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“There’s a party you’d like next weekend. Shoot me an email for the details.”

That’s how it had all started. Huntara had said it so nonchalantly and assuredly when leaving. They’d handed over their card but, notably, only to Catra and Adora. It wasn’t until Huntara was gone that the two had read their title: ‘BDSM Educator and Mentor’

It had been quite the twist to their expectations for the evening. The night had been originally intended as just a casual dinner hang among friends—one where no one knew the well-practiced dirty things Catra had been whispering in Adora’s ears every chance she got.

‘Ready to be my good slut later?’

The guests weren’t meant to see Catra’s wandering hand under the table, seemingly only wrapped around Adora’s waist, but slowly slipping under her shirt to stroke her stomach, or downward to tease under her waistband. Nor were they meant to catch the quick, firm swipes Catra made across Adora’s inseam in the kitchen while they washed dishes—an offer they made as a thank you to their host, certainly not to get a second alone, of course not. However, as much as no one was meant to catch them, the thrill that they might be caught was all part of the fun.

It wasn’t long before Catra had noticed the way Adora’s eyes kept darting to the chiseled, intimidating-yet-charismatic, new attendee, nor the way said attendee would smirk back while uninterruptedly continuing to converse with the rest of their friends. Catra bit her lip as she reveled in the way it made Adora squirm.

“You like that, don’t you? The way Huntara’s watching you? The ways they’re watching us?” Catra purred against Adora’s ear amid loud chatter that prevented anyone from overhearing. Adora offered subtle nods, trying to hide them from Huntara’s view. Well, not trying that hard.

Tantalizing as they were, these fantasies had never developed into more than innocent dirty talk. They had always just been fodder for the increasing ache between both their thighs—something to inspire filthy phrases in the later eve when Catra would finally claim Adora’s cunt as her own. She knew how much it drove Adora wild to be watched, but opportunities outside of role-play had never bothered to formally present themselves, although they had discussed it on a few occasions.

So, here it was: opportunity.

Neither Catra nor Adora were actually sure what the invitation implied. Had Huntara been hitting on them? Were they being invited to a class presented as a party? Was it a play space? Catra had been to some in her early twenties but never really gotten into the scene. Adora, however, had never explored any kink outside of the bedroom—or well, that wasn't quite true. She hadn't explored any intentionally public spaces made for sex or kink. However, she'd explored plenty of activities that most certainly could've gotten her arrested for public indecency. For example, it was highly likely that getting fucked with a strap over the back of a park bench in the middle of the night, cunt so wet it shone in the streetlights, qualified as a bit risque.

Exhibitionism, the thrill of getting caught, and especially the idea of someone joining, was just Adora’s thing and always had been. She’d been watching cheesy porn with the same themes forever. No matter how bad it was, she never failed to get at least somewhat turned on.

“Maybe we should just get details? What could it hurt?” Adora pondered out loud later that eve, naked and propped up on her arm, fully drenched in sweat after being fucked into the mattress just ten minutes before. She was trying to act like she was indifferent to the prospect, but she certainly wasn’t fooling Catra; Adora had just orgasmed three times in succession in response to, “I think I see Huntara. They’re gonna catch you being such a slut for me.”

“Mm,” Catra hummed, drumming tightly trimmed nails across Adora’s chest, seemingly deflecting the question. “Plenty I could do to make it hurt.”

Adora let out a short whimper. “There? At the party?”

A chuckle vibrated in Catra’s throat as she circled her fingertip around the tip of Adora’s hard nipple. “If that’s what you want, princess, then make it clear.”

Adora sharply inhaled. “Yes. Mmm. I want it.”

“So good.”

Huntara’s email had been brief.

“I was wondering when I’d hear from you two. Party is next Sat at 6:30 pm. I’ll be doing a demo in the front room from 7-8. You can watch if you want but it’s an open space. There will be a hot tub, too, so bring a towel.

Don’t worry about the entry fee. I’ll put you on the guest list.”

They dropped a website along with the address.

According to the website, it was a play party—one celebrating, but not exclusive to, femmes of all genders. The vibes seemed super sapphic, friendly, body positive, and just downright wholesome. There was also an extensive list to make clear that marginalized identities would be centered, from trans women to BIPOC to disabled folx, along with a list of accessibility information about the space.

Interestingly, as well, this particular party didn’t occur at a dungeon as Catra had expected, but rather bounced from house to house more informally. The site was full of playful testimonials, rules of conduct and consent, and a short history of its founding. When it came to potential scenarios of what to expect, neither of them had envisioned a party that seemed so…adorable.

It wasn’t hard to figure out where they were going once they parked. Queers with jagged haircuts, short shorts, leather vests, latex, and even one with a rolling suitcase flocked towards the gate of the duplex.

As Catra started to reach into the back seat to grab their things, Adora snatched her wrist, panic rushing through her, eyes wide. “Catra what are we doing? Everyone looks so cool!” she quietly hissed, as though someone might hear her through the closed windows of the car. Her illogical attempts to be covert were defeated by the way she pointed frantically at people walking by, one of which very much saw her do so.

Instead of looking offended, though, the cute queer—petite with short blond curls, hips for days, top surgery scars peering through a deep side window tank, and black lipstick—just smiled warmly and gestured with their chin towards the entrance.

Adora snapped her eyes away in horror at being acknowledged, turning back to Catra. “Are you sure what I’m wearing is okay?”

Adora had been utterly clueless when it had come to deciding her outfit and Catra had eventually intervened, digging through her own wardrobe until tossing some petite options at her buff, very much not petite girlfriend. A majority were way too femme for her—lots of lacey items that made her blush, for one—but she also didn’t want to dress down in a way that could be construed as disinterested, or generally too casual. Catra had told her that people often wore a lot of black to these things, leather, etc, and by the looks of the babes parading by, she hadn’t been wrong.

Something Adora was into more than anything was making her sluttiness covert, so with Catra’s guidance, she’d ended up in her favorite loose, sleeveless red zip-up hoodie (she’d removed the sleeves years ago after they’d become worn down, perfectly sewing up the edges), with the twist of going braless underneath, per Catra’s insistence. Additionally, she wore dark gray form-fitting jean shorts, utterly free of panties. For shoes, she put on her pride and joy—pristine white boots with gold wings. She wore her hair up in a tight ponytail, her freshly buzzed undercut on display. While she normally didn’t wear makeup, she let Catra paint her up with mascara and a subtle metallic gold cat-eye, some light eyebrow penciling, and a peachy tint to her lips.

Catra had decided to lean into a look that made Adora go utterly out of her mind. Apparently, she’d been hiding tight leather shorts at the back of her closet, so short that the plump underside of her ass was scandalously in view. Underneath them she’d chosen sheer black tights that she’d slowly destroyed with rips in front of Adora earlier that day using the sharp tips of her nails on her non-dominant hand—she always kept every nail on the other hand perfectly trimmed. She had stared Adora down as she placed each tear, watching her squirm on the bed while refusing to let her approach. On the outsides of her hips, she layered dark criss-cross belts, accentuating her curves. For the final touch, she’d thrown on a black lacy bra, a sheer black tank, her dark maroon moto jacket, and studded black boots.

“Adora, firstly, you look fucking hot,” Catra responded, looking her up and down hungrily and licking her lips. “Secondly, if we need to leave, we need to leave, but I know you’re just nervous.” She ran one of her sharp nails down the side of Adora’s neck and lowered her voice to a tone as scratchy as the tip. “Haven’t you wanted this forever? Think of all the fantasies we’ll take home. Do you trust me?”

“You know I do,” Adora said with desperate loyalty. It wasn’t like they hadn’t already negotiated every detail possible to make sure they were both prepared.

“Say it.”

“I trust you. I love you. You’re in charge of me.”

A growling noise vibrated from Catra’s throat. “Aw. There’s my good little slut.”

Adora shivered with pleasure and began nodding. “Yeah,” she said breathily.

Catra grabbed the bag.

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The party was in the Salineas district of town, and the sea wind licked the air as they waited to be let inside. Once finally entering the gate and being greeted with an almost shocking level of enthusiasm, they had their names checked off the list and were pointed towards a very energetic sign with rules of conduct.

1. Ask before initiating physical contact!
2. State your/ask others’ boundaries and desires!
3. Don’t assume pronouns or identities!
4. Play safely and consensually!
5. Have sensible safe sex practices (see safe sex stations for supplies!)
6. Please use provided barriers for surfaces you fuck on!
7. Sorry, but no sex in the hot tub!
8. No photos, duh! And no gossiping about what happens here or who you saw!
9. Nervous? Watch a demo! Oggle babes! Have a soak! Ask a host for a way to help out! Don’t be afraid to get creative! Collaborate! Offer up ideas (or yourself 😉) to the crowd!
10. Most of all: Have fun!

Wow. Catra felt like she’d been pummeled by the helpful, informative, and absolutely overzealous sign—clearly imbued with the essence of over-caffeinated cheerleaders—but she couldn’t deny that the rules gave her a sense of relief regarding the intentions and safeness of the space. Still, a nice deep breath was in order and she sucked it in slowly, adjusting the bag on her shoulder, before huffing it out.

The moment they started walking down the hall to the door, Catra heard increasing sounds of moans, smacks of paddles, and full-on squeals of delight. When they reached the opening to the common space, a gleeful cutie with tightly coiled hair sped by, giggling and clad only in lacy panties with garters and thigh highs. She was holding a goddamn cookie. In fact, the entire house smelled of just that: delicious, freshly baked cookies. What even was this place?

As overstimulated as Catra was, she noticed that Adora was a swift breeze away from collapsing and slid a hand around her waist to grip her in place. “You’re doing great, babe,” she whispered reassuringly. “Let’s go look around.” She started scoping out the area for somewhere to head, overwhelmed by the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Yet, suddenly, a voice she would absolutely recognize anywhere came sing-songing around the corner, its lanky owner licking chocolate off her fingers, completely naked. “Catra! Adora! I didn’t know you’d be here!”

“Perfuma?” Adora stammered as some folks pushed past them, reminding Catra that they hadn’t yet moved from the threshold. Catra pulled Adora out of the way, bringing them into a tucked corner with their overly enthusiastic friend, who was now squeezing them into a tight group hug.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Perfuma yelped, pulling back. “I should’ve asked! I just got so excited to see you! Eeee!”

Adora was just staring, wide-eyed. “You’re naked!” she sputtered.

Giggling, Perfuma crinkled her nose. “Yes, I am, love! Isn’t it wonderful!? A place to be fully ourselves! Oh! Is this your first time? Should I show you around? Introduce you to folks?” Perfuma looked like she was doing everything in her power to not grab them both by the hands and twirl them around in dizzying circles.

