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Adora stares blankly at the back of her hands, eyes mapping the turquoise branch of veins spreading out beneath the thin backdrop of skin layered over her knuckles. If she presses down firmly enough, she's sure she'd feel a pulse there. And so she does, index and middle finger laying flat across her wrist as she registers the steady thrum reminding her of her own limited mortality. The blood collects beneath her skin, the pressure momentarily disrupting the flow as the area bleaches to an off-colored white. When she takes her fingers away, the natural current of blood is reinstated, her wrist returning to its normal pale complexion.
It's just another minor detail of the human body not many would pay any mind to in their day-to-day life. Well, unless you were one of those phlebotomists or just your average run-of-the-mill nurse taking patients' pulses, but Adora was neither of those things so it didn't really apply to her. Maybe she's made aware of it now because she knew that come this weekend, that pulse would no longer be a part of her anymore.
"Second thoughts, Princess?" Catra's tease interrupts the ongoing silence, though there are traces of genuine concern etched into her partner's sultry reply. They were both settled into bed now and while Catra had been taking up some light reading, the book soon gets abandoned when the magicat picks up on her underlying worry. Adora immediately shakes her head in reassurance, hoping to provide her some clarity despite the fact her girlfriend not only had the ability to smell the volatile emotions emanating from her but could sense them just as easily. Magicats had an unfair sense of smell even before you toss a vampire bite into the equation, but now it was just bordering on the ridiculous.
It took them so long just to get to a point where Catra felt comfortable even bringing up the discussion of potentially turning her. Considering the circumstances and the constant reminder of her conditional mortality, it was an understandably touchy subject for the feline to bring up. But while Catra had her reservations, Adora had of course been daydreaming about it ever since their first fateful encounter, relishing in the thought of embracing an entire eternity with her elusive vampiric lover, and now four loooong but joyous years of Adora continuing to age while Catra remained frustratingly unaffected to the passage of time, here they finally were. Ignoring Catra's initial question, Adora chews at her bottom lip before turning to face her.
"You'll still love me once I don't have blood anymore, right?" Adora suddenly blurts out, causing the vampire beside her to give her a puzzled blink. If Adora was known for anything, it was her knack for not remaining very subtle with her feelings. Catra could find appreciation in that endearing quirk of hers, except that it usually meant the blonde required the same degree of emotional vulnerability to be expressed on her end. Emotions and Catra had a complicated dynamic, and that was before she became an unaging creature of the night. But she was honest to gods trying, and after a century of little to no interest in anything more than securing her next meal, that effort had to count for something.
"Where is all this coming from?" the magicat asks, her full attention now on the blonde still staring with a furrowed brow at the hands in her lap, one of her fingers tracing over the two little leftover pinpoints in her wrist. It was a memento from a feeding the vampiric feline had indulged in a few days prior, the sight causing Catra's mouth to water as her fangs threatened to protrude from her lips. No matter how much she filled her palate with the scarlet treasure trove steadily flowing beneath the highway of arteries making up her partner, it was almost always never enough.
Catra's venom would have easily healed the scar had that been the blonde's desire, but Adora insisted that she didn't want her to and somehow that was as much as a turn-on as it was a comfort to the feline. Just like a hickey would typically ward anyone else from approaching someone who's clearly off the market, a displayed bitemark from a vampire would ward off any other vamps from taking a bite out of Adora themselves. Even the undead had their own version of social etiquette, as unexpected as it was.
"Well, technically I won't have any more of it in a few days, right? And you're always raving about how much you love it.. I don't know, doesn't that sound a little unfair on my part? Now not only do you have to worry about feeding yourself, but you'll have to worry over feeding me as well.." Adora wonders aloud, and Catra can't help but laugh. Partly because of Adora's incessant need to always put the concerns of others over herself and partly due to just how misinformed she truly was on vampire biology.
Noticing the quiet chuckle, Adora glares defensively at her, that adorable knot between her brows resurfacing as the rush of blood settling beneath the skin at her cheekbones leaves them a deliciously rosy tint. Catra thinks she'll miss that blush the most, but it's a small price to pay for securing an eternity with the blonde who has so seamlessly usurped her unbeating heart right from out of her chest.
