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Catra marching down the hallway of the Fright Zone. Every soldiers stumbling tiredly straightening up and saluting her as she passed by. The noticeable sag in their shoulder as soon as she walked passed, the deep sunken bags in their exhausted eyes behind those helmets that revealed just how much the war drained from them.
From all of them.
She walked by the bunks. The distant sounds of chattering and laughing causing her ears to perk up, her steps faltering and halting for just a moment. Something oddly familiar snaking around and gripping at her heart. The curiosity gnawing at her so Catra peeked into the bunk beds she haven't stepped foot in for a long time.
The rustling and bustling was all from the cadets in the room. Younger cadets—a little reminiscent of her past and along with some of the Crimson Waste thugs that they had recruited (or forced to join) during her time in the Wastes. All of them gathering around in the middle, hooting and hollering as they placed their bets.
The main event at the moment was the two cadet soldiers playfighting, every other cadets and younger soldiers either standing around or sitting on their cots, cheering and jeering them on. Ration bars and other goods being tossed over in the betting pile on who was the better fighter as the two continued scrapping in the center of the room.
One of the cadet was an older lizardfolk, easily putting the smaller humanoid cadet in a headlock. His tongue flicking out teasingly and hissing at the squirming captive as his grip tightened around their neck.
The smaller cadet was trying to squirm out. Their face turning red from exertion with their poor attempts in prying the strong scaled arms around their neck.
Everyone else around watching continued only yelling in excitement. Some even hooting and jokingly telling the lizardfolk to "Finish them off."
The cadet still struggling in the tight lock, scrambling to get out. The laughs and cheers. The yells. Banging and slamming. Everything was becoming too loud and overwhelming in Catra's ears.
Another shout breaking through all the noise and suddenly the young lizard cadet was on the ground, thrown onto his ass, slit eyes blinking before widening as they stared up at the Second in Command of the entire Horde army glaring back down at him. Their opponent behind her, still gasping and catching their own breath, also shocked at the sudden appearance of the very fearsome leader.
Everyone was in stunned silence as the much higher ranked officer was in the cadets' bunkbeds, instantly putting a stop to the rowdiness.
"H-Hey...uh...c-commander?" One of the other soldiers squeaked out frantically trying to subtly hide their ration bars that were growing in the betting pool. "We...we were...uh...just..."
Catra's eyes continued sweeping the room. All of those young faces, those naive minds, simply just poor tools to be used and thrown away once finished.
Her gaze landing back onto the cadet still panting from their losing match. The smaller cadet looking up at Catra with fear in their eyes. Something about how the younger soldier trembling on the ground in front of Catra only reminded Catra of herself. When she was small. Weak. Trembling and staring up at Shadow Weaver.
Her lips pulling back into an angry snarl.
"All of you! Get out!"
Catra could hear her own voice booming angrily, loudly, in her own ears. Every single soldiers in the bunks jerking up at the loud shout.
"What are you all slacking off for?! Get out now! Don't you lazyasses got anything better to do then play around?!"
The soldiers quickly scrambling all out of the room, none of them wanting to stay another second to witness their Commander's infamous tantrums. Several other rooms having already met the same fate as the communication room.
Their footsteps and whispering hushed voices soon fading away, chattering with each others about how their superior was such a crazy bitch.
"Geez, what is with her, I swear! We still had like a few hours before we had to head out!"
"Always hissing and yelling at us, damn! Never giving us a break!"
"Maybe she's in heat or something."
Some of them snickering amongst themselves, not knowing that they were still within earshot of the feline-like woman's very keen hearing. It's not like she cared. She knew they were all always talking shit about her. All of them were.
But Catra would definitely be sure to send that squadron to the frontlines, and she's not expecting them to return.
Her gaze sweeping along the now empty room. The bunks all looking the same as she remembered. The same rows of beds, with the same blanket and single pillow on each similar cots.
But there was still something that made the place seem different.
Something...missing.
Someone.