As much as Adora seemed in shock, Catra honestly wasn’t surprised to see Perfuma; she had always come across as more sexually liberated and kinky than she’d let on. No one that happy wasn’t constantly getting laid in the most freeing ways possible. Not to mention, this place was exactly her vibe with all the hanging silks, laughing, excessive intentionality, etc.

Oh shit. “Uh, Perfuma, am I about to see my best friend naked, because we have had some boundaries around that since college and…”

“Oh! No, no! Scorpia gets too shy at these things and prefers me to just go have fun on my own. Don’t worry, though, I won’t tell her I saw you. I take rule eight very seriously.” She gave a reassuring wink and giggled.

Catra vaguely recollected that rule eight was the one about gossip and names and skeptically made the decision to trust her. She and Scorpia were close, but not ‘don’t mind if you watch me live out my pervy fantasies with my girlfriend’ close. “That’s a fucking relief,” Catra muttered to Adora as Perfuma led them to the snack table, and looked up, finding her still looking so frozen that she may as well have had a ‘still loading’ icon hovering in front of her forehead. Noticing the way Adora began to eye the charcuterie and cookies, Catra ran a fingernail along Adora’s bicep to catch her eye, salaciously smirked once she did, and then jutted her chin towards the treats. “Graze away, babe.”

As Adora greedily loaded a mini paper plate, Perfuma began looking around while mumbling, “I think you met, Hun…the other…Oh, there they are!” And low and fucking behold, as Perfuma wildly waved her arm, a hulking blond came sauntering on over.

Before Perfuma could even begin any re-introductions, Huntara was bellowing, “Catra! You made it! And Adora, there you are!”

Adora had just turned around upon hearing their voice, a cracker crumbling on her lip, face now practically translucent as she realized who was making all the commotion.

“Almost missed out. Was just about to show everyone how impressive of a power bottom this one can be.” They gripped Perfuma’s shoulder and gave her a suggestive grin before turning back towards them.

Wow, Perfuma seriously did have a lot going on. Catra was slightly affronted that Scorpia had never shared any of this with her. Eh, she probably would’ve told her to stop, but still.

“You gonna watch the demo?” Huntara asked them boisterously.

“Excuse me? Perfuma?” Adora continued to stammer. Ope, Adora might be losing it. Catra returned to gripping her waist.

“Uh, we’re gonna walk around a bit but we’ll maybe try to catch it,” Catra said, in an attempt to prevent Adora from withering up and dying.

Looking slightly disappointed, but nodding in understanding, Huntara pointed to a room the demo would be in. It practically glistened with leather implements, a sex swing, and a black wooden X laid against a wall on a stand that notably had round, silver anchors attached. “It’s gonna be quite the show. This one’s a beast. We’re gonna start in 15 minutes.”

With that they winked, gesturing for Perfuma to follow. Before she turned, Perfuma squealed, shaking her fists in front of her face excitedly. “I really hope you come watch!”

As Catra and Adora started to take in the lay of the land, they found room after room. First, there was the kitchen, where cookies were abounding with cuties mixing up dough and placing some hot-out-of-the-oven treats onto cooling racks. Each plate of the ready-to-eat cookies had little labels set in front that identified type and potential food allergies, written in adorable writing with hearts dotting the i’s.

Right across from the wholesome display was a gorgeous person with long blue hair and smooth brown skin, bent over, hands pressed against a wall, bare assed. Their cunt was exposed from behind while they were hit with a long, pencil-thin cane by a femme in lacy panties that highlighted a firm bulge. Deep purple lines were raised across their ass as they let out high-pitched gasps. As some folks squeezed by, the implement wielder apologized sweetly and hooked a hand onto the hip of the bare-assed babe, kissing their shoulder while gently rotating them aside. After a quick exchange of whispered words, tucked strands of loose hair, and a long kiss, the babe pressed their hands against the side of a bookshelf—which was notably lined top-to-bottom with rows of erotica and queer theory—and they arched their back to present their ass yet again.

It was hard to keep walking while taking in such sights. Catra felt like they had stumbled into some queer utopia and that any second the party would be broken up, leading to clouds of lace, leather, and libido left in the party goers wake. It was absolutely nothing like the parties she’d experienced in the past. Those had been awkward and utterly full of tough-dyke machismo. Sure, some people had been laughing in corners, but it wasn’t welcoming. If anything it had felt somewhat pompous. It was true that she hadn’t really known anyone and that maybe it could’ve been a different experience if she had, but unlike that, walking around in here felt like coming home. Well, coming to a very kinky home, made for cumming, baked goods, and warm hugs. If someone handed her the paperwork, she would immediately sign the lease.

Catra looked up at Adora, noticing that even though she was still darting her eyes with nerves, there was another emotion gradually overriding it, one she usually only saw in private: Adora’s face was absolutely bursting with unfiltered love as she took in the sights. Catra hummed appreciatively and gripped the hood of Adora’s sweatshirt, just above the zipper, pulling her down so their lips just barely brushed. “And you wanted to stay in the car,” she mocked, kissing away a protesting scoff before Adora could release it.

Taking one final sweep of the room, Adora grabbing three types of cookies before proceeding, they meandered outside into a lush backyard. The moons were almost fully set and string lights, threaded above through branches of surrounding trees, romantically lit their surroundings. Scattered about were tons of planters, naked people casually chatting, a friggin trampoline, and as promised, laughing queers filling a bubbling hot tub.

As they continued to walk around a corner, they found another door. Inside, padded surfaces covered the floor, and three naked were people making out in the corner—oh wait, not just making out—one of them had their fingers inside another who softly moaned. Fucking hell.

However, as hot as that was, Catra tore her eyes away in distraction, noticing a significant crowd gathered across the room, oohing and aahing while looking at something, a faint smell of fire in the air.

Adora remained oblivious, still staring at the trio, her lips parted. So, as a means to catch her attention, Catra quickly slipped her palm between Adora’s thighs, pressing against her noticeable heat. At first, Adora startled, but the flinch only pushed her cunt harder against Catra, making her release a breathy gasp with a pleading gaze.

“Aw, you like watching them? Don’t you wish that was you on display?” Catra taunted in the low gravelly voice that she knew drove Adora wild, while making a small circle with the heel of her palm.

Adora licked her lips with short nods, lidding her eyes as she began to rock her hips against the pressure. She grabbed onto Catra’s arm, trying to pull her to a wall but instead was met with resistance and a swiftly removed hand. “Oh, Adora, you didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?” Catra chuckled, low and devious as she watched Adora scrunch up her face and pout pitifully. “C’mon.” She pointed her chin towards the gathering and Adora perked up in excitement.

Before they could even get close enough to see what was happening, Catra spotted flickers of warm light and giant pink bun of hair, visible above all the heads in the crowd. Catra was very grateful that some kind folx let them slip in beside them since her height could be pretty obnoxious when it came to seeing things from anywhere but the front row. That was unlikely a problem for the person in front of them: a towering, utterly curvaceous babe, with the most delectably squishable belly ever and tits so bountiful they were overflowing their leather bra. That wasn’t all that had the crowd enamored, though. The amazonian babe had a skewer in their hand, the end wrapped in some sort of gauze, lit aflame. Oh, not to mention how right beneath them there was a massage table with yet another cute thang who had a flame flying up and down their spine. The fire was quickly swept away by the tall goddess almost as soon as it was ignited, the one on the table hammering their toes into the table as they joyfully yelped in response.

They watched for five minutes or so as Roxy—Catra spotted a small sign with her name and pronouns (she/her) on the supplies tray—drew designs all over the delighted receiver’s back with another wrapped skewer; however, unlike the other skewer, this one was not on fire but rather wet and smelling of rubbing alcohol. Then with a flick of her wrist, she’d tap the lit one onto the wet accelerant and flames would lick up and down the design's path. The energy that erupted with each pass was contagious, everyone gleefully laughing and gasping along with the two who played. Not only was it an entrancing sight to see, it looked like it felt amazing.

Adora was a bit disappointed to discover that the fireplay waiting list was completely full up for the night, but she still appreciated that Catra took the time to check. So, dipping away, they headed towards another door, following more ecstatic cries and sounds of smacks and thwacks that echoed off the walls. Upon entering, there were two people bent over the edge of a bed, one getting fucked from behind, and the fair skinned one next to them with deeply reddened ass from the continuing swings of a paddle. The two on the bed were watching each other while wholesomely holding hands and smiling in between groans and wails.

Adora practically drooled with envy and shot a hopeful look towards Catra but was met with affectionately rolled eyes. “You’re cute, and being very good”—Adora whimpered as Catra grabbed her ass—“but we aren’t done looking around yet.” Adora contained a scowl in an attempt to stay on good behavior but oh, how she wanted to beg. There would be time for that later, however, so instead she focused on being Catra’s good slut, as promised, and listened.

Sure enough, there was plenty to notice in here. The scent of metal and petrichor along with a strange buzz filled this room, and out of the corner of her eye, Adora caught a sharp glint of light. Kneeling on the floor was the queer who’d smiled at them outside, wrists bound with rope behind them. They were looking expectantly up at a short masc-presenting person, clad in leather—shorts, vest, and boots—who was lightly running a pointed metal blade across their chest. The leatherbound one had a large, wand-like object attached to a holster at their hip with what looked like a thin metal rod tucked into their shorts. When the blade got just the right distance away from the crouched down queer’s skin, an arc of light crackled between them and the object, and they yelp-whimpered in response.

“Wow,” Adora said under her breath. She noticed Catra staring too, and taking a sharp breath. Adora gulped and leaned down to whisper in Catra’s ear. “I want that.”

Catra’s mouth hung open for a second before she slowly turned to Adora, looking at her hungrily and simply saying, “Yeah,” then licking her lips. She popped the tip of her index finger between her teeth and looked Adora up and down. Adora knew that look well. It was the one where Catra was considering every which way she could absolutely destroy her, and she wanted nothing more.

Adora was so entranced by the way Catra was eye fucking her that she barely heard the enthusiastic announcement from the next room over. “If everyone’s ready, we’re going to get started now!”

Perfuma, right. Oh, Oh… Also, Huntara, fuck. She spun around and then quickly looked back at Catra for permission to go watch, raising her eyebrows hopefully as innocent delight washed over her. This demo-watching thing was all of a sudden seeming quite exciting.

Catra chuckled again, slightly groaning at the interruption of the plans she’d been crafting, and rolled her eyes with a sigh. “After you, princess,” she said, gripping Adora’s ass once more and gesturing towards the demo.

