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Entrapta had never really been interested in men. Oh, she was fairly certain that she was around 80% heterosexual, given her inclination to favor the male physique and especially the phallus that most of the male gender possessed. It aroused her.

At least the idea of it. She had yet to meet a man (or a woman for that matter) she found truly attractive. Often they would look pleasant, but it would be ruined as soon as conversation was initiated. If they didn't leave when they discovered her quirks, they stopped paying attention to her words which was much worse than leaving. Or she simply didn’t find them intellectually stimulating enough.

Entrapta wasn't delusional. She knew that she was the strange one, not understanding proper social etiquette or how to speak at a suitable volume at all times, and these things kept her from finding a suitable person that she wanted to engage with in sexual activities. She also knew that she was very picky. She wanted someone who was intellectually stimulating and didn't try to mansplain things to her like some of the boring people from the Makers Guild.

To relieve her biological urges, she enjoyed pornography quite often, but the visual and auditory stimuli, along with her own physical efforts, were never enough to make her orgasm. Even the toys and eventually the bots she made were not able to make her climax, no matter how good they were.

She craved a warm body above her, one she could picture clearly and connect with. It was obvious that her imagination, while vast and rich in most ways, couldn't conjure up a plausible mate for her fantasies when she tried to stimulate herself sexually. Over the years she'd tried many different things, but after repeated failures she deemed the probability for reaching climax before she died only approximately 9%.

That number changed dramatically when she met Lord Hordak.

She knew who he was by name of course, but she'd never actually seen a picture of him. When she'd started to creep through the vents in the Fright Zone, she had heard the low rumble of his voice and certainly enjoyed that, but she'd been too busy exploring the area to examine him further. After all, who looks for regular life forms when there's a flood of tech and so much data to collect?

However, she came to learn that Lord Hordak wasn't just a regular life form. He was alien to Etheria, something she became aware of the moment her eyes landed on him. There was a large range of different species on her planet, but none like Hordak.

His sharp oval head with the stump nose, large eyes and long ears suggested that his species might be related to bats like the ones they had on Etheria. Yet his body was very humanoid. He was tall, in fact much taller than the Scorpion people had been, and Entrapta's eyes kept drifting down his long, shapely legs which were kept on display. His shoulders and chest were broad and he clearly had a lot of strength, but the rest of him seemed quite lean, though it was hard to see with all that armor he was wearing.

That armor was a fascinating piece of technology that she was dying to tinker with. Oh, she would enjoy exploring all of him.

She kept running into him. Granted, she was the one who continued to sneak into his lab, but she tried to avoid him; he was the one who always returned sooner than expected. It was exciting though to stand face to face with him, especially when it was obvious to even her that he was burning with rage. His eyes glowed brighter, his shoulders rose and his fangs flashed… it didn't take her long to understand that her attraction to him was very physical indeed.

She had no intention of acting on her attraction to him. Although he allowed her presence, she knew that he was still a person and that she was still so very weird. Her talking increased when she spoke about science (which she did 96,5% of her active speaking time) and her tendency to forget the natural high pitch in her voice usually annoyed people.

To her surprise Hordak mentioned none of these things, nor did he seek to avoid her. He allowed her to rant and even listened. At times he would ask her questions and add his own thoughts on the subject. She had never felt so understood.

It changed her life when he told her about his portal project, of other dimensions and the infinite universe. He knew so much that she'd only dreamed of - he had experienced it himself - and she could listen to him talk for days about it. She didn't even have to try to hack into his files; he willingly offered her access. 

He began to invite her into his lab and work with him on the portal, along with other experiments and ideas one of them had come up with. They would mostly work apart at their own worktables, but often discussed their work and progress during the day. She loved the look on his face when she pleased him.

Best were the times where they had to work together, sometimes up close to each other. She would notice the faint musky scent from him or the way his ears responded to both sounds and his emotions, a feature he hadn't learned to fully control. There were even moments where she longed to take off her gloves to touch his skin and feel the texture of it, something her hair couldn't.

He appeared to appreciate her presence - to enjoy it - and this only increased her attraction to him. Sometimes she felt slightly aroused after their conversations. But not only that; her heart felt the heat as well.

The first time she saw him without his armor changed everything. He was more alien than she had expected from his humanoid form. A clone, he told her, not just any clone either, but an imperfect one. His body consisted of a mix of technological and organic material. He had ports installed into his skin that could be used for a number of things, one of them supplying power to his frail body. His organic heart was failing, along with several other organs, and he had added an artificial heart to keep it functioning. Even his blue hair and the redness of his eyes and mouth was not natural, but really a sign that his body was dysfunctional - flawed as he said.

She had never seen anything that beautiful before.

It was late when she put the last touches on the exoskeleton she'd made for him after seeing how much he needed his armor which literally held him together. Hordak had gone to his private quarters to rest his body and she would have to wait to present the new armor to him until the next morning. Something she was looking forward to so much that it took all her willpower not to climb into the vent that led over his quarters and wake him up.

She felt extremely restless and excited about all the data she had collected. But it was more than that; she was excited about Hordak himself. He was everything she wanted in a partner: intelligent, attractive, appreciative of her scientific knowledge, understanding of her flaws and he was even imperfect too.

Her chest felt like it was expanding when she thought of the way he had saved her from the explosion or how he looked at her when she'd told him that imperfection was beautiful. It caused a sensation in her that she hadn't experienced before. However, she understood the signs of her skin becoming overly sensitive and the deep pull in her abdomen. She was incredibly aroused just by thinking about Hordak.

Her restlessness paired with her bout of lust quickly became unbearable. She fled to her own room that she rarely used because it was often more cozy and easier to sleep in the vents where she quickly could make a nest. But for this she needed privacy, especially if she wanted any hope of reaching climax; she had a slight suspicion that she might have a chance of achieving it with her new memories of him and his body, and it wouldn't do for someone to hear her in the vents and interrupt her. Or worse: have Imp record her and play it for Hordak.

He might appreciate her company, but she was fairly certain that he didn't have any sexual interest in her. She doubted a clone, as he said he was, even had sexual urges. And it probably should matter to her if it was ethically correct to masturbate to another person who might find the idea of it repugnant, but Entrapta had never been good with ethics.

She reached her little chamber by taking the vents as usual. The key to the door had disappeared long ago, but she was the only one who came here and since she mainly traveled through the vents, it wasn't an issue.

Immediately settling down in the small bed, Entrapta closed her eyes and reviewed everything her eyes had observed about Hordak that day. Meanwhile, a lock of hair searched the cluttered desk for her outdated recorder that couldn’t be played on any Horde computers and turned it on the moment it was found.

"Hordak log 437: Today I saw Hordak without his armor: it was a revelation. Objective observations can be found in Emily's harddrive, labeled 'armor log'. Regarding my own subjective observation: I can now confirm that I’m very attracted to Hordak. This is the first time I have documented arousal purely caused by the thought of another person.” She squeezed her legs together as she thought about the events of the day. Her hair began to undress her slowly. She closed her eyes, divested of her gloves - a rare occurrence - and began tracing the slope from her jaw to her shoulder with a few gentle fingers. Her pulse was already elevated.

"Hordak's body is, to say the least, fascinating to me. Perhaps the viewing of an alien body itself could be the catalyst for my arousal, but I have cause to believe that Hordak himself is the source of my aroused state. His body is aesthetically pleasing to me and I’ve also discovered that he indeed has some phallic organ in his lower abdomen. It was clear when I examined his old armor.” She conjured up an image of a large bulge in his tabard and Hordak kissing down her neck, growling into her skin when she teasingly grazed the impressive shape through the fabric.

"Hordak has an energy I admire. He fills the room with his presence and people respect him. But he has also shown me a different side of himself where he allows himself to be almost tender. I notice the way his eyes seem to stare into me when he thinks I'm looking away, the pleased smile I sometimes see reflected in the metal I'm welding. It makes my skin tingle. I find myself wanting to please him.” Her hands slid down over her clavicles as she took a deep breath.

"And he doesn’t belittle me. He doesn't ask me to speak slower or huff when I suddenly switch topics; instead he listens.” She pulled her top over her head and scooted out of her coveralls before leaning back on her bed and running her bare hands over the curves of her body while she imagined that it was his. When one finger slid down in her panties between her nether lips and grazed her clit, she moaned loudly, a little shocked by her own reaction. “I’m very responsive right now, just fantasizing about him. I think that if he actually touched me, I might explode.”

Her free hand played with her breasts while the other traveled over her folds; she’d done this many times before, but it felt much different this time. With her eyes closed, she could easily imagine that he was there with her, exploring her thoroughly and meticulously to find out what she enjoyed the most. She didn’t focus on things she'd previously discovered that worked for her, but played with sensations he would make her feel as he studied her every response to his fingers.

“I’m certain that he has even less experience than me, but he is patient and I know he’s the type who would study which actions would provide me with the most pleasure. With his hands…” She gasped as her fingers entered her, picturing those powerful navy digits penetrating her. “He would be gentle at first, but learn that I like it rough.” Her fingers curled and moved faster, her wrist rubbing against her clit. She pinched her left breast, imagining that it was a gentle nip of his red fangs, and she mewled loudly.

She thought about his old armor and the way it fitted his body to perfection, except for the area around his loins. There had been room for something large and she’d taken measurements to imagine just how large. Her hair searched through a drawer, quickly finding what it was looking for.