Catra inhaling deeply through her nose. The scent here was different. Too different, filled with all sorts of new scents. Overwhelming the old lingering smells. The whole entire place smelling so...foreign now. Her hackles rising. It was too unfamiliar now. No longer feeling safe. No longer feeling comfort.
When was the last time she felt any of those things though?
She stumbled over to what used to be their—no...her bed. The little doodles they made. The scratch mark she marred.
It was covered up with gray paint now.
The bed no longer smelling the same either, a new scent now overtaking it. A new owner. The smell above the bed also different. Someone else now taking claim of the bunkbeds.
Something about this whole thing only made Catra feel nauseated. Her head spinning and she quickly left the place that no longer contained anything left of her past.
So instead, Catra went back into her own quarters, the walls all marred with scratches, the desk overturned, everything an absolute whirlwind of a mess. She stumbled onto her ruined bed full of tears and holes that she have torn into.
Her body tensed, wired up like a spring ready to snap.
She was so close. So close to winning
Yet...why didn't it feel good?
Catra had the power and respect she fought and clawed her way to reach up to. Without having to rely on anyone. She fought back against the Princess' and their pathetic rebellions, going further than any other Horde Soldier ever did. Outsmarting the magic and savagery of those princesses.
She accomplished so much.
But why did she still feel so small?
Horde Prime would be here soon and they had to finish this. They have to win.
She ripped her mask off, dropping it off the edge of the bed, the loud metallic clattering noise ignored as she felt another fresh wave of tears crashing over her.
Why did she still feel so empty?
Her arm raising up, claws out and marring the walls with yet another scratch with a frustrated yell.
"Poor kitty crying~" the voice cooed, the large muscular arms wrapping around Catra's shoulders, the golden bands gleaming along with the red veins coursing along one wrist, because of course her hallucinations and nightmares will continue to apparently haunt her either way.
Catra growled in retort, her hand moving up to grip the large forearm and sinking her nails into the mass of muscles draped over her. The harsh red marred bloodied scars joining along with the bleeding glowing veins. The giant only laughing as if the claws digging into their arm was nothing to them.
She-ra releasing her hold on Catra before moving her hands down and tightly gripping down Catra's hips, pushing the feline down onto her bed facedown with the blonde warrior on top of her, limiting her movements with their own heavy weight. Catra letting out another shout, slightly muffled from the bedsheets as the much larger woman continued pushing her down.
Catra's head still spinning, barely able to hold back the sobbing tears at the humilation of her own subconscious still creating these shameful scenarios as her own mentality continue to plummet.
"Hold still." She-ra growls threateningly from above her. Catra's wrists being pulled back behind her. Something tightening around, coiling her thin wrists together and keeping her arms locked behind her back.
A hand tangling into her hair and Catra's head was tugged up. She-ra already slipping their fingers right at the delightfully teasing garment showcasing Catra's delicious bosoms before tearing the fabric down completely, freeing Catra's breasts into the open. Catra gasped at the air brushing her bare chest, her heart hammering hard as she could already feel the arousal budding up. Her thighs almost twitching open on their own accord if it wasn't for the large mass of muscle crushing her down onto her bed.
Satisfied that the unruly kitten was successfully binded and in no way able to struggle nor fight back anymore, She-ra turned her captive around to face them. Catra now lying on the bed with her arms binded behind her, her head turned to the side refusing to look at the other woman.
She-ra gleaming down hungrily, their larger form straddling the much smaller woman before continuing on with their exploration on the now defenseless body. Hands palming those small breasts before fingers pinching at the harden sensitive nipples causing the poor helpless girl to gasp and whine.
Catra doing her best to try and wriggle away to no avail, her sobbing gasps and barely restrained moans only igniting the blonde's hunger even more for the trapped brunette, she was lifted up higher, her bare chest presented for She-ra viewing pleasure. She-ra shoved their face into Catra's chest, rubbing themself against inbetween where the softest part of the tufts of fur lay. Catra letting out a yowl, trying to kick the big lug away from her.
