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I forget to knock before I enter. It’s a politeness I should’ve learned by now, but I didn’t grow up in a place where I had to knock and no one has ever explained to me why it’s necessary. Besides, it’s harder to knock when I enter a room through a vent, which is how I prefer to move around, so knocking rarely occurs to me.

But it occurs to me when I enter the room and see Hordak quickly sitting up in his bed, scrambling to cover his body with a blanket even though it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. He’s without his armor, but wearing his usual tabard as always. He must have many versions of the same design hidden away somewhere because he never smells unclean. He’s always looking immaculate and at times I envy that. To be completely honest, it was nice when I discovered that he was flawed. Like me.

“Entrapta.” He says, his voice a little raspier than usually. I can’t decipher why, but perhaps he had been close to falling asleep. His bed is the only indication I’ve ever had that he sleeps, but even cybotic organisms need to rest. “What are you doing in my private quarters?”

This is it. I can still walk away or I can do what I came to do. The portal is finished. All we need to do is the final calculations, but it won’t take long and then he will leave. Likely forever. Even if Horde Prime arrives to take over the planet, Hordak will probably not be a part of the ground troops. After all, he was a general and he must’ve proven his worth to Prime with all he has accomplished on his own.

Tonight is my last chance and I know I will regret it if I don’t do this.

I close the door behind me and lock it like Hordak should have done if he truly wanted to keep me out. Slowly, I begin to walk closer to his bed, dropping my gloves and mask on the floor while my hair unbuttons my long-sleeved shirt at my neck. “Please, don’t say anything. Don’t ask any questions. Just let me do this and then you can tell me to go if you want me to.” My voice is small and more insecure than I want it to be. I wonder if he can hear how nervous I am. 

He watches me intently as I slide off the shirt sleeves and kick off my boots, so I can push my overalls down. They pool at my feet before I step out of them. I pull the white top over my head as I reach the bed and stop in front of it, trying to gain courage for the last bit while his indecipherable eyes sweep over my body only covered by a simple bra and panties.

I take a deep breath and let my hair unclasp my bra while I slip off my panties. His gaze finds mine and we look at each other in silence as I climb onto the bed and towards him. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable to be naked before his eyes. He has always made me feel welcome and even now my presence feels accepted.

He opens his mouth to speak when I sit down on my knees next to him, but I stop him with a finger on his lips.

“Tomorrow, you will leave. I need to do this, just once, and then I’ll go.” His body is tense and I know that it’s a sign that he’s upset. I should stop, turn around, pick up my clothes and leave, but instead I lean forward and replace my finger with my lips.

His mouth is warmer than mine and his lips much softer than I expected. He doesn’t move and neither do I, but it’s enough. Just the press of my mouth against his is enough for me and I know that I don’t regret it, even if he shouts at me in anger when I pull away.

I forget to count the seconds. He hasn’t responded and I should take it as a sign to go. But I cannot. I want to cherish that I get to share a kiss with the person I love. It feels like something is fluttering in my belly, warm and sweet, and I can’t help but believe against all logic that he’s my soulmate. As a clone, he might not have a soulmate if such a thing existed, but I suddenly feel certain that I have one and that it’s him.

Hands touch my hair and I prepare to be pulled away, but instead they slide between my long locks and caress the strands delicately. His mouth softens and begins to shift against mine, tentatively slanting lightly over my lips.

I’m stunned by this development, but my mouth responds to his tender movements and I submit to the experience. His fingers rake through my hair and I lift a hand to cradle his cheek, my thumb gliding over the prominent cheekbone as I lean further into the kiss.

His lips are slightly rough and I pause long enough to run a finger over his bottom lip to understand the texture I cannot place by feeling it with my mouth. It feels like a tiny circuit board with a hundred small bumps, but softer and alive. So alive.

I kiss him again, harder this time, and the hand in my hair slides down to the nape of my neck and pulls me more firmly against him. He tilts his head a little to the right and takes my bottom lip between his lips, nibbling at it again and again. It increases the fluttering in my belly and all thoughts in my head quiet. If I was standing, my knees would would feel weak and I place my free hand on his shoulder to stabilize myself, just in case.

