Adora's ride on the skiff has been pretty uneventful as she ventures closer and closer to the Whispering Woods. She's decided that she'll get as far into the forest as she can, and then hide the skiff for her return…. If I ever do return, she thinks bitterly at the thought of their guardian.
As she passes the threshold of the woods, she realizes that the forest is dense. She knows, from her cartography class, the exact direction in relation to the alignment of Etheria's moons and time of year; but as she tries to look up, the canopy of trees is blocking her view. She'll just have to trust that she's heading in the correct direction, and when she can find an opening in the trees, she'll double check.
A few minutes go by, but the woods seem to be getting more difficult to navigate on such a large craft. Adora raises her arm to block some of the small branches from hitting her face, but as she does so she obstructs her own eyeline. When Adora realizes that her sight has been obstructed for too long, she braces for the impending lashes and lowers her arm. She can barely see over the edge of her flesh.
Then, suddenly, she sees a giant willowing tree barreling down on her. Adora lets out a scream as she wrenches the steering to the left, but it's too late. She avoids hitting the tree head on, but the rear passenger side takes a huge hit. It causes Adora's body to tense up as she's jettisoned out of the vehicle and flies directly for a tree trunk. Just before she hits, a blinding light reveals her alpha form. Her body collides with the structure, and she begins descending rapidly to land prone on the forest floor.
It takes just a moment for Adora to open her eyes again – this time though, they're glowing. Her brow furrows as she stands. The screeching sound of metal draws her attention to the fire blazing in the distance. The bundle of scrap metal brings realization upon her, and her eyes widen as she takes in the damaged machine. The distance her body had covered between where she currently stands and the skiff is alarming to say the least. But as she reaches down to inspect for any damage, she can't find any. That's when she realizes that not only is she safe and sound, but she's in her other form. Her skin and hair are glowing with golden light.
She hasn't gotten used to seeing herself change like this. The realization is alarming enough to scare the blonde out of her alpha form; and with the difference in height, her body drops to the ground with an 'oof.'
Adora regains her bearings. "Woah," is all she manages to say as she rubs her head. Her body aches some, but she mostly feels energized with renewed stamina. Something about her alpha is so magnetizing. It's another side to her that she's learning to love and get familiar with. The side of her that demands its' will be done.
"I have healing abilities?" she whispers in disbelief. After a short stint of regaining her composure, Adora gets to her feet and tries to remember what's at hand. She scans the treetops until she finds an opening, and she marches off to get underneath it. "Or am I invincible?" she wonders. Adora will just have to test that one out when she gets a chance.
After stumbling over a few large tree roots, she reaches the opening, and the moon casts a near blinding light straight to the ground. She looks upward and can tell that she had been going in the correct direction. She'll just have to move more purposefully as she traverses the new terrain. Adora has heard so many awful stories about the Whispering Woods. There are definitely pigmies out here that eat your flesh. Lonnie said that some 3rd year cadet told her that they existed because the leaders tied him to a tree as a punishment.
She must remain aware.
The atmosphere in the woods is a bit sticky as the summer heat dissipates slowly into the night air. Sweat starts to bead on her forehead, but that's mostly due to her climbing and stumbling over more tree roots. She pants out a few labored breaths as she rushes over to another opening in the canopy of trees. The moons seem to still be in the general direction, but she'll make a shift that should bring her right back on track.
After what feels like hours, Adora finally gets within hearing distance of a nearby town's first morning-risers. The brightest moon peaks over the treetops and Adora moves just a bit further to climb up a sizable tree. When she clambers up to the top of one, she can see the entire perimeter and primary structure known as Brightmoon castle.
The visual instills a vicious urging in her gut to make her way in quickly and quietly. It's not likely that anyone within the palace would be awake so early. It'll be the perfect opportunity.
She decides there's really only one way to do this. She needs all her strength and power to make this mission successful, and in order to make sure of that, she needs her alpha. The thought sends a tingle to a spot inside her brain, and it begins to flourish into a cascade of changing molecules. As if her alpha agrees with the decision, her body begins to change. She gives in to her instincts as she shifts into her alpha for the first time voluntarily.
It feels so natural. Like, she's always meant to do it this way. The restructuring of her body is effortless and smooth. It seems so clear in her head, now. The alpha inside her isn't some beast that she needs to get control over. Her alpha is herself. She is her alpha. They're one and the same. She isn't afraid of controlling her alpha's urges anymore because they're hers, too. Now, Adora knows that those desires were never bad, but letting them dictate her behavior is what she doesn't want. Constraining them into some neat and tidy little box is what caused her to lose control in the first place, because her and the alpha inside were almost always against each other. It was either Adora or her alpha. Never the two as one. It's time, now, to honor her alpha and work together.
The alpha within is powerful. The magic coursing through her veins and under her skin is strong and potent. It creates a flow of energy that radiates outwards. Like she's the sun, here to provide endlessly. She doesn't experience bottom growth like she had before, but she assumes that's only for particular situations.
Adora blushes furiously at the brief thought, but she doesn't feel ashamed. It's like now she understands that each aspect of herself has a purpose and none of those things are bad. It's kind of freeing, actually.
As her feet plant firmly on the ground, she swears she feels a spike of energy nipping at her heels. Something feels familiar. It's as though the energy radiating off her is like what she feels radiating from the ground beneath her. Almost like they're feeding off each other. A constant flow of magic.
Even as she stands there, she's never felt so much magic before. It's a little overwhelming. Adora doesn't understand why there's a connection with her alpha and the magic here, but it's too amazing of a sensation to really dwell on it for long.
It's then that she remembers what she's here for. Her face looks straight ahead as she scopes out the landscape. It seems easy enough. She'll have to gain access by water it seems. If she swims towards the cliffs and then climbs up, she'll have an advantage for getting over the wall of the perimeter. She could also go through the front, but it would be very risky. From what she can see, there seems to be guards outside the main gate and not much coverage from what she can see along the waterfront.
Water it is, she supposes.
When she starts running towards her objective it feels a little cumbersome, but she starts to get the hang of it. Adora sprints before diving into the water. Her longer arms and legs allow her to glide much smoother through the lake than she'd done before while training in the Horde.
When she reaches the cliffside, she barely feels phased by the physical exertion. One foot after the other, she climbs her way up the side of the cliff and scales over the palace wall.
Then, she falls gracelessly to the ground.