The blonde muscled monster actually had the audacity to happily hum and grunt before pressing their face closer to the soft furry paradise, letting out an insane giggle. Catra gasping, biting back the hiss as she could feel the hot breath breathing against her chest, the hot condensation damping her fur. The giant blonde woman breathing in deeply, feeling and hearing that thudding heartbeat frantically beating beneath the layer of fluff.
She-ra thankfully finally pulled back, but then began placing hot kisses around Catra's areola, nipping at every bit of flesh they could reach. Purposely licking a long strip in between the valley of her breasts.
Catra sucking in a breath and biting her lower lip, the feline's claws threatening to come out but could naught do much within their binded state behind her back. Her defenseless vulnerable body completely free for She-ra to continue enjoying.
The blonde gave the nipple a kiss before biting onto the stiff nub, their red eyes being sure to keep watch on the melting pleasured expression on the other's face. Catra's eyes slowly rolling back as her jaw slacked open with a small whine. She-ra tugged, pulling back just to relish in more on the feline's incredibly addicting wails before finally releasing it with a pop. Their tongue laving over the little harden pebble and flicking it back and forth before taking it into her mouth again and suckling loudly to Catra's groans.
She-ra leaned back, taking in the moment to admire all the bites and marks littering Catra's chest, the mussed up tufts of fur sticking awkwardly in all directions. The desperate wanton look on the helpless woman's face. The gold and aqua colors in her eyes drowned from the blacks of her pupils.
"Haah...ahh..." Catra was left a gasping mess. The chill brushing her nipples leaving her whimpering, jutting her chest out more and trying to gain the blonde's attention in hopes they once more ravish her with that hot heavenly mouth.
"So needy~" She-ra grinned at how easily swayed their kitten was becoming, the massive palm covering Catra's small breast. A single pointer finger sliding and pressing down onto the harden pebble and giving it an even harder flick.
Catra unable to hold back the low moan, trembling over how good it felt. "M-more...please..." She pushed her chest as far as she could with her binded position. The shame being overridden by the intense pleasure, her thighs rubbing together and Catra could feel the sticky wetness inbetween.
The absolute devilish grin on She-ra's face as those red eye glinted mischievously down at Catra's lower regions. Their fingers glowing, red crackling around until something small materialized out of thin air.
Something white and square. Catra stared at it, unable to decipher what the object was through her hazy state of mind.
She-ra started pressing the newly appeared small white-colored patch onto Catra's breast, making sure the sensitive nub was snugly tight underneath. Being sure to do the same with the other while peppering kisses on Catra's collarbone, the woman in question still unable to catch her breath.
"There we go." She-ra snapped her fingers and suddenly Catra jolted, her body writhing and arching with a yowl. The patches seemingly squeezing onto her nipples and sending out powerful vibrations.
"Uhn...aahn!" The patches continued vibrating, sending out shocking sensations directly straight to Catra's senses. Her body trembling and twitching around in She-ra's lap, leaning against the mass of muscle for support. The giant woman taking this chance to once again greedily roam her hands all over Catra's body.
The sound of Catra's moans over the vibrations and thudding heartbeat beating within her ribcage were so loud in her ears that she wasn't able to hear the slow approaching footsteps a little bit away.
Adora and Bow ("And Swift Wind!") finally made their way to Beast Island, their unauthorized mission to go to the dreaded mysterious island and save Entrapta.
The rebels still lamenting over the Queen's insistence of leaving the scientist princess behind. The two unable to help but feel betrayed by their friend's careless cruelty and heartlessness over the debriefing and basically just grounding them from any further rescue missions they had planned.
Their guilt and own heartbreaking betrayals piled further on as they went behind the Queen's back to go rescue Entrapta. Adora still feeling numb, shaky, sad, and angry about it all.
How could Glimmer just side with Shadow Weaver so easily? How Glimmer would just listen to the sorceress without a single thought or suspicion?
"Aren't you just jealous that you're no longer the favorite?"