Experimentally, my tongue darts out to taste his lips and he lets them part, allowing me to gently explore his mouth. He makes a strange noise when my tongue touches his own and I hurry to pull it back, but he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me into his lap. His tongue invades my mouth and meets mine, making me understand the sound he made because I’m copying it as fierce pleasure surges through my body and fuels the throbbing in my core.

My hand on his cheek glides into his hair on its own account and I move my legs to straddle him while our kiss deepens, tongues moving rhythmically together. My body does the same, gyrating on top of him. He outright moans into my mouth, the hand cradling the nape of my neck tightening and the one around my waist gripping me to force me to settle fully against his lap. I break the kiss to gasp and throw my head back as the apex of my thighs is pressed against a hard length. He hisses my name into my neck and kisses the thin skin over my pulsepoint.

An urgency ignites between us. Hands remove the last barriers between us, the blanket and his clothes carelessly thrown aside while my hair wraps itself around the bed and his limbs, and when there’s nothing between us, he crushes our naked bodies together and claims me with a passionate kiss.

His hands slide over every inch of my body and he lets mine do the same, even the parts of him he sees as flaws. He’s the most beautiful being I’ve ever set my eyes on and his body feels so right against my own.

I push my chest against his to encourage him to touch my breasts and he doesn’t hesitate. Gently, he cups them and breaks away from our kisses to watch as he attentively begins to knead them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples which makes them harden further. I sit up on my knees and straighten my back, breathing his name as his ministrations fuel the fire in me.

He looks up at me with deep crimson eyes scorching me, slowly leaning forward until he can take my right nipple into his mouth. I cry out and grip his hair to keep him in place as his tongue plays with the sensitive peak. His other hand kneads my left breast, pitching the nipple there while his fangs scrape over the other.

I feel arousal drip from my core, sliding down my thigh, and when he switches sides, I wrap my leg around his torso and grind against his ribs to let him feel how wet I am. This catches his attention. The hand not teasing my breast grips my leg, his thumb drawing circles on my slick inner thigh - higher and higher - until it slides over my soaked slit and I cry out his name.

He groans against my breast before releasing it and flipping our positions, so I’m lying on my back on the bed. His large frame looms over me and he stares at me with heated eyes for long seconds. I don’t know what he’s seeing, but I forget it when his hand once more finds my sex. Strong fingers parts my nether lips and a third skims over my clit. “Harder!” I whine, my eyes falling closed, and he complies, rubbing at the swollen pearl with just the right amount of pressure.

I don’t notice that he has moved until he removes his finger and I feel the flat of his hot tongue lick through my folds. My abdomen thrusts upwards as I whimper and grip his tuft of hair to keep him there, but there’s no need to. He shows no signs of moving, but proceeds to find every sensitive spot that will make me shudder with pleasure. I open my eyes to see him look at me with half-lidded, intense eyes. He pulls away for a second and smiles at me before he lowers his head again and his tongue plunges into me.

We moan in union. He grips my thighs and holds me in place as he begins to devour me with enthusiasm, swirling over every responsive spot inside. His hand finds my clit and rubs against it firmly while his tongue fills me, and my hips roll along with the rhythm he establishes, winding me up until I snap with a scream. Sharp, red flames rushes through me and I feel his crimson gaze watching me as he crawls up the short length of my body and catches my moans with his mouth.

He’s kissing my jaw when I fully return to the moment and I marvel at the fact that I’m here with him; that he wants me, the weird, annoying princess. This isn’t just about mutual gratification - I'm certain of this - and even if he still chooses to leave, I will treasure this night and know that someone wanted me for me.

My thoughts return to the present when he kisses me deeply again and pulls me into his arms. I feel his length straining against my thigh, thick and long, and I’m thankful that I’ve played with large toys in the past which unknowingly has prepared me for this. His shaft has small bumps, not unlike those on his lips, and it feels nice when it slides against my skin.

I part my legs and he finds his place between them as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. It feels right. Our kiss slows and ultimately ends as the magnitude of this moment fills the air. He lifts his head as his cock settles at my entrance and locks eyes with me, looking like he is going to say something. Tension fills the atmosphere, although not one of discomfort, but one of significance.