The shaft on her toy was purple, but with her eyes closed she could picture it as the color of his skin. Her voice was nearly breathless as she spoke again. “Would he be as needy as me? His cock straining to feel my tight walls clenching around it.” Her core tightened around her own fingers and she saw his impatient eyes and his panting, bare chest above her body in her mind. “He wouldn’t be able to stop himself - more animal than man - and with a growl he would pull his fingers out and replace them with his thick cock.”

She removed her fingers and reached for the toy instead. It was likely smaller than him, but it was the biggest version she had right now. When she pushed the shaft inside her, she could practically hear the groan he would emit, forcing the length a little roughly inside her like he might; she liked it. “Yes...” she breathed as the toy seemed to stimulate her much differently than the last time she’d used it. She could almost feel that it was him who filled her, who began to thrust in and out of her in a fast increasing pace, who fondled her breasts and rubbed her clit and when she - finally, at last - reached her first orgasm, her world disassembling and assembling anew, it was his name on her lips.

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Hordak was pressing his torso against the door that led to Entrapta’s room, hands splayed flat against the surface, his ear glued to it. He was trying to keep his heavy breathing under control as he heard sounds from Entrapta that he’d never heard before, sounds which made his body respond in ways he had taught himself to ignore. It was one of the ways he was defected - his DNA closer to his species’ primal body - and he had desperately been fighting these instincts when they'd first appeared decades ago because they revealed how flawed he was.

This had become increasingly difficult when he let an attractive Etherian into his Sanctum to whom he became emotionally attached, but the benefits of her presence outweighed the discomfort of repressing those feelings and the urges that followed. He was a civilized being and could restrain himself, unlike everyone else on this backwater planet.

But Entrapta… he’d thought that she was better than that. Yet here she was, touching herself. He should be outraged and disgusted by her behavior, even if she only acted as such in private, but instead he found his body savagely responding to the sounds he could easily discern through the door. He could not force his body away nor hold back against its movements as his hips rolled in rhythm with her increasing sounds.

Nor did he truly want to. His mind was becoming as corrupted as his body - that was the only explanation - but he took great pleasure in listening to her praise of him, although he soon discovered that listening wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t even supposed to be there. They had agreed to meet in the morning where she would present him with his new armor. But he’d been unable to rest and figured that she was still in the Sanctum. She hadn’t been, so he’d tracked down her room, hoping that she was awake and as eager to show him the armor as he was to see it.

Instead she was doing this… Talking about his body and him while she was touching herself in intimate ways. Why wasn’t he scandalized? Why was he straining to keep himself under control? Hordak was intelligent enough to know why, but he tried to convince his mind otherwise. He did the same when thoughts of doubt about Prime’s Light entered his mind or when he felt warm feelings about Entrapta which were stronger than any he’d ever felt for Prime. But the truth was that he was well aware of what was happening to him.

“Hordak!”

The cry of rapture with his taken name on her lips nearly made him release. He felt the surge in his loins and pushed it down, digging his claws into the door frame to hold back, leaving very revealing marks. Luckily, there were many clawed soldiers in the Horde.

When he'd gotten his rushing lust under acceptable control, he straightened his clothes and made sure that he once again looked presentable. He would let Entrapta be for the night, but he still had to go through parts of the Fright Zone where someone could be passing. To hide his frail torso without his old armor, he'd padded a robe not unlike the one he wore as a soldier in Prime's army.

He certainly didn't avoid disturbing Entrapta because he was afraid of acting upon his desire for her. He could restrain himself. His was a superior race and he was far more enlightened. Even with his rebellious body he was capable of being a proper person without those basic urges.

"Oh wow! My first orgasm! Fi-na-ly! That was groundbreaking - and very earth-shaking." Entrapta giggled behind her door and Hordak found himself leaning in again, intrigued by her giddy, breathy voice. "Imagining Hordak's body and him… touching me… that really did the trick. Of course, my romantic feelings for him likely had a contributing effect as well." He was strangely pleased about being the catalyst for her rapture, especially since it was the first one she'd ever experienced if he was to believe her words. He hadn't experienced it himself and wasn't curious about it in the least, but he knew that masturbation was common. To think that she had never achieved orgasm and that his deformed body helped her...

She was clearly not completely right in the head.

He'd barely thought this before he felt ashamed. Entrapta had shared small details about others' rejection of her because of her peculiarities, but he truly enjoyed her incredible mind and… her company. She was the most competent person he'd met on this planet in all these years and most certainly wasn't wrong in any way. If anyone was, it was him. Beside her, he felt inferior. Her mind worked much more efficiently than his and he envied it at times.

"I must say that my orgasm had a great effect on my mentation. I've just solved the issues with the equation that was needed to compartmentalize the interdimensional energy - out of the blue! Speaking of: I will need to make a bigger phallus replica and make it a cobalt blue. Possibly right now! I have so much energy. Sleeping has to wait!"

This caught Hordak's wavering attention. Although he wanted to bang his head against the wall when hearing that she was imagining his cock, he tried to focus on her words about the effect on her mental process being more efficient. That was very interesting, especially considering his own wish for more expedient mental capacity. Perhaps he should try this. Could it really hurt to do it just once? It might be enough to stop his primal urges for good and help him think more clearly, so he could return to Prime much sooner.

After deciding to attempt this… experiment, he hurried back to his private quarters, partly because he was worried that Entrapta might leave her room and find him there. But the need to touch himself was what drove him to hasten his steps. Now that he’d given himself permission, it felt urgent and he’d barely closed the last door behind him before he reached for the throbbing shaft that caused him so much distress.

There was no way of stopping the groan leaving his lips as his hand palmed the stiff length beneath his tabard, a momentary relief, yet he knew from experience that contact only seemed to spur it on. More demanded more and he gave in, pushing the clothing aside to grasp his cock fully.

Even his large hand could not cover the entirety of it and he wondered if Entrapta had imagined such a size when pleasuring herself. Surely there wouldn’t be enough room for him in her tiny body, although he had a feeling that her baggy clothes covered voluptuous curves beyond his limited imagination. He could not picture it - it wouldn’t do her justice anyhow - but he could remember the sounds she’d made when he’d heard her through the door. Maybe he shouldn’t use what she’d said in her own private moments as he went further, but he was unable to stop himself.

His cock demanded friction of which he provided it plenty. He closed his eyes, changing his hold, so only two strong fingers gripped his cock and imagined that it was Entrapta’s small hand eagerly tugging away at his desperate length while moaning for him to fill her to the brink. Her other hand would be sneaking below her coveralls to stimulate herself, as wanton as him.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself if presented with the opportunity to provide her physical pleasure and pictured him pulling away her hand between her legs and replacing it with his own. Oh. His hand’s pace on his cock increased as he imagined how hot and slick she would be. He’d heard the sounds of her fingers dipping into her soaked folds, of the poor replica of his cock being slathered with her arousal. He would fill her tight core, his fingers reaching so far inside her that she would cry out with pleasure and grip his cock harder as he quickly brought her closer to the peak.

His legs began to quiver, but he didn’t know what it meant nor did he truly take notice of it. His whole hand was fully grasping his cock now, diving deeper into his fantasy where Entrapta was writhing with delight as he teased her folds with his large shaft before he pushed it into her pulsing heat, making her cry his name out loud as she orgasmed and he kept thrusting while her cunt milked and clutched his cock until he-

Hordak let out a sudden roar that faded into a strangled breath as intense pleasure raked through every nerve ending in his body, taking him by surprise; his knees buckled, bereft of strength, as the last of his body’s energy was drained from him with every spasm of his muscles. He barely managed to avoid injuring his kneecaps by digging a claw through the steel wall to his tight to slow his fall. Ejaculation shot out in long lines over the floor and his bed, every burst more satisfying than the last.

Never had he imagined a pleasure so great. He now understood why Entrapta had been so excited about it. And his mind did feel refreshed and improved. As though all the unnecessary things had been washed away. He basked in the feeling, sitting against the steel wall. Without meaning to, he imagined kissing Entrapta’s lips tenderly and embracing her tightly, his hearts swelling as she giggled.

The experience not only gave him more mental energy; it also seemed to relieve the tension in his deteriorating muscles. In spite of not having worn his armor most of the day and all evening, his body had almost stopped aching without the help of injected analgesics. He felt rejuvenated.

When Entrapta delivered him the improved armor, he was stronger than he’d been in many years. His body barely hurt and she had given him a lightweight armor that compensated for his lacking muscle tissue without straining the rest of his body. She’d even given him one of her precious First Ones’ crystals to power it, meaning he didn’t have to rely on weak batteries.

He took great joy in her impressed squeal as he demonstrated his strength, briefly even thinking about pulling her off the ground and showing her how easily he could carry her in his arms. However, it would be highly unprofessional and he wasn’t even sure Entrapta would care for it; she appeared to prefer to initiate touch, something Hordak had never actually done himself with anyone but Imp. Another reason that he should not follow his impulses. 

But the thought about touching her didn’t leave him. After hearing her derive pleasure from thinking about his touch, learning that she was in no way disgusted by his defective, alien form, he felt the urge to do it. Just to feel how soft the skin on her bare shoulder was or skate a finger over her full bottom lip. It was wrong to fantasize about such things, but it was hard to stop.