The blonde stands to her feet quickly and scans the area for anyone that may have overheard. Then, after feeling safe enough to continue moving, she inhales deeply as she sniffs the air. The faintest scent of Catra lingers, but it is definitely pulling her in a particular direction. It seems to get stronger as she walks along the northern wall until she's under a large tower with multiple open windows. She must be above Adora somewhere. It's encouragement enough to drive the alpha into action, and she reaches up to scale the wall. It's a bit more difficult than the rocky cliff, but she's able to find small foot and handholds.
When she reaches the ledge of a window, she peeks her head up to look inside. The drapes are closed, which gives Adora enough courage to shift her body higher up. Now, she's able to get into a more comfortable position to rest before moving on.
Catra's scent isn't coming from this room, but she can take a breather, so she doesn't fall 50 feet from muscle fatigue. Adora smells the air once more to check her sense of direction, but a strong scent catches her by surprise. It's not the one she's after, but it is familiar. It takes just a moment until she realizes that the lingering reminder tickling her brain is from her interactions with Princess Glimmer. This must be her quarters, she thinks to herself. The emotion it stirs inside her is enough for her to nudge her head closer to the fabric. Glimmer's scent is stronger this time.
A deep growl starts in her chest as a part of her is tempted to go in there and rip that princess's throat out. But a flicker of light in her mind reminds her that this isn't their current mission. She must prevent her urges from taking control for this to work, and for Adora and her alpha to maintain trust. Adora knows her alpha wants revenge, but there's something much more important at stake. Catra. They come to an agreement between them, and she continues climbing from window to window.
Adora spares a few glances downwards to keep an eye on any wandering guards. She finds it unlikely that any one of them would look upwards, but if she was a bored guard of Brightmoon, she'd probably look up at the clouds or something, too. Who are we kidding? No, she wouldn't. Her routes would be perfect and timed down to the second just to maintain an advantage. She also wouldn't repeat her routes in any one pattern so that her enemies couldn't predict where she'd be. Hell, she should write a manual for proper technique.
Adora shakes her head at her silly banter when Catra's scent begins to increase. She was beginning to get irritated with all the climbing, which Catra would give her so much shit for. The blonde laughs internally as her heart flutters.
The increase in aroma creates a roaring fire in the alpha's chest. She begins to climb with new vigor.
The scent seems to undeniably be wafting from the next window Adora finds herself in. Now that she's closer, her senses are filled with a sweet rapture. It isn't just Catra's scent, but it's tinged with something else. It's something familiar, but so different from what she's used to. Her mouth waters as she inhales much deeper than before. Her head begins spinning, and her alpha nearly rushes in to get closer to the source.
Adora climbs all the way inside without regard to her own safety, if only to just get another glimpse of the feline in real life.
Magic doesn't suddenly burst and befall her; but she does hear the most familiar and gut-wrenching sound as a yowl and a hiss are thrown her way from the darkness of the room. These sounds can only be associated in Adora's memory with during, or after Weaver's punishments. Her chest feels like it might implode with emotion as the sound invokes primal things inside Adora. She feels relief, sadness, and concern, but the guilt is what's eating her alive. How could she let this happen to her mate? There's a new part inside of her that breaks. It's this sensation of responsibility and protectiveness that she had failed to provide.
Catra had been subjected to so much pain and torture all because her alpha couldn't get her back sooner. This hidden and foreign sensation nearly knocks her to her knees as the tears fall from her cheeks right by the ledge of the window.
The light had been blocked out for Catra's comfort. It's grating heavily on her head as the beginnings of a headache form.
Catra had demanded Sparkles to find something to block it from the windows and the drapes were the best option on such short notice.
She wasn't expecting, however, to hear a clamor just outside of her visibility; damn death-curtains. The drapes hide a form just behind it. The initial sound erupted a hiss from her throat. Great stars! She thinks as she rolls her eyes. What's becoming of her? She hasn't hissed since Weaver nearly suffocated her to death with magic for the first time. The sound felt good to do, though. Like she's meant to fend off anyone who catches her scent. Glimmer had told her too, that the alphas might get a hint of her scent and try to bother her; but she hadn't actually believed anyone would be dumb enough to climb up near the princess's chambers. She yowls and hisses again, but as she does, she swivels her ears towards the window. Muffled sobs can be heard as the person tries to hold back their emotions.
Catra unfurls herself from her blanket cocoon and emerges from the bed very slowly. As soon as her nose hits the wind, fireworks set off in her chest. That could only be the smell of one person. Her heart starts hammering, and her lower half throbs with want. But the silent cries draw her attention once more. Now that her nose is out of the covers, she can sense Adora's pheromones. They're of distress and pain.
Given the weight of this whole situation, Catra exits the bed slowly. She climbs down as one limb slips out of the bedding and onto the cool tile floor. It soothes her in a way, but she can hardly focus on anything other than the alpha in severe distress. So, she makes it out of her bed and slowly steps forward. Step by step she ventures closer to the drapes. She's about 10 feet away now, when she hears a gasp. Catra continues to cautiously sniff the air. She isn't sure if she's about to be pounced on or trampled on as Adora realizes she's been caught.
Catra waits for the blonde to pull back the drapes to reveal herself, but something inside is telling her that her alpha needs her. So, she reaches for the fabric and a gasp is heard as her fingers lace themselves around the edge. The feline pulls back the drape without exposing herself to the bright morning sun. She stands back a little to avoid the light, but she also realizes that Adora can't see her very well.
"C… Catra?" a voice with the most hopeful tilt to it calls her name and the feline's heart soars.
Catra takes a moment to contemplate if she can withstand the light before she quickly decides and responds with "the light is too bright, come over here."
Adora doesn't think she's breathing right now. The closer she gets the more lightheaded she feels. She passes the threshold of the fabric and heterochromatic eyes come into view.
"Hey, Adora…" Catra says with concern as she moves partially into the light to grab the blonde's arm before she faints. She pulls her fully into the room and once again they're shielded from the bright rays of the sun.
Adora lets go of the breath she was holding to begin sucking in air. Then, she crumbles to her knees as her vision clears and she gets used to the darkness. Catra's form begins to come into reality. Her arms are a bit thicker, and her belly is protruding in a swollen kind of way. Her thighs are plumper as well. She looks… so healthy! Adora could almost cry with relief. She had envisioned a woman with fresh and healing cuts and burns, and probably as thin as a rail, but here she is. She's magnificent, Adora thinks.
Adora's tears flow freely as Catra watches Adora cry in front of her. The feline reaches out her hand and cups the side of the blonde's cheek. She feels unsure of what to do in this moment, but this had always seemed to help when they were younger. It's practically their only form of intimacy between them. It had always seemed to relay exactly what Catra was feeling in those precious moments.
It catches Adora's attention immediately. Her lip trembles as the emotions still force their way through her iron clad walls.