I wonder if I should tell him what I feel for him, but I’m afraid. Afraid that he’ll stay out of pity for me, but even more afraid that he’ll leave anyway because my feelings don’t matter to him. The fear keeps me silent. He doesn’t say anything either, but his eyes are glistening in a way I haven’t seen before. I don’t know why, only that it makes me uneasy.

I lift my hips and the head of his cock slides in through the wetness gathered at my entrance. He groans and buries his face in my neck as he pushes forward, causing me to gasp and grip his shoulders in surprise, the sensation of him inside beyond any I’ve ever experienced. He pauses, but my hair around his limbs and torso encourages him to continue.

I’m being spread open and I don’t want it to stop. It’s overwhelming, it’s too much and it’s so good. He’s breathing heavily, obviously trying to hold back, as he achingly slowly nudges inside, but I don’t want him to hold back. My hair tightens around him and urges him forward and he finally lets go, driving hard inside until he can go no further.

I yelp as sharp pain shoots through me, but it quickly bleeds into pleasure and I moan, realizing that I can feel his length pulsate inside me. It’s exquisite and astonishing. I can barely focus on anything else, but I notice that he’s trembling, practically shaking. “Hordak?” I cannot discern if he’s overcome with pleasure like me or if something’s wrong.

He takes a deep breath, as though he’s steeling himself, and presses kisses against my neck with a low hum. When he finally moves his lower body, it’s careful and controlled, but it feels so good that I don’t care. He draws back and plunges back inside with a groan, the motion causing me to cry out as I’m stimulated by every inch sliding in.

He repeats the movement and my hips lift to meet his, deepening our connection. I feel a few drops of perspiration fall on my shoulder and at any other time I would’ve been fascinated that he - an alien - could sweat, but right now my mind is too occupied with the strange sensations.

Never have I felt anything like it and I want to analyze every new sensation, but I realize that I won’t ever experience this again and direct my attention to the present where each thrust fills me with searing pleasure so intense that it’s on the brink of overstimulating me. But I don’t want it to stop.

Hordak is whispering something rapidly into my neck, so quietly that I can’t hear any words. I cradle his face between my hands and try to pull him into a kiss, but he doesn’t budge at first, not until a hand covers my eyes. He lets my hands drag him to my lips and he kisses me fervidly, practically desperately, while our movements increase.

I feel my body rushing towards another climax as he grips my rear and pulls me harder into his thrusts, my moans filling the room. Drops of sweat land on my lips and he kisses them away immediately, replacing them with his ragged breathing. I want it all, all he has to give, even if it crushes me in the end. I want him to crush me. “Don’t hold back!” I beg, my hair ready to help him keep up the pace if necessary. 

He hesitates for a brief moment before he digs his talons into my ass and rams hard inside me with a roar of my name. I scream as hot agony slams into me and pushes me over the edge, falling into a vigorous orgasm that tears through me, all while Hordak pounds into me like a beast. One hand is still covering my eyes which heightens the experience and waves of pleasure crash into me repeatedly.

“En-trap-TA!” He shouts and drives into me one last time as he reaches his crisis. Both his arms wrap around me and hug me tightly against his body still quivering with his own rapture.

The after-effects of my intense orgasm fade as I listen to the twin beats of his hearts slow in his chest and his heaving breath which is hot and damp beneath my ear. We're both sticky with perspiration, but I won't let it bother me right now, nor do I care about the cooling fluids pooling between my legs when his sated length slips out. All that matters are the few minutes where there's no portal, no Prime and no war; just the two of us basking in the intimacy we have shared.

But reality catches up to me faster than I would have like when I realize that I have no plan for this scenario. I truly never expected him to reciprocate my desire and even though I certainly fantasized about sex with him, I didn't think about what would actually happen after. Because I, now more than ever, don't want him to go.

I can't ask him to stay and I don't want to because I fear that he will do it out of pity after what we just did. I only want him to stay if he genuinely wants to.

He nuzzles into my neck and it feels so wonderful that tears fill my eyes and I feel a need to cry, one I begin to fight with all my might. I have to get out of here and he must think the same because his body goes rigid against mine. My hair elevates him just enough to let me slip away from my position under him and his arms let me go without a fight. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him grab his blanket and cover himself with it. For the first time tonight I feel completely exposed and vulnerable.

