Where Do We Go From Here?
Kitatanya
Chapter 29
A/N: Thank you so much for your support! You guys are awesome! This on'es a little short, so I managed to get it up a little early. Also, ima say it every time, but I HATE spoilers. Still. THERE'S REASONS!
SMUT WARNING!
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Adora sighed happily, simply enjoying the sounds of Catra's gentle purring and enjoying the feelings of deep contentment, along with their echoed enjoyment of Adora's fingers running through her hair, through their bond. Melog was curled in the corner of the tent, more deeply asleep that she'd ever seen them, and it made the both of them happier seeing them finally resting after all of the work they'd been doing. They'd left their friends and Ramel outside a short time ago, just needing time to be together before they slept. Despite the fact that they'd teased each other with a promise of pleasure, they'd both found it in them the need to just be like this, cuddled together, touching and spending time with one another and basking in the contentment only they could bring to one another. They were tired, the both of them, even moreso after their quick meal and the happy, light bantering with their friends and enjoying their surprisingly affectionate rapport with Ramel and Ramel's quickly growing affection for them too.
Towards the end of things, Ramel was finally starting to let himself be a little less respectful and a little more open and affectionate with them as well and they'd begun to feel he wished he could speak with Melog just as freely. Melog's response had been more than a little adorable to witness for the both of them, as they'd all but draped themselves over his lap with a strong demand to be petted. It was the very first time even Catra had heard them demand physical attention and she and her mate had had to fight with everything they were to still their laugher upon translating the request. Them they'd gotten to watch as Ramel truly touched a living creature for an extended period of time for the very first time with something akin to awe in his eyes, as Melog had gone utterly limp and purring under his earnest ministrations.
They hadn't really strayed to many darker subjects in the conversation that followed with their friends, but they had learned a good portion of what had happened between the trio during the time they'd been apart. When Horde Prime had struck and his war had taken the place of the war between the Rebellion and the Horde, they'd found themselves unintentionally amidst a group of fleeing Etherians within the Crimson Wastes. They, along with a few other residents there with whom they'd gained at least a semblance of companionship with, had moved to help them without fully registering why at first. Seeing them so terrified and unable to defend themselves, had pulled something within each of them to respond.
One mother had been injured and unable to fully care for her small child. In seeing the need to protect that tiny life and in caring for the child in his mother's stead, while working to defend those helpless Etherians, they had discovered the truth of their love; and hearing that on top of the new promise between themselves, had left them both a little hard pressed not to cry. When the dust had settled from the war and the magic had returned in a near ethereal burst around them, the exuberant and happy celebration with the people afterwards, had settled things between the trio and sealed the love only just beginning to take form.
They'd travelled with those people for a time, all of their homes having been lost to the war, and when Scorpia had invited all of the former residents of the Fright Zone back, they'd taken all of them there. They had worked alongside other former soldiers and their new friends under Scorpia's rule, to begin tearing down the evil fortress of the Horde and had begun to build homes, real homes, for all of them. With the help of Perfuma and the people of Plumeria, they had planted crops and they had seen with wonder a totally new way of life. As the trio had spoken of that short and almost dream-like time of peace, they could see that their friends had truly been utterly happy.
But, when Blood had begun his war and Glimmer had called for all of Etheria to rise and to stand together, that same something in them that had driven them to respond to the needs of the fleeing people, had pulled them to respond to that call too. They'd picked up their weapons once more, ready to use their skills in battle to protect this happiness they'd only just begun to see the truth of and enjoy. And since then, this had been their life; dusty trails, hunger, weariness, and battle. But all the while, they were together and so, were just as happy in a way here, living again the lives of soldiers, but fighting for good now instead of evil; just like others had done and like she had done and like her mate was doing with her now.
Catra was just as happy was she was, hearing and seeing the happiness of their friends. She could feel it, echoing through her now as her mate was thinking of them and knew she was reliving these brief happy moments with her in this gentle space of contentment they found themselves in. They were still in that place of close conversation within their minds, enjoying the intimacy of the tiny distance, and the feel of their bodies relaxed and whole and content, wound together, in this little bubble of peace. She let out a sigh and let out all of the tension lingering in the back of her mind drift away, just wanting to enjoy this moment and think of nothing else but her mate for a time.