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“Thanks, flower girl,” Adora heard Huntara say in a gruff voice before spotting them. They were winking at Perfuma who giggled, clearly aware of some inside joke no one else was privy to. “Ready?”

Perfuma was unsurprisingly still naked but now holding a bouquet. Plucking a daisy from the arrangement, she stood up on her tiptoes and tucked it behind Huntara’s ear. “I am now!” she exclaimed after gleefully squealing, and Huntara rolled their eyes with a broad grin.

“Alright, then,” Huntara said with a hint of blush, turning to the crowd. “So, my name’s Huntara, they, them pronouns, and this is Perfuma.” They gestured towards her.

“Hi! She, her!” Perfuma said excitedly, bouncing and waving.

Huntara raised their eyebrows and thumbed at Perfuma, continuing their seemingly very well-practiced speech. “This tossable little thing over here, as unsuspecting as she seems, is about to take a lot for you all as tonight’s demo bottom, so be sure to give her tons of praise and cheers. She’s into it.” Huntara grinned and shared another knowing glance with Perfuma.

“As for what you’re gonna see, we’re going to focus on creativity. Lots of us know about things like floggers, paddles, canes, single tails, sensation play, etcetera. But what we’re gonna focus on here is combining some elements to get even more out of your scenes. Plus, Perfuma’s really into flowers, so don’t think we won't find a way to include ‘em. Front row, prepare for petals,” they said jokingly. Hums and appreciative laughs spread throughout the crowd.

“So, starting off, we’re gonna use something you already might have just laying around the house.” Huntara snatched a medium-sized drawstring bag off the table and pulled a clothespin out from inside. “Doesn’t look like much, right? But don’t worry, we can have loads of fun with them.

“These ones, you might notice, look a bit different from the ones you have at home; they’re dipped in silicone so they can be cleaned easier and they have a smoother feel. The normal kind still work, but they’re harder to clean and feel a bit different.”

With Perfuma’s permission, they began pinching different spots on her body and placing the clothespins on the taut skin, explaining the difference between how much it hurt depending where you put it. It wasn’t hard to tell based on Perfuma’s very expressive face, noises, flinches, and wincing—all of delight, of course. There were some spots that she had to tap out from, though, which Huntara quickly demonstrated how to remove, or where a clothespin simply refused to stay in place and yeeted itself off instead.

Grabbing a handful, Huntara passed some out for people to try as they watched, with the disclaimer that they needed them returned at the end. “Keep in mind, the longer they stay on, the more it hurts when they come off. They also hurt way more coming off than going on, so don’t get cocky and use ‘em more than 15-20 minutes. Safety first.”

Adora was feeling kinda so-so about the activity as she watched, but the moment one of the small objects ended up in her hand, her nipples immediately stiffened. She found herself pouting and holding it up to Catra whom she swore growled in response, immediately snatching it and looking Adora up and down inspectingly. “It’s time for this to come off,” she whispered in a low voice as she swiped open the sweatshirt with a quick zip, exposing Adora’s breasts.

Gasping, Adora shot a glance towards Huntara and frigging caught their eye, right as they flicked one of the pins attached to Perfuma. Huntara held the gaze for a moment, flashing a peek at Adora’s tits before returning their eyes to Perfuma. It seemed Perfuma had maybe even noticed, a huge smile crossing her face as she looked back and forth between the three. Did Perfuma know something?

Catra clasped the pin to the strap of her tank and looked Adora up and down methodically, running the side of her finger back and forth between her teeth. Glancing up, expression mischievous as always, she brought her hands to Adora’s perky tits. She watched Adora’s face closely as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. Letting her hands wander, she began tightly pinching the skin on Adora’s upper chest and the curves around her breasts, smirk widening with each falter in Adora’s ability to stay still. Upon finding one particularly sensitive spot, a few inches below her left collarbone, Adora let out a shaky moan from the sharp pain. Satisfied with her finding, Catra bit her lip, snapping the clothespin off her top and carefully replacing her fingers with its bite. Fuck. It hurt so gods-damn good.

“Okay, so one thing you should know about these bad girls,” Huntara’s voice broke through. They were repeatedly flicking the pin nonchalantly as Perfuma made short, high pitched noises, “is that once they’re attached, you, depending on the spot, won’t really feel a ton after they settle, because it gets numb, but if you—”

“Ah!!” Perfuma yelped as Huntara gave it a much harder flick.

Huntara chuckled lowly as Perfuma theatrically scowled. “You’re not fooling anyone,” they challenged back with a grin, Perfuma faux-bashfully returning a smirk.

Not missing a beat, Huntara brought their hand back to the wooden object, tip of their index finger tucked behind their thumb. “Flick,” they emphasized the word with another, “you get all sorts of lovely sensations. Right, flower girl?”

Perfuma playfully huffed and then relented with a nod that quickly transformed into more giggles.

“That’s what I thought,” Huntara teased, lightly bumping her with their forearm, the crowd laughing along.

“So,” they continued, “if you want, you can keep playing like that; you can fuck; you can flick; you can attach them with a string and pull them off; you can tenderly unclamp them. All of that is great and is also amazing for lots of things. For example, if impact-type pain might hurt your body, this is an excellent way to still get your sadomasochism on.

“But, if you’re able and want to, then you can take it up a notch. However, before we do, I just want everyone to know that Perfuma and I have played before and also pre-negotiated limits. If you learn nothing today, remember that you gotta communicate stuff. Before, during, and after.

“Okay, moving on”—they turned to Perfuma—“hand me those flowers.”

Huntara made quick work, plucking off short, thin stems and decorating the clothespins by dropping them through the springs, creating mini bouquets in each one. Soon Perfuma was completely decorated with clothespins and flowers that curved just above her areolas—five on each side.

“Now here’s the fun part.” Huntara gave the crowd and then Perfuma a cocky look and slowly lifted up a gorgeous, medium-length flogger from the table. They pointed Perfuma to the giant wooden X Adora had spotted earlier and clipped leather handcuffs into the metal anchors above.

Holy shit, they officially had Adora’s attention, her pulse quickening, heat rising between her thighs, wetness pooling against the inside of her shorts. Her eyes unwavering from the sight, she scrambled for Catra’s hand, pulling it tightly to her chest…and knocking into the clothespin that was still pinched in place, making her jump.

“Wow, that really does hurt,” she muttered quietly to Catra.

Chuckling softly, Catra let go of Adora’s hand and cupped her face, quirking an eyebrow. “You complaining?”

Adora sharply inhaled while shaking her head no. “More, please,” she whispered. Catra lightly nipped Adora’s bicep and then held her teeth in place while she toyed with the pin, making Adora's legs wobble with each jostle.

Adora’s breathing began to come in short, barely inhaled sniffs as Catra’s flicks sped and sped, feeling herself get slightly lightheaded, until Catra slowed. “It’s coming off now,” she said without fanfare, to both Adora’s disappointment and relief. Sometimes Catra knew her limits before she did, but that wasn’t the case right now; Catra was absolutely toying with her. She often loved to rile Adora up to an edge before pulling back, making her guess when more might come.

Endorphins swam through Adora’s head as Catra lightly squeezed the clothespin open, the spring creaking as she did before it snapped back shut once removed. Pain flooded to the spot, blood returning, and Adora let out a long, embarrassing whimper as Catra quickly replaced the sensation with a firm press of the pad of her thumb. The pressure deepened and spread out the intense sensation, not just massaging the skin, but the sensitive muscles underneath. Adora let herself lean into Catra, hooking her fingers into one of the sexy belts around her hips. As Catra dug her thumb in harder, Adora continued to whimper—it hurt so fucking good—sounds only muffled by nestling her face into Catra’s hair.

She gripped Catra urgently, smothering her face further as she felt her sharp teeth sink into her bicep again.

And then she heard a gruff, self-satisfied voice from upfront. “Glad to see some folks are enjoying themselves.”

Oh fucking hell. The room spun back into existence as Adora felt people turn to look and she made a pitiful noise once more. They’re fucking watching.. A dream come true was forcing itself into reality and all she could do was bury herself into the crook of Catra’s neck. But also…her body was an inferno of tingles. She could feel their eyes on her without even looking at them. They were seeing her tits, her pain, her desire on display. She was goddamn fancy china in a glass case. It was terrifying. It was everything. Her shyness was fading, desperate not to lose their interest, and suddenly it was taking everything in her power to not beg Catra to rip off the rest of her clothes right there and take her in front of the crowd.

Instead, she slowly lifted her head, heat burning across her cheeks…and felt herself do some weird combination of a curtsy and a bow. No, no, no, no holy fuck no, her mind screamed mid-motion as Catra snorted under her breath and gripped Adora steadyingly before she could do anything else to further mortify herself.

It was too late, though. Huntara (and everyone, yeah, them, too) had seen and were looking at her with what Adora was absolutely sure was pity and well…alright… fuck, guess she was just gonna have to go ahead and officially die now. Goodbye, sweet world.

However, Huntara just sweetly smirked and turned back to Perfuma.

Adora must have missed something while distracted because Perfuma was leaning back against the X—a St. Andrew’s Cross, apparently, according to Huntara—wrists now bound in the leather handcuffs above. Huntara had even added cuffs at the base and Perfuma’s ankles were clasped into those as well, her whole body now mimicking the X behind her. Of course, this also meant her legs were spread apart, and the long tendrils of the flogger were teasing up her thighs, one side at a time, and then at their apex as she shivered gleefully in response. Huntara trailed the lengths up her stomach next, and once reaching her breasts, swayed the flogger in a featherlight manner across the pins. Perfuma flinched about with satisfied little noises, jangling the cuffs.

Quickly pulling the implement away with a humored look, Huntara resumed teaching their lesson. “Alright, so while this is fun to watch, what I’m about to do takes skill and experience. If you haven’t played with a flogger much, you want to avoid an area like this that’s so near the face or other areas that could cause damage when hit. Even better, take some time to learn and practice. I’m not going over that today, but I’m available for lessons outside of this. I’ll leave my cards.

“Enough of that. So”—they turned towards Perfuma—“Go ahead and stick out your chest. Yep. Chin up. Good,” Huntara praised, as Perfuma perfectly followed instructions. “Mm, such hot tits, right everyone?” The crowd whistled and cat-called and a soft pink blush crept up Perfuma’s cheeks and upper chest.

“Now, Perfuma’s got these great, perky little tits, but if someone’s got a larger chest, you can do fun things to make them even tauter by binding them in a tight rope harness. It’ll help this next part be even more intense and in case you haven’t guessed where we’re headed…make the clothespins snap off even easier when you hit them.”

Adora had not actually guessed this and her eyes went wide. Oh, so that’s what they meant by the petals.