"What's wrong, Adora?" Catra's voice is soft but direct. She needs to know what is wrong so she can rectify it.
"I –" the woman's voice cuts out as her throat clenches on a knot there. It's thick and she can hardly talk around it. "I-I thought you were…" she sobs and gestures her hand vaguely in the air at Catra's body "… tortured and –" her throat clenches again.
It immediately clicks in Catra's mind what the blonde is vaguely implying. The stories that the Horde tells cadets about princesses are slanderous to say the least. The ideas Adora must've concocted in her mind, though; and to then, have them be manipulated further by the old hag herself. Catra's eyes roll and her temper flairs. She growls deeply in her throat at the idea of that woman's hands anywhere near Adora.
The sound catches Adora off guard because she knows that sound. It's the one Catra makes when someone is trying to take something from her, or is too close to something she cares about. It doesn't quite make sense at first until she hears the feline mumble something about 'fucking witch,' which just so happens to be her pet name for Weaver. The dots connect and a shiver of desire spikes through Adora's gut. It hits her like a sucker punch. She takes an inhale of the air, and she's reminded of what propelled her to enter without regard in the first place. It's the sweetest and most desirable scent she's ever experienced. It's like Catra but multiplied by a thousand. The scent makes her mouth water at the idea of Catra owning her. Perhaps, them owning each other.
As soon as Catra is hit with Adora's arousal, she pivots immediately to face the blonde. She notices how Adora is panting at the air only to take in every ounce of Catra's scent. The visual is as intoxicating as it seems. But she knows she's in heat and that it causes involuntary pining from alphas. Is it so terrible, that she hopes Adora wants her for more than just her heat? That her… mate desires her essence.
Catra inches forward and reaches for Adora's face once more. She must know if Adora is alright. But the blonde takes her caress as an urging to press forward. Adora jumps to her feet and collides with Catra. She pulls their bodies into one another until they're flush, but their faces do not meet. The embrace presses their breasts tightly together, and their hips meet easily.
Adora releases the deepest groan she's ever mustered as her member immediately begins to swell at the rough contact. She feels a sudden urge that she can hardly muster any concern about denying. Her hand reaches for Catra's scruff (which for the record, she hasn't been allowed to do since they were four and the other kids started making fun of Catra). Then, she hoists the feline up against the wall. Their bodies regain contact and press together just as tightly as before.
She holds all Catra's weight in her grasp until the feline wraps her legs around Adora's waist.
The rough manhandling had elicited the neediest wine Catra has ever produced. It causes a rush of arousal down between her legs, but as Adora pushes further into her she starts to feel claustrophobic. Adora looks like the tall warrior she remembers from her visions. She knows intellectually that this is her Adora, but it's all too much. This is all happening too fast. She wants Adora, but she just can't. At first, she tries to pull away, but Adora starts nibbling and then biting her neck. Which, unfortunately, makes her legs go weak again.
By harnessing any and all strength she can muster in her current state, she pulls it together and uses her claws. She digs in around Adora's shoulders which elicits a cry of some sort, but it's followed by a needy wine from the alpha as her member really starts throbbing against Catra's hip. Fuck, her pants are ruined at this point. She's so close to giving in. She wants to so badly that her bones ache. Nobody really explained to her how feral it would feel while she was in heat, but knowing who's pressed against her gives her a bit more understanding. But she can't. As she opens her eyes, she realizes why she can't do this, it's just not Adora!
Catra stuns the blonde as she releases a dangerous growl and hiss that would scare the piss out of any cadet. The blonde stops everything she's doing with great effort. Her body is screaming to keep going, but the Adora side of her brain knows that Catra only makes that sound when she's fuming mad. The alpha gulps as she releases the felines neck and slowly backs up. It's almost physically painful as their skin parts one another. Adora gently lowers Catra to the ground. She doesn't know what she's done to elicit such an emotion from the feline, but she needs to focus.
Catra's legs wabble as she's settled back down. And the blonde attempts to move completely away from Catra, and that just won't do. See, Catra now knows what it's like to feel Adora's live physical body grind a beautiful thick masterpiece against her hip and torso; so therefore, the alpha is never allowed to be more than a foot apart and their bodies must be touching at all times. She just also doesn't… can't articulate that right now in the moment, and she clutches her claws into Adora's back again while she emits a low growl. It signifies Catra's need for her presence and that she isn't being rejected. She just hopes that it's coming across the way she wants.
Adora's head is swimming with confusion, but she isn't being mauled so that's something. She shifts back just a few more inches to give her room to meet Catra's eyes. They're pleading with Adora to understand, but she doesn't. "What is it?"
Another low wine and then a growl comes from Catra's throat, but this time she articulates with her hands. She gestures to Adora from her head down to her waist. When Catra rolls her eyes, that's when it clicks. She's only seen Adora like this a few times – even Adora isn't used to her new form. She can't imagine how intrusive this must be.
As if her inner self can understand her thought process, she releases a growl herself.
Catra's eyes shoot down and she lowers her head in response.
When Adora catches the sight, she feels disgusted with herself. It's enough to make bile rise in her throat. Her alpha's urges are strong, but not more powerful than how much Adora cares for the feline. There's no way she'd let herself hurt Catra like this and she makes a decision.
Adora pulls completely away from Catra, and the feline's eyes fill with concern as she does so. "No, no, no…" Catra's voice pleads as she reaches for the blonde.
But Adora has made up her mind. She transforms back into her regular form. Just as the blinding light dissipates Catra meets her eyes. They're blown wide open as if taking in every inch of Adora's frame. When her eyes halt below Adora's belt, the alpha looks down as well and notices the remaining prominent bulge in her pants. She shies away from Catra, but the feline immediately reaches for Adora's nervous hand. They stay like that for a little bit just looking at each other. Stunned to really be in the same room.
Catra can't express how much the distance between their bodies is breaking her heart. So, she pulls Adora back into her orbit.
The alpha sniffs the air again as Catra's arousal becomes clear in the air. "Shit, Catra…"
The feline's eyes shoot up to revel in Adora's reaction. At first, she thinks it's bad, but then she can see the calm on her face. The blonde is pleased.
Catra pulls Adora again to bring her even closer, which is when Adora grabs Catra's other hand.
The moment is sweet yet also charged.
Adora moves her face closer to the feline, and her eyes remain closed. Her nose touches Catra's cheek first which elicits a small sharp inhale from the feline and a burst of pheromones. The blonde lightly traces her nose on the soft skin there in small circles.
Relief, once again, crashes into Adora's heart, and the force from it begins to make her lip tremble.