"What's so funny?" Adora questions.
"Adora, how do you think one becomes a vampire?" Catra asks, confiscating the blonde's wrist before she brings it to her lips, the feline pressing gentle kisses right along her pulse point. Catra curves a wry smirk into her skin when the simple gesture has Adora's pulse thrumming erratically beneath her parted lips, the vampire able to both smell and sense her blooming arousal, the scent her mate was emitting like its very own aphrodisiac. Just a few more tactfully placed kisses to the area and her human girlfriend was effortlessly reduced to a blubbering mess, indecision having the blonde nervously chew at her lip.
"I-I'm not sure. Some sources say all it takes is one bite, but if that were the case I'd be turned ten times over by now." Adora deduces, struggling to hold onto her train of thought as the magicat continues to reward her wrist with undivided attention, granting it a few more lingering kisses before her lips ascend up the full length of her arm, being sure to kiss every inch of exposed skin in her wake as she unhurriedly navigates her mouth up and over to her shoulder.
"Mhm.. Go on." Catra says supportively despite how far off base her prediction is, encouraging the misinformed human to continue with her guesses.
"Then other sources say it takes more than just a bite and that the person usually needs to be drained to the brink of death for the change to take effect." Adora continues between shaky and distracted breaths, instinctively offering her neck to the feline when Catra's lips begin traversing the expanse of her shoulder.
In a movement far too quick for human eyes to register, Catra boards the blonde's hips, furred thighs caging her in place as bi-colored eyes stare intently at the flustered blonde trapped within her clutches. She had to constantly drill the reminder into her own head that Adora was still mortal which meant she was about as fragile as priceless china to her, the magicat always needing to taper down the inhuman strength and speed that came so naturally to a predator of the night like her.
"Keep going, Princess. You're getting warmer." Catra drawls, speaking figuratively and quite literally since the human beneath her was presently blushing up a storm, her flustered state giving off enough body heat to put a space heater to shame. At first, Catra predicts the blush is solely due to working the poor human up, but when it soon switches to a deeper tint of red, the feline slowly inhales the scent wafting in the air, picking up on Adora's underlying embarrassment.
"I uh.. I'm sorta all out of guesses here.." Adora sheepishly admits, wandering eyes addressing the vampire's lips more than the amused set of eyes residing above them. Smirking, Catra closes in on her, catching her lips in a profound kiss just because she can. When a fang gets snared on the human's lip, Adora lets a muffled whimper slip into freedom, the magicat above her greedily swallowing the noise before it could get lost to the room around them.
While natural impulse has Catra's head screaming at her to pierce the pale canvas of flesh being offered so obediently to her, the vampire holds off on such urges for now. She did initiate this friendly interrogation for a reason, after all. There would be plenty of time for self-indulgent escapades after Catra has provided her girlfriend with some general reassurance, hoping to dispel some of the uncertainty she felt hanging in the air.
"I'll give you an A for effort, sweetness. But I'm afraid neither of those is accurate. Nor is the part where you assume you'll no longer have a blood flow once you've turned. You'll still have plenty of the stuff flowing through you, and turning will only make it taste sweeter." Catra informs her, the newly acquired information causing the blonde's eyes to broaden substantially at the news.
"Wait, so does that mean we can just feed off each other and get by that way?" Adora optimistically ponders to herself, her expression adorably hopeful. She appears relieved at the presumption she wouldn't have to subject any innocent people into becoming her next potential meal, though that hopeful smile deflates to a troubled pout when Catra shakes her head with a humorous chuckle.
"Yes and no. Vampire blood to vampires is like your average alcohol to humans. Deliciously intoxicating, yet holds no actual sustenance in the long run. So while we could definitely enjoy taking the occasional bite out of each other to hold us over, we'll still need a source of mortal blood to sustain us." Catra delicately explains, watching as the gears of understanding slowly began to turn in Adora's head.
"So, do you turn me by giving me your blood then?" Adora makes an educated guess, blue eyes lighting up with clarity when Catra serves her a proud smirk as wordless confirmation.
