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Hordak’s ears immediately caught the small groan from Entrapta as she rose from the floor where she’d been sitting and tinkering with Emily’s crooked leg. He was by her side in a split second to support her the best he could.
She had been frustrated for months by his constant need to aid in an attempt to make the pregnancy less hard on her - she was carrying his children, it was the least he could do - but now that she was coming ever closer to the due date they had estimated, his help seemed to become more welcome.
Her stomach had grown excessively large compared to her small statue in his opinion, although he could not deny that she was a vision to behold. He’d always admired her stunning looks, but her beauty had grown to be unrivaled by anything he’d ever seen, and he wasn’t the only one to say so. All over Etheria, people talked about the otherworldly glow she had and how beautiful she looked.
But it was difficult for her to be pregnant. Partly because she didn’t like it when people gave her so much attention, but mostly because she’d lost much of the agility she had before. Early on, he’d forbidden her to use the ventilation shafts in fear that she might be injured. Naturally, she’d ignored his order, but she hadn’t been more than six months pregnant before she was unable to use them at all.
Worst was when her hair became more uncontrollable. They still didn’t have a conclusive answer as to why, but her hair’s movements became less instinctive and often performed actions she didn’t have any control over. Using her hair had been no different from getting her hands to move, but it became increasingly demanding. He believed it had something to do with the hormones in her body while she was adamant that the triplets were responsible; something she based solely on the fact that her hair seemed both curious and affectionate in its behavior.
Whatever the cause, it meant that she lost the support of her hair when working and moving about, and it took a heavy toll on her body. Luckily, each triplet was smaller than an average sized humanoid Etherian fetus which meant that she should be able to carry them to full term as long as all three of them - along with herself - were thriving, but it was still a heavy burden on her.
Therefore, she’d begun to allow Hordak to help her more and it was something he was more than happy to do. He was beyond ecstatic that his life had been graced by Entrapta's presence and that she was carrying his children, and anything he could do to ease her hardship was his honor to do; even if it meant scouring the Fright Zone for strawberries and burritos at 3am.
Despite the hassle of being heavily pregnant - her words - she insisted that she continued her work, both big and small. He knew that she wasn’t the type to lay around and do nothing; she needed to keep busy, so he did his best to support her as well as he could without nagging her too much about taking it easy.
As he reached her where she stood still on the spot she'd risen from, he looked her over and determined it wasn’t an urgent injury. However, she was clearly in pain. He wanted to ask her how he could assist her, but he knew what she would say. Instead, he asked a question she’d answer more honestly. “Where does it hurt?”
“My lower back. And my feet are asleep after a single freaking minute of kneeling on the floor.” She pointed accusingly at her feet which were only covered by compression socks - soled for safety - and made it clear how swollen they were. “Retaining water is probably the worst of this.” She began to walk, wincing with every step.
Confident that his efforts would be appreciated after a bit of scolding, he picked her up and carried her towards his throne. While she'd gained weight as a natural result of her condition, he could still carry her without breaking a sweat with the armor she'd made him. “I don’t need a break.” She complained, but he ignored her like she knew he would. Sometimes, he knew what she needed and he was actually quite proud of that.
He gently set her down on the throne and adjusted the pillows he’d brought in for her sake, making sure that her lower back was properly supported. He then kneeled in front of the throne and pulled her sore feet into his lap. Keeping them elevated would ease the swelling.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the headrest with frustration. He knew she felt inefficient, but she wasn’t at all. She was carrying their children and provided everything they needed to grow viable; nothing was more efficient than that.
“Let me take care of you.” He almost whispered as he peeled off one compression sock, the other one soon following. She didn’t want to be taken care of, but he desperately wanted to do so. “I will make it all better.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him with a wry expression and a twitch of a smile on her lips. It was the only permission he needed.
He lifted one of her swollen feet from his lap, cradling it in his hands. While it was noticeably larger than normal, it was still so small compared to his hands, and he briefly wondered if this was the size his babies would be when they were born. They were only a little smaller at this point.
With slow and deft movements, he began to knead her foot with his thumb, pressing it from the ball of her foot and up the arch. She groaned again, but this time, it was obvious that she was enjoying what he was doing. He rubbed a little extra at the instep before moving back down and repeating the action a few times.
To avoid overdoing it, he spent a little time massaging each of her tiny toes and he felt the tense swelling loosen up a bit. From the sounds coming from her, this was very needed as well.
But her sole was the main source of soreness and he returned to knead against it, releasing some of the tension gathered there. He moved onto her heel and then up her ankle to ease the access of blood flowing to and from her limb.
He couldn’t resist placing a few kisses on the bridge of the foot as he looked up at her, reveling in her beauty. She might think he was demeaning himself by doing this, but she couldn’t be more wrong about that particular assumption; he was lucky to be able to make her comfortable in any way possible.
The foot in his hands was then traded to the other which needed his attention as well. He followed the same pattern - he always did to ensure predictability for her which had been verbalized the first few times he’d done this - and she responded with more pleased sounds as the strain on her limb diminished. Each sound was music to his ears which flickered with delight.
