftly growing desperate to feel.

“Suntress,” he growled.

All he received in return was a sultry snicker. “You think you’re the only one who can slow things down?” she teased.

He exhaled heavily as she pressed down hard, vaguely noting her own gasp at the depth of his cock inside of her. He dragged in a breath before answering. “Yes,” he said bluntly. “You’re a firebomb, Suntress. You rage through sex with all the force of an inferno. Of the two of us, I’m the slow and sneaking little death.”

“Ahh, that’s a challenge then,” she said, and Nil grinned.

But the amusement was wiped blank from his mind when she finally lifted herself from his hips, then held fast above the tip of his cock.

She paused, then pulled her hair over her shoulder and tossed him a sly little look, and Nil shook his head in exasperation even as the urge to fuck rose desperately through his abdomen. It was a relentless pressure between his legs, a desperate need thickening in his throat until-

“Please,” he burst out, and she laughed. The flame-haired little vixen laughed.

She slammed down onto him hard, and he groaned with bliss and then with longing as she resumed her slow and wavelike circling over his cock. One of her hands was braced on his thigh, and he knew her other hand was busy between her legs, stroking the bud that his tongue had been so thoroughly tasting only a few minutes before.

Nil gritted his teeth and fisted his hands in the bedroll, fighting to maintain control as the circling of her hips grew jerky. He bided his time, waiting with barely leashed impatience as he watched her back jerking with stuttered breaths as she brought herself closer to her peak.

Finally she jolted, her spine arching and her head craning back as she found her pleasure, and at the moment that she gasped in a shaky breath of climax, he dragged his nails from her shoulder blade down along the length of her spine.

The scream that tore from her throat was pure feral pleasure, and Nil’s patience shattered. He shoved himself upright, throwing her off balance and forward onto her hands. He dragged his legs out from beneath her and pushed down on her shoulder, pressing her flat onto the bedroll, her ass in the air and her legs spread wide-

Triumphantly, victoriously, he thrust himself hard into her willing heat.

Her pleasure cry was muffled in the bedroll, but Nil wasted no time to glory in it. Her hips were hot under his hands, almost as hot as her thoroughly dripping pussy as he fucked her hard. He dragged the air in through his bared teeth, savoured the slap of skin-on-skin and the sweet smooth friction of her heat, her gasping moans as they mingled with his own untamed sounds of pleasure until finally the roiling storm of rapture exploded through him.

His breath left him in a gasp, and he shuddered as he curled over her prone and supple form, but he refused to slow his pace until her silken heat had wrung every last drop of his pleasure from his sweat-soaked body.

When he finally slowed to a stop, Suntress lifted herself onto her elbows and gave a breathy laugh.

Nil grinned through his exhaustion, then collapsed onto his back beside her. She pushed herself back to sit on her knees, then shoved her damp hair away from her flushed and lovely face. “There. Now we’re definitely going to be late. Are you happy now?” she drawled.

Nil beamed at her, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her close until she was splayed on top of his naked body. “Yes,” he said smugly. “And you are too. It’s all right, Suntress, you can admit it. We’ll take your secret to the grave.”

She laughed again, and Nil relished the sound of her mirth and the heated press of her body against his own. The passage of time meant nothing to him, as long as it was spent by her side.