Those words striking Adora like daggers. No. That wasn't right. It's not like Adora ever wanted to be the favorite.
"I mean...you are kind of disrespectful."
Somehow her stupid brain brought back even older memories. The look Catra would throw at Adora angrily before pushing off, claiming that Shadow Weaver didn't need respect if she wasn't such a bitch. Firing back at the blonde of her insistent of wanting to stay the Golden Child, the favorite in Shadow Weaver's eyes.
Adora's heart aching as she could now clearly understand the harshness of her own unnecessary words to Catra pertaining their ward.
She had hoped that after they save Entrapta she can quickly go back and apologize to Glimmer, hopefully rectifying their crumbling friendship. Things started actually looking up when they found the long-lost, believed to be dead, King Micah himself.
With the lost king's help navigating through more of the dangerous parts of Beast Island, they were finally able to also locate Entrapta! The Dryl's princess surprisingly (not really to be honest) surviving and thriving off the island. The whole place apparently once used to be a giant junkyard of old First-One's tech, practically a candystore for someone like Entrapta.
Getting off and out of the island with the two was a completely different problem though...
The corrupted broken tech that were thrown and piled on the island throughout the many, many years was the reason for the weird signals being emitted. The neglected broken tech. The abnormal behaviors of the living beings around them being affected by it. The...strange thoughts filling their minds.
Hopelessness.
Despair.
Misery.
Adora felt her energy being sapped away, her motivation...her will to live...
The vines holding down her limbs seeming to zap all her strength until nothing was left. Bow, Entrapta, Swifty, and King Micah were faring no better either—none of them having the strength to go on. The vines covering their bodies and zapping away their energy, their willpower. The lost King collapsing from the mental exhaustion after the revelation of just how many years have past and the fate of his wife, his daughter—his own mind slowly succumbing to the anguish.
Adora was...just...
So tired...
Her body no longer obeying her no matter how much effort she tried moving her muscles, her eyelids felt heavy and slowly lowering. Maybe...for just a second...she could close her eyes for a bit. Give up for a moment.
Adora's eyes slowly closing, her energy fading away.
.
.
.
Adora blinks her eyes back open quickly. She was no longer being pulled down by the vines. No longer struggling over...over...
Over...what?
Why was she struggling again? What was she even doing to begin with? She was standing in the dark, nothing in sight besides pitch blackness. Her mind feeling a bit foggy, heavy.
Suddenly stairs appeared before her. The stairs glowing a soft, warm ethereal lighting. Adora's body finally apparently regaining their movements and she took one step towards the stairs. Something tickling the back of her mind though, telling her to go back.
Do not go up those steps.
But something else was trembling beneath her chest, constricting at the order Adora knew she should follow.
...Stay away.
Black inky shadows circling around Adora's neck as if trying to pull her away from those steps. But there was something else that was stronger, drawing Adora closer. Pulling her closer. Calling for her.
The blonde stepping forward up the stairs, ignoring the dark grips' hisses as the shadows melts away from her with each step.
The stairs kept going.
Her steps slow, one foot at a time. Each time her foot dropping with a heavy thud, the sound echoing around the blonde as she ascended higher up the stairs.
Tak...Tak...Tak.
The darkness around slowly becoming brighter the further she went up, yet still nothing in sight. The entire space was like the night sky with no moons, but little lights flickering here and there. Littering the darkness with their small lit presence.
Adora gasping in wonder at the little lights that sparkled around her. They were beautiful.
It felt like an eternity before Adora finally made it to the top, blue eyes widening at what awaited her. It felt like her heart was lodged right into her throat, her breath being stolen away at the sight before her.
Catra, almost naked, save for the two vibrating patches just barely covering her hardened stiffed nipples. Another one taped against her pussy, right at her clit buzzing away along with her moans. Her arms locked tight by some restraints keeping them behind her back, the position of her locked arms forcing her to jutt out her chest lewdly.