Catra can feel the tension dissipating as it comes off Adora in waves. Like the ocean crashing into the cliff outside of the castle. The feline also closes her eyes and begins to nuzzle into Adora. She slowly drops the blonde's hands and reaches up behind her neck to pull her in for a hug.
Adora's arms drift south and wrap around Catra's waist until they connect behind her back.
Catra continues to nuzzle the side of Adora's head. It starts out gently, but then she eventually starts scent marking the other woman.
Adora chuckles. They hadn't been this close is so long. It feels like any second now, Shadow Weaver is going to be looming around the corner, like when they were kids. Catra used to scent mark her all the time, but once Weaver caught on, she put a stop to that.
Adora slides her hands up and down the subtle ridges of Catra's back, and she even rubs small circles just above her tail.
The ministrations cause the feline to hum with relief and pleasure. The sound sends arousal straight to Adora's core, but she can't be bothered with that when the one person in the world she's been fighting to get back is within her arms. It's a guilty pleasure to give something like this to Catra. The woman who always looked out for her.
Their bodies settle more comfortably together, then Adora's member rubs against Catra's thigh, and the feline shudders, and gasps.
Suddenly, the energy in the room is charged with new life. Catra is still in heat and very much wants to give Adora pleasure. The hormones are making her think things she's never thought before, but if she doesn't dwell on it for too long, she likes the idea of caving into her desires. The idea of getting a second chance from their first interaction with Adora's new appendage excites her. Her hand continues to play with the baby hairs on the back of Adora's neck until she's brave enough to slide her hands down over her shoulders. The tension there releases as Catra lightly trails her claws over Adora's muscles.
Adora's breath hitches at the movement, but she stands there patiently waiting for Catra to continue.
As the feline does, she takes in her own deep breath smelling Adora's arousal and musk. It's much more potent than it had been in the past. Even in their dreams Adora hadn't smelled like this. It's heady with just the right amount of sweat. Like it was made for her to smell. Like she was the only one meant to smell it.
This wave of possession hits her like a freight train. Adora is hers. She isn't sure what that all means, and it slightly terrifies her, but she isn't going to dwell on it. She knows that Adora is hers and she will ensure that Adora knows how much she belongs to Catra.
Amid her hormonal thoughts, her hand slides down Adora's front and she takes it upon herself to break this sweet moment. Because if Catra was being completely honest, she didn't mind Adora's forcefulness from before. Catra just wants the Adora she remembers. The one she's shared dreams with, and not some alternate – no matter how incredibly hot said alternate is.
Catra's hand dips down over Adora's pants as she grasps her palm over the blonde's straining cock.
Adora responds with the most visceral twitch since she wasn't expecting such a bold gesture from Catra. Although maybe she should have, given their history.
Catra groans into Adora's ear with renewed fire burning in her core. Her hand gently takes in the shape and firmness of her partner's member as her own muscles twitch at the prospect of experiencing Adora in a new way. They've grinded and felt each other on an external level, but nothing like being filled with Adora's pleasure center.
"Fuck," is all Adora can manage to say as the hand delicately teases her already hard shaft. Her right hand immediately flings to the wall behind Catra to help hold herself up. Her other arm grips firmly at Catra's side.
In a moment of weakness, and pure desire, Catra tells Adora "move to the couch."
The blonde lifts her head to stare into Catra's eyes. They are firm and unwavering just as her voice had been. After a timid nod, she turns and walks to rest her aching body on a blissful cushion. Her body is a tad stiff as her hands rest on her thighs and her leg is bouncing nervously.
The motion alerts Catra that Adora also knows how real this is. It's not going to be like their lucid dreams, where it didn't quite feel real, but it also was so much more than any regular dream. Her gaze leaps from the leg to Adora's lust filled eyes, which are heavily lidded.
Catra bites her own lip as she moves closer to Adora. Both women never take their eyes off one another, even when Catra moves to sit on her knees in front of Adora. The move causes Adora to clench her jaw once and lick her lips. Her fingers also twitch as she grabs the fabric covering her thighs.
They won't be bothered. Catra knows this. There are protection spells cast around the entrance to her room – apparently, they hadn't considered someone crazy enough to climb the tower to her window. The thought alone makes Catra's thighs clench. Adora is a powerful and agile alpha. She's determined and incredibly intelligent.
"Adora," the feline says, her voice laced with lust. "I want to give you pleasure."
After a pause Adora says, "give me pleasure?" the blonde asks dumbly.
Catra nods, feeling a tad nervous now that she must explain herself. "Like when it happened the first time." She feels so awkward, but even as her face flushes with embarrassment, she'd give anything to be the cause of Adora's following reaction.
The blonde's breath catches in her throat and her heart nearly stops at those words. She hadn't ever heard Catra be so explicit or direct. It isn't even that lewd to begin with but given Catra's smoky voice and the sweet aroma in the air, her hips twitch with anticipation. "Y-you do?" she still asks because this must be a dream.
"Yes," her eyes drop down to the straining bulge just hidden behind some fabric. Catra would claw away at the threads just to make this quicker, but she wouldn't dare to do something that makes Adora uncomfortable.
"Fuck," the blonde releases with a breath. Her mouth drops open at the sight before her. The alpha within is fucking raging with the urge to take Catra, but she won't do anything the other woman isn't ready for. Her alpha will just have to be patient. The blonde nods her head in agreement and just waits for Catra to make the first move.
Adora grips at her pants again as if to restrain herself. It makes Catra's need build even more. She will make Adora feel good. Pleasuring Adora is all she can think about – to give her alpha all of herself.
Catra slides her palms up Adora's thighs, tracing over the blonde's clenched hands to relieve them of their current position. With all diversions out of the way, Catra stares down again at one of the primary sources of Adora's pleasure. She will spend her time thoroughly figuring out all the sources, but right now, the one that's demanding the most need is right in front of her face.
Instead of continuing to stare, Catra takes the leap and reaches for Adora's member. The feline makes sure to touch gently as she grazes it with her fingertips – a memory of their first time similarly compromised reminds her of how sensitive it is.
Adora immediately growls out a groan, and her hands fling out to the cushions on either side of her body to grip with all her strength.
Catra looks up into grey eyes to make sure she hadn't done anything wrong, but all she sees is lust and reverie. It makes the feline feel incredibly powerful. How can she invoke something so primal from Adora just by a simple touch? It's maddening.
Suddenly, Adora's attention is ripped away from blue and yellow eyes. She looks angrily at the doorway, where Catra can hear people on the other side. She swears, if it's fucking Sparkles checking-in or some shit, I'm going to freak out.