"Bingo, Princess." Catra agrees, lips veering down the sharp square of the blonde's jaw to press an open-mouthed kiss to the center of her throat, the feline's intentions for her becoming painfully obvious. But just as Catra was getting started in her oral ministrations, that doubt she felt emanating off her lover earlier slowly began to resurface once again. Sighing quietly, Catra pulls back to get a proper read on her. "Okay, I can smell your worry from a mile away. What is it now, Adora?"
"Well it's just.. How much of it do I need to turn exactly? You know how queasy my stomach can get, Catra. What if I'm not able to keep it down and I end up botching the transformation?" Adora says with an uncertain frown, the blonde apparently not having the kind of standard doubts Catra had been anticipating.
Rather than worry about her mortality being permanently taken from her grasp, her ditz of a girlfriend was more worried about the mundane specifics of the transformation that any normal person wouldn't pay a second thought to. Instead of answering verbally, Catra brings her own thumb to her lips, letting her fangs extend outward like they always did in preparation for a bite. Adora watches in silent awe as the feline presses the pad of her thumb into her canine, causing a tiny bead of scarlet to form against the pinprick it inflicted against her fingertip. When Catra offers it to her without any explanation, Adora hesitates to take it, the worry wart still plagued with indecision.
"Just trust me on this, will you? It's not enough to turn you, I promise." Catra reassures her, fangs receding back into her gums to give the human the most patient smile she could conjure. After a moment of cautious contemplation, Adora warily grasps her wrist, guiding the extended finger to her lips to give the drop of blood an exploratory lick of her tongue. The minute Adora's tongue came in contact with the delicacy of Catra's blood, a heinous moan left the blonde, one testing lick turning into nearly the entirety of Catra's finger being taken within her mouth, urgently trying to suck more out of the entry point before it closed on her.
As predicted, the blonde is sent into a dazed frenzy, her inhibitions nonexistent as she selfishly tries to sink her teeth into her lover's finger to no avail, desperate for another dose of the liquid. Catra observes with notable amusement, knowing the blonde's efforts would get her absolutely nowhere. The fortified skin evolution has graced her with could only be broken by the bite of another vampire, the venom tipping one's fangs allowing the typically malleable skin to be penetrated.
It acted as a line of defense to keep their own supply safely locked away from the greed of human grasp. Humanity loved to preach about how her people were ruthless monsters plagued by an insatiable bloodlust which was true to an extent, but even the most inexperienced of fledglings had better self-control over their intake than a human consuming the blood of a vampire. The strongest heroin on the market couldn't compare to the high just a single undiluted drop could produce, and Adora was experiencing that dilemma firsthand.
"Fuck, Catra..You taste so fucking good." Adora mumbles against her finger, a needy whine lifting off of her lungs when the vampire lets her finger slide out of her mouth, delicately thumbing the blonde's lower lip with a sympathetic grin.
"Pretty sure you've told me that already, though the context was much different." Catra jests with a wry grin, recalling the countless times Adora uttered those very words whenever the blonde was buried between her legs, tending to the magicat's needs until she lost all sensation in her jaw. Adora blushes profusely at the crude comparison, acutely aware of the sweet spot Catra's knee has tactfully shifted into.
"It tastes even better than that," Adora whispers to herself, still utterly transfixed with the leftover sweetness coating her tongue. "How?" she asks, her pupils fully dilated from the rush just a single drop of the substance granted her.
"It's a failsafe for our kind. Vampires who are too inexperienced to properly charm their victims can rely on it as a backup to make the subject more susceptible to persuasion. A human will do almost anything at the promise of more." Catra explains, brows rising when Adora bites her lip in contemplation.
"Do I taste just as sweet to you?" Adora asks, traces of fascination in her question as the blonde patiently awaits an answer. Catra relaxes a bit, relieved to see Adora wasn't harboring second thoughts after all.
"Oh, Princess. Believe me when I say that you.." Catra dips down, nudging her head aside to reveal the tempting plane of the blonde's neck, shaping a toothy grin when Adora's breath hitches at the firm press of lips at her jugular. "Taste so much sweeter than me."