I run for the door while my hair picks up every article of clothing I have stewed all over the floor. As my hand lands on the doorknob, his voice stops me in my tracks. "Entrapta." My name is said in a hurry, like he needs to say it before I go. I take a deep breath and use my hair to cover the most private places of my body as I turn around to face him.

He is looking at me with wide, serious eyes, but it's different from how he usually looks at me. I'm not sure how. Maybe it's because his makeup is smudged, especially under his eyes, and his hair is flopping down in his forehead. It's adorable and I hate how much I love him because I have to let him go.

Unless he stopped me from leaving because he wants to tell me that… he’ll stay?

But seconds pass where he opens and closes his mouth without saying a single word. He doesn’t know what to say, likely because he doesn’t want things to be awkward between us. It’s not what I want either, especially not when it’s the last time we’ll work together. So, I’ll save him the trouble.

“See you tomorrow, lab partner! We’re finally gonna open that portal!” I use my most cheerful voice and force a smile while a strand of my hair opens the door. I wave at him before I rush off, my heart aching when he doesn’t try to stop me.

This was a bad idea after all. I now know how incredible true love can feel and tomorrow I’ll lose it forever.

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I slam the door behind me after I enter my chamber, expecting the action to make it clear to Entrapta that I don’t want to be disturbed right now. But as I lean my forehead against the door, breathing hard to reign in my misplaced rage, I realize that I can’t expect her to understand my nonverbal cues, certainly not with everything else that’s going on, and I decide to turn the lock after all.

The wire in my right forearm glitches again, sending shockwaves up my arm and down my spine. A howl of pain fills the room and my first response is, as always, anger. I want to blame the armor and convince myself that Entrapta’s improvements did nothing, but the truth is that she has given me strength I haven’t had in years. It’s the techno-organic port in my elbow that is failing and I should have replaced it long ago.

Becoming riled up by people around me doesn’t help either. I theorize that since my ports are directly connected to my amygdala, intense emotions can affect the fragile port. I need to control my feelings better, but that is becoming increasingly harder. I should be grateful that a portal will be opened in just a few hours and I can finally return to Prime, but…

My eyes land on the bed which I’ve left unmade. I couldn’t bear to touch it this morning and risk disturbing my memories of what happened last night. Right after Entrapta had left, I’d been unable to sleep, plagued by the contradicting directions I wanted to take: Should I uphold my duty to Prime as I’ve attempted to do all these years or should I follow the deep longing inside me and stay… with her.

In the end I’d accepted that I wouldn’t get any rest and would be better suited to reach a decision by pacing the halls of the Fright Zone as it has worked in the past. But I still haven’t made a decision and it frustrates me. I’ve never had any urge to go against my programming, although I admit that I’ve been forced to while I’ve tried to accomplish my goals on this Prime-forsaken planet, but Entrapta has opened my eyes to a world of beauty, acceptance and… love. She has created this blasphemous doubt in me and I should despise it, yet I don’t.

I walk to my bed and sit down where she sat naked before me last night and pressed her lips against mine. She’d caught me at an inopportune time and I had been stunned by her boldness and her beauty. But when she kissed me, all my doubts dissipated.

It felt so right between us, finally tearing down the walls we each had put up over the years to protect ourselves from the harm of others. We could be safe together. Her skin was like silk, her lips as feathers caressing me. She enveloped me in her warmth and gifted me moments of pure happiness. We were like two stars becoming one; a binary star, forever bound together in an endless orbit around each other.

She has changed me. I have never felt like I belonged in the Galactic Horde nor on Etheria, but with her, I feel at home for the first time in my life and I don’t want to lose that. The thought of leaving is like being stabbed repeatedly in the chest, the knife twisting and turning deeper into my flesh, and I feel tears pressing against my eyes when I imagine saying goodbye to her.

My duty to Lord Prime was the most important thing in my life, but I know deep down that I cannot go back after I’ve seen a fraction of what life can be with Entrapta.

And I realize that my decision has already been made.

I have to tell her before we open the portal. The engine is wired to send my message to Prime as soon as there’s a connection to the other side and if he gets it, he will come for me. That cannot happen, not now.