People gathered slightly closer but Huntara held up a hand to keep them back far enough. “I promised petals, but they aren’t gonna be the only things flying. Keep some distance.”

Some joking noises of complaint could be heard in the crowd, but Adora was happy to stay back. She was very much up for some pain play, but she preferred it to be intentional rather than from being hit by an errant object.

“Enough of the lead-up. Let’s go.”

Exchanging a final appraising look with Perfuma, both nodding in agreement, they stepped to the side.

The initial hits were seemingly effortless, Huntara flicking their wrist, lightly at first, just enough to make Perfuma yelp and flex against her restraints. Immediately, some flowers began to fly off and one of two clips leapt towards the floor. As the hits got harder, Perfuma was scrunching up her face and jerking, the rattling noises of metal getting louder and louder, along with her own. Most of the clips waved up and down, yanking in place but not releasing. The longer Huntara continued, more clips started to fly, but two or three persistently resisted. Their aim became even more precisely focused on the unrelenting clamps, and Perfuma beginning to laugh wildly—almost hysterically—letting out whistling tornados of breath, eyes squeezing shut, jaw beginning to clench. It was utterly captivating how much she could take the thudding thwack of the flogger against her tits without asking for respite.

The last two clothespins remained stubborn and Huntara slowed the hits, adding a few final wacks. Perfuma broke into a soundless smile before getting misty-eyed with giggles. Moving forward, Huntara gingerly removed them, causing Perfuma to loudly groan, a noise that quickly became a sigh as Huntara planted firmly held kisses against the white-turned-bright-red spots.

After lifting their head, Huntara cupped Perfuma’s breasts, deeply massaging as Perfuma let out small moans, their eye contact locked and intimate. Adora almost looked away, feeling like she was witnessing some private moment, but she was unable. She was entranced with the way they seemed to have forgotten the room, their palpably intense connection framed tenderly by the petals and stems that were strewn across the floor.

The moment shifting, Huntara pointed their chin at someone on the sidelines. The person scrambled up, pulling a cooler from behind the table and taking out a bowl of ice. They handed Huntara a towel and the buff instructor used it to pick up a piece. Frozen side exposed, they began rubbing it over the marks on Peruma’s chest.

Perfuma shook, no longer giggling or yelping. Instead, she began releasing loud, high-pitched, unrestrained moans. Water dripped off the tips of her nipples, down her stomach, thighs, and onto the floor. ”Gooood,” Huntara praised as Perfuma trembled and cried out.

Huntara reached up as they continued and released the clasp on one of Perfuma’s wrists, letting her hand fall to their shoulder. Adora could see Perfuma’s muscles flexing from how hard she was gripping.

As the energy between them died down, Perfuma’s skin likely numb, Huntara handed the towel and ice back to the helper. They began rubbing the resulting water all over Perfuma’s breasts, down her sides, along the tops of her arms, and then pulled her in for another deep kiss. Once they broke apart, Huntara released the rest of her limbs, pulling her close to their side, and turning back to their audience.

“Alright everyone! Can we give a hand to our wonderful demo bottom, Perfuma?”

The crowd cheered and Perfuma gracefully bowed—unlike Adora had, mind you—and Huntara pulled her in closer, kissing her head. “That’s it for now! I have cards on the table and please feel free to come up and ask us any questions.”

As people approached, Catra ran her nails down Adora’s neck and took her hand. “C’mon babe,” she said in a hushed tone.

Adora was reluctant to leave the area, so she was completely delighted to discover that Catra was only slinking them into a corner of the same room, atop one of the many bed-like surfaces on the floor and pulling her down onto it, throwing their bag down to their sides.

At first, they just kissed, Adora greedily reunited with her favorite lips in the world, wrapping her legs around Catra, needy hands flying to the hem of her shirt. However, Catra pushed her back, gripping Adora’s wrists and holding them above her head.

Leaning in, Catra pressed her cheek against Adora’s before hotly whispering in her ear, “You liked that didn’t you?” Adora rapidly nodded, sneaking a glance to the side, and then freezing, suddenly aware that Huntara had just done the same. Catra followed Adora’s gaze and pleasurably growled as she noticed the source of the distraction. Huntara’s eyes lingered for a moment before she returned her attention to the eager, bright-eyed femme currently trying to converse with them and Perfuma.

Catra licked along the bottom of Adora’s earlobe, and in maybe the sultriest whisper Adora had ever heard from her—which was saying something—whispered, “Wanna show them how much you can take?”

Adora—possibly never having been so motivated to submit in her entire life—clenched Catra harder between her legs, nipples cut from diamonds as they scraped against the zippers of Catra’s still-on leather jacket. She turned back to Huntara, refusing to look away until she caught their eyes again. When Huntara finally looked back, Adora determinedly fixed their eyes, and emphatically said, absolutely readable from across the room, “Yes.”

She returned her eyes to Catra’s gold and blues. “Yes, Catra.” She could feel Huntara still staring, could almost see their face in her peripheral vision, and everything became a thousand percent clear as adrenaline whipped through her veins. Lower lip shaking, Adora slowly nodded at Catra. “Everything. Yes.”

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Catra and Adora had talked about many, many possible scenarios before the party to establish desires and boundaries. Some were no-brainers. They were both up for watching others play and fuck, using their normal safe words (yellow, red), and actually having sex and playing if it felt right. They broke down the specific types of play that were on or off the table in a public setting. Importantly, they also agreed that Catra would be in charge of Adora and have full rein to just go for whatever she wanted—within those limitations, of course.

Then there were the other things that they agreed they’d have to feel out in the moment, such as whether it would be okay to kiss or more with others (maybe but only together if so and with checking in). Then more specifically, what they did or did not want with Huntara if they so happened to be down. The options were extensive. So, when Adora said “everything,” it was backed by a long list of negotiated items. It was backed by the trust of their history and all the work they’d done to prepare.

For now, though, Huntara was just fuel to the fire as they watched them from across the room. In this moment, it was time for Catra and Adora to dive into the bodies they knew best of all—each other’s.

Catra took in a steadying breath, guiding her mind towards calm so she could take a moment to run through their agreements. The soft surface they sat on was covered in a dark purple sheet and plush pillows, and there was a small cart to their right decked out with safe sex supplies and even some implements and toys up for grabs. The bottom row had some towels and Catra grabbed one, tossing it at Adora with a smirk.

“For the mess you’re gonna make. Spread,” Catra instructed.

With eager eyes, Adora bounded up on her knees, popping open the button of her shorts, and Catra burst out laughing, grasping Adora’s hand in place. “The towel, perv.”

Face scrunching up into a pitifully cute pout, Adora nodded grumpily as Catra inched backward, continuing to laugh with high-pitched little cracks in her voice while she watched. As Adora struggled to perfectly lay all the corners, Catra took in every bit of her exposed skin: her thighs, her arms, the back of her neck, the muscles that peered through below while mostly still covered.

No, that wouldn’t do. Catra crept up behind her, wrapping her fingers around the short sleeves of the sweatshirt that still hung around Adora’s shoulders. “Good girl,” she commended as she slid it away, feeling the light goosebumps rise responsively on Adora’s arms and hearing her hum out a soft ‘mmm.’

“So handsome,” she purred as she trailed her nails around the muscular lines of Adora’s upper back, eliciting shivers. “Turn around.”

Once she had Adora’s eyes fully rapt on her, Catra sat up on her knees, lengthening her spine so she could watch Adora from above, steeling her eyes. Slowly, she brought her hands to her own jacket, staring Adora down as she seductively peeled it away one side at a time. The supple leather fell behind her, draping loosely over her feet once she set it free.

As Catra's hands explored further, she lingered along each and every inch of her own skin. She teased the bottom hem of her sheer black top, gripped and massaged her yet-to-be-revealed breasts, rolled her head back in exaggerated pleasure. Whenever she looked at Adora’s face she’d tongue and bite her lip, all with well-practiced coquette eyes and a smirk, reveling in the way she made Adora quiver.

Once she’d reduced Adora into gaping, whimpering putty, she reached over to the well-filled bag at her side and began to lay out some of the contents: a leather thumper, leather paddle (one side softened with padding), and most important of all, favorite black, fingerless leather gloves.

Catra started by slipping her hands into the gloves, feeling the way they fit like a second skin. She spread her fingers wide and then clenched them into fists, savoring the beautiful stretch and resistance of the well-cared-for leather. These particular gloves exposed only the pads of her fingers, making them perfect for scratching while still covering enough of her hand to dull the sting of any hits she might offer. Adora preferred thuddy sensations—with some occasional sting—and Catra was nothing if not a service top.

The surface below her began wobbling and, looking back at Adora, Catra found her shifting back and forth on her knees, hips swaying side to side as she rubbed her thighs tightly together. “Aw, Adora, what a fucking horny slut you are.”

Adora attempted a dismissive “psht,” that came out as shaken and desperate as her precariously upright position, only to yelp and fall against Catra, cheek landing against her chest, when Catra slipped her fingertips between Adora’s thighs.

“Really?” Catra asked dryly, nipping at the top of Adora’s ear and whispering roughly, “I can feel how soaked you are though your fucking shorts, slut.”

Adora fucking convulsed, beginning to suck needily against Catra’s upper chest and grab at her thighs, but Catra quickly yanked away Adora’s hands, grabbing her by both of her broad shoulders and pushing her backwards.

“Excuse you!” she admonished with a dropped jaw, glaring Adora down and sucking her teeth. “You know better than that.” Catra shook her head at Adora who looked up at her with utterly arousing puppy dog eyes, lip jutting forward. Fucking hell if Catra didn’t feel her shorts become just as wet and hot as Adora’s in response, but she covered it up expertly, lowering her voice into a reprimanding tone. “Turn the fuck around and present your ass.”

Adora gulped and spun around as told, forearms pressed down, lower back arched so her ass was nice and high with her knees spread hip-width apart. “Wow,” Catra said, elongating the word and sucking her teeth once more, “looks like someone clearly—” Catra pushed her hand between Adora’s spread legs again and firmly rubbed against her inseam, fingertips grinding against her unexposed clit. Adora rocked into Catra’s hand before she pulled it away again, causing a whimper. “—knows how to prove my point.”

Adora needily rolled her hips in the air and Catra sharply slapped her ass, making her still. “Wow, Adora,”—Catra gripped Adora’s hips and rolled her thumbs into tight muscles—“you are just begging to be shown your place right now.” Adora could only respond with more whimpers, defiantly rocking her hips again.

Catra growled, practically hearing Adora’s smug expression, regardless of her face being pressed downward. Both annoyed and enthralled that Adora was being such a demanding little shit for punishment, Catra smacked her ass again. Then, with a quick hand, she reached around Adora’s waist, finding the button of her shorts and undoing it and the zipper in a flash.