When nothing further happens, Catra releases her breath. But Adora's face is still angry; and now, the alpha is getting up. "Hey, what are you doing?" Catra asks the blonde frustratedly.
"I can smell them, they're alphas," she voices lowly. Adora feels extremely aware of their movements and unreasonably protective of Catra.
The feline can smell the change in Adora's pheromones. She reaches her hand out to grab Adora, but it's like trying to stop a train. Adora nearly drags Catra along behind her as she moves closer to the entrance. It's then, that Catra moves around to get in front of the blonde to stop her from leaving. "Are you crazy? You can't go out there!" she whisper yells. "There're magical charms, or some shit, protecting me from them. They can't smell me or you. Nobody knows. Glimmer made sure."
Adora shifts her gaze back to the Magicat at the mention of Glimmer, and she lets out a scoff from her nose.
"It's not what you think. Glimmer's not so bad." Catra's demeanor begins to take on a softer position as she adjusts to fold her arms over her chest.
The words fall on deaf ears as Adora glares at the door again. She sniffs the air and can certainly smell alphas nearby. Her focus is pulled from the door, though as Catra physically pulls on her arm in the other direction.
Adora turns towards Catra with a clear understanding of what she must do. The next few moments flutter by in a blur. She reaches for the same arm that was just holding her own captive. The feline turns to face Adora since she doesn't understand what's happening. When they lock eyes, the alpha inside of Adora is decisively sure of what she must say next.
The blonde walks Catra backwards until her backside is pressed into the arm rest of the couch – her tail sways anxiously behind her. Adora takes her sweet time shifting closer to Catra. The blonde clenches her jaw as she tries to stay focused, because this moment must sink in. She must make herself very clear.
Adora brings her hands to Catra's shoulders as she massages circles with her thumbs in her soft fur. She can sense Catra's unease. There's uncertainty in her body language as Adora looks down to Catra's fingers fidgeting in her lap.
The feline trembles from anticipation. She isn't sure how much more of this shit she can take.
Adora can no longer hold herself at bay. She places her palm gently on the side of Catra's throat. Adora ascends to caress her jaw, and even further to then pause at the back of her head. Adora grabs Catra's locks at the base of her skull and gently pulls her in very closely until the alpha's nose and lips caress Catra's temple. She can smell something so strongly Catra it almost brings tears to her eyes. And when the love she feels becomes so immense, and the emotions can no longer be held back, she releases a guttural "Mine."
The feline's body trembles from the hot breath caressing her ear. Adora's pheromones are intoxicating as she all but claims Catra with her scent. It wraps around them both. There's no way she'd be able to walk within ten feet of someone without them knowing. That single word eliminates any, and all, concern Catra has about Adora's strange behavior. Of course, the dummy is going to say something so damn sexy while Catra's literal body is betraying her. That single word makes her proverbial walls crumble down to rubble as every ounce of her being wants to slide into Adora's embrace and never leave.
Since Catra's in a seated position on the arm rest, she ends up pulling on Adora's lower back which nestles the blonde's ever persistent member directly into her own center. The feeling of Adora's hard cock makes her gasp and reminds her of their situation. Her feelings are just all over the place. Guh, make it stop! she screams internally.
Then, she truly allows herself to feel. Adora isn't shoving her off and she isn't backing away. If anything, she's gripping Catra just a tad harder. The feline focuses on her center as her legs widen and accept Adora's embrace gladly. Her lips spread, just covered by a sliver of fabric from her leggings, and Adora's cock presses against her filling every inch with sensation. When her hips involuntarily twitch her walls clench as her open lips slide against Adora. Their clothes are in the way, and she doesn't get the full sensation of feeling Adora's bare skin slipping through her folds, but she can feel it. She can feel Adora.
The grunts and moans that tumble from Adora's mouth are like drops of liquid ecstasy. Her grip on Catra tightens, and they're two seconds away from losing themselves to their senses. But, fuck, it just feels so good, Catra thinks – or did she say that out loud?
The feline rocks her hips as she continues to slide Adora's cock against her own clit. The pressure and sensation rubbing through the thin fabric of her leggings is just too fucking good. This divine friction over her sensitive bud ignites a flame within her already burning core. Catra has been in aching pain for the last two whole days, and so far, this is the only thing that has given her an ounce of relief. Her core is begging to be filled and fucked until the pressure inside releases.
Her walls continue to flutter as the friction becomes a godsend. Her head lolls back, and her arms grip at Adora's arms to hold herself from falling backwards. The new position increases the pressure of Adora's straining shaft into her center. It's like a rapture. Her soul is inches from leaving her body as she mutters nonsense from her mouth. "Shit, shit -oh, oh!" her lip trembles as the emotions become too great. Adora's cock lightly presses over her opening and becomes a salve for her aching center. "Nnnngh, ah –"
Then, Catra cuts herself off from making any further sounds. In a moment of unadulterated terror, Catra can't believe she's lost herself so thoroughly in Adora's arms. She immediately opens her eyes looking for reassurance, and sure enough, Adora's gaze is locked onto her every move. They burn into Catra's soul as the blonde takes in every ounce of what Catra is giving her.
Adora is indeed feeling pleasure, sure enough to Catra's surprise. Her cock feels the heat from Catra's body nearly burning through her. But the gorgeous unfolding of what's happening beneath her is unlike anything she's ever experienced. Her eyes try to take in every twitch and strain of muscle. The feline's arms are the only thing holding her up as she literally grinds her center against Adora. It's the most intense image she's ever dared to dream of seeing. She's imagined Catra teasing Adora and offering to pleasure the alpha, but she hasn't ever conceived of how unbearably erotic it is to watch her enjoying her own pleasure. The motions against her shaft are unbelievably pleasant, but it isn't at all overpowering. She hardly even considers her own pleasure as she watches her mate take her pleasure from Adora. Catra is using her to satisfy herself, and Adora considers no greater honor than providing this for her.
When Catra opens her eyes and panic strikes her features, Adora looks down at the feline's mouth. It takes all but a few seconds before Adora pulls Catra back up against her body and presses her lips tightly against Catra's.
The small sound of shock is what comes first, before a low moan of pleasure comes from Catra's throat. It vibrates against Adora's mouth, and she can feel it reverberate through her chest.
The feline's body had stilled while they kissed for the first time in real life. Not a dream, because this is definitely no dream. There couldn't be one accurate enough to depict the true sensation of Adora's lips against hers. This is like magnetism, every time she goes to move for oxygen Adora chases after her, and visa versa.
