[Well that sentence hits something wonderfully unfair in Aloy. A shameless groan escapes as the tentacle thrusts, and once that's out, she's not reining it back in.
She's rapidly becoming a slick mess on the tentacle. Leaning on Evangeline might be too much, but Aloy reaches out with a strong, calloused hand to grasp the other woman's shoulder, trying to hold herself steady while the thrusting takes her apart.
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She's rapidly becoming a slick mess on the tentacle. Leaning on Evangeline might be too much, but Aloy reaches out with a strong, calloused hand to grasp the other woman's shoulder, trying to hold herself steady while the thrusting takes her apart.
Inevitably she gasps,]
Push in.