It was not the only issue he felt conflicted about. There was another one heavily related to her and his lack of willpower. Now that he’d discovered the benefits of masturbation, he continously failed to restrain himself, though he’d steadfastly tried to do so. He’d gone several days after that lapse of judgement without wavering until he’d passed Entrapta’s workstation where he had noticed a mold for an extremely phallic object which caused him to go through the whole mess on her table in hopes of finding a clue to the shaft's use. When he found residue from silicone the exact color of his skin, he hadn’t been able to control himself.

Since then his sessions of giving into his lust had become more frequent. He showed her enough respect by not eavesdropping at her door, but he imagined various scenarios where he showed her how puny the artificial shaft was compared to the real thing and proceeded to demonstrate his abilities.

At first his guilt had been all-consuming. His God and Creator would spurn him for those sins, would know how he brought himself to ecstasy each evening and paid such shameless tribute to a beautiful Etherian. He’d not had such interests towards another person in the decades he’d existed, so why now?

But his guilt lessened when they caught the She-Ra and discovered that, while her sword made of First Ones’ technology could be used as a key to open a portal, it would undo reality and thereby defeat the purpose of opening the portal in the first place.

This realization, along with Entrapta’s obvious sadness when they had talked about him going home, had changed his views about continuing the portal project. Perhaps he was never meant to go home. It could be that Prime, in all His wisdom, had sent him to Etheria to live out the rest of his days. In that case, Hordak would not be wrong to find a place in this world for himself. And if Prime hadn’t sent him there, then it was clear by now that He didn’t care enough to find him.

After coming to terms with this, his nocturnal vices left him with little guilt, only pleasure. Every night he would picture his brilliant scientist naked beneath him, always in various locations and different positions, but every time she was crying out for him. It wasn’t long before his vices followed him into the day and he began to fantasize about Entrapta, even when she was in the very room.

Sometimes he looked at her tantalizing rear as she bent down to meddle with the cables and thought about taking her roughly from behind. Other times he would seduce her and take her hard on a worktable. And then there were times where he imagined a success in their research which would cause her to embrace him in sheer joy. His arms would wrap around her small body and when she undoubtedly would stare at him in surprise, he would lean in and kiss her tenderly and show her how magnificent she was by worshiping her in every way.

It was dangerous for him to think about these things in her proximity. His arousal was not so small that it could be easily hidden and he feared that she might be disgusted if she saw the evidence of his lust. After all, she didn’t seem to be affected by his presence like he was becoming by hers.

He had begun to consider that Entrapta’s fantasies about him were just that: fantasies. She might not be interested in indulging more with him outside of imagining him during masturbation. If he had been more secure about his own attractiveness, he would have asked her outright, but he wasn’t. It still came as a shock to him that she even thought about him in such a way.

It became increasingly more difficult to stay away from her and not attempt a single touch to her warm skin, and he realized that he had to settle the matter of her physical, sexual interest in him once and for all. He needed to initiate physical touch and observe her response.

So, when he one morning took note of her hair tendrils massaging her shoulders, he saw the opportunity to test her attraction to him. Acting as nonchalant as possible, though he knew it wasn’t his strongest asset, he strode over to her workstation. She looked up at him with the joyful eyes that he knew so well, her hair still massaging her shoulders. “Hi Hordak! I’ve just gotten here, so I haven’t gotten started on anything yet. Do you want me to work on something in particular?”

In his mind he instantly pictured revealing his thickening cock to her and replying: “Yes, me”. But he pushed the mental image aside. “It appears that you are attempting to ease tension in the strained muscles in your shoulders.” He nodded to her hair tendril.

“Yeah, I guess I just slept wrong. It’s fine. Happens all the time.” She shrugged, smiling eyes still on him. 

“Although I know your hair possesses a great amount of strength, I suggest that you allow me to assist you. I need you at your best and I have much experience in relieving sore muscles.”

She looked at him again with a frown. “You're offering me a... massage?” Her gaze flickered down to his hands, then up again. A small blush appeared on her cheeks. “You-you don’t have to do that.”

He chuckled, enjoying her fluster. Hopefully, this was a good sign. “I insist. Allow me.” He moved to stand behind her, carefully sweeping her hair to the side, so he could place his hands on her shoulders, although they were so large compared to her that they took up most of her upper back as well.

She took a deep breath as he softly stroked her shoulders through her blouse, not kneading her muscles yet. He knew how her anatomy was, but made sure to feel how every muscle and bone connected before starting to manipulate the muscles causing her pain. When his hands felt her strong biceps and his thumbs skated over the bare skin on her shoulders where she’d cut out the fabric to ease her ability to work, her body tensed. He found this reaction very interesting. "Why suddenly so tense, Entrapta? Relax." He bent down, his mouth almost touching her ear, and purred. "You might even find it quite pleasurable." A noticeable shiver raked through her body.

“Sorry… Uhm, just used to-to doing this myself.” She stuttered. Slowly, he started to massage her tender muscles which weren’t just in her shoulders, but her neck as well. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled and he felt her relax into his touch. His teeth gritted as she sighed with delight, strangling the bout of lust rising in him. Stars, she felt so pliable in his hands. 

His movements halted for a moment when he remembered that she wasn’t into casual touching. Had he gone too far? Had he pushed her? “Why did you stop?” Entrapta asked with a tiny whine, bobbing her shoulders to encourage him to keep going, and he automatically began to knead again.

“I hope I didn’t pressure you into this.” He muttered, cursing himself for his thoughtless action. “It was truly not my intention.” His index finger and thumb found each side of her upper spine and pressed into the muscles buried there, causing her to moan with pleasure. He shuddered a little at the sound, feeling his body respond further to the intimacy.

“You didn’t… I just didn’t expect that you wanted m-... wanted to give me a massage.” She whimpered as he dug into the deep muscles above her shoulder blades, working out the kinks there. Those weren’t new. She’d suffered with this for a while, he realized, and he hadn’t even noticed.

One by one he worked on the tense muscles and felt how she slowly melted more into his touch. He wished he had asked her to take off her blouse - to ease the process of course - but that would likely have been going too far. He just enjoyed his hands on her and when he was finished untangling every muscle in her back, he realized that he didn’t want to stop. At all.

Without consciously meaning to, his touch became more fluid and perhaps even sensual. The sounds she’d made during the massage - and there were many - turned softer and more intimate as a result, something that made his already hardening shaft turn into a straining erection which she would feel if she leaned back. Fearful that he might humiliate himself, he was about to stop his ministrations when he caught a fascinating scent.

It was a musky, but sweet aroma that titillated his senses. He inhaled deeply to do a further investigation of its origins, but the overwhelming scent made his head spin and his arousal ache even more. That’s how he came to the conclusion that it was the smell of Entrapta’s own desire.

This was a very interesting development. She obviously took please in his touch and was affected by it. He began to contemplate how to use this proof of her physical interest in him, wondering if she would be receptive to exploration of their mutual attraction. Ideas on how to initiate such an endeavour flooded his mind and he failed to take notice of his hands’ exploration.

So far, he had kept his ministrations to her shoulders, her back and her upper biceps, never letting his hands stray from these areas. However, as his mind was occupied, his fingers had begun to move lower, stroking the line of her throat, the protrusions of her collarbones and the exceptionally soft, bare skin above her white top.

It was when the scent from her increased exponentially and a low moan of unmistakable desire escaped her lips that he remembered himself. In sheer surprise he abruptly pulled his hands away, breaking the enchantment that had seized Entrapta. She spun around in her chair, face glowing with a strong blush, and off she went into a vent above, scrambling away from the Sanctum before he could even process what had occurred.

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She had avoided him ever since the Massage Madness - as she had dubbed the event in her head - yesterday morning. Having been touched by Hordak had been mildly shocking, but he’d managed to work out every tense muscle in her back which she'd appreciated a lot. However, when his touches had turned into very sensual caresses in her opinion, she had gotten lost in sensations. Until she had outright moaned, incredibly aroused, and he had withdrawn his hands faster than if he’d been electrocuted.

He obviously hadn’t been aware of the effect his touch had on her. It was more than plausible that he didn’t know a woman’s back was an erogenous zone or her throat or the top of her breasts… His hands had probably just wandered, not thinking that she could be affected like that.

But she’d never been more aroused in her entire life. It had been so bad that she had to take ‘a break’ in her room to relieve the pressure he’d instilled in her. Thankfully, she'd gotten quite skilled at orgasming, although it was always with him on her mind. And now she didn’t want to face him. Did he know what she had been feeling? Was he revolted by her? She wondered if it was possible to work on their projects without ever being near him again.

However, he’d called for her latest report to be delivered in person right when Scorpia and the others had been headed to bed, likely knowing that Entrapta slept a lot less and wasn’t planning to sleep any time soon. It wasn't uncommon for them to work late into the morning. 

She was summoned to the throne room where she’d been many times before and usually spent hours sitting on Hordak’s armrest while they talked. He was always so informal with her in such situations and she enjoyed them more than she dared to admit to anyone. This evening she didn’t just fling herself onto the armrest as she might have done before the Massage Madness. She didn’t know how much he understood about her reaction yesterday and she was scared to find out.