But now that Catra's mind has caught back up to the present moment and time no longer stands still, she begins to grind her center against Adora's cock once more. This time she moans into Adora's mouth, and the alpha nearly collapses as her knees buckle from the sensation. This reinstates Catra's vigor as she takes. She demands her pleasure, and it must be satisfied. Her alpha will make sure of that.
Adora loves every sound and new sensation that Catra is willing to give her. She never thought a moment like this was possible. A moment like this was only meant for her dreams and never her reality. How can anything this incredible, be this real?
When Catra resumes grinding against her, she nearly buckles to the ground. It helps that Catra is still mostly resting against the couches arm. All the sensations combined are now causing an even greater swelling of Adora's cock, particularly at the base of her shaft. "Shiiiiit," Adora moans out as Catra's hips rock against her.
Catra can feel the new growth taking place beneath her and it causes her to make feral noises. At first, she hadn't thought much of the difference in sensation, but given the placement that she can feel against her throbbing clit clues her in; because she knows damn well what's happening. They told her about knotting and how an alpha's genitalia swells at the base to lock the pair in place while the alpha comes inside of their partner. It also is giving Catra an excellent surface to rub her swollen clit on. She's close. She's beginning to peak! To what? She doesn't know, but it's unavoidable. "Oh! Shit, Adora!"
The blonde gasps as her eyes shoot open and she yanks her face away from Catra. For a split second, she thinks she's hurting her, but then she knows it's not pain. Catra doesn't stop. Her hips never stop rocking as she begins wailing.
"Ahhh!" her raspy voice screams. Catra's walls clench and spasm as her clit pounds with a powerful force. She's never felt anything like this before. Her claws dig into Adora's back. It's an intense rushing wave of unadulterated pleasure. It's so overwhelming that tears begin to prick at the corners of her eyes. Her mouth mutters a mess of syllables that sound something akin to Adora's name, but she's swimming in pure bliss and can't be bothered to worry about such things.
Adora sees stars as Catra comes undone in front of her. The blonde has made herself come to images of the feline tormenting her, so she knows what it feels like for the pleasure to pound through her member. But watching someone else come is a brand-new experience on a whole new plane of existence. She can't take her eyes off Catra climaxing in her arms. Then, she notices the tears and brings the woman closer into her body. Catra finishes rocking her wet center against Adora, and her body is nearly limp after the exertion.
The feline's head falls to rest on Adora's left shoulder as she tries to replenish the oxygen in her lungs.
"Are you okay?" Adora mutters very lightly into Catra's ear, and all she can do is nod.
The blonde's arms move to grab under Catra's thighs as she lifts her up – legs wrapped firmly around her waist. She walks Catra over to what she assumes is the bed. As she settles them both down into a laying position, she realizes how soft and cushiony the bed is. It's a bit much if you ask her…
Catra rubs her face into Adora's neck with new life. She surrounds herself in Adora's scent. It's enough to distract her entirely from the weird smell of unused bedding. They'll have to make it smell like them. This will be their place. The place she keeps Adora in her arms and enveloped in her musk.
When Adora shifts into a more comfortable position on her side, Catra can feel Adora's need.
As if she hadn't just spent her entire body's energy supply, she's revived by her alpha. The need to please her and release her knot is of the utmost importance. She shifts her body down the bed to place her face directly in front of Adora's cock.
"You don't have to," Adora says as she looks down into heterochromatic eyes.
And that's what Adora just doesn't understand. Of course, she doesn't have to, but every fiber of her being is telling her she must – for her alpha. Catra shoves her head against Adora's chest. The soft feeling of her ample breasts presses against Catra's face. Hiding herself emboldens the feline to do what she must – what she desires most. Her hands travel to Adora's stomach and rub down, intentionally avoiding her shaft, and then down her thighs.
The gasp from Adora is of surprise and anticipation. The blonde grabs Catra's head and hugs her tightly to her chest.
Catra turns her face and begins to nip and mouth at the flesh in front of her. It's clothed for now, but the fabric between them feels unbearable. It's stuffy and inconvenient.
In a move that Catra will end up regretting later, she tears the fabric away from Adora's chest and creates her own damn window. Adora's chest easily falls out of the fabric and a nipple is sucked between Catra's teeth and lips. She sucks hard, not because she knows Adora likes it or not, but because she can hardly do anything less. Her arousal is so strong, and Adora's pheromones are inundating the recesses of her mind. Catra must take Adora. She needs her inside. Between her legs until her knot swells and entraps them both.
The feline growls with hunger at the thought and she's reminded where her attention must go. She shimmies further down the bed until she's just at eye level with Adora's cock. She turns the alpha on her back, and before she undoes Adora's pants, she investigates lust filled eyes. After a quick affirming nod from Adora, Catra unties her pants and grips the hem.
Before Catra can move an inch, the reality of what's going to happen kicks in, and a slight terror overcomes her. What if she isn't good at this? What if she can't give Adora the pleasure she'd so hoped to return? As she stares at Adora's bulge the pressure begins to build in her chest. It's almost like panic.
"Hey," comes from above and Catra looks up to meet the blonde's eyes. "You don't have to." Adora leans up on her right elbow so that she can reach out her left hand to card through Catra's hair.
Adora is a second away from reaching down for Catra's hand and pulling her up, when Catra notices her heaving chest. Her tits her out on display and her nipples are hard. Her shirt is lifted revealing her toned abdomen. Adora is a sight to behold.
That's when she knows. She's already given Adora so much pleasure. The alpha's cock is so hard she can see it throb occasionally under her pants and it makes Catra's mouth water. She had done that. Catra had made Adora feel so good that she's straining against her pants.
Heterochromatic eyes pin Adora in place as a feral look overtakes the feline's face. "Shit," is all Adora can say as she all but pants out her breaths. She's in disarray. Her cock is throbbing and needy. She's probably only a few touches from coming undone.
Catra confronts her fears as she lowers the hem of Adora's pants. They're a bit snug, so she puts most of her effort in getting it down past Adora's ass (which she will definitely be praising later). Anticipation pins Catra in place as she just stares at the still clothed bulge in front of her face. Before she moves the pants any further down, she comes closer to gently nuzzle her open mouth against the alpha's cock. It immediately responds to her touch as either it throbs or Adora's hips buck. The feline begins to lazily plant kisses over Adora's bulge, enjoying the small reactions she receives in return as well as just enjoying her time worshipping her alpha.
A low purr starts to emanate from Catra's throat. The sensation is light, and just enough that the sensitive flesh does not ignite into tortuous flames. The feline glances up and Adora's head is thrown back as she rests on her elbows. She had been just moments away from pulling Catra up the bed, and she wonders now if she's glad she was not successful.
