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Hordak couldn't believe what was happening. No matter how many times he'd thought about it, he had never believed it would come to be. The reality of it was still setting in, and yet he'd never felt more present and aware than he was right now.
Entrapta's skin was so soft and the more he uncovered of her, the more he marveled at the wonder of having her love him and even want him.
It had taken him a long time to understand his physical attraction to her when they had worked together in his Sanctum. He was struggling with his newfound feelings for her and the physical aspect was too baffling for him as well as demeaning; so he'd thought back then. Clones should not feel this sort of attraction and he had lived for decades without experiencing it. He hadn't understood why it happened with her.
He understood now. While he knew that he was the very same Hordak as he was back then, many memories were still missing, and he wasn't understanding of his past self. How had he been so clueless and not accepted his love for Entrapta sooner? Maybe things would have gone differently.
But he couldn't regret it, not now when she leaned back on their bed, her body bare before his eyes, and she looked at him with love and desire. She was the most incredible sight to behold.
He was naked too, having only worn his slacks in the first place which she had quickly removed, and his body shivered as he covered her small form with his much larger one. Skin-to-skin contact was still new to him, but it felt so right with her. It was as though his emotions heightened the experience of touching her, feeling her curvy shape against his frail body.
Their lips connected again and he poured his affection and his desire for her into the kiss with everything he had. His hands slid up and down over every inch of skin, but she reacted particularly favorably when he touched her breasts. He couldn't deny that he was very eager to explore them as well and started to cup the twin mounts of flesh again, slowly skating his thumbs over the hardened peaks at the center.
She moaned and gripped his back for a moment before continuing to caress whatever of his skin she could reach. Her hair aided her in this pursuit and delicately entangled his limbs. It only caused him to quicken his movements and she responded positively, their desire a fuel that drove them faster towards their inevitable goal.
He had thought about this moment many times and had always imagined that he would take his time, but such a possibility was far from his mind now. When she spread her legs and let his hips settle between them, his urgency grew as he noticed her hot wetness against his own loin.
Although he was extremely aroused, there was very little sign of it until his length was released; only a small bulge in his lower abdomen. Its presence was becoming a nearly painful pressure and he needed to free it. Entrapta, who knew so much about his biology at this point, was ahead of him and reached between them. She carefully slid two fingers inside his abdominal opening, finding the underside of his thickened shaft.
He groaned and pushed his hips against her hand, giving her more access to slowly guide his arousal out of his body. It was beyond pleasurable, and he threw his head back and breathed deeply, staring into the ceiling to control himself as she freed him, an easy task since his length chased her hand eagerly.
When all of him had emerged and jutted pervertedly in hungry anticipation of what's to come, he let his own hand skate down between her legs. He cupped her center, adding a little pressure, and looked at her to gauge her reaction. Her mouth was open and slack, her eyes half-lidded, and she nodded. One of his fingers parted her lower lips and moved upwards through her wet heat, his head spinning with his new discovery. He'd never felt like anything like it, but knew immediately that he was addicted.
The hitch in her breath alerted him of the significance of a tiny protrusion he'd brushed against with the pad of his finger. He returned to the spot and watched her face closely as she closed her eyes and parted her lips, her hips raising into his hand as he brushed over the bud repeatedly. "Small circles," she said and placed two of her own fingers on top of his to guide his movements. He swiftly caught on and she moaned, clearly satisfied with his ministrations.
He was so enraptured by touching her and how she responded to it that he didn't notice where her hand went until her strong fingers wrapped around his length. This caused him to falter momentarily and make a noise that sounded like a growly moan, one that he repeated when she stroked his shaft.
When he got as used to the sensation as he possibly could, he resumed to encircle her pleasure point while using another finger to explore her lower where she was wettest. He needed to prepare her adequately before they became one.
But as he continued to stimulate her, she seemed to get carried away, her hand moving faster up and down his arousal. Flames of pleasure tore through his veins and he needed to stop her because he knew what was happening. He opened his mouth to warn her, but only a raspy stutter of her name came out as intense bliss surged through him and he fiercely spurted in her hand.