“Is something troubling you, Entrapta?” Hordak asked after she’d entered from one of the vents not directly over his throne and stayed on the floor before the stairs. She knew she should probably just act as normal, but she wasn’t sure she dared to. Handing him her report with her hair, he pushed it aside. “Please ascend the stairs, Entrapta, and sit in your usual seat.” His large hand patted the left armrest.

She opted for running up the stairs, instead of using her hair, and jumped up on the armrest without looking directly at him. “Sorry, I have been… distracted.” She mumbled, flickering through the datapad in her hair to find the report on the drones’ latest activities.

“I expect your full attention on the assignments you’ve been given.” Hordak said in a detached voice that she knew well; it was unremarkable, but she didn't like how she felt his eyes on her, though she didn’t look up from the datapad. “I trust there will be no more… distractions.” She glanced at him quickly, but his face was neutral like his voice. Maybe she'd just imagined the way he paused at a peculiar place in his sentence. She might have been worrying for nothing; the realization caused her to relax. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d misunderstood a situation, but this was at least a good misunderstanding.

She began going through her report on the drones and how she planned to improve the shields on their legs, although she had thought about converting all drones, so they hovered instead of walked. It would make them weaker if attacked directly, but at the same time they would be harder to attack head on.

The entire time she spoke, she felt his eyes on her. It wasn’t that unusual; he always gave her his full attention, but right now it felt like his red eyes were burning into her. She also took note of his body’s position. He always made plenty of room for her on his armrest, but he sat a little closer today. All of his body was leaning towards her.

She finally dared to look directly at him, awaiting his answer to her proposition about the drones. He answered short and concisely, asking about the time prospect and the amount of resources necessary, as she had expected and already had answers to. But that’s when she saw his gaze lower for a moment. As she began to speak, it happened again. Was she hallucinating or were his eyes straying to her breasts?

She continued talking about the hovering project for the drones, something she could do in her sleep, while her mind was on Hordak's close proximity; she felt warmth pool in her lower abdomen. He extended his arm and placed his elbow between her legs to rest his chin on his hand. It was something he’d done often, but now it made her core flutter and contract. It suddenly felt very empty inside her. If he kept staring at her like that, she might have to take a break like she'd done after the Massage Madness.

When she paused for his opinion on the type of hovering engine, he inhaled deeply, his eyes locking with hers, and changed the subject so fast, it made her head spin. “How is your body feeling? Any discomfort?” His hand left his chin and reached out to tug a lock of hair behind her shoulder, leaving his hand by her neck which made her shudder. He smirked with a glint in his eyes. “I mean after your massage, Princess.”

The way he said ‘princess’ gave her goosebumps. He had never called her that before… but she liked it very much. She shifted in her seat, feeling wetness spreading in her panties. “I- yes. I mean NO, no discomfort at all!” An awkward giggle somehow found its way out of her mouth in spite of her best attempt to keep it in.

“Are you certain? You seem bothered by something, Princess. Is there another place that aches? Lower perhaps?” The hand at her neck began to stroke her through her purple blouse, slowly moving down to the bare skin above her breasts. Her breathing increased.

“I… don’t know.” It was tantalizing, the way he watched her while caressing her skin back and forth, back and forth. She was throbbing between her legs, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth slightly open to release her heavy breaths. She tried to squeeze her thighs together for relief, forgetting that his elbow was still there. The crux of her pressed against his armored lower arm, the friction so good that she moaned and tilted her hips forward.

When she realized what she had done, she was once again horrified by her blatant, humiliating behavior. Her hair immediately reached for the vent above the throne and began to pull her upwards, but Hordak’s long arms caught her. She struggled against him, squeaking with embarrassment, but her squirming only caused her overalls to slide down her legs as she attempted to get free from his firm hold. He simply gripped her bare legs too and managed to pull her down to sit on the armrest again.

“Sit down, Princess.” He commanded, although not sounding angry. More… amused? And out of breath, despite how short their struggle had been. Her legs were bare, her overalls pooling around her ankles where her boots had stopped them from falling completely off. She became very aware of how wet her panties were and crossed her legs before covering herself with her hair.

“Can I pull my overalls up?” She said, probably as red as his eyes with humiliation.

A large hand took the hem of overalls as though he wanted to assist her with it, but dropped it again. His hand began to move up her right leg instead. “Are you sure that’s what you want… Princess?” He asked in the most seductively voice she’d ever heard. Carefully, she raised her head and dared to look at him. His eyes appeared to be a darker red, a fangless smile gracing his lips. “Or shall I help you with this discomfort as well?”

His hand slid up her inner knee, easily pushing her weak legs apart, then continued up her inner thigh. The intended goal he had in mind was becoming very clear to her. He inhaled deeply, humming as though he was presented with a delicious meal. It took her several moments to realize that he could smell her arousal. She opened her mouth and closed it again a few times before speaking. “Wh-- Do you… do you want to?”

His hands stopped just before reaching her soaked panties, instead drawing tiny circles on the thin skin on her heated thighs. “Very much so. If you will permit me the honor." His long tongue swept over his lower lip, his expression practically smoldering. She exhaled a shuddering breath, glancing down at his surprisingly soft fingertips stroking her so gently. There would be stupid to say no this.

"No…" she whispered hoarsely. Immediately, he pulled his hand away and reached for the hem of her overalls, but she took that massive hand in both of hers. "I mean, I definitely want yo- this. But I haven't actually been with another person before and I'm afraid this will ruin our partnership and maybe break my heart which is, by data gathered from other subjects' accounts, worse than losing a friend and yes, I do know that those accounts are unreliable and therefore not usable in-"

"Entrapta!" He interrupted her, possibly for the first time in the time they'd worked together. "You are not alone in this. I, too, have not experienced intimacy with another person. It is against my Creator's Sacred Laws. However… I have come to accept that I may be meant to be here. With you. And I find that it is something I yearn for." He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and kissed the dorsal side of it in spite of the glove between her skin and his lips. "As your lab partner and if you desire it… as more than that."

His eyes were big and sincere. While she wasn't the best at reading facial expressions, she'd never known him to lie. Could he really want this like she did? "I- definitely d-desire…" dared she say it? She had everything to lose, but so much to gain as well. "... you. I desire you." His gaze intensified the moment she'd spoken, turning her breathless.

A hand came up to cup her cheek, then slid around to her neck and into her hair there. He pulled her forward as he leaned towards her, meeting her lips with his own. It was her first kiss and she couldn’t imagine one more perfect than this. He was gentle, slanting his lips over hers in a slow test of the intimate caress.

It felt as though a wormhole opened within her belly and sucked her insides away until she was empty. But that emptiness was immediately filled by desire and love. She pressed a little harder against his mouth, wanting more of him. He slipped out his warm tongue to lick the seams of her lips and she moaned, parting them to deepen the kiss.

He invaded her mouth with his tongue, seeking out her own and swallowing her whole until he had rendered her completely useless. She was feeling feverish, breathing hard as she sat leaned further forward with her hands on his shoulders to stabilize herself. "Hordak…" she breathed as their kiss broke. He continued kissing her jaw in the most wonderful way.

The hand by the nape of her neck found the buttons there and effortlessly unbuttoned her sleeved top while the other hand pulled it off her, allowing him to plant kisses further down her neck. He paused for a moment before he unzipped her white top, baring her torso to the cold room, and her nipples hardened into stiff peaks. "Let me see you…" his voice rumbled below her ear, full of desire. For her. Therefore, she didn't try to hide herself as he drew back and let his gaze wander over her body.

His hand, looking massive compared to her tiny frame, lifted to her left breast. He looked at her briefly, waiting for her to nod, before he cupped her carefully. It felt incredible. She threw her head back, gasping at the sensation, which only intensified when a blunt talon circled the nipple. "Oh, your beauty rivals every nebula, every galaxy I've ever seen. The infinite universe is nothing compared to you." He leaned in to kiss her again, smiling against her lips when his hands teasing her breasts made her whimper.

She felt his other hand again by her knee, slowly sliding up between her spread legs. Her breath hitched when his slightly rough, textured fingers skated over her sensitive inner thighs, drawing circles on her skin rather than touching her eager folds. He was waiting for permission, she realized. "Please," she whined and shifted in the seat on his armrest, parting her legs further. All embarrassment about her wet underwear was forgotten; all she wanted was to feel him there.

She gasped loudly, her head lolling back when his hand finally cupped the crux of her. A growl sounded deep in his chest, his lips spreading fang-sharp kisses over her throat. "You are drenched, Princess." He slowly rubbed his fingers against the fabric of her panties which was sticky with her arousal. It only increased the pulsating sensation further.

“Please… Let me remov-” before she could finish, his talons had ripped through the panties and tossed them aside. She cried out when a long, oddly calloused index finger connected with her slick flesh, starting from her mound and leisurely dragging down her slit. He lingered for a short moment as he reached her clit and she bucked into his hand, but still continued his slow path down to her opening, teasing the delicate skin around it.

Her hair grabbed hold of him and the throne - everything in its reach - when he slid his finger into her core, somehow avoiding scratching her with his claw. She’d imagined this moment many times, even created it with her own fingers and toys, but it had never felt like this. He was real, he was the one touching her and all she could do was melt into it. His finger was chilled compared to her burning core and it was an astonishing sensation. This experiment demanded a large amount of her trust to let him do this, but she realized that she trusted him with her body - and her heart as well.