"Oh, fuck," is all the alpha can mutter as she does her best to enjoy the experience without rushing it. Because she knows if she wants to, she could finish from this. It's just enough torture that she could make the rushing blood pump through her shaft, but she doesn't want to. She wants Catra's mouth. The teasing temptress just loves to make her struggle. A growl escapes her throat as she can sense her alpha is urging her to take Catra, but she won't have any of it. This will not be some crazed rut that she vaguely remembers afterwards. It won't be something she will swallow wholly without enjoying the taste of every last micron.
Catra, finally feeling emboldened by her alpha's response, pulls back her face so she can reveal her prize. What had she earned herself? It was nearly getting hit in the face by Adora's cock as it sprung free from it's confines. The groan Adora produces from the cool air hitting her shaft and the release of pressure is vulgar. It now rests on the alpha's stomach completely red and swollen. Her knot throbs and makes the entire shaft move.
"Fuck, Adora," is all that comes out of Catra's breathy throat. A pathetic whine is heard from above and everything changes. Adora's face reveals discomfort and it launches Catra into action. "It's okay, I'll take care of it," she says as her voice is rough and drenched with desire. Another whine comes from above.
It's not clear who's going to kill who from the amount of desire building in the room, but Adora is very close to either death, or leaping out of the very high up window. When she looks back down, she sees Catra catching onto her weak sounds of need. And when she voices her intent, Adora nearly chokes.
Catra finally takes her position seriously as she lightly grasps Adora's cock with her right hand. She begins to slide her palm up and down Adora's shaft. The instant reaction of the alpha's bucking hips takes Catra's breath away. Her mouth waters as she watches Adora hump into her hand. It is a sight to behold as Adora's muscular thighs writhe just below as she thrusts her own dick into Catra's hand.
The feral lust that spreads through her insides, just watching Adora do this, encourages her think of something more that she can do for her alpha. She isn't sure where the idea comes from, but Catra opens her mouth to devour Adora's swollen head.
The alpha stops her hips entirely as her eyes shoot open. The warm heat at the tip of her cock is enthralling. The sensation is entirely intoxicating and also overwhelmingly powerful.
Because Adora has stopped moving, Catra takes it upon herself to languidly lathe her tongue over the tip of Adora's cock. It had already started leaking small spurts of come to which Catra took great pleasure in swallowing. Her insides were telling her to take everything her alpha had to give her.
It's then that she gets the bright idea to use her other hand and wrap it around Adora's knot. Catra looks up to see Adora's reaction, and she is wrecked. Her mouth is open, and her beautiful breasts are heaving with the need for air. The blonde's eyes squeeze shut and her entire body clenches. She growls a low sound until it all escapes at once into a crying wail.
Catra feels every moment of Adora's cock erupting in her hands. The force of her cum takes Catra by surprise, but she takes what had slipped out and uses it on her hands to make the sliding much easier. Her hands pump up and down Adora's shaft as her mouth continues to praise the tip for it's release.
Adora thinks she might actually die! She has never come like this before. It's so powerful she stops breathing entirely as her body pumps every last ounce of blood to her cock and to her face. The force is so sudden and takes her by surprise that all she can do is clench her body as it struggles to embrace the pleasure she's undoubtably feeling. It just also feels like she's dying. After the first shocks of sensation travel through her body, the pulsing from her knot to her tip begins to carry her through the rest of her orgasm. "Catra! Fuck, Cat-Cat-Cat!" The words just keep tumbling as that tongue continues to destroy her.
Finally, Adora remembers that she can move her body and uses her arms to halt any further ministrations. "Not the tip," is all she can manage to get out.
A devilish smile comes over Catra's face as she looks back at Adora. She removes her mouth, but her hands continue to pump up and down Adora's shaft.
When Adora stops blubbering nonsense, she regains her breath. The pleasant sensation of Catra's hands never stops, though. After the first initial build up has waned away, Adora is ready to tell Catra she can stop what she's doing, but she also doesn't want to. It just feels so good. The alpha smells the air and can all but swim in Catra's arousal. The idea of sliding her cock through wet tight folds is nearly enough to get her started for another round. But she wants more. This is all so much, but also not enough!
Adora reaches down and grabs a disappointed feline, removing her from her intoxicating services.
But when Catra realizes that Adora is pulling her up to also pull her into her body, she languidly accepts. They kiss sweetly and slowly as their bodies hum between them. The livewire they've created still buzzes and it's not going out anytime soon.
The blonde instinctively moves her hands to rub underneath Catra's shirt along her back. It's always so soft just above her tail. It hasn't been a place she's been allowed to touch since they were young – a.k.a. before Weaver made them feel shameful for touching each other in those ways. She wasn't ever sure what "those ways" meant until now. But she feels nothing like shame, and only adoration. Her hands continue to travel up Catra's bare back as she kisses her deeply.
Adora shifts the other woman so she rests between the alpha's legs. Their legs entwine and Catra can still feel Adora's hard cock beneath her. They've trapped it between their bodies. She imagines it must be uncomfortable, but also feeling it so hard on her stomach is enough to make her walls clench. "Fuck," is all she can voice between kisses. Catra rubs her torso against Adora and her swollen shaft.
Adora groans into Catra's mouth. She very much would like to continue, but she has other important things to attend to. Like getting Catra's shirt off. She pulls the hem that had risen to nearly her shoulder blades over her head. The fabric is tossed away without regard, and Adora just stares. The tip of her cock peaks out under Catra's belly as she stares between the feline's perky tits. They're so soft looking and when her hands cup them, she finds that they are indeed very soft.
The moment Adora realizes just how amazing they feel, she's hoisting Catra up higher to suck one into her mouth. The nipple buds firmly on her tongue as she rolls over it.
"Nnngh," is all that comes from the feline's throat. With how far Adora slid Catra up, this new position Catra places her lower lips over Adora's hard cock. It's so startling to feel each sensation, that it enraptures her until it's all she can focus on. She can't stop rocking her hips as she grinds Adora's member into her own stomach.
"Fuck," Adora whispers in awe at the sight before her. But this isn't enough. Adora shoots her hands to Catra's leggings and grips them to roughly tug them down the feline's legs. As soon as the offensive fabric is discarded Adora places Catra exactly where she belonged a moment ago.
And, oh.
This is a bliss Adora has never known before. Catra's heated core slides against the alpha's cock and she stops to flick her clit on Adora's tip. The blonde's eyes are nearly bulging out of her head. She's fully enraptured as wet purple folds glide over her throbbing member.