Feeling that new relaxation in her and the new candor to her thoughts, sent Catra's purring surging a little higher and it made her smile even bigger at the sound. Suddenly, she remembered her mate's giddy mischief this morning in rendering her all but helpless in front of this entire town and their friends. Now was the perfect time to pay back that mischief and she decided to do something she had not done since they were very small. Her mate again had felt her sudden shift in mood and tensed a moment before she acted on her urge. Already grinning at the reaction she was about to receive, she brought both hands to her mate's head and began gently scratching and massaging behind both of her ears.
Catra's entire body shuddered and she let out a helpless, tiny mewl of protest, before going completely boneless atop her, purring louder than ever. Adora felt her head spin at the adorable sound her mate had just uttered and the intensity of Catra's helpless enjoyment of the pleasurable sensations from her ministrations now ringing through their bond. Somewhere in that ringing surge, she felt a drifting half-formed threat of revenge from her mate and she could not contain a laugh as she simply increased the pressure of her gentle fingers just a little bit more.
Again, Catra's body shuddered in pleasure above her and she let out a breathlessly moaning sigh into her chest. Her claws were gently kneading into cloth of her shirt over her shoulder and the bedroll on her other side, and Adora could feel her mate's toes curling in a rippling pattern to match against her legs. Her tail was undulating in helpless, happy lashes and her purring rumbled through Adora's entire body, almost lulling her helplessly too.
She knew a part of her mate hated how helpless this particular form of affection made her, which why Adora had not let herself indulge in it before now, but they were safe here and she knew the pleasure it gave her was too good to resist now that she'd started, just like it had the few times she'd done it when they were small. Being able to feel it like this though, was a totally new experience and she only hoped her mate could feel how much she was enjoying it and wouldn't be too grumpy with her when she eventually stopped. For now though, she had no plans to stop any moment soon.
But then she began to feel a slightly different note in those drifting and pleasurable sensations she could feel from her mate. A slowly, very subtly, building note of urgency to replace that boneless relaxation of pleasure. Catra began to tremble softly, and her hips began to move and as she let out a tiny keening moan, that new building sensation was echoing strongly enough for Adora to feel it for what it was. Need and a curling hunger to match it.
She could not help a gasp as she realized what this petting was doing to her mate. It was a tiny bit frightening to realize it, but at the same time, she could not bring herself to stop. She knew the thought was a little more than risqué, but at the same time, a part of her could not find it in her to care. Catra's helpless motions grew a little more desperate and she knew her mate had felt that thought, even through the haze of her pleasure and her quickly spiraling hunger and need. She felt from Catra that this petting had never had this effect on her before and she was a little frightened by it too. Even in feeling that, she felt that same deep urge from her mate all but begging her not to stop.
Feeling that need and that desperate thought, sent Adora's hunger for her mate and the urgent need to give her pleasure, roaring within her in a powerful and nearly all-consuming surge. She did not quite know what to do, because still there was that deep part of her and of Catra that did not want her to stop, but she could not meet her need if she didn't. There was a sense of urgency and frustration spiraling now between them in that desperate need and the licking flames of their hunger that were curling ever higher.
All at once, Catra's head surged up and she was crawling limply upwards for a kiss. Adora arced her shoulders, meeting her without stopping her fingers. But Catra kept right on coming.
She pressed their lips together with an almost bruising strength, fingers coming up to claw into her hair. Adora let out a helplessly keening moan of pleasure into their lips as Catra tugged her hair, forcing her head back onto the bedroll beneath them with the combined actions. Catra's legs were about her waist, hips arcing down into her body in a helpless manner, trying to relieve that unbearable ache Adora could sense between her legs.