"Bite me, Catra. Please?" Adora whines, relishing in the subdued growl it earns from the feline, her fangs instinctively extending at the promise of a meal. Catra could practically taste the adrenaline seeping from her partner's pores, craving the bite just as much as she was. Typically she would make the submissive human work for it a bit more before giving her what she needed, but Catra was feeling equal parts aroused as she was famished, so she decided to spare Adora a smidgen of mercy just this once since this would likely be the last time she'd get to taste Adora's blood while she was still considered mortal.
"Don't numb me this time.. I want to feel them going in.. please, Catra?" Adora pleads with her, the want in her gaze only further cemented by the gyrating hips the feline felt against the top of her knee, the blonde seeking some purchase against the furred limb. Catra didn't exactly have any biological requirement to breathe, but Adora had her panting regardless, each deep intake of breath leaving her dizzier than before.
"Are you sure?" Catra double checks, knowing the bite would be highly close to unpleasant on Adora's end without the numbing reagent her venom could produce. Unable to do more than release another pitiful whimper, Adora feverishly nods her consent.
The pleasantries evaporate into irrelevance as Catra feels raw instinct take over, singling out the tender canvas of flesh that connects neck to shoulder. The minute her fangs pierce Adora's skin, she's unsure of who ends up moaning louder at the action, slitted pupils dilated to their max as a downpour of the most tantalizing scarlet begins to flood the feline's senses as it pools into her mouth in abundance. The excess that didn't make it down her throat began to spill out the corner of her lips, staining the fur at her neck with the remnants of her meal.
"Oh fuck, Catra. Leave nothing left of me!" Adora begs her in a daze, too far gone to realize just what she was asking of her. Another low growl rumbles out of her when Catra feels a shift taking place beneath her, glancing down to see Adora had somehow successfully wedged her hand between the two of them, dexterous fingers slipping into the pair of boyshorts the blonde was adorning as the human unashamedly went to town on her own clit, each purposeful rotation further stimulating the sensitive collection of nerves.
Catra uses her last tendril of self-awareness to take over the task of pleasuring the blonde, unsheathed nails shredding through the fabric of her shorts like they had the consistency of wet tissue paper and weren't the durable fabric that they were. The moan that bellowed out of Adora as a result was beyond obscene, the violent display of power leaving her a trembling (and very wet) mess.
Catra uses her wrist to substitute for the pressure at her clit, her middle and index finger stroking the length of her outer lips while also simultaneously trying to monitor the amount of blood she's taking from her lover. It was god-tier multitasking at its finest, especially when just about every distraction in the book was working against her. Catra had the savory delicacy blanketing her tongue in a heavenly copper tang that no dictionary in existence could begin to have the words for, as well as the distraction of the unbridled furnace of heat radiating between her partner's legs, the aroma as tempting as the scarlet elixir currently coating her tongue.
The vampire could only imagine how otherworldly Adora would taste when the change in her had been complete, already knowing that no flavor in this realm or the next would ever begin to compare to the taste of her Adora. Catra's never exactly taken on a sire before, and she knew more than anyone how emotionally charged newborns could be after the first couple of weeks after the transformation, but that was a small price to pay to ensure they'd have each other for no less than a solidified eternity. Or at least until entropy and the eventual heat death of the universe had every star in the sky permanently flickering out of existence. It may not have been a guaranteed forever like they promised in the books, but it felt pretty fucking close, and that was enough for the feline. For now, anyway.
***
Catra restlessly paces around the edge of her bed in a zig-zag motion, fangs worrying her lower lip as she continues to take prolonged glances at the slumbering blonde to the left of her. The curtains are drawn and it's the dead of night, the only signs of life being the distant hum of traffic passing the streets beneath their apartment in Bright Moon square. Adora's been asleep for around two days now while her body underwent the taboo biological process taking place inside her. It would be the very last bit of shuteye her body would ever need in this world, the hybrid knowing full well that when her partner finally arose, she would be mortal no longer.
Adora was due to rise any second now, and the minute she did Catra intended to be the first sight her eyes landed on when they finally did open. There were still so many things she'd be required to teach her mate in the coming weeks, and the feline was growing more impatient by the second. If her own transformation was any example to go off, she predicted Adora would be reasonably thirsty by the time she rose again. While the fledgling vampire wasn't exactly ready to go out on a genuine hunt just yet, that didn't mean she couldn't partake in some lessons in the meantime.
