The evening air was fresh and cool on Marinette's face as she sprung from rooftop to rooftop looking for Witchkraft, a welcome change from the heavy, humid stuffiness that had filled the event hall.

The smell of sex still filled her nostrils and she felt a subtle blush grace her cheeks at remembering seeing her classmates in such a state of indecency. It's not that she was an inexperienced virgin or unfamiliar with the act of sex– Luka Couffaine had seen to that when they had reunited at Alya and Nino's wedding in Lyon three years ago– but she was definitely long overdue for some sexual satisfaction herself. Despite the awkwardness of it all, seeing and hearing everyone around her in the throes of pleasure had caused a fire to ignite in her own belly. She was extra sensitive to such stimuli after being celibate for so long, and her body had simply reacted accordingly. It was natural. Nothing to be ashamed about.

Or at least, that's what she tried to tell herself.

The appearance of a flash of red on the lawn below snapped Marinette from her daydreaming. Turning quickly, she leapt down to cut off the villain as she made her way towards the street, landing in front of Witchkraft as gracefully as a cat.

"Going somewhere?" she asked, assuming a fighting stance.

Witchkraft grinned a wicked grin, revealing her sharp teeth. "Me? Oh, no. I was just waiting for you and Cat Noir to show up. Actually, you're right on time; he should be arriving any second now…"

Not willing to bank on her partner showing up to help her, Ladybug swung her yo-yo at Witchkraft in an attempt to catch her by surprise. The green-skinned witch deflected it as easily as one swats at a fly.

"Tsk, tsk, Ladybug," she chided, raising her staff. "I wasn't planning on using my magic on you, but it seems that you want to be my next guinea pig after all."

Before Marinette could leap out of the way, Witchkraft's spell struck her directly in the center of her chest, causing the superhero to cry out and fall back onto her rear on the grass from the force of it.

At first, she felt fine; nothing seemed amiss except for the erratic beating of her heart inside of her chest. Gradually, however, something began to change inside of her; it started with a small pulsing in her womb, her fingers twitching as desire began to course through her veins, and then graduated to shaky legs and abdominal contractions as her body sought the release it craved, her mind becoming hazy and her judgement clouded by unbridled lust.

What has she done to me?

As if sensing her fears, Witchkraft answered her unspoken question.

"Don't worry, Ladybug," she crooned. "My spell only affects soulmates. So, if you're lucky..."

Adrien. I need Adrien. Her body grew hot as thoughts of the man she loved wheeled around her mind's eye; a thin layer of perspiration broke out over her skin and she felt the moisture that had already started to dampen her inner thighs.

She needed to have sex with Adrien, and she needed it now.

But Marinette had no idea where he was; she was bound to end up like Sabrina, crazy with lust and desperate for something to ease the ache at the apex of her legs, even if that something was her own hand.

"You won't… get away with this," Ladybug bit out, fighting the urge to cup her own breasts by keeping her fists balled tightly at her sides.

"You can thank me later." With a final smirk and a wave over her shoulder, Witchkraft leapt into the night. Marinette tried to follow after her, but as soon as she took a step forward a jolt of burning desire arrow straight to her pussy, causing her to moan involuntarily. There was no way she'd be able to save anyone in such a state of animalistic need.

"Ladybug?"

Marinette whipped around to see Cat Noir crouching behind her at the edge of the lawn, his sultry green eyes half-lidded and glazed; as soon as she set her sights on him, it was like nothing else existed in the world except for him.

Time seemed to slow down as all rational thinking seeped out of her brain, her lucidity leaking like a faucet. Even Adrien Agreste was forgotten, all thoughts of him cast aside until only one thought remained: she needed to mate with Cat Noir, to become one with him, here and now out on the grass.

She took in his muscular form with a sweep of her eyes, the way his arms and legs and back rippled as he rose to stand, and licked her lips salaciously. She wanted to taste him, a thought that had never occurred to her prior to this moment.

Cat seemed to respond similarly, his eyes never leaving hers as he raced forward, towards her, meeting her in the center of the lawn; their bodies collided instantaneously in a tangle of limbs as they both grabbed onto each other, wrapping themselves up in one another as though their lives depended on it.

Marinette grabbed at either side of Cat's face, trying to hold herself back and hang on to the fleeting thought that something wasn't right, that she shouldn't want Cat Noir this way, that they had a job to do and that job didn't involve ripping their clothes off and fucking each other senseless, but the thought was gone just as quickly as it had come once Cat had smashed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. The last of her willpower melted away, leaving her consumed by an all-encompassing need for Cat Noir to touch her everywhere.

"Please don't stop me, Ladybug," he pleaded against her lips; the need in his voice almost caused Marinette to moan out loud. "You don't know how long I've wanted you like this."