Catra's breath hitched on a tiny, desperate moan into their kiss and she pulled away, nipping at her lower lip in a way she'd never done before and Adora felt that a part of her needed it, even if she didn't quite know why. Those gentle, helpless nips did things to Adora's body that she couldn't quite describe. Each graze of her sharp fangs and the firm tug of Catra's lips on hers, sent a pool of molten pleasure straight to her core. Her own need now was rising, with each of those helpless tugs and her own hips were surging up into Catra's before she quite realized what was happening. Catra let out a breathless cry and then sucked, hard, as Adora matched her rhythm and Adora could not help a breathless cry of her own at the nearly rough pressure of Catra's fangs grazing over sensitive inner flesh of her lip. Feeling her mate's pleasure soaring ever higher at the friction between them, made her remember acutely feeling this from her last night, when she'd indulged in the urge to taste more of her mate's flesh for the first time.
Adora suddenly wished they'd undressed, because she wanted to feel all of her mate against her more than anything in this moment. She wanted the feel of Catra's warm fur and flesh against her tingling skin. She wanted to feel all of that wet heat she could feel radiating even through their clothes. It was only then that she remembered that her mate was not wearing any underwear and the knowledge sent a deep primal part of her surging forth. Remembering how her mate had reacted to the innocent touch of her fingers spreading her glistening center for her fervent exploration, gave that primal part of her a wonderful and highly pleasurable idea. Maybe she could not feel all of her mate's body, but she could still meet that need in another way.
She let go one of her mate's ears and even as a part of Catra rebelled that loss of pleasure, she knew her mate knew where the hand she was trailing now under the curve of her arm was going. Her breathing hitched again on a desperate and pleading moan and their bodies stilled their desperate motions as her hand drifted lower, now grasping about her hip. Adora tried to reach between them, but she could not go further unless Catra changed her position. Before she could voice the thought, her mate let out a sharp gasp and she lifted herself, parting their bodies just enough to give Adora room to reach for the fastenings.
As she did so, her body moved above her until Catra had pressed their foreheads together. Her face was frozen with an expression of urgent need that was almost pain, before her eyes fluttered open. Adora almost froze at the storm she saw raging in those gorgeous heterochromatic eyes. There was hunger there and that deep primal need, but shining there underneath them both was a love so fierce Adora felt like she would catch fire in actuality beneath it and seeing it somehow made all those surging emotions ringing from her mate feel all the stronger.
But Adora did not freeze. She kept going. She stared into those gorgeous, storming depths and her fingers kept gently working and massaging at her sensitive ear as her other fingers slipped lower on the smooth, soft fur between her mate's hips, working under the tightness of her pants, until her fingers finally met all of that hot, wet passion she'd felt radiating from her mate's throbbing center.
Catra let out a broken, low moan that ended with a hissing intake of breath between her suddenly clenched teeth as Adora dipped lower, parting her folds even further so she could feel more of that pleasurable wet heat of her mate's passion. She did not want Catra to stifle her cries, but even as she formed the thought, she knew why she had. Their tent offered no protection against sound and they'd forgotten to ask Melog about the rune. Melog was sleeping and needed their rest and there were many sensitive ears in the world outside. They'd been lucky that their sounds up until now had been quiet enough to escape detection. And all of a sudden, the reality of what they were doing hit he both of them full force.
They both froze on a breath. They stared into each other's eyes and saw all of each other's need and desperate hunger and the longing wish and the wanting for this not to stop. Adora didn't want to deny this need in her mate any more than her mate wanted to be denied. But now they were at a crossroads they'd never truly been at before. Catra could try to stay quiet enough so that they could continue, but was it worth the risk of embarrassment of discovery?
Yes. The word was not fully formed in either of their minds, but the both of them felt it all the same. They did not want to stop this now, no matter what it meant.
Slowly, Adora curled a single finger into her mate's wet folds, brushing gently up and over that bundle of nerves they'd discovered last night. Catra's held breath released in a broken rush as she shuddered, eyelids fluttering as her eyes rolled back. But Adora did not want to lose that gorgeous storm in her mate's eyes any more than she wanted to stop this almost terrifyingly intense moment of passion between them. Catra felt that want in her and Adora felt her trying to gather enough of herself to meet it, even as her finger didn't stop that gentle curling pressure. Catra was panting, every tiny breath a near hiss as she clenched her teeth against any more sounds. And still, through all of the pleasure Adora could feel her mate experiencing, Catra was trying her best to meet her hungry gaze. And then, she did.