She grinded back against a red-eyed She-ra who was seated on a throne, their veins coursing bright crimson, bulging through their muscular right arm while their fingers gripped tightly onto Catra's hip. She-ra grunted in satisfaction, biting her bottom lip gleefully and bending the feline forward to give her rump a harsh slap with their large meaty palm. The strike echoing with Catra's mewling desperate whine causing Adora to stumble forward even closer.
Red glancing over to meet shocked blue. Adora halting in her steps, feeling those hungry feral eyes trained on her. She-ra simply laughing with a whoop before taking her free hand and cupping Catra's chin—the palm covering over Catra's mouth, muffling the whining noises that continued to spill.
"Look like we have a guest." She-ra chuckling, lifting Catra's back up and directing her glazed expression to Adora.
Adora holding her breath as she sees those mismatched unfocused eyes slowly focusing on her. "Mmrn...?" Half-lidded eyes suddenly widening, utter confusion and shock as Catra began trying to push off and away from She-ra, but the larger woman still had a tight hold on her.
"Mmnra! Mmrn! Mrn?!" Whatever Catra was saying was unintelligible with the palm still covering her mouth, every words and sentence coming out as a garbled muffle. Adora still frozen on the spot, wide blue eyes never leaving Catra.
"Come on, how about we give our guest a show?" She-ra whispers against Catra's ear. Catra furiously shaking her head as much as she could with the hand gripping her chin. Her eyes clenched tightly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes as she tried to squirm away, trying to run away and hide from those blue eyes still trained on her.
"Shshsh..." She-ra simply shushing the wriggling kitten, the hands on Catra's hip and chin squeezing even tighter causing Catra to squeal in surprised pain from behind the palm. "Behave."
Catra keeping her eyes shut tightly as she continued trembling. Her body stilling in She-ra's hold, ears flat and tail curling around herself.
"S-stop it!" Adora chokes out wanting to rush forward, but her legs were no longer obeying her. No longer moving especially when she needed them.
"Stop what? Punishing her?" She-ra spat back out, both Catra and Adora's eyes widening at the outburst. "Isn't that what she deserves? To be punished like the naughty kitty she is?" She-ra cackling, pressing her face against Catra's mussed up hair and giving the pinned down ear a teasing puff of air. "After everything you did. You're really getting off easy, don't you think?"
"Nngn..." Catra's struggling lessens, her body twitching from the constant overstimulations from the vibrating sensations still pressing against all her sensitive areas. Those hands still rubbing her sides, feeling and groping her.
She-ra looking back up at Adora with a twisted grin. "Don't you want a taste?" The question was directed at Adora. At her.
Adora gulping as she watched the pleasured expression once again taking over, the blue and yellow hues drowned in black as Catra limply allowing herself to be hoisted up by She-ra with a hand under her knee, lifting her leg and revealing those tantalizing dripping lips. The patch just above covering the clit, still vibrating and stimulating Catra.
Her legs still feeling shaky, but slowly creaking forward, bending until she was kneeling, practically crawling desperately before Catra's open thighs with her eyes glued on Catra's face. The brunette's head was turned away trying to avoid her burning gaze. Adora feeling her heart clenching, wishing for Catra to look at her again.
Almost as if hearing her thoughts, She-ra growled and squeezed Catra's chin tighter. "Hey, don't look away." She growled, forcing Catra to face down at Adora.
Catra letting out another pitiful muffled cry that shot Adora right at her core. The tearful expression on Catra's face pulled at Adora's instinct to naturally soothe her once long-time cherished friend now turned enemy. Her fingers brushing the fuzzy outer thigh looking back up at the feline with a soft smile.
The whimpering whine that spilled almost questioningly from behind She-ra's hand as Catra's eyes struggled to not roll upwards. Her body still trying to fight the two blondes now trapping her, mind already barely tethering after the constant sexual torture she'd endured for so long and now Adora gazing up at her softly and kindly without any anger or hate?
What sort of sweet tormenting nightmare was this?!