Adora loudly moaned as Catra pulled down her skin-tight jean shorts, a string of slick trailing between her cunt and the inseam. Catra had to swallow her own spit as she contained herself from just diving down and rewarding Adora herself with her tongue. Instead, she instructed Adora to spread her legs as far as she could against the resistance of the thick fabric that was still bundled around her thighs. She gripped both of Adora’s ass cheeks and pulled them apart, fully displaying the drenched, swollen lips between them.

Catra loved seeing her this way: half undressed as if they might need to hurry back on their clothes at the drop of a pin. She could conjure a number of memories of Adora in such a state of partial undress where they might get caught, many of them where voices could be heard nearby. Never, though, had any of the voices around them been as close as the ones now. Adora’s cunt was hovering in the air and people around them were just going about their business mere footsteps away, flirting, introducing, telling boisterous stories.

They weren’t even the filthiest thing happening in there. Across the room, someone was loudly moaning while being attended to by four people, one fucking them with their hand, one pulling their hair, one covering their tits in deep bites and hickeys, and the last whispering what were likely very filthy words in their ear.

In addition to all of the others, Huntara still hadn’t left. They were leisurely packing up their things, casually conversing, and repeatedly looking over at Catra and Adora, fixing their jaw as they pressed their lips together, expression full of hunger.

Catra managed to catch their eye for a moment and they exchanged sly grins. “Aw look,” Catra said tauntingly while leaning over Adora and lightly scratching her ass. “Guess who’s watching?”

Adora jolted her neck to the side right as Huntara looked back. They softly chuckled before returning their attention to the folks chatting next to them, but not without winking first right as Catra cupped her hand and swung a hard, thuddy hit against Adora’s ass, making her gutturally moan.

Catra groaned in satisfaction, tingles spreading down her arms, cunt gripping from the reaction. “Good girl. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.” She hit again and Adora made a more strangled noise. “Uh, uh, I wanna hear you.” She hit even harder, three times in a row and Adora doubled down, clearly pursing her lips together to muffle the noise. “Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?” Catra continued the deep, cupped hand hits as she spoke, the impact forcing Adora’s hips forward with each one. “You’re gonna misbehave are you?”

Catra flattened her palms, spreading her fingers, and landed a hard, stingy slap, only dampened slightly by the leather, effectively bursting Adora’s lips apart with a loud cry.

"Mmm," Catra hummed. “Better.”

Capitalizing on her success and determined to increase her returns, Catra sped up, making her rhythm unpredictable, as well as the intensity and shape of her hand. She dug her nails into the plump curve at the bottom of Adora’s ass just where it met her thighs, then returned right back to the hits, admiring the heat and pink surfacing across her skin. “But, still not loud enough. Guess you need some more motivation…”

Catra reached beside her, grabbing one of Adora’s—and her—favorite toys. It was constructed from a tight roll of leather, two-inches thick, held together by a handle at the bottom. Known as a leather jack or thumper, the sweet implement gave some of the thuddiest hits around.

Even though she shot her head back, Adora was unable to see due to her facedown position, so Catra took advantage of introducing the toy by simply dragging it lightly across her ass. Adora responded immediately with a breathless sigh. There was no mistaking her recognition of the sensation with the way she pressed her ass backward, cunt spreading wider, sending her mouthwatering scent up Catra’s nose.

Unbeknownst to Adora, that was Catra’s motivator for the first hit. She was practically trying to discipline Adora for being so fucking irresistible. If her desire was any measure, Catra might never be able to stop doling out the swings considering just how endlessly she was becoming aroused. It was a wonder she could stay focused at all while she supplied thud after thud with the way droplets of sweat were being framed between Adora’s shoulder blades. Even Catra’s own clothes were beginning to stick to her from the way her body was heating, dampening her skin. All of that, mixed with how Adora was finally freeing her moans as instructed, was downright making her head spin.

Yet, despite all the progress Catra had made in breaking Adora’s rebellious ploy of attempted silence, the muscle-bound-insubordinate’s sounds began to constrict once more, her neck tensing as if she might be gritting her jaw and she suddenly grabbed for a pillow, shoving it into her face. This fucking brat.

Catra cleared her throat, attempting to regain her authority, when all she wanted was to fuck her gorgeous girlfriend senseless. Not yet, Catra.

“Excuse you,” Catra managed to admonish after a well-needed gulp, using the same tone she might use if someone slammed their shoulder into hers while walking down the street. She furrowed her brows to further emphasize her role-given disapproval. “Turn the fuck around.”

Due to the shorts still binding her thighs, Adora struggled a bit to turn and Catra had to suppress her desire to completely break down laughing at the adorable pitifulness of it. This wasn’t helped either by the way Adora was sheepishly biting her lip and nervously giving Catra doe eyes, all while trying and failing not to tick the corner her own lip over and over into a mischievous smirk.

Scowling and barely holding it together—for a number of reasons—Catra just shook her head. “You think you’re real fucking cute, don’t you?” She couldn’t help letting out a small, sweet chuckle as she glowered.

“Maybe. But, I think you like it,” Adora said challengingly, lifting an eyebrow, her smirk taking full form.

Catra’s jaw dropped with a scoff but then her laugh broke free and she shoved Adora back, jumping on top of her in a straddle and pinning her down by the shoulders. Her open mouth met the soft flesh of Adora’s neck and she sucked hard, all teeth and tongue, feeling Adora arch her back, chest thrusting against her, hands flying to Catra’s waist, and most importantly, crying out with all the fervor Catra had been demanding before. Adora was full on moaning from the pain, rutting her hips upward between Catra’s thighs. Catra could barely see anything, fire blazing behind her eyelids, as she painfully reminded herself that she had to remain in charge.

Adora continued to cry out and Catra remembered that, oh, right, this was her fucking goal and—righting her senses to her leather gloves, her confidence, and her utter desire to fulfill their mutually filthy dreams—she pulled back with a wet pop, tounging the shell of Adora’s ear. “There’s my good slut.”

Adora whimpered and nodded quickly.

“You gonna start behaving now?”

“Yes, yes, Catra.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes. Yes, sir.”

“Good,” Catra purred, running a sharp-tipped nail along the underside of Adora’s jaw and nipping her neck once more. “You remember who you belong to?”

“Yes, I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me.” She looked down sheepishly. “I’m sorry I was such a brat.”

Fucking victory.

“Aw, baby, don’t worry. You’re about to make up for it,” Catra purred with an evil grin.

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Catra, still straddling Adora, sat up and grabbed at the hem of her sheer tank, pulling it away without hesitation. Before this, it hadn’t been like Adora couldn’t see the lacy bra Catra was wearing underneath; however now with it finally exposed, Catra's soft breasts rounded perfectly above the scalloped edges, she practically drooled. The moment was quickly over though, as Catra rolled off of her, whipping away Adora’s shorts and underwear and pushing her thighs so far apart that they laid flush with the bed.

“Mmm, there’s my delicious cunt.”

In a fluid motion, Catra dove forward bringing her lips to the ones between Adora’s thighs…

Or so Adora thought because right as there was heat, it became vibrating air. Catra was chuckling just a breaths-width from her clit, fingers digging into her inner thighs. After taking a tormenting moment to breathe her in, Catra quickly brushed her lips over the sensitive skin, causing Adora to flinch in the best possible way before she pulled back. Even from the simple peck, Catra’s lips shone from the ample wetness applied to them and she licked them thoroughly. Adora watched as Catra’s eyes darkened for a moment, throat flexing from an unhidden gulp.

It was right then that a jolting bang snapped their focus away from each other. Just 5-6 feet away Huntara had been slammed against a wall by someone even taller than them with a pink bun. Roxy, the fire play top from before, was pressing her whole body against Huntara, their lips and limbs tangling, both of them messing up each other's formerly perfectly-hair-tie-secured hair. Between their kisses, Roxy and Huntara exchanged whispers, quickly followed by Roxy pulling off her own shorts and chinning towards the supply cart at Catra and Adora’s side.

Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Adora was aware of Catra shifting around and the sound of small snaps releasing, but absolutely nothing could pull her attention away from how captivated she was by the distraction…

“Fuck!” Adora yelped and then groaned, pleasure spiking, as one of Catra’s fingers took a sudden swipe down her slit and began circling her entrance.

Huntara shot over a hungry glance in response, right as Catra pushed the finger inside. Adora whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut before snapping them open towards a sadistically amused Catra and then back towards their audience.

Just as Adora looked again, Huntara gave Roxy another kiss, followed by a salacious and unbroken gaze towards the pink-haired goddess as they walked away, heading right towards Catra and Adora.

Catra’s finger didn’t relent as Huntara moved closer. In fact, with every step Huntara took closer, Catra sped up. Searing heat rose on Adora’s cheeks, so hot that it felt like it was rivaling the burning between her thighs, her heart speeding at a dizzying pace. Adora tried to swallow back her moans but it only made Catra pump faster, adding her thumb to Adora’s clit for increased torture. As good as it felt, this wasn’t a reward, she knew it was Catra showing her off, chipping away at any composure she had left. Yet, with all of that, she still couldn’t look away as Huntara swayed their way, grinning as cockily as ever.

Huntara stopped walking when they reached the cart and started acting upsettingly casual while perusing their options. Adora stole a glance towards Catra, discovering that she was watching Huntara as well, although seemingly with much more collectedness than herself. Finally, Huntara looked back over, giving a small start as if they’d just noticed them staring. They smiled in a soft, dreamy way, then simply uttered one word.

“Hey.”

To Adora’s utter mortification, rather than words, a loud, deep moan catapulted from her mouth in response, uninterrupted by the hasty press of her traitorous lips together or the furrowing of her brow. With a gulp, her hips still rocking into Catra’s hand, she tried to muster the cockiest confidence she could pull from her unfucked depths and cleared her throat, trying again. “Hey.”

Okay, so it probably wouldn’t pass as cocky or even the least bit put together, but her voice only shook slightly and she didn’t whimper or moan with the syllable, so she marked it as a success.

Huntara smirked, their expression still relaxed and inquisitive as they grabbed a pair of black nitrile gloves and a bottle of lube, looking back and forth between them again and slipping them on. What are they, uh…are they gonna ask to…

Holy fuck, her dreams were about to come true and...Adora moaned loudly again while still looking right at Huntata. Gods dammit.

Desperately trying to return to her casual-while-being-fucked words, Adora attempted, “Are you…” Yep, that was the totality of what she could get out before being cut off with another moan simply from Catra’s deft fingers and the power of her own brain filling in the rest of her question: ...gonna join us? Or…

“Gonna go play with Roxy over there?” Huntara asked with possibly the smuggest look yet. “Yep.”