When he was nearly finished with the second foot, he once again placed a few kisses over the bridge and his mouth’s path slowly moved up her ankle while his hands trailed further up her leg under the thick fabric of her overalls, stroking the flesh there. Every part of her was so soft and pliable; it was difficult not to caress the skin he was in contact with.
He stopped what he was doing when he heard her breath hitch and looked up at her to make sure she was alright. And the sight that met him was surprising yet enticing: she was leaning back against the pillows on the throne, an arm over her head while the other was massaging one of her full breasts.
She looked ravishing and incredibly tantalizing. The head above her head lifted, gesturing for him to do something. Whatever she wanted from him, he would do it. She was impossible to resist. Her legs spread a little wider and she smiled flirtatiously, encouraging him to do exactly what he immediately wanted to when he saw her like that.
His hands slipped out from her pant leg and moved further up to her hips, grasping the hem of her overalls. Her hair helped a little as she lifted her rear to allow him to pull down the trousers, throwing them aside quickly to continue what he was doing.
This time, as he lifted one of her feet, he started to pepper kisses over it, slowly moving higher and lingering longer. His tongue darted out to lick her ankle before he carried on, pursuing the inviting scent coming from the crux of her legs.
When he reached her knee, he nipped at the thin skin behind it and pretended to proceed up her thigh, but then leaned back abruptly and let her leg go. He picked up her other foot and she sighed with disappointment as he began anew to perform the same ministrations there.
Admittedly, he was compelled to advance upwards a little faster than before. He had never been a patient man and certainly not when it came to activities such as these. However, he managed to restrain himself and build up the anticipation for her, knowing that the reward would be worth it.
Her undergarment was soaked through when he finally began kissing her inner thighs, alternating between the two as he neared his target. She was breathing hard and strands of hair had already restlessly enfolded his limbs, though without any strength behind it. He wrapped his hands around her full thighs and spread her legs further to make room for him.
When he reached the wet crux of her, his view of her face was obstructed by her swollen stomach. In the past months where she’d grown big, they had kept to positions where it wasn’t an issue, even when he pleasured her with his mouth, but he only lamented the loss of her expressions a second, quickly realizing that she couldn’t see his movements either which gave him the unique opportunity to surprise her.
He tenderly kissed the spot between her thigh and her sex, first one side and then the other, feeling her skin quiver. Regretfully, he hadn’t removed her panties along with her overalls, so most of her wetness hadn’t escaped the confines of the garment, but he could use it to his advantage.
He leaned in and pressed his stumped nose against her covered slit, inhaling the aroma of her arousal deeply while teasing her with the shallow touch. “Please…” She breathed pleadingly and he answered her plea by licking the wet garment where she was wettest and upwards to the place where he knew her pearl eagerly waited.
She gripped his hair and tried to push him further against her, but he resisted, instead breathing over the moist fabric to tease her more. He could hear her almost growling with irritability and reminded himself that her hormones could easily make her mood turn sour; perhaps, he should indulge her before such a thing happened.
Gentle talons pushed the soaked panties aside, giving him a clear view of her glistening, pink flesh that peeked out between her labia, ready to open like a flower for him. He planted small kisses over the fine hair on her mound and lips while his fingers opened her further to him.
She gasped when his tongue slid over her sensitive flesh, lapping up the proof of her desire. He could feel that she was already very responsive to his ministrations, no longer needing delicate touches. After making sure that he had licked every drop of her essence and reached every inch of that delectable flesh, he focused his attention on her clit which was visibly swollen.
He pressed the flat of his tongue against the crown of her sex and was gifted with a moan of his name that drilled itself into his lower abdomen where he was rock hard and straining to be inside her. But this was for her and he pushed his need down to focus solely on his current task.
The sounds of her pleasure continued, although more quietly, as he circled her clit with his tongue, at times licking the sweet bud directly to send spikes of pleasure through her. When he felt her starting to tremble, he paused to move lower and lick the seams of her entrance, lapping up her wetness.
She cried out as he plunged his tongue into her and he groaned in response when her tight walls clenched around him. Stars, he wanted to bury himself in her. His patience was wearing thin.
So was hers. After a few rolls of his tongue inside her, she dug her short nails into his scalp and hissed between gritted teeth. “Fuck me!”
Oh, he wanted so badly to do so, but he had not done his duty yet. He withdrew his tongue and held her thighs in place as he started to lick her clit firmly, aware that the sensation could be too intense for her. But despite her attempts to close her legs around his head, she only responded with mewls and moans of clear pleasure.
It was difficult to keep her legs and pelvis still when she began to thrust against his mouth, and it was so damn arousing that he found it hard to control himself. She’d asked him to fuck her, to bury himself deep within her magnificent body, and he needed it - needed her - so much.