Adora pressed her lips against Catra's inner thigh. Catra's legs trembling and trying to weakly kick away, but Adora retorted by gently gripping the kicking ankle and repositioning Catra's legs over her shoulders.
Catra letting out another sobbing muffled mewl, her chest beating hard. The vibrating patches on her privates only further spur on every single touch, amplifying it to an even frightening pleasurable degree. Catra's mind already feeling heavy and her pupils becoming so blown out.
The trapped brunette let out another whine behind She-ra's palm as she was unable to do anything, but forced to watch the other blonde meticulously and carefully tracing kisses along her inner thighs. Worse yet, her own accursed long feline tail uncurled from around her body and went on curling around Adora's arm—betraying every shattered thoughts and pride she failed to retain as all part of her existence was burning, screaming for her enemy's touch.
Adora taking a moment to study the thin patch that covered the stiff nub, still somehow magically vibrating strongly and sending endlessly torturous pleasure through Catra's body. The small white patch was still thin enough that the harden clit underneath was visible, standing stiff, vibrating, and...
She couldn't control herself and leaned forward, her tongue pressing right on the buzzing button. Adora making direct eye contact into Catra's widen blown-out eyes, her tongue flicking it upwards.
Catra's mouth was luckily still covered by She-ra's palm, because of the loud open-mouthed muffled scream she let out behind that hand—her hips pushing forward to grind more into Adora's face. The blonde gasping as she feels the hot slick dripping down her chin suddenly.
She-ra letting out a low whistle. Her fingers easily invading Catra's open mouth, feeling the fangs scrape down her digits, the rough tongue running along the lengths. Catra's moaning around those thick fingers as they began fucking her mouth, plunging in and out, rubbing along her tongue, splattering more of her saliva down Catra's chin.
"Got her going with one touch." She says, almost sounding impressed. Her other hand moving to grope and tease Catra's oversensitive covered breasts, tweaking the painfully sensitive nub behind the same thin patch.
As if Adora was even listening, much less cared what the obviously fake version of herself had to say.
Her attention all focused in on the prize before her, Catra's outer lips completely puffy—her insides helplessly clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. Adora's arms wrapped around Catra's trembling thighs to keep them pried open. Her thumbs spreading those dripping lips even further, eyes following the obscene sight of fluids dribbling out from the throbbing entrance which was such a pretty pink color, the puffy outer lips curtained by the damp fur soaked in Catra's slick.
She licked her lips and dived in, letting her tongue sink into the honeyed liquid heat. Catra yowling loudly with those fingers still fucking her mouth, stifling all her moans and screams—her body arching trying to push more into Adora's mouth, grinding her slick snatch against the blonde.
Adora happily taking the hint to continue, her tongue making a scooping motion and collecting as much of that sweet juice. She continued as if she was starving, her tongue tracing along every walls, being sure to try and reach as far as she could. Her blunt fingers digging and scratching Catra's inner thighs as she kept on her quest of licking up every last drop of the heavenly nectar. The snaking organ continued slithering in even as Catra's insides clenched desperately around it.
The blonde took note of each pulse and twitch. How rapidly those walls thudded, pounding so fast. 'Almost like a heartbeat.'
Everything about the other girl was making Adora's head spin. Aching and wanting more. The sounds of Catra's gasping whimpers. Her shaking, quivering thighs in Adora's grip. The tail curling tightly around Adora's arm, the very tip flickering about wildly.
The scent and taste.
Her tongue going over to the buzzing patch again, pressing against the abused button before flicking it around in a half circle, tracing the brunette's name over and over again.
Catra. Catra Catra... Catra Catra.
Adora's lust-filled gaze glancing back up at the brunette, She-ra's thick fingers still thrusting in and out of Catra's mouth, drool and spit dribbling down her chin and onto her bare collarbone, trailing downwards to her breasts. Catra's glazed dilated eyes looking down at Adora, wide and full of so much heat. Her chest rumbling and vibrating along with the patches in a loud full body purr.
She looked so beautiful.