He curled the digit inside her which caused her core to inadvertently clench as the pad of his fingertip found a very responsive spot; he hissed against her shoulder. “Such a gift you bestow on me. So hot and tight… Will you allow me the honor of pleasuring you?” His eyes were like flames as he gazed upon her flushed face with her mouth agape, but she managed to nod. Watching her intensely, he began to move his finger in and out of her.

This was better than any fantasy she’d ever had. His long finger could reach places inside her she’d never thought existed and slide over them continuously, stimulating her so perfectly. Soon, another finger joined the first, a tighter fit but providing even more delicious friction. His thumb found her swollen clit and skated over it with care.

She managed to open her eyes and found him looking at her with something akin to awe if she was to guess. He was panting almost as hard as her, watching her as she sat naked on the armrest of his throne, completely at his mercy. That notion made it all even more thrilling to her.

Her hips started to lift into his hand by their own account, chasing his fingers as they withdrew from her core until they plunged back inside. She moaned, whimpered and gasped, with each thrust of his fingers and becoming addictive to his touch. A rising urge built in her, begging him to give her body what it yearned for.

He was steering her and leading her directly towards her rapture, building rapidly within her while his thumb on her pearl rubbed harder. A third finger slipped inside her, the fullness taking her breath away. She gripped the armrest beneath her as her only anchor when Hordak pressed against the pleasure point inside her and her clit at the same time, pushing her into the abyss.

His free arm wrapped around her back to stop her from falling as she lost all control over her body, every muscle in her body trembling in an explosion of light. She cried out at the intensity which felt neverending and she desperately hoped it was.

His fingers slowed inside her as she reluctantly came down, her whole body limp and leaning against him. “That was… incredible.” She said between breaths, her sweaty forehead resting on the cool metal on the armor on his shoulder. “This… It’s all I’ve ever wanted...”

“Is it?” He purred darkly, sending a shiver down her spine. “Because I have so much more to offer.”

His words filled her with new excitement and she found the energy to pull herself together enough to sit upright. Well, almost upright; she was slumped in her seat on the armrest, but at least she wasn’t leaning all her weight on him or falling off the throne. “Like what? I’m ready for everything!” Her gaze dropped to his groin. Whatever he had, she could work with it.

A laugh rumbled deep in his throat. Carefully, he eased his fingers out of her and she winced a little, but was too relaxed from the intense orgasm and the promise of more to think much of it. He stared at her with a smirk as he slowly raised his hand to his mouth and licked the three fingers that had been inside her without breaking eye contact, once more humming with apparent hunger. When he was finished, he lowered the hand to his loins and palmed the very large bulge in the skirt of his tabard. Her eyes widened as the fabric tightened around the length, giving her a better idea of its size. “Are you sure that you can handle all of me?”

Entrapta felt the intimidation he tried to stir in her. But she wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge. Besides, she’d been practicing for this every night since she first saw him without his armor. She looked him square in the eyes with determination. “I want all of you.” And she meant it. His body, his love, his mind. There was no doubt that she wanted him. 

She bent down to touch the intriguing bulge between Hordak’s legs, but a large hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her upright. He leaned forward until their faces were mere centimeters away, red eyes burning into her. “All things in good time… Entrapta.” His deep voice made goosebumps rise on her skin.

He kissed her passionately, engulfing her completely in his arms. It allowed him to touch every bare inch of her body and he eagerly squeezed each curve he could find. She crawled forward and into his lap until she was settled directly over the hard protrusion, lowering herself onto the massive arousal hiding beneath his tabard. He broke free from their kiss, groaning loudly, his hands on her butt pulling her more firmly against his erection.

“You ruin my plan to show patience, little Princess. But I have reached my limit when you rub yourself so enticingly against my greedy shaft.” He lifted her up with one of his hands underneath her rear and tossed the garment aside to reveal a massive length, blue and thick with ridges covering the underside. She took notice of the compatibility with her own sex. But it wasn’t long she got to study it before he impatiently pulled her down on top of him again, his hard length gliding between her folds. The flow of blood through the veins of his cock caused the ridges to press into her, specifically the one placed directly against her swollen pearl. She whimpered, grinding herself on him.

“How divine you feel, Entrapta,” he purred and she practically dissolved on top of him, “I cannot wait any longer. I must have you now.” His hand slid over her backside and up her back until it reached her hair, tangling his long fingers into it. He pulled her lips to his, kissing her tenderly. His other hand grasped her rear, squeezing it firmly as it lifted her a little from her place on his thighs to position his shaft right at her entrance.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him. All she had to do was lower herself, sliding down on that big shaft like she’d fantasized about. Yet she hesitated.

He leaned back to look at her, his red eyes half-lidded and the color of danger. "Relax," he said calmly and she felt herself do as he said. "I'll be gentle. Let me in." She nodded, her teeth biting into her bottom lip in concentration as her eyes locked on his. He placed a large hand on her hip while the other covered much of her back to hold her steady and close to him.

She gasped as he slowly guided her down onto his length, letting her feel every inch of her core being spread open and filled with that incredible fullness. He paused for a moment to pull her closer, shutting his eyes and leaning his forehead against hers. “Stars… You feel sublime…Entrapta,” he took a shaky breath, his talons digging slightly into her hips.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded and he sighed with evident relief as he continued to lower her onto that impossibly big shaft. She found it hard to breathe, barely inhaling between the short, sharp gasps she let out. Her nails dug into his shoulders.

It felt sudden when the last of him sank deep inside her and her thighs met his prominent hips. A low moan escaped her lips. His arms wrapped around her body and he buried his face in her neck as he emitted a shuddering exhale. She could feel a slight tremble in his muscles where she’d dug her short nails in. For once her mind was only focused on one thing and it was as overwhelming as it was freeing.

He kissed her pulsepoint and she felt her core flutter as it had earlier, but this time it had something to grip onto. “Ah, Entrapta… Fuck..” He moaned and lifted his head, his hooded eyes burning into her with desire. His hips lifted and he rolled them carefully against her, testing the waters. The small movement created friction beyond any she had ever felt. She felt herself move with him, increasing the pleasure, and he let out a small groan. “My sweet Entrapta..." She shivered at the tone of his voice as he spoke her name. He sounded almost reverent. "How perfectly you fit me." Her agreement turned to a weak mewl as his hands found her hips again and began to move them both in earnest.

His pace was unhurried and savouring. Each lift of his hands pulled her upwards until she was nearly painfully empty before slowly lowering her again, letting her feel all of his hard cock as it filled her to the brink again. He continued this agonizing pace, watching her with a smoldering gaze and dragging his hands over her small body as he controlled her movements.

Each descent onto him sent surges of pleasure running through her, winding her up like a toy, and she tried to move faster to derive more of that delicious friction much quicker. But his strong paws held her in place and kept each roll of their hips slow. “Please,” she begged, her body impatient to feel that sweet release, “I need this!”

“Shh… hush.” He kissed her gently, leaning back with a smirk when she tried to deepen the kiss. “Trust me.” He thrust his hips upwards with extra force and she whined in response, her inner walls contracting and pushing her higher. His heavy breathing and his talons digging a little into her skin revealed that he was not unaffected either; that knowledge made her feel powerful, even as he held full control over her.

Her impending rapture built up gradually and intensified to such a degree that she almost couldn’t bear it. Her hips desperately tried to move of their own accord, aching to let go of the acute pressure ready to burst. He never changed his rhythm, but started to grind her harder down on him, his hips snapping up to overwhelm her with each thrust.

She cried out loud for him as her body started to shake almost painfully, lacking that final push over the edge. A growl rumbled deep in his throat and with a otherworldly force he drove his cock into her while he pulled her downwards in a rapid pace, ramming into her repeatedly and holding her steady as she arched her back and spasmed violently, bright swells of pleasure sweeping over her until she went limp with exertion.

Her world was a blurred haze, but she could feel the sting of his length leaving her quivering core and then she was being lifted and carried somewhere. She couldn't find it in herself to care; Hordak was there to keep her safe and he started to purr, a low vibration traveling through her where she was held against his chest.

She whined when she was pulled away from him and laid down on soft linens, but it encouraged her to wake up a bit and focus on her surroundings. He’d taken her to a spartan room containing only a bed and a cabinet. However, even a room full of First Ones’ tech couldn’t keep her eyes away from the tall figure on the bed who was looking at her with dark eyes. He had shred his armor, but his tabard was once again in place. It wasn’t enough to hide the large shaft still erect and straining.

He leaned in and began to kiss her neck tenderly, yet enough to make her body stir again. “I apologize. You deserve to be worshiped in a bed.” He tried to hide the need in his breath, but the slight press of his cock against her hip made it very apparent to her how much he was holding back. The idea that he was incredibly aroused - because of her - but was waiting for her to decide whether or not to continue thrilled her immensely. The thought alone made her wetter. 

She sat up in front of him, admiring the powerful man lying before her; he was looking up at her with such hunger, like a predator ready to pounce on her. Leaning down to kiss him chastely while pushing the skirt of his tabard aside to make her intentions clear and perhaps studying his arousal up close - hopefully hands on - she wasn’t prepared to be pushed down to land on her back and covered by his huge frame.