Not only do her lips feel decadent, but the sight is almost enough to send her over the edge, again. Already! Her mouth drops open as she blatantly stares at the feline once more begins taking things into her own hands as she pleasures herself on Adora's cock. But Adora has had enough time watching and would much rather do something. The alpha lowers her hand and instead of the head of her cock hitting the woman's clit, she uses the pads of her three fingers to incessantly rub at the swollen nub.
Catra immediately reacts as the pressure applied is slightly too much, but also incredibly addictive. Her opening grinds on Adora's cock as those devilish digits send her into another world. But her center is begging for more; unfortunately, the more than pleasant rubbing on her clit is overpowering her thought processes. Her hips start rocking more fervently as Adora continues to build her up.
Sweat drips from Adora's brow as she puts all her effort into massaging a tit in her one hand, kissing the moans tumbling out of Catra's mouth and rubbing her fingers over Catra's clit. She can tell the other woman is close. She becomes much more vocal, and this instance is no different.
"Ahhhh-doraaaah!" Catra cries out as her hips rock more harshly onto the alpha's cock. It's so firm and applies the right amount of pressure on her opening.
Catra's hips start rocking so roughly that she slides up too high, and the tip of Adora's cock makes contact with her entrance. The sensation births stars behind Catra's eyes and she quickly reaches down to get a better angle to insert Adora's head into her opening. The sensation of being filled had never been something Catra had desired before, but there's no way in hell she'll ever live life the same again.
Adora's cock throbs harshly as she feels Catra swallow her bit by bit. At first, they're both shocked, but when neither shares any qualms about the new position, they embrace it with all of their focus.
The groan that comes from Adora's throat can only be described as primal. She grabs onto Catra's hips immediately and does her best not to slam their flesh together.
"Oh, fuck, Adora" Catra moans aloud as she clenches her own muscles. The deep stretch she feels within her walls is nearly enough to make her cry. It's not from pain, but it's as though she's been waiting her whole life for Adora to enter her. Like all she needed for this damn heat was to be filled to the brim by Adora's shaft.
Their bodies begin to writhe in a rhythm all on it's own. Every thrust Adora gives, Catra grinds back down into her. The pair are nearly inseparable besides the massive knot that Catra isn't so sure she can take quite yet. When she looks down at Adora for a check-in the blonde's eyes are clenched tightly, and her mouth is open to let the air in and out more easily. Her lips let some grunts escape as Catra's walls clench on her shaft. The feeling of being enveloped was never something Adora considered her pleasure would feel like in life, but being an alpha allows her the possibility.
Catra starts realizing how close she's getting to cascading down once more. She wasn't that far from climax before she had been penetrated by her mate's hard cock, and now she's feeling far greater bliss than before. What truly sends her into oblivion is Adora's fucking fingers have found her sensitive clit once again.
The alpha can barely contain her arousal, but in her mind, it's Catra's turn. She'll make sure she comes undone first. Don't consider her a saint, though because Catra coming on her cock is going to be one of the greatest sights she deems she'll see her whole life.
When the feline looks down and sees Adora biting her own lip with deep adoration and arousal, she finally feels free enough to let go. Her clit pounds with pleasure as Adora continues her ministrations and a flood of liquid spills out of her and over Adora's cock and hips. She's covered and Catra can't seem to mind in the slightest.
Adora's cock throbs heavily at the sight she bears witness to.
"Ahhh- ahh- ahhh! Fuck! Shit! Ador-aaaah!" Catra's mouth releases everything she has until all she can do is yell and cry. Her walls writhe and clench on Adora's cock that fills her inside.
Shortly after witnessing the peak of Catra's release, Adora comes too. The tip of her cock throbs, but not nearly as harsh as before. Catra bounces her body up and down in short little movements causing her to slide up and down Adora's shaft with wet heat. Catra reaches out and grabs at Adora's shoulders to stabilize herself as she grinds down on Adora's cock with a new fervor. This causes Adora to feel a more intense wave of her orgasm as her knot begins to feel the weight of Catra's grinding.
"Fuck, Adora!" she all but cries out. It's as though Catra can't stop, her walls clench and they allow more and more of Adora's knot inside of her. They grind and glide against each other in a dance of bliss. The pleasure never seems to cease as they fuck each other into oblivion.
Adora realizes it first when Catra finally takes in all her knot. It lasts for a torturous few moments, but when she finally feels fully enveloped by Catra's slick heat, she knows. Her entire body burns with hot flames. As if she's been possessed, Adora quickly and immediately switches their positions with a roll of their bodies. It causes a slight bit of pain, but nothing they deem bothering enough to stop, and now, Adora is on top of Catra as their bodies slot together.
Nothing can stop her hips from moving when Adora realizes she has Catra beneath her. She slots herself between Catra's legs and the feline quickly wraps them around the blonde's waist.
It's all the permission the alpha needs. She grabs Catra's thighs to gain some leverage and begins thrusting herself deeply into Catra.
The first sentence the feline musters together is "oh, fuck!" Adora is grinding them together so tightly her clit is trapped between Adora's knot and her own body. The sensation is maddening. She thought she was cumming before, but now she's thoroughly wrecked. Her breathing is ragged and she's barely able to clench her own walls because she's so full. Then it all crashes down. "Stars! Ador-aaaaaaaaaah!" The wail comes out loud and full of emotion. Catra's tears are flowing freely as she begins to see stars behind her eyelids. She's coming and she feels herself leaking all over as warmth trickles down her body and onto the bedding.
Adora's eyes are open the entire time as she watches Catra come undone. The immensely beautiful scene taking place beneath her is enough to send her over, too. "Catr-aaaahhh! Nnngh!" she groans aloud as her cock and her knot release heavy spurts of cum. She can't believe she still here in this plane of existence. It's as though she's been sucked into a wormhole and into another dimension. If that's even possible. Without thinking Adora embraces Catra and slots her face into the crook of the feline's neck. After what feels like endless pleasure, she feels a deep desire to bite. She can't and won't resist it. It's so strong of a pull, it would be nearly impossible. So, she sinks her teeth into Catra's neck which earns her another yowl of pleasure from the woman.
Before long, Catra is doing the same to Adora. Her teeth had been burning for Adora's flesh. Like she's meant to sink her teeth into her soft shoulder.
The final waves of pleasure rock through them both as Adora empties herself into Catra. Their bodies are panting messes when they finally decide to release their bites. Both are utterly spent and can't stand to spend a second longer with their eyes open. It's then that they both dive into sleep headfirst. Their bodies are still entwined with Adora resting her whole body onto Catra as their breaths even out.
A/N
Thank you so much for always being so patient with my updates. Y'all are amazing! Thank you.