Even if she wanted to, Marinette was powerless to stop him; Witchkraft's spell over her was too strong.

"Don't stop, Cat," Marinette panted, her own voice thick with desire. "Please, don't stop."

With a single claw, Cat Noir trailed a line down the front of Ladybug's suit, slicing it cleanly in half. It parted to reveal her pert breasts and taut stomach to him, and she wasted no time in shuffling out of it completely. She stood exposed in front of Cat Noir, as naked as the day she was born except for her mask, revelling in the way his eyes darkened upon seeing her nudity.

"You're so beautiful, my Lady," he breathed, drinking in the sight of her. With one step forward their mouths were colliding again, tongues twirling and sliding over one another as Marinette raked her fingers through Cat's golden tresses. She was desperate for anything to hold on to, to keep herself from floating away; his kisses were intoxicating, fueling the fire that burned within her with every flick and swirl of his tongue inside of the moist cavern of her mouth. In turn, Cat Noir reached up to palm her breasts; first one, and then the other, massaging them and pinching each sensitive, rosy bud until they hardened beneath his fingertips. The sensation drove Marinette insane.

"Cat," she whined. She didn't have to say anything further; he knew what she needed. Carefully, he laid her down on her back in the grass, pecking her once on the lips before leaving a fiery trail of kisses down her body, pausing briefly to suckle on each of her stiff nipples, stopping only once he'd reached the spot between her thighs. His hot breath ghosted over her sex and Marinette shuddered.

"Spread your legs for me, my Lady," he commanded gently. She did as she was bid without hesitation, craving more of his mouth on her.

He dove in without restraint, lapping at her like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk, causing Marinette to cry out and fist her hand in his hair, anchoring herself. She tasted like the most succulent custard, sweet and creamy and musky, and he found that he couldn't get enough. He rubbed his face back and forth across her sex as he ate, coating his mouth and chin and cheeks in her delicious essence. He dipped his tongue around her velvet folds and inside of her opening and Marinette keened, bucking her hips up against his inciting mouth. The firm, flexible muscle prodded at her bundle of nerves and lathed her slit in frenzied strokes, bringing Marinette close to the edge, close enough to burst. Had anything ever felt so good before?

But still, she needed more. The urge to couple with Cat Noir was too great to think about anything else, including the repercussions of such an act; her lust for him engulfed her senses until her skin was hot all over and she was burning to have him inside of her.

"Please," she whimpered, tugging on Cat Noir's hair; he released her nether lips from his mouth and brought his face up to hers, kissing her passionately, allowing Marinette to taste herself.

She broke the kiss with a gasp; she swore she would die soon if he didn't get inside of her right that moment. The spell was so powerful that it was nearly painful.

"Please, Cat, I need you to fuck me."

Had such crass words ever left her lips prior to this moment? Marinette didn't rightly care, as her focus was drawn to watching Cat Noir fumble with his suit in a frantic bid to be rid of it as quickly as possible. After a few seconds of struggling he gave up, tearing hole for himself in the front to pull his cock out through, his erection finally springing free.

It was magnificent.

Marinette hadn't seen many such specimens of the male anatomy, but Cat's was glorious, tall and thick with two dark, bulging veins swirling around the shaft. The head was red and angry, and it glistened, shiny with precum.

She didn't have much time to appreciate his cock as it was suddenly and roughly plunged into her heat, causing Marinette to cry out in harmony with Cat Noir's own groan of pleasure. He filled her so fully, so completely, that Marinette's womb jolted, her muscles sucking him in of their own accord.

Cat rutted against her maniacally, like a– well, like a cat in heat. But Marinette didn't mind, her mind hazy with lust as he pounded into her, over and over again, pumping in and out of her tight, weeping sex with increasing urgency. His hardness expertly stroked her inner walls with brutalizing force, jarring her with every thrust, her hickey-marred breasts bouncing in time with each slap of wet flesh. In fact, despite the fact that he was fucking her hard enough to bruise her, she found that she still needed more.

Marinette brought her legs up and Cat expertly hooked them over either of his shoulders, allowing him a deeper angle of penetration that caused Ladybug's moans to turn to screams.

"Right there, Cat," she panted breathlessly in his ear, nipping at his neck in a desperate bid to muffle her cries of pleasure. "Right there–"

Faster than she could register what was happening, stars exploded behind Marinette's eyes as she reached her peak, shrieking in pure ecstasy as convulsions racked her body. She felt the juices that trailed down from her opening, soaking her bum, and wanted nothing more than for Cat Noir to add his own seed to the mix.

It seemed that he didn't need convincing, as he finished inside of her a with a final, earth-shattering thrust, grunting as he did so. She could feel the muscles of his member undulate within her, spilling himself deep within her womb as her own walls clamped down around him, milking every last drop from him.