His lips were ferocious as they claimed her, his tongue forcibly diving into her mouth and swallowing her ardent moan. Large hands pressed against her thighs to spread her enough to accommodate his hips between her legs, his hard cock finding her opening with ease. She was already soaked again, her core throbbing with anticipation. “Please, Hordak, I need you,” she whispered between kisses and he groaned, unable to deny her this which he wanted so badly.

A single arm placed next to her head was all that kept his enormous body from crushing her as he kissed her passionately while his other hand aligned him with her entrance. Well aware of his size now, she grabbed hold of his bare, muscular flanks and held her breath when he entered her again.

Her body accepted him more easily this time, her hips instinctively lifting to take more of him inside. “Stars above…” he breathed and buried his head in her neck again as he slid all the way inside her. She inhaled raggedly, her exhale turning into a fervent groan when he began to move, drawing back before pushing into her again. The new angle made each ridge on his shaft strike something within her that unleashed wave upon wave of pleasure with every thrust.

“Don’t… stop...” She cried and wrapped her legs around his waist as much as she could, holding on tightly as he plunged into her faster. His fingers raked through her hair, adding to the pleasure, and he kissed her, stealing what little breath she had.

When his mouth left hers, he caught her eyes with a fiery stare. “Entrapta... you are divine.” He groaned, feeling her core climb toward ecstasy. “You belong to me now... do you understand?” She tried to speak, but the only noise she made was a mixture of a whimper and a moan and her eyes closed as she felt her climax approach. He slowed his movements until he paused entirely and caught her chin between his thumb and his forefinger. “Do you understand, Entrapta?” He purred, well aware that he was tormenting her.

“Yes!” She cried, grinding against him. She’d been so close. He held her hips down. 

“I need to hear you say it…” he bent down to whisper in her ear. “Tell me to whom you belong.” She whined, his hot breath teasing her overstimulated skin. In spite of the frustration she felt, she relished that he took control and commanded her the way he did.

“I… belong to you, Lord Hordak.” The added title made him moan into her ear, gripping her harder. It made her feel powerful. “Do with me as you wish.”

If she’d thought he had been rough before, she’d been sorely mistaken. At her words he took hold of both her hips and held her in place for what was to come. The next thrust was brutal, making her scream in a mix of pleasure and pain as he hit the very end of her. He continued to pound into her repeatedly, possessing her in every possible way, and in mere moments she was coming. Her core gripped his cock, but he didn’t stop. “Mine… Entrapta…” he groaned breathlessly, not slowly the punishing pace.

Her orgasm hadn’t ended before she was thrown into another, wailing his name as she shattered once more. She barely registered the way he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her body against his nor how he tilted her head to access her throat before she felt the sensation of his fangs sinking into her skin. Another scream tore from her lips just as he swelled inside her and delivered one last, fierce thrust into her core. A long, rumbling growl rocked through her as he released into her, clutching his body to hers as though he never wanted to let her go.

His arms stayed around her, holding her tightly against him, even after they’d both caught their breaths. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled, and she allowed herself to snuggle into his embrace. It didn’t feel overwhelming or oppressive, it just felt… right.

“You are aware that I meant what I said?” His voice was hoarse, but insistent. “You belong to me now.” As though he wanted to prove a point, one of his hands drifted over the teeth marks he’d left on her throat; they would definitely leave a scar.

“I know,” she nuzzled into his chest with a grin, “but I meant it too when I said that I want all of you.”

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Hordak had entertained the idea of sharing more with Entrapta than just his Sanctum. Many fantasies were focused on sexual encounters, but some were mundane things like waking up with her in his arms or going mining for First Ones’ tech in a forgotten cave. He didn’t expect that much of their daily interactions would change, except more casual touching.

It turned out that their daily lives were what changed the most.

He’d always thought that Entrapta was behaving very comfortably in his Sanctum, like she owned the place. It had stopped bothering him a long time ago; her comfort was important and her concentration was at its best when she felt secure. The Sanctum provided her with this as much as it did for Hordak.

However, he hadn’t realized that Entrapta had kept some of her preferences in check around him. Mostly the fact that she did not like to wear pants. At all. He’d thought that she wore the baggy overalls for their practicality with multiple pockets and the protective layer of flame retardant fabric, but it turned out that she wore them because they made her feel less like she was wearing anything on her legs. And when the need to cover up her lower body in front of him was gone, so were her overalls.

Every time he stepped into the Sanctum, he was met with the sight of Entrapta’s olive brown, plump backside wiggling back and forth as she moved to the invisible rhythm she felt in her body when she was working. It was… distracting for the smitten warlord and, safe to say, their daily accomplishments grew fewer every time Hordak grew hard. 

Entrapta did not seem to mind in the least and frankly, neither did Hordak. There was no rush to finish anything, nothing so pressing that it could compare to the urgency of his cock pressing against her inviting flesh. 

One day after another useless meeting with his Force Commanders, he walked into the Sanctum to find Entrapta at their shared workstation. The table was quite high as it was made for his own tall frame in mind, so she used her ponytails as posts to keep her steady while fiddling with something on the worktable with her hands. She swung her body back and forth between the two hair posts like a swing.

He’d seen her like this many times before, but never without her overalls to cover her short, shapely legs with strong muscles underneath the pliable flesh which flexed every time she moved. Her hips were broad and well defined, displaying the maturity of her adult body and the strength of her pelvis which he took delight in every day. Most enticing was her heart-shaped, ample backside that bounced with her neverending buoyancy, her soft skin only covered by a meager pair of overwashed panties clearly in need of replacement. 

It was one of the most glorious sights he’d ever beheld and he hardened instantly as he unavoidably imagined all the ways he could take her.

He slowly walked towards her, careful not to disturb her although she likely knew that he was there; she must've heard the sound of the sliding doors or his metallic boots. But he didn’t want her to stop her tantalizing movements which lured him closer. When he was almost behind her, she casually acknowledged his presence.  “Oh, hi Hor-” 

His name died on her lips as he leaned in to kiss her neck gently, his thin lips finding the spot beneath her ear that he knew so intimately. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she sighed with a hint of pleasure, hands stilling on the circuit board she was working on and her hips ceasing their swinging. His hands ran up her arms and to her shoulders where he began to knead the muscles there. He’d gotten her to admit how much it aroused her when he caressed her back and he took full advantage of it.

She abandoned her work in front of her and tried to turn around to face him, but his hands quickly landed on her hips to stop her. “Ah ah, you stay right there, my Princess.” He kissed further down her neck, fangs dragging over the delicate fresh skin where he’d bitten her. It made her whimper. When he’d warned her that he would likely be compelled to bite her again one day, she had revealed that she found his marking arousing, a fact proven every time he came near to the wound.

“Move again for me, like you did before I so rudely interrupted you,” he whispered into her ear and guided her hips slowly back into the rhythm that she’d had moments ago. She immediately followed suit and began to swing her body in earnest, pushing her practically bare backside into his hard shaft. The connect made her falter in her movements, her breath hitching, but his hands on her hips didn’t allow her to stop. He pulled her forward, then backwards to grind her lush rear against his cock. 

His mouth smiled into her jaw where he was placing light kisses. He could feel her pulse in her neck quicken, her breathing increasing. “Keep going.” He commanded and she did as he asked, using her body to swing herself into his awaiting arousal

His fingers traced the line of her worn panties. He’d already caught the heavy scent of her desire which couldn’t be hidden by such thin fabric and he was quite impatient as he played with the useless piece of clothing which should be discarded. But knowing well that Entrapta never threw anything remotely functional away, he decided to take the matter of her inadequate undergarments into his own hands. Quite literally. The fabric fell apart so easily as he ripped them open. 

His large hands slid from her hips, down over her voluptuous bottom where he halted her swinging to grasp the luxurious flesh firmly. He took a moment to free his eager length and push it hard against her, earning him a breathless moan from his lover, before he glided his hands up her inner thighs. He could feel the evidence of her slick desire already dripping from her.

“Are you ready for me so soon?” He whispered into her ear before licking its rim. Two digits skated over her folds, lightly grazing her swollen pearl before he traveled further down to tease the sensitive skin near her entrance. She mewled, thrusting her pelvis forward to feel more of his hand. Unwilling to stretch this tryst out for too long since anyone could walk in and see her naked body which was only for him, he plunged two fingers into her cunt, wet heated flesh to make sure she was fully prepared. Her flexible muscles hungrily grasped his digits, making him groan loudly. His ears heard her ardent pleas for him to fill her completely, a desperate need he felt as well. 

He pulled out his fingers and grabbed her hips again to align her perfectly with his length. Instead of thrusting into her, he pulled her dangling body down onto his cock, sinking deep inside her. She cried out, her hands reaching out to hold onto the worktable in front of her as he filled her. He growled in the back of his throat, nibbling at her bite mark again. “Ah Princess, do you feel how deep I’m buried within your hot little cunt?” He gave a small thrust to exemplify his words.

“Oh stars!” She whimpered as he started to sway her forward, leisurely dragging her off his cock, before pulling her backwards to be filled anew. Her ponytails stood steady as posts buried into the floor while he used the position to fuck her. He’d taken her from behind before, but the sensation as her body slipped back and forth on his cock so effortlessly made him certain that they would have great use of her hair in the future. He’d never even considered that possibility.