Catra would be taking over the task of responsible blood intake since it was far less of a risk to have the blonde nurse off of her own supply for a few days until she established proper control over her impulses. Even the most patient of individuals could become a slave to their inner urges in this crucial stage of their transition and Catra was here to ensure Adora wouldn't wind up doing anything she might regret once the newborn vampire finally came around to her senses.
The feline abruptly ceases her pacing when she senses movement coming from Adora's side of the bed, appearing at the blonde's side at a speed no mortal could ever hope to rival. Had she still had a pulse beating within her timeless body, it would have surely skyrocketed when she acknowledges the blonde was finally beginning to stir from her slumber, luminous blue eyes sluggishly blinking open as they focus on their counterpart.
Catra felt herself hopelessly falling for the woman all over again with just a simple glance. Adora didn't just become immortal, immortality became Adora. That striking blue gaze was analyzing the feline's features in an entirely new light with the focus and clarity only achievable by one of her own kind, the hint of a smirk ghosting the blonde's lips when she registers the familiar face.
"Ador-"
Before Catra can even finish the greeting a blur of motion has her off of her feet and pinned into the mattress, the frame of the bed standing no chance as it violently cracks behind the force of the lunge, sending the mattress as well as the both of them crashing to the floor with an audible thud. The newfound power Adora displayed was enough to catch even the seasoned vampire off her guard, still a bit blind-sighted as her entire coat of fur bristles in alarm. For a split second impulse nearly has her hissing instinctively at the compromising tackle, but the fanged grin she witnesses beaming down at her quells those worries away almost immediately, a breathy laugh exiting the magicat before she mirrors the same stupid grin the blonde's serving her.
"Catra.." Adora utters her name like a sacred prayer for the holy, though the greeting sounds more like it was moaned than simply spoken, the nature of her reply making Adora's plans for the feline all too clear. It was a pleasant surprise honestly. Catra figured Adora would be too consumed by thirst to acknowledge any of her other secondary impulses, but it seems she couldn't have been more wrong. A timid mewl leaves the feline at the possessive show of dominance, a little puzzled with how natural it felt to submit so easily to her partner, who was currently a far cry away from the dorky human Catra's grown to love over the years.
"Hey, Adora.." Catra fondly whispers back, reaching up to cusp the side of her face, delighted to see they were both at the same temperature now. Adora's skin feels cool to the touch, a potent warmth blooming up the length of Catra's spine when Adora leans into the tender caress offered to her, pursed lips granting her wrist an open-mouthed kiss as inquisitive eyes remain intently focused on her mate.
"You're so fucking sexy.." Adora murmurs earnestly, dipping down to rest her forehead against the feline's, her grin doubling in size when she feels a tail affectionately loop around her waist as a delighted purr kick-starts in the magicat's sternum.
"Pretty sure that's my line, sweetness." Catra counters, the quip barely having time to leave her before a set of smirking lips are claiming her own in a ravenous kiss, each feverish press of her mouth kindling the brightly burning fire the feline felt accumulating at her center, warming the immortal from the inside out.
It was a kiss that finally didn't need restraint put in it for once, knowing that rather than worrying about breaking the blonde on top of her, Adora would now have to be cautious of breaking her instead. Adora's strength would eventually taper down once her body fully accustomed to the transformation, but right now Catra was finding the substantial difference in power to be an incredible turn-on, though she'd never be caught voicing that thought into existence.
That arousal triples in size when Catra actually hears the blonde growling hungrily into the kiss, seamlessly establishing hierarchy over the feline's lips as an unyielding tongue breaches past the narrow gap between them, demanding entry into her mouth. Catra accepts the offer like an all too willing victim, that narrow gap widening with a sharp gasp when Adora is acutely made aware of the formidable set of fangs she now wields, making Catra's lower lip the very first thing she decides to sink them into.