It will be difficult to explain to her. When she left last night, she made it clear that she wanted to open the portal. She is here for scientific knowledge and it’s likely that last night was just another experiment to her, but it doesn’t matter. I have more knowledge about the universe, even this shadow dimension, to offer her and I’ll share it all if she’ll stay with me, even just as a lab partner.

She might reject my offer, but I trust that she won’t open the portal against my will. She called us friends and if nothing else, we will always be that. Friends do not go against one another’s wishes, at least so I’ve read.

I remember how I’d yelled at her right before I stormed off. She had tried to help me and I had snapped at her because of the infuriating prisoner and my failing body. It isn’t how friends are supposed to treat each other, certainly not after last night, and I need to apologize. It is not my strongest forte, but she might understand my attempt. And hopefully, she will accept my wish to stay. 

This is my very last chance to have a life of my own. All I have to do is walk out of that door and tell her that I don’t want to leave, that I want to stay with her in any capacity she will allow.

It takes me longer than it should. One would think that it would be easier after the intimacy we shared last night - to trust that she wants the same as me - but there is more at stake now. I’m caught in her orbit and if I’m separated from her, I fear that I will shatter.

I finally rise from the bed and walk to the door, unlocking it and - taking a deep breath - opening it to enter the Sanctum once more. I’m surprised to see that Entrapta is gone, leaving the annoying prisoner alone, although she’s still firmly secured.

Then I see the sword hovering above the portal engine, electricity shimmering around it, a massive amount of energy that is ready to power the machine and create the portal. It’s frighteningly beautiful. “Oh. She did it.” I whisper to myself, a smile playing on my lips. While it won’t be activated, it is still incredible to see decades of work finally functioning. All thanks to Entrapta.

Where is she? I need to tell her everything now.

I hear someone enter the Sanctum and my hearts leap into my throat as I realize it must be her. But no, she usually enters through one of the vents and the footsteps aren’t coming from her chunky boots. It’s Catra’s silent feet tapping hastily towards me. “The Princesses are here. There's no time to waste, we need to open the portal.”

It doesn’t matter, the princesses can have their little She-Ra and her sword. We won’t need it anyway. “Where is Entrapta?” I bark out with impatience. “I need her.” I cannot wait much longer. The whole thing is too much for my head and my hearts. I need to tell her and know her answer.

“Who do you think let the Princesses in?” Catra says snarkily. I focus so much on that vexatious tone, wanting to shout that she has to speak properly to her leader, that when the words catch up to me, I gasp loudly. 

It feels like my hearts are being squeezed by a giant hand and the pain of it transforms into familiar anger which I know how to deal with. The control panel to the portal engine crumbles easily beneath my fist.

No, it has to be a lie. She helped me become stronger and build the engine. And then she came to me last night. It wasn’t a dream. Her scent is still there. “But she… she wouldn’t.” I insist, although even I can hear the doubt in my voice.

I yelled at her. She was trying to help me and I just yelled at her for no good reason. Was she tired of my constant bouts of rage? Or was it my repeated failures that finally became too much for her? Or did she notice how I cried when she accepted me fully? 

Catra laughs mockingly, another fist clenching around my hearts. “Did you really think she was on our side?” I roar at her, attempting to frighten her, so she will tell me the truth, the truth I need to hear. “Oh, you can’t trust anyone, especially a Princess. They’ll just use you to get what they want.”

The next few minutes are a blur to me. I know there are intruders and I look for Entrapta among them, but she isn’t there. Catra is telling me to pull the switch, but I find myself incapable of doing so. I attack instead, needing to hurt those Entrapta chose over me. They’re better than me and I know it, but if I kill them, she might return.

I fail at that too, naturally. Always a failure.

The energy from the sword connected to the portal engine starts flooding the room at an alarming rate, destroying everything in its path. I’m nearly hit by several ceiling beams crashing to the ground. The Sanctum is falling apart around me and it seems fitting that my last refuge in this cruel world is devastated by the power of the machine built by the woman who ripped out my hearts.

I see Catra pull the switch, but I don’t care anymore, not without her. None of it matters.