Adora sliding her own finger inside the wet caverns, gasping at the liquid heat clenching and squeezing around her digit, pulsing so hard and rapidly. The blonde testing the waters, sliding her finger in deeper until she was knuckle-deep in the moaning feline. Catra squirming and trembling as her walls continued clamping hard on the intruding length that was teasing and filling her up with only it's presence.
Between the vibrating patches on her nipples and clit, the fingers still roughly fucking her mouth, and the finger settled snugly inside her; Catra was fighting a losing battle. Her mind already overloaded as the only thing that seemed to matter was the intense sensations repeatedly coursing through her body, every single touch being turn up a notch by a hundred degree.
It didn't mattered if she was the Fearless Horde Commander that struck fear to every soldier and went up evenly against those princesses multiple of times. It didn't mattered that her enemy was a princess in the Horde's way.
The only thing that mattered to Catra currently was the blonde rebel between her thighs, laving her pussy with such eager attention—suckling and nipping at the swollen flesh.
Adora's finger now sliding in and out of her folds at an even, slow pace. A loud, lewd squelch accompaning the digit with each reentry, Catra's legs trembling around Adora's head from the constant overstimulations to every one of her senses.
"Mmgh! Nnghf!" The sounds and noises were all unintelligible with the fingers still invading her mouth, pushing down her tongue and sliding the thick digit until it reached the back of her throat causing her to gag and sputter.
Catra's body unable to withstand it at all with She-ra still fucking her mouth with their fingers as their other free hand continue squeezing Catra's tits, occasionally stopping to give those oversensitive covered nipples a harsh pinch or her breasts a hard slap just to make the feline jolt forward with a sobbing gasp. Not to mention with Adora enclosed between Catra's spread legs with her ankles still thrown over Adora's shoulders and the blonde relentlessly fingering and licking Catra's cunt—doing her best to clean up every last bit of slick and it seemed like she wasn't slowing down anytime soon. The woman acting like she was finally eating the first most delicious meal after days of starving, noisily slurping and moaning away with her face inbetween Catra's thighs.
Catra sinking into She-ra's arms, allowing her body to accept the ongoing sexual assaults continuously raining down on her. The pleasure overtaking her mind completely as the purrs and moans were now more active and even louder with the two blondes sandwiching her.
"Mmrr...doraah..." Catra moaned around those fingers. Her glazed blown out pupils looking down at Adora with so much mixed emotions, the strongest emotion of all was the want and desire for the blonde inbetween her legs.
There was no where else Adora would want to be besides here...what was she even doing anyways...she almost couldn't recall.
Wait...
What was she doing...?
Adora's eyes widening as she slowly stopped, lifting her face away from Catra's sex. The weird heavy foggy feeling that was clouding her mind slowly clearing up, the memories of what she was doing originally coming back to her.
She was...at Beast Island earlier...
Entrapta...and Bow! They were in trouble! Swift Wind and King Micah too!
"I...I have to go back..." Adora whispering, pulling away further from Catra, the brunette letting out a confused whine as the pleasure ceased—her dazed eyes looking down questioningly at the blonde. Adora's blue eyes shining, glowing brighter.
King Micah...
Angela...
Adora remembering the last words Angela have said to her before the late Queen took on a sacrifice meant for her.
"Take care of each other."
"Glimmer..."
Adora's eyes shining brightly. She had to go back. Had to bring back Entrapta from Beast Island. Had to bring back King Micah to Glimmer...her friends needed her. Needed She-ra.
"For the honor of Grayskull!"
Adora's entire form glowing white before she simply vanished. Leaving Catra still panting and whimpering in the fake She-ra's arms, staring in shock at the empty space before her now. The last words she heard leaving the blonde's lips was the name of her enemy.
"Oh. She left. Looks like we know who's more important, hm?" The dream She-ra cooing as Catra continued staring at the spot Adora was at, tears welling in the corner of her eyes once more as she felt her heart breaking again.
Was this how it was always going to end with her? Just pain and suffering? When...when will these nightmares ever end?