The harsh penetration of flesh was just enough to traverse that perfect barrier that bordered between pain and pleasure as a fresh flow of blood begins steadily pooling into Adora's waiting mouth, the magicat's eyes fluttering back to their whites when Adora starts insistently sucking at the wounded lip, invigorated by the taste she felt clouding her senses. Not only did it solidify the bond between maker and sire, but it felt unbelievably amazing in the process, furred thighs engaging around the blonde's torso in a desperate attempt to pull her closer.
"I can feel how much this is turning you on right now, Catra." Adora coos into the kiss at the hormones she was tasting firsthand for herself, bloodied lips slotting comfortably against the other as a sly hand found its way between their pressed bodies. Skimming the hem of her tank top, Adora's fingers slip beneath the flimsy fabric the feline's adorning, fingers affectionately carding the soft patch of fur at her abdomen before they ascend higher up her torso, skating along the cage of the magicat's ribs until they eventually arrive beneath the swell of her breasts.
"Well, no shit, Sherlock." Catra impatiently claps back, getting a little antsy and needy at the unresolved teasing taking place. Adora simply grins in return, blood-stained lips taking a detour down the feline's throat until they park themselves against her flushed neck, a groan of recognition making itself known when Adora inhales deeply, drinking in the scent of her mate.
"Tell me what you want, Catra," Adora murmurs encouragingly into her neck, sharpened fangs grazing over her tawny coat to remind the magicat of their presence, as well as the potential danger they impose.
"You know what I want, Princess." Catra counters, the typical confidence carried in her voice beginning to waver more than she would have liked. Adora slides her hand up to palm the entirety of her breast into her grasp, feeling the stiffened peak of a nipple stirring beneath her calculated touches.
"Oh, I know what you want. I just want to hear you say it." Adora smugly clarifies, fangs ghosting over her fur in a silent promise of the bite Catra so badly craves from her. Conflicted, Catra makes her complaints known in the form of a huff, hips lifting off the mattress in search of the purchase Adora seems keen on denying her of.
"Adoraaaa." she whines, too stubborn to outright admit what she needed from her partner. Adora chuckles in return, hands momentarily leaving the feline's breasts to grab ahold of her shirt, the fabric merely a hindrance to the blonde. The newborn vamp tore her top right down the middle, the loud sound having Catra's lidded eyes snap open to investigate. Adora pokes a glance up at her just as she's nudging the shredded fabric apart, her fanged grin as complacent and guiltless as ever.
"Whoopsie. Sorry about that." the blonde lies, a culpable giggle bobbing up her throat when Catra doesn't appear in the least bit convinced of her remorse.
"No you're not." counters the magicat, already beginning to mourn the loss of her favorite top. What made it more of a bummer was Catra couldn't exactly get it replaced, considering the designer happened to be a mortal who perished a little over eight decades ago. While she wanted to be annoyed, the distracting shithead on top of her was making it problematic, bombarding the feline with another round of kisses before any complaints could be vocalized.
"Will you just bite me already, princess? We both know you want to." Catra asks, still thinking she's above adding a please to that request. Adora's grinning goofily again, lips drifting down the magicat's jaw as another self-indulgent inhale has the scent of her mate wafting into her nostrils.
"Gladly, Kitten." Adora hums, fanged incisors already protruding outward in preparation.
Kitten? Well, that's new.. Fuck..
Before Catra can reassure her she didn't need to worry over hurting her, Adora's fangs were already secured around her throat, delicately sinking themselves into the skin beneath her fur. Catra's surprised the gasp that fills the room is her own, never really experiencing the bite of another vampire until now. Even her own transformation never involved an exchange of fangs, so this feeling was deliciously new to her. Catra's eyes flutter backward when Adora emits a territorial snarl, the blood that didn't make it past her lips beginning to flow out the corners of them, staining both of their necks in a sheen river of crimson.
Catra figures now is an opportune time to ditch her pants before they suffer the same fate as her top, carefully maneuvering her arm out of Adora's hold to work on unbuckling her belt. Adora's newly adept hearing picks up on the movement, breaking away from her snack as she gives the minor wound a soothing swipe of her tongue. The fledgling's lip delves further south, kissing every dip and curve on her way while she pries away Catra's hand, taking over the task of undressing her.