Adora’s heart fell briefly along with her pride. Oh. Of course. Duh.

Huntara started to turn but then slowly pivoted back, a sparkle flashing in their eye. “Feel free to watch if you want.”

Adora strangled out a needy sound as she vigorously nodded, trying to swallow back her moans, desperate to respond. The resulting noises almost could be interpreted as English this time. Apparently they passed enough for something because Huntara’s eyebrow raised, arms crossed and head cocked with almost confrontational intrigue. “Say again?”

Adora’s lip trembled and she felt Catra’s fingers curl deeper and swore she heard a slight giggle as she attempted again, sputtering, “Y-ou can," gods fuck, "you…can…wa…” Adora looked pleadingly at Catra for help or at least to pause for a second and found her chucking wryly. There was no malice in it. She was warmly smiling ear to ear as she laughed, a small squeak setting free before she playfully smacked Adora’s tit.

Catra drew out a long “Good slut,” in tandem with another curl of her fingers, the motion just as slow; it made Adora grasp fistfuls of sheets, tightening her jaw so as to not throw back her head. “Got so close,” Catra said with a tone of sincere praise, emphasizing 'close' with firm circle of her thumb. Hands still persisting, she turned to Huntara who was still standing there patiently, and added. “She’s trying to say ‘same’—that you can watch, too. If you wanna.”

A satisfactory grin spread across Huntara's face as they looked between them and then they walked off without a single goddamn word. Was that a yes or no? Adora thought exasperatingly.

If the following exchange between Huntara and Roxy was any indication, Adora was thinking yes. The two whispered in a way that could only be interpreted as conspiratorial, with mischievous grins and nods.

“Mmm,” Catra broke through, fingers speeding, Adora’s thighs beginning to tighten. “Look at you thinking you’re getting everything that you want.” Her thrust became firmer. “Not really making up for before, are you?” And there it was, the inevitable fulfillment of Catra’s promise to have Adora make up for her bratty insolence earlier—her refusal to be loud, her greedy grabs, and talking back—yet she couldn’t stop rocking into Catra’s hand.

“Catra ple-ease,” she said in her best begging tone. Catra couldn’t stop, she wouldn’t. She couldn’t, right? She… Oh, you know better than that— she thought, right as—

With a swift pull, Catra’s fingers were gone. “Nooo, Whyyy??” Adora found herself complaining before she could shut herself up.

With that, Catra glowered. Shit. Well, there went her chance to get off any time soon.

Except suddenly Catra unceremoniously pushed her fingers back inside Adora’s sopping wet center, immediately pumping her fingers right back to the same rhythm. Adora begged herself not to question it; maybe she could just steal a quick orgasm, right? Maybe she could beat Catra to the punch, feeling it build yet again.

“Oh, is this what you wanted?” Catra taunted. “Wanted me to fill you up? Want to be rewarded with a good fucking after such misbehavior before?” She thrummed her fingers upward and Adora started crying out and tightening but…no. Of fucking course not.

Catra whipped her fingers out again, right as Adora gripped her hardest, and wetly slapped her clit.

Catra laughed victoriously. “Nice try,” she mocked, swiping the wetness on the inside of each of Adora’s thighs.

“You’re really sucking at your promises, ‘Dor. What’s it been? Five minutes since you said you were gonna be good? Might be a record even for you...”

Having lost all faith in ever being allowed to come, Adora closed her eyes. Focus. Adora told herself. You can earn it. You love this. You love being hers. Fuck, she is so hot. You promised. Let her take over.

Adora closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, pulling her concentration towards her intentions of letting herself completely go. As she looked back up, she slowly spread her legs further, subtly lifting her hips, presenting herself like an offering: all Catra’s to use. Tingles radiated down her spine as she swallowed down the delicious flavor of degradation—salt and leather gripped skin—feeling her expression melt into a willing, pliant, apology. “You’re so right, sir.”

“Mm, for fucks sake, Adora. There’s my good slut. Finally ready to listen and be the fucktoy you are?”

Adora practically choked on her own saliva. Oh god, oh god, oh god, yes. Oh fuck, speak. Adora coughed to clear her throat. “Yes, sir,” she sputtered.

“Mmm,” Catra hummed thoughtfully. “On your knees,” she commanded.

As Adora scrambled up, lace slapped across her face, momentarily blocking her vision that, once revived, held the breathtaking view of Catra’s bare tits. Surging forward, Catra pressed her chest to Adora’s, gifting her with the warmth of skin on skin. Even with the blissful test of her patience, Adora didn’t fail and staunchly held still, rigid and waiting for whatever was expected of her.

Catra made an approving noise, pulling her chest back, but not her leg, shoving it forward between Adora’s and rocking it side to side. And still, Adora willed herself to remain firmly in place.

“Mmm. There she is. Was that so hard?” Catra pressed firmer and grabbed Adora’s plump ass in both hands, locking their eyes. “Looks like you’re mine now, Adora.”

Adora’s nods were so fast and small they might as well have been vibrations and Catra pulled back her thigh, looking down.

“Tsk, tsk,” Catra chided. “What a mess you made of my tights. I guess…I have to get rid of them.” Adora did her best not to be so bold as to assume she could look, but saw a glistening flash of wetness against them.

Catra leaned back and Adora summoned everything in her power to control herself from offering to help, from begging her to come back. It wasn’t even that hard as she melted further down. Hers. I’m hers, she thought, the words transforming into a sonnet.

The lyrics soon became Catra’s motions, her shorts and tights slipping away to who knows where. All that was left moments later was the naked love of her life positioned before her, just as full of authority whether adorned in leather or nothing.

Catra reached into the bag at their sides and pulled out a sparkly gold dildo, already settled in a white leather harness, and shoved it into Adora’s hands. “Put this on,” she instructed sternly, leaning back to watch Adora with crossed arms. Gods fucking dammit did she love it when Catra stared her down like that. It intimidated the fuck out of her, only making her wetter.

While this was Adora’s strap and might as well be her own cock with the way it felt each time she wore it. Yet, in this moment, nothing was truly her own; right now, every bit of her was Catra’s. This cock, her cock, was Catra’s to use and Adora was forever her toy. She was completely unsure of how she ever could have forgotten or resisted that undeniable truth or the depths of trust and protection she felt when she settled into this role.

If someone had told past Adora that submitting could feel like this—nurturing, empowering, freeing—she probably would’ve laughed—or, well, sputtered awkwardly— in their face while then spending the rest of the night obsessing over whether they were right and how they possibly could’ve known her secret fantasies. It had previously mostly gone against her every instinct to believe that the lower she got to the floor at someone’s feet, the higher she’d be lifted up in her soul. However, there was something categorically safe about giving herself over like this, specifically to Catra. Catra, who knew her limits inside and out, sometimes even before Adora did. Catra who she knew cared for her in such a deep and loving way that it dropped away each and every one of her fears. Even when there was purposeful fear—or rather extreme anticipation or teasing of what consensual pain might come next—in every moment she felt protected. To be Catra’s, all fucking Catra’s, was the most liberating thing in the world.

As Adora skimmed the harness upwards, the leather straps gripped and brushed against her thighs. She trembled with anticipation as she tightly fastened them to her hips and adjusted the base of the toy.

Besides the strap, it turned out that there were other things Catra had yet to lay out beside them, one of which was Adora’s favorite golden silk ropes. Gracefully, Catra removed them from the bag and, with painstaking slowness, began untucking the end piece from the beautifully wrapped way she always stored them. She slowly pulled and pulled, letting the slippery, twisted lengths run through her fingers methodically. When she reached the middle, she pinched it in place.

Adora knew better than to call Catra cute in this particular moment, but watching her play with rope was always just so damn beautiful, and yes, cute. She knew rope play was one of Catra’s favorite things, particularly when it came to her nerdiness about the craft. For one thing, it tickled her to no end that Catra could never resist sinking her teeth into the ‘bite’—aka the term for the exact spot where she’d pinched in the middle—with a barely concealed, innocent sparkle in her eyes before she continued.

The moment passed quickly though, Catra’s expression turning commanding once again, and she twirled her fingers, wordlessly indicating for Adora to turn around and expose her wrists.

Rope handcuffs weren’t something particularly intricate to make, but the process was always almost hypnotic. Adora could never get over the way the rope felt each time Catra grazed it across her skin, looping over and over her wrists until securing them in place with more twisting loops down the center and a simple knot. Catra quickly checked the free space for tightness and placed some safety scissors by their side. The cuffs would be easy enough to remove in an emergency, but precaution was never unwarranted.

“Turn again and back up almost to the wall,” she instructed when she finished. Once Adora was in place, Catra reached behind her, grabbing the two free ends coming from between her wrists and pulling one on each side towards the front, setting them down outside Adora’s hips.

Breaking her hardened demeanor for a moment, she leaned forward, cupping Adora’s face and pressing their foreheads together. She gave Adora a long, drawn-out kiss. When Adora went to start kissing her more vigorously, though, she pulled back, looking at her wickedly. “So greedy.” She took her basically-clawed hand and raked diagonal lines across Adora’s chest, drawing out a whimpering sigh. “Ready, slut?”

Eagerly, Adora nodded, pressing her lips in a line and gulping. She had been ready for some time now.

“C’mon Adora, you know better than that.” Catra tightly grabbed Adora’s tit, digging in her sharp nails and Adora jutted her chest into the grip, sending her neck arching backward. “Say it. Say my name.”

“Ye-ss, Catra,” she sputtered. “I’m ready.”

Settling across Adora’s legs, Catra bracketed Adora’s thighs in place between her own, retrieving a bottle of lube, and squeezing a dollop into her palm. After tossing it aside, she wrapped her fingers around the cock, sliding up and down slickly. With each stroke, she firmly pressed the base against Adora with small, circular turns. Then, swaying her hips forward, she straddled Adora, cunt hovering just above the tip.

Locking her eyes on Adora’s, Catra grabbed the shaft tighter and pressed it to her own entrance, teasing it around the head, pushing it in ever so slightly as she pulled away her hand. Adora could feel the tension of Catra’s tight opening and how her horse-powered hips begged to thrust upwards, her tingling thighs screaming for the warmth of Catra’s ass pressed flush against them, rocking and rocking…

Right as Catra slid down without a hint of resistance.