But he knew he wouldn’t last long like this. It was too good, not just the way her core suckled at his throbbing cock, but also how her perky rear pushed against him and her moans echoed in the large room. She was getting closer as well and he moved a hand from her hip to slide a finger down her slit where he found her clit, immediately rubbing her exactly as she liked. 

The effect was instant. The high pitch of her voice screamed his name as her inner muscles clamped down on his cock and every loose strand of hair in her ponytails curled. He increased his pace, ramming inside her while he pulled her down onto his length, holding his own orgasm back as he took pleasure in the feeling of her quivering rapture and the sounds that left her. 

But as her body slowly calmed, she glanced behind her and locked eyes with him - sweaty and exhausted - and with a smirk breathed “Thank you, my Lord”. He lost all control and came abruptly, burying his cock so deep inside her that he pushed her forward into the worktable. 

Her upper body ended up flat on the table with him on top of her, though holding his weight off her, both of them breathing heavily. “You owe me a new pair of panties. Several, I think.” She said playfully.

He smiled against her neck. “Only if you start wearing pants. Because this,” he reached down to cup a full cheek on her tempting backside, “is very distracting.” Before she could respond, he flipped her around and kissed her deeply before he slowly trailed kisses down her body.

He wasn’t finished with her yet.

Chapter Text

Hordak was by far an old clone. In Etherian years, he was not much older than Entrapta. Clones were born as adults and could in theory live to be several hundred years old, but Horde Prime’s demand for perfection usually meant that no clone lived long enough to obtain wrinkles. And considering Hordak’s defect, it was unlikely he would live much longer than Entrapta.

Although he wasn’t old, he was very tired. Not physically tired, at least not more than usual, but mentally exhausted. While he had immediately striven to become a conqueror when he’d first accepted that he would reside on Etheria until Prime came for him, it was never something he wished for himself. He didn’t like strategizing, training soldiers or attacking villages. It all became quite tedious after a short while.

So, when he accepted that Horde Prime wouldn’t come for him for whatever reason and settled himself into a much more pleasant existence with Entrapta by his side, he decided to end the war for good.

However, when he mentioned this to Entrapta, he was surprised to see her face fall. She explained that she enjoyed making weapons and having a purpose in the world. Not wanting to disappoint his beautiful lab partner, he promised to wage one last war for her. He didn’t tell her, but he decided that this would be an excellent way to merge their two kingdoms.

Perhaps he could even make it a wedding gift. He had plans to propose to Entrapta, although he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it as of yet.

Anyhow, his plan to unite their kingdoms meant that he would have to conquer all the smaller fishing and trading coastal villages along Talon Mountain which lay between The Fright Zone and Dryl, but with his full attention it would likely not be an issue. He had always focused more on the portal and surviving long enough to go through said portal, but now that the former was no longer a priority and he had Entrapta’s help with the latter, he could concentrate fully on conquering a few areas on Etheria.

None of the villages belonged to any kingdoms and were mostly self governed. He wasn’t going to change much, only claim the territory as part of the Drylian Horde (he had to come up with a better name). The weapons Entrapta would make wouldn’t be to attack the actual villages unless they put up too much of a fight; they would be used against the princesses who would definitely make their appearance.

Yes, one last conquest of an Etherian territory before he retired. It was fitting. But it also meant that he would have to gather the troops, form a strategy for each takeover, meet with his Force Captains and so on.

What he didn’t do for love.

Over the next few days after making his decision, he formed a decent strategy and called in his Force Captains for a meeting to present the plan.

He had asked Entrapta not to disturb them during the meeting. It was strictly about informing his staff and laying down the strategies; something that wouldn’t interest her. She would just end up discussing weapons and it was too early for that.

But he wasn’t surprised or annoyed when he heard her in the vents. The only surprise was that she was in the vent beneath the throne room - the one providing ventilation to the engine bay below - but he figured at first she must be passing through. Until the hatch beneath the table opened when Cobalt was suggesting a different route between two villages.

Looking around at his Force Captains, it became apparent that he was the only one who had heard her open the hatch which made enough sense considering his excellent hearing. He was waiting for her to jump out from under the table, but nothing happened. Perhaps she was eavesdropping?

He decided to ignore her presence. If she wanted to eavesdrop, she was very much allowed to do so. There was no reason that he should reveal her being there since he had nothing to hide from her. She might think that he was withholding some information and if that was the case, the best way to ease her suspicions was to act like he wasn’t aware that she was listening.

Just as he had settled on this approach, Cobalt stopped talking and everyone looked to Hordak to hear what he had to say. He started to list the cons of Cobalt’s suggestion - after all he hadn’t chosen that route for good reason - but he paused and very nearly jumped in his seat when two ungloved, unbelievably soft hands touched his knee guards and pushed his legs apart before sliding up his thighs.

The Force Captains looked bemused at him and he was quick to continue speaking, all while Entrapta seated herself between his legs beneath the table. He took a moment to clear his throat when he felt her lips plant kisses on the inside of his thighs.

Hordak had rarely worn underwear. It was too restricting and he didn’t see the point of it. Especially not after he’d begun making spontaneous love to Entrapta several times a day. But in this moment he wished that he had something to hinder her easy access to his cock which was hardening with each tender kiss on his thighs, her lips slowly coming closer to his very eager length. The skirt of his tabard was simply flung aside when it got in the way.

“Force Captain Octavia, you were born and raised in one of the coastal villages.” He hurried to say when he felt Entrapta's breath on the head of his fully erect cock. “Seafar Harbor, right? Please share the citizens' general opinion on the Horde in that area.”

He narrowly managed to turn everyone’s attention to Octavia before Entrapta’s hot mouth engulfed his cock head and sucked. Hard.

Entrapta wondered if anyone else could hear Hordak’s strangled groan as she took his cock into her mouth. Not that it mattered. She was enjoying herself far too much, finally being able to place her full attention on his delectable length. There was nothing to disturb her beneath the table with the boring strategic talk going on, and Hordak couldn’t easily stop her either; it would reveal more about their relationship that he wanted his underlings to know.

Usually, when she used her mouth on him, he would demand that he pleasured her during or he would eventually change their positions and begin fucking her instead. It certainly wasn’t something she complained about, but she knew that he didn’t like to be the only one who received pleasure. She was going to change that and there was nothing he could do.

She had been focusing on the head of his cock so far, but now she grabbed hold of the base of him, using both hands to reach all the way around his girth, and began stroking him firmly. Meanwhile, her mouth took in more and more of his shaft, testing how far down she could go. It was imperative that she didn’t make a sound, including gagging, because it would reveal her position.

It was obvious that Hordak was also struggling to keep her presence secret. His body felt rigid and, although he tried to hide it by taking deep breaths, his breathing was faster than usual. She wished that she could see his face, if he was blushing or his ears were lowered, but luckily she could simply review the security tapes afterwards.

She had to stop to catch her breath several times, but continued to kiss and lick the sides of his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head and when she pressed the tip of her tongue against the drop of precum forming on top, she distinctly heard claws dig into the table above her.

Someone was talking - Octavia maybe - but Entrapta didn’t really pay attention to it until the room turned silent. She stopped halfway down on Hordak’s cock, trying to figure out what was going on, and accidentally swallowed around his length. This caused him to groan out loud.

He caught himself and coughed. “Excuse me.” He mumbled, then started talking as he usually did in formal settings; she’d always preferred the deep, quiet timbre he used when it was just the two of them. “I had expected more resistance from that area and was looking forward to a great battle. It is disappointing. However, I trust that the princesses will aaah-” Entrapta sucked his cock with all her might, enjoying his loss of control. “-ttack ussss.”

She upped her efforts, stroking his length while sucking and swirling her tongue over his head. His legs were trembling, but he managed to keep his voice impassive again as he asked Cobalt to provide a timeframe to prepare the troops.

There was no doubt in her mind that he was nearing the peak and she used her hair to wrap around his legs and spread them wider, knowing that he found it titillating at times when she used her hair to restrain him.

Her mouth worked faster and when she let her teeth scrape over the side of his length, she heard him bang a fist into the table as his cock swelled in her hands. “Dammit!” He growled above her, his hips lifting in his seat to thrust deeper into her mouth, and he came forcefully down her throat. She drank it all down while her hair released his legs and stoked them tenderly.

The room had turned quiet again and she suspected that every Force Captain was looking at him. It was very amusing to think about as she licked his shaft clean. Once again, Hordak cleared his throat before speaking, slightly out of breath. “I had hoped to assemble the troops sooner. Damn it!” He was attempting to save face after his outburst. “Get to it right away then. Gather the soldiers and report back to me when you have a more definite time frame.”

“Yes, my Lord.” The Force Captains replied and began filing out of the room one by one. Entrapta took it as her clue to leave and opened the hatch to the vent below to creep out quickly. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, she wasn’t fast enough. Large hands grabbed hold of her biceps and pulled her out from under the table.

Uh-oh, she was in trouble now.

He placed her on top of the table, then pressed a few buttons on the side of the table to close the doors to the room. And locking them. He straightened his back again and directed all his attention onto her, standing tall above her with an angry facial expression. He was trying to intimidate her, well aware that it had never worked on her. But she could play along.

“Forgive me, my Lord. I was just trying to please you.” She lowered her head and stared up at him with a fake innocent look in her eyes, at least she hoped it looked like that to him. “Will you punish me?”