"How're you feeling?" Catra suddenly remembers to ask, forgetting that she hadn't exactly mentally checked in with Adora as of yet. Her fur excitedly bristles when she feels a muffled giggle vibrate against her navel, and the view she's hit with when Catra finally peers down from her vantage point is enough to pluck another strained moan from her airless lungs. The entire lower half of Adora's face was still painted with her blood, feeling the ever-persistent scrape of her fangs drifting lower down her torso.
"Like I could fuck you into next week." Adora's sultry reply reeks of arrogance, wrestling with the feline's bunched trousers before she successfully tugs them lower, lifting Catra's hips just enough off what remains of the mattress to slip her tail out of the hole in the back. Catra's briefs go next, both bundles of clothing getting yanked down as a single entity until Catra's kicking the forgotten fabric off her ankles.
"Hah, you probably could, princess." Catra agrees between a laugh, furred thighs splitting invitingly as she gives the blonde a coy shimmy of her hips, a wordless request. Adora catches on fairly quickly, nosing the thicker fur just above her center, pursing her lips against the start of her clit. Adora leaves them pressed there, smug lips grinning against a very different set of lips when Catra's hips flinch forward to chase whatever friction she can manage. Nudging her lips apart with her tongue, Adora collects the slick that's spilled at the disturbance, dipping into the source before a tongue harshly licks upward, firm enough to have the tip of it snare against her hood. Catra howls her approval.
"I could get used to seeing you like this, Kitten." Adora's ministrations momentarily break to tease her, singling out that taut hill of flesh, urging it into her mouth before her lips form a seal at the base. When she finally decides to suck, Catra's close to seeing stars. The magicat fists Adora's disheveled hair for something to hold, leisurely grinding her core against that formidable tongue.
"O-Oh, yeah? Like what?" Catra struggles to remain nonchalant, but the brief stutter in her answer tells a different tale. As perceptive as ever, Adora picks up on the subtle stammer, making a show out of messily releasing her clit from the clutches of her lips.
"So ready and aching for me. Being a good little Kitten and waiting so patiently for me to fill you." Adora murmurs at her, the sudden show of dominance highly uncharacteristic for the bashful blonde. Leave it to achieving immortality to be the needed catalyst to finally awaken the Dom that's been hiding in plain sight all along. In no mood to wait any longer, Catra shoves her head back where it's needed, exhaling blissfully when that tongue returns to its prior task.
Adora's tongue picks up a circular pattern around her clit, swirling it back into a peak just as the magicat feels two familiar fingers prodding her entrance. They breach her opening with ease before flexing into a curl, the downpour of slick that pools into her palm offering no resistance at all. The blonde keeps them tightly hooked within her before they start to move, traversing deeper with each measured thrust forward. Grunting, Catra slams the back of her head into the pillow, the tempo of her hips speeding up as they gyrate forward to meet every generous thrust with equal momentum.
The fledgling's stamina seems bottomless, harboring an endurance worthy enough to rival her own. No breaks between thrusts just allowed that pressure to spike uninterrupted, the glow encompassing her starting out calmingly warm until it flared ever hotter, searing every part of her body capable of registering sensation. Hanging on by a thread at this point, Catra battles to warn her of the inevitable, but by the way the feline's walls begin to clamp and flutter aimlessly around her digits, Adora already knows what's coming. Or who's coming, rather.
"Cum." Adora orders like she's the one solely holding permission over her pleasure, and it's that mere fact alone that finally breaks the hybrid to pieces. Just as Catra's sent tumbling over the edge, Adora's mouth departs from her pulsing clit, fangs visible once more as she anchors those pointed incisors into Catra's inner thigh, this bite far more brutal than the first. Her vision is first to go, her surroundings taken from her until her entire existence shrinks down to just Adora and her fingers, both constants bounding her to reality. Adora eases her through it, mouth covered in a sea of scarlet by the time she's had her fill.
The venom in her saliva closes the wound with a delicate lick, disengaging her fingers from inside the feline when she gradually goes limp in her arms. Catra's awareness slowly drifts back down to her body, hardly registering the road of kisses Adora paves back up her torso. She lazily returns the bloodied kiss Adora greets her with, the rush from her recent meal leaving the black of her pupils totally blown. Catra blinks open an eye, snorting at what she sees.