Adora had to bite back a low moan of her own at the sight of all of that surging pleasure she could feel echoing through the bond from her panting mate, swirling like a dark, almost electrifying, storm in those half-lidded, heterochromatic depths. She was panting now herself, body aching underneath that electrifying gaze as Catra leaned closer, until their parted lips were brushing ever so slightly with each panting breath between them. And all the while, Adora's fingers on her ear and that gently curling finger over the center of her passion never stopped.
Catra's nectar was now all but dripping down her hand and she felt that coil in her mate beginning to tighten as her body went nearly rigid above her, eyes darkening a little more with something she couldn't quite name. Her mate's carefully controlled panting hitched a little faster, each breath now barely felt across Adora's lips as she felt Catra's parted lips part further. Her brows were etched with the almost painful effort to remain silent and still, because she felt from her mate if she let herself move, she would lose every shred of her control.
A deep, depraved part of Adora wanted so badly for it to happen. She wanted all of those sounds and helpless writhing and rolling motions from last night. She wanted Catra above her, wild and out of control, completely lost in this feeling that only she could give her.
The new, possessive urge inside her, had her changing the position of her hand. No longer was she gently curling her finger, slowly bringing her desperately trembling mate higher. Now, she was stroking that wet, swollen flesh more firmly, circling and pressing that bundle of nerves gently between two in a sensual tugging motion with each movement. Catra's electrifying eyes suddenly flashed with something so acutely between agony and searing pleasure that it almost pulled a cry from Adora herself. Catra's body was quaking, mouth open wide in a silent scream that Adora could feel rippling through the bond as all of those roaring and surging sensations echoing from her mate, shot ever higher.
She felt then from her mate then that she was caught on the edge between control and utter ecstasy. That desperate, wavering precipice inside her was so new and so sudden but it felt so, so very good for her to be there. Adora could only watch and feel it in wonder as tears suddenly glistened in her mate's eyes from the sheer intensity of what she was experiencing. Her own hunger and need had all but abated. There was nothing for her but these sensations and that all-encompassing storm raging in her mate's gorgeous glistening eyes. In that moment, all she wanted to do was stare into that storm for the rest of her days and never stop these motions that were giving her mate this almost agonizing amount of pure and unadulterated pleasure.
And then that coil within her mate snapped and suddenly, she was surging, soaring and all of those sensations were blazing through her mind like an explosion of colors almost more radiant than that dazzling and awing display of passion under the stars last night. Catra's body arced above her, all but tearing her ear from Adora's fingers with the suddenness of it. Her hips were rolling and rocking helplessly down onto Adora's still circling and pressing fingers as her head fell back in another silent, breathless scream that Adora heard and felt tracing through her mind like a line of white-hot fire and dizzying ecstasy.
She did not want to stop this. Every single part of her was lost in seeing and feeling this surge of soaring ecstasy in her mate. She did not want to stop, but as that surging rush from Catra began to abate, she knew that she had to let her come back down. Even as she knew it, she got the sense that there was even more pleasure to be had, somewhere beyond this soaring place inside her mate. Catra wanted it too, could feel it even there, but Adora felt from her then that if they did not stop, she would not be able to hold her cries in any longer.
So Adora slowed, bringing Catra's bowing body slowly down from that passionate tension. As she did, she felt that edge in her that had been all but excruciating to experience, slowly crumble. And then, in a rush of gentler ecstasy, her mate's mind drifted form the bond and Adora knew she was in that sparkling everything that came after this passion.
Slowly, gently, as Catra's body sagged down atop her, she slipped her hand from her pants so that she could relax fully against her. Her other arm was coming up around her trembling mate, soothing her trembling with gentle strokes along her back. Adora was trembling herself with what had just happened and felt her own mind settle into a near fragmented place of her own as a new urge filled her that she could not resist. She lifted the hand she'd used to pleasure Catra above her and watched the way the light glistened on her essence still coating them. Remembering the taste of her mate's passion and how greatly wonderful it had been to experience, had her drawing those fingers between her lips before she even quite realized what she was doing.