He all but collapsed on top of her, still shuddering from the exhilarating experience, but only paused a few seconds before continuing to bestow attention upon the small bud between her lower lips. Her hair reached for some tissue to wipe them clean of the evidence of his climax and her other hand lifted his head to kiss him.
His free hand reached up to toy with her breasts and his fatigue quickly evaporated when she moaned into his mouth and grabbed his head, passionately showing him how much she was enjoying what he was doing. He wasn't sure he could handle everything she gave him.
She was so wet and he found himself drawn lower to her opening. He turned his hand to use his thumb to pleasure her while his fingers drifted down through the slick heat. With a gentle touch, he found her opening where her arousal was dripping from her. She broke their kiss, saying "yes" before reclaiming his mouth, and it was all the encouragement he needed.
He carefully entered her, mindful of his claw, and both of them pulled back to inhale deeply as his finger slid all the way inside her. They looked at one another. She appeared to be as astonished as he felt, completely in wonder of how intimate it felt.
When he moved his finger inside her, once again circling her bud with his thumb, her eyes rolled back in her head. She rocked her hips against his hand, her hair keeping his arm in place, and gripped his torso tightly with her arms. "More," she pleaded and he complied without question, adding another finger and curling it while he doubled his efforts at stimulating her small pearl.
She started to pant, her abdomen rising to meet his fingers as they moved in and out of her, mimicking the act of love.
He felt her climax build up, her muscles tightening as her voice rose and then she snapped, trembling as ecstacy rushed through her. Her hair stilled his hand while she shuddered and contracted around his digits, and he watched in awe, thrilled that he had given her this. He wanted to continue, but the strands of hair locking his hand in place made it clear that it would overwhelm her.
When the last tremors died down, he was forced to remove his fingers from her as quickly and gently as he could because she hauled his whole body upwards and wrapped him in her arms, legs and hair, kissing him wildly. He mewled, taken back by the strong love she felt for him which resonated in his love for her. But he was also hit by another bout of fierce desire which made him aware of how aroused he had become once more, simply from pleasuring her.
Entrapta seemed to notice as well. Her hands raked through his hair while she started to grind against the bulge in his pelvis. He groaned and responded by pushing back whenever she pressed herself against him.
Each of them reached down between them, her hand coaxing his arousal out again while he circled her point of pleasure to make sure she was as slick and ready as before. Without hesitation, she led him to her opening, positioning him so even the slightest movement would cause penetration.
He felt worry creep under his skin; he was afraid that he might hurt her, and he buried his face in her neck to take note of her pulse which would drastically change if he caused her harm. Nevertheless, his desire was stronger than his fear and his body settled above her, preparing for what he'd yearned for so long.
Ultimately, she was the one who initiated their coupling by lifting her hips. He slid a little inside her and he moaned against her neck. One of his hands still gently rubbed the pearl above the place they connected to maximize her enjoyment while his other hand gripped the bed sheet. It was heavenly to come together like this and he felt like he was destined to experience this with her. All the roads he'd been forced to walk had all led to this moment.
He raised his head again, needing to look into her eyes at this crucial moment. Her eyes were wide, but full of love. She smiled and caressed his cheek; he leaned into her touch. He'd never felt closer to another being than he felt to her. She was everything to him and he would go through fire for her. He would kill for her. He would live for her.
His feelings for her swelled in his chest and compelled him to move, to bury himself completely in her. He pushed forward until he couldn't go any further, his blood boiling from her presence surrounding him. She gasped and he waited, but then she rocked into him and he stopped fighting his urges. While he had never participated in such an act before, he knew how it took place and he could feel his body instinctively knowing what to do.
His movements were slow at first, pulling out and diving in at a leisurely pace. However, as her alluring sounds increased, especially because of his hand applying more pressure on her pleasure point, he found his control slipping. It felt too good and his senses were saturated by the scent of her, the blush spreading on her skin and her needy whimpers; all of it intensified their coupling.