"What the hell are your clothes still doing on?" the feline asks, her half-hearted complaint ending with laughter when Adora began tearing her own clothes off with improbable speed. Stark naked and with no more obstructions in sight, Adora clammers back on top of her, the feverish pounce knocking the wind out of the magicat as a startled "Oof." leaves her lips.
"Better?" Adora breaths against the underside of her jaw, placing a lingering kiss there. A groan accompanies the kiss at the shift of Catra's thigh, sandwiching the lithe limb right between the juncture of her own. Adora insistently grinds down in response, graciously taking the traction as each fluid roll combs the fur there with an abundance of slick. The blonde may have been poking fun at her earlier but Catra could see she was just as ready and aching, compelling the hybrid into returning the favor tenfold.
"It's a start. Ready to feel just how much I've been holding back, princess?" Catra swiftly reverses their positions, hovering over her sire as a sinister grin takes shape at her lips. Reaching over towards the nightstand, Catra drags the drawer open to sift through its contents until she singles out one of their favorite straps before dangling it invitingly in front of the blonde, suavely twirling the harness around her finger. Adora worries her lip into a smirk.
"Do you even have to ask?"
"Good answer, princess." hums the magicat, enjoying the attention on her as she messes around with the leather straps, securing the harness snugly into place. Adora obediently turns over, pushing herself onto all fours to present herself to her mate. Catra takes a moment to appreciate the perfection on display, fingers splayed over the curve of her ass. Fondling her outer lips, Catra lets the wetness gather before her hips jog forward, letting her cock glide longways against her dripping core, the slick that spills onto it preparing the toy for the sudden intrusion.
Adora becomes a quivering mess when Catra gets around to lining herself up, the head of her cock getting engulfed with unbridled heat as Adora's flexed walls threaten to pull her in prematurely. She's midway through an impatient growl when Catra secures the hold on her hips, yanking back as her own hips plunge forward, burying her to the hilt. The ungentle entry has Adora spilling an ocean of unintelligible curses from her lips, falling forward onto her arms under the power of her thrusts.
"Nnngh.. Oh, fuck." Adora's approving grunt is all Catra needs to know she's hit her mark, her own second wind resurfacing as the pressure at the base of the toy gives her clit the consistent friction she needs. She continues to withdraw her length until only the head is concealed from view before returning to the lips split around her cock, that restricting sleeve of velvet resisting the push and pull of her hips, determined to keep her inside.
Knowing Adora wouldn't be able to finish with just penetration alone, Catra lends her an additional hand, looping an arm around the fledgling's waist as her nails skim to the bottom of her stomach. Adora's vocalizations increase in pitch and frequency when Catra finds what she's looking for, the protruding bundle of nerves fairly easy to locate. Applying rapid circles to the sensitive region, Adora soon loses it under the extra attention, her keening cries reverberating off the walls of their apartment.
"Fuck, Catra. You're gonna make me cum." Adora sputters out a final warning, and that's all the permission Catra's needs to fist the fingers of her free hand through the blonde locks splayed out in front of her, yanking her head backwards. Fangs visibly extending, Catra gifts her a profound bite to her nape, breaking the skin right at the point of climax. The sweetest crimson fills her famished mouth, eagerly devouring every precious mouthful as the taste of her mate becomes Catra's downfall, her second orgasm hitting right in the middle of Adora's first.
It's even more disorientating than the first, the overstimulation having her weighted thrusts turn into an inconsistent stutter of hips until gravity eventually has them plummeting into each other, the toy slipping out when they clumsily go crashing into the bed they've thoroughly destroyed. Speechless and utterly spent, Catra barely manages a weak purr of contentment as she rolls over onto her side, draping a bent leg over the curve of the blonde's ass. Adora hides a grin into the pillow, blowing away the stray strand of hair that settled upon her nose.
"Tuckered out already, princess?" Catra's jab is friendly, unwilling to admit she was pretty winded herself. Adora's head lifts right along with Catra's brows, the blonde sporting a defiant smirk.
"Not a chance, Kitten."