She came loudly, crying out his name so it echoed in the throne room, and he wasted no time plunging his tongue into her core and drinking down the fruits of her rapture. He drove in deeper, finding that rough little spot in her that always had such a profound effect on her, and flickered a finger over her clit at the same time as his tongue pressed against the spot.
It sent her crashing into another orgasm before the first one had died down and she whimpered as more pleasure surged through, grinding her sex against his face so hard that he struggled to breathe; not that he needed it as badly as he needed her.
When he had licked up every drop of her pleasure, he rose from his place on the floor in front of his throne. He briefly took in the view of his captivating lover as she lay panting, her body flushed from the pleasure he had given her and her belly heavy with his offspring, and he knew that he was the luckiest being alive.
He was also the most aroused and he reached down to slide his arms under her torso, handling her carefully as he flipped her around.
She placed her knees on the seat of the throne and her hands on the backrest, pushing her rear out - flaunting it at him. A quick, seductive glance from her reassured him that she was fully on board with whatever he had in store for her.
It had been his plan to take it slow, but he was past that now. He was overflowing with lust and only one could satiate him.
He gripped her hip with one hand while the other dragged her panties down over her rear, then pushed aside his tunic and freed his aching length. As he spread her legs with his knee and led his hard shaft to her dripping opening, she wriggled teasingly with her behind. It was almost too much for him and he dug his talons a little into her skin where he held onto her hip.
They both moaned as he entered her, although he was nearly too blissed out to hear it. This moment would never fail to astonish him, when they became one. The way she seemed to fit perfectly for him when he dove into her hot core was mindblowing. There was nothing but the two of them and the connection they had, the grip she had on him - physically and emotionally - the only thing in his existence that mattered.
He held her hips tightly as he tried to gather his wits, his mind overloaded with pleasure. She waited patiently, but he could feel her inner walls pulsate around his length and hear her heavy breath. It seemed like none of them could have enough of each other.
As he found his bearings and rocked against her full backside, he did so slowly. As much as he needed release, he wanted to treasure this. And he had not forgotten what had instigated this tryst.
His hands left her hips and, as he unhurried moved in and out of her, he started to massage her lower back that carried much of her stomach’s weight. He slid a hand down to cradle the underside of her swollen stomach to remove some of the strain while his other hand rubbed against the sore muscles right above her tail bone.
She groaned, either because of his massage or the way he made love to her - it didn’t matter. As long as he was fulfilling her needs and pleasuring her one way or the other.
Her body was spectacular with dipping valleys and soft mountains of beautiful, olive skin. Scars were sprinkled across her, like stars in the night sky, and he wanted to kiss each and every one, even though he’d done it many times before. He hoped to spend the rest of his life exploring the wonder of her. She was a temple and he was her eager worshiper.
But right now, the demands of his own body were loud in his head, telling him that he should take her harder and faster. While they often had sex in different manners, he'd still only had six months to build up stamina and discipline in this regard. And she felt so good, so inviting...
His gentle thrusts increased and grew more forceful in spite of his best efforts to hold back. But she responded with fervid moans, even as he lost focus on kneading her taut muscles. She pushed back against him with each thrust, spurring him on, and it was making him lose his restraints.
It was all over for him when she whimpered: “Please, Hordak. I need it.” He shuddered almost violently and faltered, trying and failing to get a grip on himself. Both his hands reached down to cradle the underside of her exquisite stomach to offer support and he leaned forward to kiss below her ear lovingly.
“I love you so much.” He murmured, hoping she would forgive him for this crude behavior while reminding himself that she had promised him penetration couldn’t hurt the babies.
She braced herself as though she knew what was to come as he pulled almost all the way out of her. When he filled her again, it was hard and relentless, ramming himself into her depths before pulling out again. Each thrust was stronger than the former as he pounded into her.
Her voice rang out around him, a chant of his name, but she was not begging him to stop. She urged him on, calling out for more, faster, harder. And he granted her wishes because he could not stop now, not with her body so irresistible and his name falling so easily from her mouth in the most bewitching manner.
He moved like a man possessed and she pushed back with every thrust, crying out as she continuously impaled herself on his cock. Her voice rose and he knew what was coming and he felt the pressure inside him rise to a crest and he couldn’t hold on, he-
He rammed into her as far as he possibly could, a strangled cry leaving his parched throat while his body shook with unbridled pleasure so intense he could barely move. In the far distance, he could feel Entrapta’s hand work between her legs until she snapped as well, her walls milking his cock and pulling more pleasure out of him until he had nothing left to spill.
If she hadn’t been pregnant already, this would surely have done it.
His legs shook as his muscles slackened and he pulled her up against him, switching places with her, so he could sit down while she lay splayed across his lap. The action had caused his spent shaft to slide out of her and the immense amount of their combined fluids gushed out of her, although she didn’t seem particularly bothered by it; nor was she very coherent. She simply lay with dazed eyes and a lopsided smile.
He would find a wet rag for her when he could stand again. For now, he simply wanted to sit with his half-comatose, pregnant lover and relax while the triplets danced in her stomach after the massage of a lifetime.