“You attempted to humiliate me in front of my subordinates.” His voice was definitely angry, but it had taken on that deep timbre she liked so much. Her heart started to beat faster. “I would be a terrible leader if I did not set an example.”

He sat down in his chair, still taller than her sitting on the table in front of him, and leaned back, tenting his fingers. “Take off your overalls.” It was a command, one she eagerly followed. When she’d removed her boots and socks, she lifted herself with her hair to push the overalls past her rear and down her legs, disposing them somewhere on the floor. Hordak’s eyes stayed locked on hers through it all.

“Now lie back on the table and spread your legs.” She noticed a hint of a smile on his lips before she obeyed. The table was cold on her skin and there were claw marks in the hard steel after Hordak’s talons, so she had to position herself between the marks to avoid getting scratched. Taking a deep breath, she spread her legs, exposing herself to his probing gaze.

He leaned forward, staring at the apex of her thighs where her sex was only covered by a thin pair of panties. Which pattern did these panties have? She hoped it wasn’t something cute because she had a feeling that they wouldn’t survive this encounter.

“Ah. I thought so. You are wet. I could even smell it. He stated with a slight purr to his voice. “Did you like having my cock in your sweet mouth?” Entrapta hadn’t even fully taken note of her own arousal until he said it, but now she could feel how her core was throbbing.

Desire hit her with full force as Hordak came closer, his fingers ghosting over her thighs. “I liked it.” She whispered, watching him tease her by almost touching her. Her hands skated over her upper body while her hair instinctively tried to pull him towards her center. He resisted.

“I want to see if you can keep yourself composed.” He grinned dangerously and she knew she was in trouble. “In a moment I will turn on the speakers for the whole Fright Zone. I will then proceed to make you come repeatedly, again and again. We both know that you have a very distinctive, recognizable voice. Let us see if you can keep quiet while I take you apart.”

She was about to beg him not to do it - she wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality, but she didn’t want everyone to hear her scream - but he pressed the button firmly before she could say anything. This phase of his teasing was over.

The microphone for the speakers stood in the middle of the table, pretty close to her head, so every sound from her mouth would be transmitted to every occupant of the Fright Zone while he could move about without it being picked up by the mike. This was fortunate when he ripped off her panties.

He leaned in and planted warm, open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs while looking at her with fiery eyes. It was obvious that he was in no hurry and the more time he spent on riling her up, the louder she got; he knew this. This was going to be the biggest challenge she’d faced ever since taking in his cock for the time.

His hands slid up over her thighs, her hips and, slipping under her white tee, over her soft stomach. Her own hands had been kneading her bosom, but fell away when his hands cupped each of her swollen breasts. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp as his rough palms met her tender nipples. He dragged them slowly back and forth, stimulating her just right. It felt so good.

She was so focused on his hands that she didn’t notice where his mouth was until he kissed her mound. Her eyes had closed, but opened now to stare down at him as his tongue moved between her nether lips, finding her clit immediately. She inhaled sharply, barely able to keep still, as he slowly started to circle it while imitating the pattern on her nipples with his fingers.

Her body had already been wound up after pleasuring him under the table and she felt her skin grow more responsive, blood rushing down to her core. It was all she could do to not scream as his fingers and tongue found the center they had been skating around, fingers pinching her nipples while his tongue pressed directly against her clit.

She writhed on the table, but he placed each of his upper arms on her thighs to hold her in place as he continued to rub her nipples and lick her swollen pearl. The restraints only enhanced the sensations.

Her orgasm came fast, crashing into her with full force, and she barely held back a scream as she dropped from the precipice. His hands left her breasts and held her squirming waist while his mouth blew cool air over her pulsating center. It helped her come down quickly, but also made her extremely sensitive; and he knew it.

He knew her so well and they had only been intimate for some months now. It was very strange that he paid so much attention to her, that she was worthy of his time, and it felt as though her heart swelled at the thought. He was everything she’d ever wanted in a partner and so much more.

Right now he was looking at her with a peculiar look in his eyes, one that she wouldn’t be able to decipher no matter how hard she tried, but he didn’t give her time to dwell on it. He smirked at her before lowering his mouth to her folds again.

This time he took his time to explore her, as though he hadn’t done it many times before, licking every inch between her legs. He inhaled deeply when he reached her opening where she was most definitely dripping and began lapping up her juices with enthusiasm. This wasn’t pleasurably, although it was very pleasant, but the enjoyment he obviously took in it was thrilling and it made her giddy.

His hands moved lower, lightly brushing over her skin which felt wonderful. She hummed a little and was shocked when she heard it echo through the speakers above, having forgotten about his game. He turned his head and chuckled against her thigh, then delivered a shallow bite right there which made her gasp; that echoed too in the speakers. She stared at him with annoyance and mouthed “that’s cheating” to him when he looked at her with amusement.

She was ready to turn off the speakers with her hair when he bent down and entered her with his long tongue. He could reach places inside her with that tongue, places that she hadn’t imagined could exist, and he was able to glide over every spot almost at once. She arched her back and lifted her hips, wanting – needing – more, but his hands took hold of her hips and held her down.

His tongue rolled inside her, the tip striking her G-spot with every roll, and she had to bite down on her hand to keep from crying out. He wasn’t able to see her head from his position between her legs, but it was clear that he knew she was close to losing this game because he doubled his efforts, his tongue moving more forcibly inside her.

She could feel nothing but pleasure and pressure built within her, a boiling heat in her loins that she needed to let out. But the pleasure kept building, winding her tighter and higher up, without any release being given. He’d stopped striking her G-spot and it was most definitely on purpose, to keep her tethered in limbo until she begged him.

He wanted her to scream his name through the speakers. That was his goal and she wouldn’t let him have it.

When she couldn’t plead him to let her come, she reached down to rub against her clit with two fingers instead. It worked like a charm. The pressure built to a crescendo and sent her off before he noticed what she’d done.

She was ready for it as her inner walls started to contract around his heavy tongue and she came just as he withdrew from her in surprise. He was oo late to stop her rapture, even after he pulled her hand away with a booming growl that was picked up by the microphone. Her lips spoke his name, but not as loudly as he wanted it.

When her body came down from its high, she opened her eyes and saw Hordak hovering over her, his expression angry. He had crawled up on the table with his arms and legs on each of her, his frame looming ominously above her body. It was incredibly sexy and she smiled as seductively as she could. “I win” she mouthed which seemed to anger him even more.

With magnificent speed, he reached up over her head. A blaring noise sounded over the speakers followed by brief static and then silence, except in this room where the sound of Hordak throwing the destroyed microphone to the floor was very audible.

She was about to comment that she could build a better model anyway when his mouth swept down and claimed hers with passion, deepening the kiss right away. He held his weight with one hand while the other wrapped around her waist, and lowered himself down on top of her. Clawed fingers raked through her hair as he assaulted her senses with fervor.

When he pulled away to let her breathe, he looked angry and extremely aroused. “You keep infuriating me, Entrapta!” His hand tightened around her waist and pulled her pelvis up against his, letting her feel just how riled up he was. “Stars, I love you!” He kissed her again, even harder this time, before she could reply.

It wasn’t the first time he had said it, but it still took her by surprise. He’d first pronounced his love for her after she’d talked for 15 minutes straight about a specific robot she’d thought about building and it had rendered her completely speechless.

This time she had no chance to respond, but she showed her love by cradling his face with her hands while her hair wrapped around his limbs. She parted her legs, letting him settle between them, and let a tendril of hair brush aside his skirt to free his hard length.

He didn’t hesitate, immediately aligning himself with her, and drove forward, hitting the end of her in one deep thrust. She broke free of his lips to cry out, pain and pleasure swirling together in one delicious sensation. This made him pause for a moment and he raised his head to look her in the eyes. She simply nodded and wrapped her legs around his waist which gave him all the reassurance he needed.

Their love-making was rough and fast with nails and claws digging into skin, along with biting and hair pulling, although the latter was only done by her. They established a rhythm, but it took a mere few minutes before she was moving her hips erratically and moaning his name in rapture. 

After her climax, he lifted her from the table with one hand on her back, the other still around her waist, and stood up. Her hair grabbed hold of a ceiling beam to give him free reigns to thrust as he wanted without thinking about balancing her, and he purred wildly into her neck as he began fucking her in earnest.

With each thrust, the base of his cock skimmed her clit while the tip hit the spot inside her, and she gasped, feeling her body about to explode again. “Let everyone hear who you belong to.” He breathed into her ear and pushed his chest into her, so her nipples rubbed against his hard shape. 

There was no way of stopping the fierce orgasm that slammed into her and she screamed his name, the sound of her shrill voice echoing in the large room. He followed with a groan, crushing her body to his as he trembled with pleasure.

They sank to the floor with her hair beneath them, none of them caring that they could still feel the cold and dirty floor under her hair because they both knew that they would retire to his bedroom and take a bath before another round of love-making. She rested her head on his chest, basking in the afterglow as she heard his hearts beat slower with each passing minute.

She was the first to speak as she often was. “I hope you don’t punish all your soldiers like that.” She said with a giggle, snuggling up against his body and looking up at him. He smiled and hugged her tighter.

“No, my star.” He murmured and turned his head to kiss the top of her head. Then he took her by complete surprise once again by saying something she’d barely even thought of until now: “Only the ones I want to marry.”