Then, as quickly as it had started, it was over.

Marinette blinked a couple of times as the haze of desire was lifted from her like a heavy curtain, dissipating instantaneously. Her mind suddenly lucid, she looked up to see that Cat Noir was no longer affected as well; he hovered above her, breathing heavily and staring down at her with his mouth agape, struggling to find the words to express what was happening. What had happened.

No matter how hard she tried, Marinette couldn't remember what had caused them to find themselves in such a shocking, compromising position.

"Cat?" she squeaked, becoming aware of his wilting erection still buried within her most intimate of places; she felt the blood rush to her face at the same time that the blood seemed to leave his.

"My Lady, I…" his voice trailed off, ultimately at a loss for words at their predicament.

With an apologetic frown, Cat pulled himself from her in one stroke, causing Marinette to gasp at the sensation; she already felt incredibly sore from... whatever they had done. Her body felt deliciously used, and when she gingerly reached a hand between her legs, she found that her damp, engorged sex was incredibly tender. She was sure that she'd be sore tomorrow.

Either way, she didn't need to remember that they had fucked to know that it had happened. That much was clear.

Cat Noir hurriedly climbed off of her and stuffed his member back into his suit, scowling at the hole he had torn in the front of it in his moment of passion. Marinette looked to the side at her own tattered and torn suit and grimaced, wondering what she would do for modesty. She settled on covering herself by draping an arm across her chest and crossing her legs for the time being.

Cat lifted Ladybug's suit from its heap on the ground, handing it to her without looking. Marinette took it gratefully and covered herself as best as she could with the material.

"W-were we akumatized?" she asked meekly. One time was more than enough for a lifetime.

Cat Noir shook his head, gentlemanly looking away from his partner in her state of indecency. "I don't think so. We still have our Miraculouses, so we can't be akumatized, I think."

His face paled even further. "Plus, I remember… some of it."

Marinette swallowed; she could remember bits and pieces, like clawed hands on her body and tongues dueling, but the memories were fuzzy. "M-me too."

The answer hit her like a freight train.

"Witchkraft's spell," she murmured. "It must have been a… love spell."

"A love spell?" Cat blinked.

Marinette shook her head. "Or, a lust spell, I guess."

That had to be it; Marinette had never been attracted to Cat Noir– at least, not enough to totally lose her self-control and give in to her baser urges around him– and so it had to have happened solely because of Witchkraft's magical influence.

But hadn't she said something about her magic only affecting soulmates?

"Where is she now?" Cat asked, anger darkening his features as he brought up a clawed fist, ready to fight.

He didn't have to wonder very long as Chloe suddenly appeared from the bushes, as if on cue, looking as scraggly and disheveled as Marinette felt, though for very different reasons.

"Chloe," Cat said with surprise. "You've been… de-akumatized."

It was true; Chloe's skin was back to its usual peachy hue and her outfit had returned to a sparkling golden gown, and aside from a few smudges of dirt and mussed strands of blonde hair, she appeared to be her normal self.

"Oh, Cat Noir, Ladybug," she sighed fretfully, playing the part of akumatization victim exceptionally well. "You saved me!"

Marinette didn't buy her act for a second; the pieces of the situation didn't seem to fit together.

She arched her eyebrow at the blonde woman. "Wait a minute, we didn't save you. We never released your akuma."

Cat Noir seemed to reach the same conclusion at the same time. "So, if we didn't release your akuma, then how did you get back to normal?"

Chloe's lower lip trembled. "I'm not sure. I don't remember anything."

That much was true; Hawk Moth's victims never remembered their actions while akumatized.

Although Marinette still felt uneasy about the situation with Chloe, she decided to drop it; she figured that she was more than likely projecting her own mixed emotions onto the witchy woman, anyway.

She rose to stand on weak legs, her knees nearly buckling beneath her weight; Cat must have given her an exceptional pounding to have done such damage. "Well, seeing as there's no akuma to de-evilize, I'm going to go."

Cat nodded awkwardly. "Erm, yeah, that's fine– I'll stay and make sure that Ms. Bourgeois gets home alright."

Truthfully, he wanted to run back to the event hall to ensure that Marinette had gotten away safely, but a part of him was afraid; what if she had been affected by Witchkraft's spell as well, and had ended up having passionate, mind-blowing intercourse with someone who wasn't him? Someone who was actually her soulmate? He couldn't bear the thought of it.

He decided at last that he couldn't allow her to see him in such a state, anyway. He badly needed a shower and another drink.

"Call me if anything comes up." With that, Marinette hurriedly took to the rooftops, finding the fastest route home to avoid being seen with nothing but her tattered red-and-black suit covering her private parts, wincing in pain as every jump and lunge rubbed her abused sex raw.