The rope at Adora’s wrists tightened, her fists pressing into her own lower back and she glanced down. Catra had wrapped the lengths around her hands, holding them like reins, her head thrown back. Adora let Catra take control, riding her with perfect rhythm. Somehow, regardless of the sweat pouring down her temples and the dryness of her throat, Adora remained still, waiting for any permission or none. Everything they’d do from here out was Catra’s to name. Hopefully she was showing her that dedication. Use me, Catra. Use me, she thought, not daring to speak the words and risk sounding ungrateful. I’m yours. She hoped her eyes said it plenty. Take what you want and more.

“Mm,” Catra grunted satisfactorily, hips still in motion, looking back at her with a wicked grin. She flicked the ropes, practically a giddyup. “Such a good fucktoy. So useful when you actually fucking listen.”

Adora couldn’t help but let out a small moan at the words, constellations of pleasurable pinpricks flashing across her chest, cunt throbbing as the base rocked against her.

Catra dropped one rope and grasped Adora’s chin, glancing firstly to the side, then bringing Adora’s gaze in suit. Oh fucking hell, holy shit, Oh my fucking gods. Roxy and Huntara were still at the wall, Huntara on their knees, one of Roxy’s legs on their shoulder, one of their hands grasping Roxy's waist…and the other driving upwards inside her.

Right as Catra and Adora started watching, the pair looked, too. Roxy winked before returning to rutting against Huntara’s hand. However, Huntara didn’t waver, locking their eyes with Adora’s and still pumping their fingers.

Unable to control herself, Adora started frantically moaning, her cunt clenching, the room practically spinning. Catra's moans blended with laughs, still holding Adora’s chin and whipping her face back to meet a suddenly hardened glare. “Don’t even think about cumming, Adora.”

Right, right, fuck, right. Adora took in a deep breath all the way down to her soaked center as she squeezed shut her eyes, nodding in compliance. Anything. Anything for Catra.

“Good slut,” Catra purred. “Now thrust.”

Chapter Text

When Adora’s unshakably strong legs began to pump upwards, Catra did her best to remain unflustered. It was almost impossible as the cock filled her deeper and deeper, wet noises amplifying with each thrust. As much as she loved using Adora as her fucktoy, it was always a risky bet to allow herself to be brought into such a state of euphoria while working to maintain her authoritative mindset. She had to remember that regardless of the way she was quaking with desire to just be taken, that right now, her focus needed to stay on being in control of Adora, not getting lost in her own pleasure.

“Mm, such a good fucktoy,” she cooed, secretly more as a reminder for herself rather than Adora. “You love being all mine, don’t you?”

Adora strangled out confirming noises as she persisted. “Ye-s, sir.”

“Watch them,” Catra directed, pulling Adora’s view away from her face to distract from any clues it might expose about the intoxicating effect Adora was having on her. If anyone was going to indulge in savoring the blossoms of lust spreading across someone's face, it would be Catra witnessing Adora’s trembling jaw as she enviously stared at Roxy being filled with Huntara’s fingers and not the other way around.

“Aw,” Catra taunted, clucking her tongue and making no attempt to control her volume while taking on a jovial, pitying tone. “You want them so bad. Wish that was you? Want to get used and serviced when it’s your job to serve me?”

“I-I, no,” Adora stuttered, snapping her attention back, face frantic and dutiful. The picture-perfect example of a tremendously willing and wanton tool to devour and use.“I-I’m…yours, sir.”

Catra swallowed back the spontaneous moan that attempted to reply to Adora’s cunt-clenching obedience. Fuck. This composure was going to be difficult to maintain. Use her. Be a good top, Catra.

“Harder, fucktoy,” Catra commanded, against her better judgment, followed by a quick gulp. On one hand, she knew the statement would affirm her position of authority; on the other hand, it was a serious threat to her attempt to remain unflappable.

Ignoring her predicament, Catra gripped the ropes tighter and thrust downward, pinning her thighs around Adora’s hips and forcing the toy inside her as deep as it would go. “Good—Fucktoy!” She growled out loudly as she gave in to the pummeling, moans uncoiling from her lips.

As she began to vocalize her gratification, high-pitched whimpers and wails filled her ears, snapping her attention away from her own building pleasure just enough to merit curiosity. Cranking her neck, she found Roxy shaking against the wall, Huntara’s palm grinding against her, fingers still inside, arm flexing speedily as it tirelessly worked. Huntara was looking up with lascivious intensity at Roxy, still grasping her hip, with both her knees now hooked around their broad shoulders, gripping tightly as she thrashed.

Catra fell slightly forward from the titillating sight, grabbing Adora’s neck and swiftly pulling Adora’s cheek between her breasts as if to steady her own pounding heart—or maybe even expose it. Squeezing her eyes shut, she dug in her nails and felt her bobbing breasts glide up and down against Adora’s soft, parted lips.

The moans to their side began to transform into breathtakingly sexy screams that jarred away Catra’s attention yet again. It was probably the loudest Catra had ever heard anyone in the throes of passion. Damn, Roxy seriously had no qualms about letting herself be seen. She and Huntara were now on the floor, Roxy slamming her hands on the hardwood, letting out her final erratic cries. Catra sharply whimpered out her own reaction along with, her volume increasing.

After a flurry of pronounced sighs from the pair and some vigorous making out, Huntara and Roxy became an enthralling cacophony of laughter and overjoyed swearing. Huntara yelled out for someone to fetch some water and almost shockingly, a responsive queer, clearly born for service, was there with a glass in moments. Every move Huntara made towards Roxy was infused with tenderness: handing her the water, pulling her in close, pressing a long-held kiss to the top of her head. However the moment quickly swung a new direction when they burst out in laughter, yet again, as Roxy accidentally poured some of the water all over them both in her attempt to drink it.

Stars flashed across Catra’s vision as a particularly vigorous thrust jolted her system, bringing her divided focus back to one singular point of view—Adora. Below her, Catra found the most amazing sight—her beautiful slut was panting against her, still motoring away with obedient perfection. Gods, the way Adora had the most perfect thrusts… The way Adora could just strip everything else away to tend to Catra’s needs…it was utterly overwhelming and suddenly Catra's legs were transforming to putty, her voice hitting previously uncharted heights…

“Oh, fuck, Adora,” she stuttered out between wails. She almost expected a quip of smug success in response, but rather felt a tender nuzzle of Adora’s cheek against her. Aww Catra loved it when she was like this: the gentlest fucktoy in the world. The intimacy was just…“Oh, ahhh! Ooohhh. Good slut; there’s my good slut, so good!” Catra gasped out.

Looking down at her sweet submissive with determination, Catra gathered up renewed strength in her thighs and started to churn her hips at an increasing pace. Hands scrabbling, she recaptured the ropes she’d been using as reins so she could arch herself backward, gaining more leverage to meet the thrusts from another angle. Catra began to feel tingles radiating on her inner thighs, her strong walls tightening, and she locked her eyes on Adora intently. With each thrust, Adora slowly chipped away at the remaining barrier between Catra and release.

Often, those steely gray eyes matched with Adora’s dedicated service were all it took for Catra to find orgasmic devastation; however, today clearly was trying to up the stakes in what was considered pure decimation; there was no way this was going to be some quick, one-and-done sort of event.

Catra felt like she was transforming into reinforced glass every time she met the hammer of Adora’s thighs, each determined plunge producing the smallest cracks in her construction, waiting for just the right slam. Each one after another was leading to further and further fractures, expanding, and expanding…

Until that just right hit sent each crack surging to the edge of the frame.

Catra gave Adora a well-established look as she came down from the rush of release—one that said, slow but don’t stop. She wasn’t ready for the glass to collapse; she wasn’t ready to shatter, just yet.

Dropping the ropes and slowly undulating her hips, Catra casually brought her fingers to her clit, introducing featherlight strokes. The intensity at her core was both heightened and dampened at once. She knew she had the ability to build all over again if she was delicate in her approach.

Out of the corner of her eye, a broad figure neared, heading towards the supply cart next to them, and while Adora didn’t waver her eyes, they widened.

“Oh look, slut, they’re coming back,” Catra cooed audibly as she realized the implication, moderately holding back her breathy gasps. “I bet they’re watching you.” Catra looked towards Huntara with coquettish eyes for confirmation and was met with a subtle grin.

Huntara went about their clean up in a leisurely manner, looking back and forth between the two as they tossed their gloves in a small trash bin. “Oh yeah. They can see how much you want them,” Catra continued, cupping Adora’s cheek with her free hand, then flicking a finger across Adora’s jawline as permission—no, direction—to turn, forcing Huntara into Adora’s view.

Perfectly posed as ever with their arms crossed, Huntara just stood there, brow quirked, wearing that strikingly hot smirk that even Catra couldn’t deny was ineffably show-stopping. It was so show-stopping, in fact, that she stilled her hips in favor of shifting goals.

Catra leaned close to Adora’s ear, speaking in an enunciated stage whisper with her eye locked on Huntara’s. “You’re not even trying to hide it. You gonna tell them, Adora? You gonna tell them how much you want them to use you?”

Adora gulped as the two excruciatingly hot tops stared her down. She was supposed to speak. She was definitely supposed to speak, but how could she do such things when all she wanted was to be melted down into solder? My cunt is yours. I am nothing. Fill me, take me, use me. Both of you.

She hoped that maybe it would be enough to just show the words through her shaking lips and shallow breaths, her forehead scrunching as her eyes grew desperately wide.

A wry “hmm” resonated from Huntara’s chest. “Kinda sounds like maybe you needed me for something, blondie?” they asked casually, as if that hadn’t been absolutely apparent.

Adora tried with valiant dedication to respond but all that came out were weird grunts that left her scrunching up her face more as heat washed across her cheeks.

To her relief, Catra stroked Adora’s face gently, mercy fluttering through her fingertips. “Hmm. Think someone’s dropped pretty hard, but when she still had use of that filthy mouth”—Catra pinched Adora’s lower lip, wiggling it back and forth, making Adora moan softly—“she made it damn clear what she wanted to use it for…among other things…”

There was a contemplative stare exchanged between Catra and Huntara for a moment that sent Adora’s shoulder blades suspensefully gripping together. “Well…care to share?” Huntara asked.

“Heh. Yep,” Catra replied instantaneously and pointed towards Adora with almost casual indifference. “Wanna use this handsome thing? You know, unless you’re still busy,” she tacked on in a tone that weaved both playful challenge and genuine interest.

“Naw,” Huntara responded nonchalantly, “Roxy went off to find her wife for more cuddles. She thought I might be needed elsewhere…Seems like she was right and that wasn’t just all talk and eye fucking. I’m impressed.”

Honey dripped down Adora’s limbs. They were impressed. They were here. They weren't walking away. They were maybe even down to…

“Oh, and absolutely.”