All I hear is her steady breathing and her pulse beating under her skin. Her scent is everywhere, mingling with mine, and it smells right. It is all so right. I’d never thought I would have this. It was beyond my limited imagination that it could possible for someone to feel like they were exactly where they should be. But I feel that way now.

My tears have stopped falling. My doubts have evaporated. I’m not going to leave. I want to stay here forever, buried in her. My face burrows deeper into her neck in an attempt to become impossibly closer, but I feel her stiffen in my arms. I must’ve done something wrong and I go through the last few minutes, trying to find out how I failed her.

She lifts me slightly with her hair, just enough that she can creep out from under me, and she starts to pick up her clothes as she runs for the door. I grab my blanket, painfully raw feelings rising in me. She’s leaving me.

I have to stop her. “Entrapta.” I spur out before it’s too late. She halts and stands still with her hand on the doorknob for several seconds before she turns around. Her hair is flowing down her shoulders and over her golden curves. Magenta eyes drill into me and I wonder if they can see into my soul.

The words fail me. I want to tell her what I feel and that I don’t want her to go, but I can’t speak. I’ve only loved one other person in my life and he laughed at me, rejected me and discarded me. I’m terrified that she’ll do the same. Why shouldn't she? 

She waits patiently until she seems to shake away the thoughts she’s thinking. Her lips turn upwards in something resembling a smile, although it looks painful. “See you tomorrow, lab partner! We’re finally gonna open that portal!” Her words are cheerful, but her voice is not. Something’s not right, but I just sit and stare as she opens the door.

No!

“I do not want to open the portal!” I shout desperately. The door is wide open, but she isn’t moving. Her hair is tense and standing on end, making me fear that she won’t like what I have to say.

But I have to say it.

“Why?” She asks, closing the door, still turned away from me. 

Disregarding my state of undress, my defective body and my vulnerable hearts, I rise from the bed and walk over to her. Tendrils of hair release her clothes and wrap around my limbs instead, almost as a warning. But I walk closer until I can touch her shoulder gently. “I do not want to leave.” I whisper, wondering if she can hear how insecure I sound.

“Why?” She repeats quietly. Her hand tightens on the doorknob, ready to swing it open again. 

“I have a reason to stay.” I speak softly. For some reason she seems so small and vulnerable when she’d just taken up my whole world not long ago.

She takes a deep, hitching breath and I realize she’s about to cry. I can recognize the signs. “What is it? What is the reason?” Her voice is wet with unshed tears.

She was brave when she came into my chamber tonight. Now I have to be.

Carefully, prepared to stop what I’m doing if she rejects me, I lift my arms and lean down to wrap them tenderly around her. “You. I want to stay... with you.”

It’s as though she falls backwards into my arms and I catch her. Her hair weaves around my body, pulling me closer to her, and I hear her sobbing. I’m not quite sure what her reaction means. “If you’ll allow it.” I add hesitantly.

She turns around in my arms and practically climbs my body, her arms and legs wrapping around me. It feels wonderful, her bare skin against mine. It’s so right. “I want nothing more. I want you to stay with me too.” She’s crying, but smiling at the same time and I feel myself doing the same. “I love you, Hordak.”

This time I choke on a sob. My hearts feel so full, like they’re overflowing in the most incredible way. I press my lips against hers and kiss her with everything I feel for her. “I love you so much, Entrapta.” I say as I pull back. “I am yours.” I cannot help but scatter kisses over her face until she catches my mouth and kisses me deeply.

With her in my arms, I walk back to the bed and lower her down, but before I can settle over her, she flips our positions, so I’m on my back beneath her straddling my hips. She looks down at me with half-lidded eyes, a true goddess above me and I want to worship every inch of her. All the energy I’ve put into the war, the cloning, the portal… From now on, it will all be for her.

She leans down and kisses me passionately while our hands explore. It isn’t long before she places my cock at her entrance and lowers herself down, taking me into her warmth and granting me what I can never deserve.

I grip her hips and hold on as she begins to move, my body finding a natural rhythm with her. Words,I dared not utter before now flow from my lips, my love and adoration for her finally revealed and spoken out loud, and she returns them while she moans my name.

She is perfect and she wants me. It should not be possible, none of this should. Yet, this is real. She’s real. She’s perfect.

It is all so perfect.