The taste that met her curling tongue, was no less delicious now than it had been lapping it from the source last night. She could not help a tiny moan as she curled her tongue around and between her fingers, sucking them, chasing every hint of that taste she could find. She felt Catra move above her, but she was lost in that flavor and could not open her eyes to look to her just then, no matter how she wanted to.
Catra's body spasmed against her, breath coming out in a sharp, almost painful sounding gust of air that cut off with a hissing, inward gasp. And then she felt her mate moving, found her fingers being drawn swiftly from her lips with a small pop as Catra yanked her wrist down and away. She did not even have a moment to be disappointed about the loss of that flavor, before Catra's lips were crashing onto hers with a deep and rumbling growl.
That kiss was all-consuming, all-devouring, as her mate sucked her tongue between her fangs and bit firmly down on the sensitive muscle as her own tongue was curling around it. Adora felt her body bowing up into her mate and she all but screamed her muffled pleasure at those almost painfully passionate sensations Catra was pouring into her through that possessive kiss. And then those, lips, those brushing fangs, and that curling tongue were gone just as suddenly as they'd come. But again, her mate was already moving and she did not have time to be disappointed as she felt Catra's breath wash over her neck.
A part of her was already reacting even before those lips and fangs met her skin and only the feel of a gentle touch on her lips, reminded her that she could not voice her pleasure or all of this would have to come to an end. She did not want it to end, but it took every scrap of her will not to cry out as her mate bit down, sucking the flesh of her pulse between her fangs like she'd done her tongue only seconds before. She could hold back her voice, but she could not control her body's reaction. Her fingers were fisting in Catra's hair and in the cloth of her shirt between her shoulders. Her hips shot upward into her mate above her as a line of that pleasure from Catra's touch seemed to lance its way straight to her center of pleasure. All of her was nothing but an instrument of pleasure, under that firm, possessive, and loving bite from her mate.
Catra's body above her jerked when she did, hips pressing down into hers, all but forcing them back down onto the bedroll as she growled into the bite. The vibration of it sent Adora reeling even more than she already was and the breath she hadn't realized she was holding left in a broken sound against her mate's soft fingers and delicately pressing claws as she fought not to moan. Catra's other hand was moving now down her body, fingers grasping and claws catching on her clothes in caressing touches until she reached the hem of her pants.
Then, suddenly, she felt her mate freeze above her. Her lips and tongue stilled entirely and her breath caught in her throat on a tiny gasp. Adora could sense a sudden fear in her, even before her mate's fangs left her neck and she lifted her head to gaze down at her with and almost painfully tearful expression.
In her eyes, Adora saw the reason for her fear, even as Catra's fingers traced with an even greater tenderness over her lips. Her mate was afraid to touch her there, for fear of damaging that sensitive flesh with her claws. Adora felt her heart breaking at that fear in her mate and opened her mouth, wanting desperately to comfort her, because she knew Catra would never intentionally harm her. But before she could say anything, Catra's lips were crashing back into hers and she let out a pained sob against her lips. Adora's was holding her, stroking her, trying to soothe her as best she could, even as she was all but sobbing too in pain for her mate in that moment.
Then, again, Catra's lips were gone from hers and she blinked open her tearful eyes to see Catra staring down at her with a wild expression she'd never seen before. Her jaw was set, teeth clenched against more tears and all Adora could do was watch, heart rending, as Catra moved down her body. She planted the softest of kisses over her clothes, moving with a tenderness Adora had never seen from her before. All of the possessive roughness she loved had been shaken from her mate and as those soft, lingering kisses reached the hem of her pants, Catra looked up and Adora almost wept again for a new reason now as she saw a level of devotion and tenderness that almost exceeded any look of that nature her mate had ever looked to her with before this moment.
As Catra's fingers gently undid the fastenings of her pants, all she could do was stare into her mate's eyes, stunned to stillness under that adoring and loving expression. Catra pulled her pants slowly down, taking her underwear with them and only when they bunched around her ankles over the boots she hadn't even taken the time to remove before, did Catra break that heavy gaze and look down at the flesh she'd revealed. Rather than take off her boots, she lifted her legs, crawling beneath them until her face was cradled in the hollow between her thighs. Adora was helpless to do anything but follow Catra's nudging direction to open them and her legs wound about her mate, ankles still trapped by her pants.