Soon, he was driving into her, trying to stay gentle despite the fast pace. She appeared to like it, throwing back her head against the pillow and panting, and he found it almost as titillating as their lovemaking itself.
The impact of her climax hit him like the slam of a sudden wave and he drowned again and again as her body convulsed around him while she clung onto him and moaned his name. It was all too much, too good, and he was unable to go on. He thrust one last time into her and released with a hoarse groan.
They seemed to fall into each other - him on her and her hair on him - and they rolled over to avoid accidental suffocation or strangulation, possibly both at the same time. He reached around her and pulled her body closer, caressing her back and burying his nose in her hair. She rested her head on his chest, no doubt listening to his heart beats. He had never felt so calm inside.
Outside, beyond this room, there was a war happening. One that he had brought to Entrapta’s planet and thereby doomed them all. He himself was not wanted by his Maker nor the people on Etheria. No one wanted him. Except for her. He was wanted by her.
No matter what happened, he was lucky enough to have her, even if it would only be for a brief time. They had this evening - this perfect moment - and there was nothing that could take it away from them. Come what may, this could never be erased from existence.
She drew small patterns on his already patterned torso, ones he could recognize as a circuit boards for one of the Horde drones. Even here, her mind was always at work. There was no doubt that she would be the game changer in this war, and like she had radically changed his life for the better, he knew that she would change the outcome of the war for the better; even if they lost. She was their best chance at winning, but he hesitated to state it. He didn't want to put that burden on her.
He suddenly felt her stiffen in his arms and stopped caressing her back. He tried to look her in the eyes, but she had her face turned away. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked anxiously, starting to pull his hands away from her, but they were held back by her hair.
"No," she replied reassuringly, although he could hear discomfort in her voice.
"Entrapta…" his voice was shaky. He needed her to tell him what was the matter. After how they'd been together in such an intimate way, he couldn't have her slip away from him.
She finally looked at him and he saw her eyes glistening with a fine sheen of tears. "It's just that… it's where Catr- where I was tased.” He took a quick glance at her back where his hand had been lingering in a gentle caress moments before.
Bile rose in his throat as he saw the stark white scar centered right in the middle of her back. He’d felt the rough texture of the scar, but she had many scars on her body, so he’d thought nothing of it. But this scar was different.
The stun baton had been shoved directly against her spine, a certain way to cause maximum damage, perhaps even death. It was against Horde regulations to stab others in the back, but he wasn’t surprised that Catra had done it. But to Entrapta…
He forced away the thoughts in his head as they chided him for believing Catra and ignoring the smell of charred flesh he’d noticed on her when she’d told him that Entrapta had betrayed him. This wasn’t about him. It was about her.
“You do not need to worry about the scar.” He said softly. “It is just an imperfection and you have taught me that they are beautiful.” His thumb wiped away a tear on her cheek. “And you are the most beautiful being in existence, imperfections or not.”
She sniffled and smiled sadly at him. “You’re right. And I know it’s silly, but… the wound healed long ago, yet… I don't know. It still hurts." More tears trickled down her cheeks and he kissed them away gently. He hugged her closer, careful to avoid the scar, and she buried her face in his neck, leaning into his embrace.
He didn't know why she hadn’t told him before. They had shared a bed for a month and he might have accidentally touched her scar many times, but he understood that the topic was painful for her. Everything about Beast Island was haunting her, including how she was sent there by someone who she'd thought was her friend.
"I will avoid the area." He promised as he held her tight. "Please, do not hesitate to share these matters with me, Entrapta. I will not force you to talk to me, but you have to know that you can trust me like I know I can trust you. And I do not want anything between us."
“Me neither.” She whispered and he trusted her words. He, too, vowed to do his best to share everything with her, even when it felt impossible to speak. They were there for each other no matter what.
"I love you, Entrapta." He said, the words more true than anything he'd ever said. “Even if we lose this war and there will be nothing else left, my love for you will always be here.”