Her body was tingling, but even as she felt need and a hunger for her mate still in this moment, she was in almost the same headspace shed been in when giving Catra pleasure. It was secondary to her utter fascination with her mate and that look of tender devotion slowly darkening with hunger again as she gazed at the center of passion between her thighs. She knew she was panting, felt herself trembling, but nothing truly existed outside of that fascination in that darkening storm of passion beginning to rage in those heterochromatic depths once more. And then, Catra looked up and Adora felt all of her stilled hunger, all of her stifled need, roar back to life in a rush that had her swooning and panting harder in an instant, as that hungry, primal gaze met hers. Only distantly through that sudden and swimming haze of passion, did she see her mate lean down as her lips parted.
Her mate pressed a firm, open-mouthed kiss right there, right where all of that unbearable need was centered, and Adora's head fell back, body arcing and writhing, as pleasure stole her every other sense. Half a cry escaped her lips, before she remembered the reality of their situation. In a flash, she was biting her own fingers, stifling the sounds her mate's lips and tongue and oh so gently brushing fangs over her center were pulling from her. It wasn't until a hint of lingering flavor met her tongue, that she realized she had bitten the very fingers she'd used to pleasure Catra before. And just like that she was exploding into ecstasy all at once.
It was so sudden and so acute she felt her mate balk for the tiniest of moments in surprise. But then Catra redoubled her efforts and Adora lost everything all over again. The lingering taste of her mate's passion and Catra's lips and tongue and a sharp, barely grazing fangs, were sending her higher and higher, giving her impossibly more and more, even as she was still caught up in the rush of her release. She knew her head was shaking back and forth, hips surging as her heels dug into Catra's back. Her other hand was scrabbling on the bedroll beneath her, trying to find something to cling too as she spun even more wildly out of control, but all of this was secondary under this nearly excruciating pleasure she was experiencing now. It was almost too much, almost too much for her to take. Then, with a surge almost as quick and even more incomprehensibly powerful than the first, she was coming undone all over again and the entire world ceased to exist.
A part of her knew Catra was there, slowing and stilling those glorious touches, but the rest of her was still caught up in that impossibly strong rush. It was everything she'd ever felt and more and there was nothing beyond it. And then she felt a tug, a little pull inside her mind that echoed with love, and she followed it because it was Catra and Catra was her everything too. Suddenly, there was even impossibly more as all of Catra's love and devotion and wondering awe at what they'd just done was spilling through her too.
She felt her mate gently pulling up her pants, fearing the crispness of the air would give her a chill as her passion faded and she was almost crying at the tenderness of the action and the emotion in her mate. Catra's body was then over her, curling into her and she was lifting her swimming head to meet her lips as her mate was already leaning down to kiss her. It was soft, and gentle, full of the devotion still pouring through to her from Catra and it was all she ever wanted and more.
With that kiss, came a thought from her mate that this had only been the second time they'd gotten to explore this passion, this wonderful new way to love one another. Here, surrounded by ears and eyes of people that depended on them with their very lives, they'd gotten to experience this rush, this thrill that was almost greater than the first time, and it made her mate more secure that wherever they were and whatever they faced, this was what she would always want. No matter how wrong a thought it might be, no matter how selfish it made her, she would always be this person who wanted nothing more than to touch her and be touched by her and be lost in her, no matter what it meant.
Adora tried to form the thought to reassure her, wanting her mate to feel how much this was all she wanted too. She was unable to fully do so, as the haze of passion now shifted into the gentle fog of slumber. But even as it wasn't a fully formed thought, she felt Catra smile against her lips and knew har mate had felt the intent and the meaning behind it, even as her mind was slipping into slumber too. With a rushing sigh of love, contentment and weariness, Catra nuzzled into her neck with a soft purr and that fog pulled them under. Love filled them both in a gentle rush and even as the thought was unspoken, they both felt those three, all important words before they succumbed to that cradling darkness of sleep.
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And there we go! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed and I hope to see you along as we head on towards the future.
Until next time, loves! Stay safe and read on! Ja!