Holy FUCK. Sirens were blaring in Adora’s mind, flashing red lights like a fire truck that she might actually require because she was about to spontaneously combust. They said YES.

While a full bucket of water over her head might have been in order, instead she felt the subtlest flick reverberate through the ropes, and a wave of peaceful warmth washed over her instead. There was an acknowledgement in the gesture that told Adora that Catra could feel her roaring thoughts, even without words. That simple action was enough for her to solidify that she was so, so ready for whatever was next. As was always true, with Catra she was in the safest of hands, and fuck did she want to be used.

“Grab a cock? She’s desperate to suck you off,” Catra said without any further signs of noticing Adora’s reactor core meltdown.

“Mm. Gladly.”

Huntara disappeared for a moment and Catra reached behind Adora’s back, finding her wrists and offering a breathy ghost of a kiss to her ear. Soon, the silken ropes slipped off of her and she rolled her shoulders and wrists into their newfound freedom. “You’re gonna need those hands again soon, slut,” Catra said, eyes twinkling with a mischievous intent that Adora was all too ready to have shared with her. Catra bent further forward as she began casually rocking her hips again, and grabbed some pillows that she shoved behind Adora. “Lean back.”

When Huntara returned, they plopped down a heavy bag and had two silicone cocks in one hand. They’d even found time to strip away more clothes and were now in just a tight sports bra and a leather strap-on harness, exposing a mouth-watering display of even more muscles than before.

Damn. Yes, Adora wanted to get fucked by this Adonis, but also low-key wanted to brawl? Trade workout routines? Have their hand around her neck while watching their muscles ripple as they filled her…

Dropping down next to them, Huntara presented the array of beautifully colored toys, gripped in their—ahem—very large hands. “Pick,” they said with an instructing tone.

Adora glanced up at Catra for permission to make the choice and received a curt shake of the head. “That one,” Catra said, choosing the slightly smaller of the two. Adora swooned at the choice. It was slightly smaller than the one she was currently wearing—her penultimate to both wear and be filled with—but it still looked like it could take her majestically, should she be so lucky.

Huntara looked at Catra while they situated the cock in the o-ring. “Seems like you’re in charge here. What’s there to know?”

Still on top of Adora and having never stopped softly rocking her hips through the interaction, Catra leaned forward to grip Adora’s thighs more with her own. Adora knew she wasn’t allowed to ogle Catra without explicit permission to do so, but it was taking everything she had to not drag her eyes over every beautiful inch. The way the cock was still pressed so firmly against her clit as Catra swayed was only making matters worse, wearing Adora’s inhibitions down to dangerous low levels. So, instead she chose to focus on Catra’s face, even if she still fixated on how her lips were one of the sexiest things that existed in this world. Then they became even more tantalizing when they began to form filthy words about the treatment she had coming.

“Degrading tone is cool, but follow my lead, unless I say otherwise. Taunting, mocking, and challenges make her extra pathetically hot.” Catra blew Adora a sassy kiss, but raised a brow, checking her face and Adora nodded shyly. “Good slut,” she praised before continuing. “Parts are cunt, sweet pussy, hole, clit, and cock. You can say handsome and boi but only I can say pretty or princess. Oh, and good slut and fuck toy are free game.”

“Got it. Safewords? Touch?”

“Stoplight and triple taps or squeezes and touching, kissing, biting, sucking, scratching are all good, but check-ins before anything more than that”

“Great,” they agreed with an understanding nod. “Oh,” they added, pausing with a cheeky look. “How bout blondie?”

Adora barely contained her scowl but Catra caught it and laughed. “Oh yeah, that one's been making her real annoyed. That’s just fine,” she said with a wink at Adora.

Huntara turned toward Adora with an emboldened look, cock in hand, and ran their fingers across the side of her head before softly placing a hand on the back of it. Looking over their shoulder at Catra, they quirked their head to the side slightly. “Ready?”

Catra resumed grinding her hips, hand returning to her clit. “Fuck yes.”

Tapping the back of Adora’s head but not pulling, Huntara looked down at Adora and nodded intently towards the cock.

Adora’s cunt throbbed and she snatched her hand around it, lurching her lips forward, surrounding the head with her mouth. She sucked hungrily, her hand gripping while intentionally shaking to create more sensations as she bobbed her head forward and back.

“Don’t stop thrusting, Adora,” Catra commanded with a cautioning tone, and Adora quickly synced up her motions. The force of her hips thrusting up and down caused her whole body to follow the same rhythm, making her mouth slide back and forth without even trying. However, for a moment she paused again, hips lifted in place as the cocks pressed against her cunt and in her mouth overtook her, the power of being used making her feel as if she were floating. “Adora!” Catra broke through. “You. Cannot. Cum.”

Adora’s jaw trembled around the cock, smothering her whimper and she hoped it added to the sensations, but her hips staunchly refused to buck. She breathed in deeply, knowing if she concentrated that she could control it. She had enough practice to slow the stormy waves crashing around inside her.

“Adora!” Catra barked as a loud, mouthwatering slap seared across her tit. The sensation alone shocked her hips further upward and, to her relief, she found herself able to resume her thrusts.

“Fucking hell, there it is, brat”—Catra moaned—“Motivation it is.”

*Smack, smack, smack*

Adora rode the endorphins of the hits like energizing jolts, Catra’s nails gripping her tender skin as her thighs shuddered around Adora’s. A tear fell from the corner of Adora’s eye from the intensity of it all, rainfall like the sweat trickling down her brow and chest, and she focused all her energy on her hips, mouth, and hand.

Huntara groaned above Adora in a way so hot that she rushed with chills; but she refused to let it switch her priorities—them. Catra and Huntara’s pleasure. Not her own. That was her focus. She wouldn’t let herself fail. Even as wet heat pooled at her thighs, a mix surely of both her and Catra’s wetness, she refused. She had to do this. She had to be good. But oh gods, the idea of Catra’s cum swimming with hers…DON’T ADORA, DON’T. And then Catra was making that face—the one that always meant she was close—scrunched up into this determined state of frenzy while her thighs closed in like a vice around Adora’s hips.

“Fuck, Adora, Fuck. Mmm, watching your fucking slutty mouth, you…oh fuck!” Catra cried out, falling forward with a final, shaky wail, their sweaty skin colliding. Adora continued sucking away as Huntara let out a long growly moan in response to the sight.

Adora could feel Catra's heart pounding against her, her mouth forming a sloppy, loose-lipped kiss where it had landed in the crook of her neck, before pressing the kiss firmly in place.

Using her unoccupied hand, Adora wrapped a trepidatious arm around Catra’s back and pressed her close. She refused to cease the vigorous work of sucking and squeezing Huntara, but hoped there’d be exceptions for her to offer services of all forms, including the soothing kind.

Thankfully, for a moment, Catra sighed into the affection, pressing the kiss deeper before sucking in a resolute breath. After two quickly peppered kisses on the same spot, she pulled back, gulped, and fixed her face into a sultry stare, biting her lip.

Hand dipping downwards, Catra grasped the cock as she slipped off of it, stroking it up and down once she got to Adora’s side. Was it December? Because how Adora was continuing to keeping herself from cumming was bordering on a fucking Christmas miracle.

Adora watched Catra as best she could while sucking, the cock hitting her cheek with how much she tried to turn her neck to the side. In her glimpses, she saw Catra looking her up and down while squinting and chewing on her lip thoughtfully.

Suddenly, a clasp at her side was released and Catra was whipping away the harness, leaving Adora’s soaked cunt on full display, and a palm suddenly pressed against her, making her moan around Huntara.

Moments later she felt the pressure of her labia swiftly spread and a welcome thickness of Catra’s fingers pressed inside. Her resounding moan was barely muffled by the cock and she pulled away gasping “Catra!” as a plea for mercy. How was the fuck was she supposed to control herself like this? Her mouth hung open as new tears formed, Catra’s hand unstopping.

“Don’t you dare stop, handsome,” Catra commanded as she pummeled her fingers in and out. “We need to use both these pretty holes, fucktoy. Isn’t that right, Huntara?”

“That’s right, blondie,” they confirmed, looking down at Adora and pressing their hips forward. “I love watching my cock slide in and out of those slutty lips.”

“Mm, I like this one,” Catra said with a small chuckle, chinning towards Huntara as her fingers upped their tempo.

Adora felt herself opening even more to the thrusts inside her and, as if on cue, Catra added another digit, sending yet another loud, cock-muffled moan bursting out of her.

“There you go, slut. Take it all. Get that hole nice and warmed up so we can do whatever the fuck we want with it.”

What now? Oh, please, please fucking do, Adora thought, not daring to make verbalized demands.

*Smack, smack, smack*

Fuuucckkk, Catra was hitting her clit again. How was she possibly supposed to not…

Catra’s fingers curled up over and over.

Are you fucking—

Adora’s eyes were rolling into the back of her head.

“Such a sexy fucking mouth. Someone’s clearly had a lot of practice with it,” Huntara said, making Adora moan even louder.

“Hey, Adora,” Catra said low and sultry, pulling her attention away from Huntara. “Look at me.”

Adora bracingly tightened her shoulders and looked down, finding Catra with pursed lips, hovering near her cunt, staring at her fiercely as she flexed her jaw, seemingly sucking on the inside of her mouth.

With a sinister brow cocked, Catra jerked her head back slightly and then forward as spit shot from between her puckered lips right onto Adora’s soaked cunt. Just after it landed, she pulled out her fingers, flattening her hand against Adora and swiping it all around.

“Mmm, look at that pretty pussy,” Catra said as her fingers glided around the slick mess haphazardly.

“Be a shame if someone didn’t take it for all its worth,” Catra said with a theatrical pout. “Oh…wait, Huntara?”

Huntara held up a finger in her face to pause her, turning to Catra as they pulled their hips back, releasing the cock from Adora’s mouth with a pop.

“Yeah?”

There were those fucking grins, but now they were both exchanging them and wow, Adora was absolutely and completely screwed. Which well…under the circumstances might be literal. Hopefully? If she could even hold out? How the fuck was she still holding out and not just orgasming at the sight of these two just looking at each other, in combination with everything that had already happened?

“Would you like a turn with this good slut? How do you feel about fucking her until she thinks she can’t take anymore and then fucking her even longer?” Catra turned to Adora. “That still sound good to you, babe?” Catra asked, her provocative voice dripping with a warm cocktail of intimidation, innocence, and honey. “Are you gonna be polite and offer to get fucked by our new friend?”

Adora looked down bashfully, face stinging with heat, nodding quietly to the side. Of course she wanted that. Like her life fucking depended on it. But they were gonna make her admit it?

“Words this time, babe.”

Dammit.

“Pp—” she started, “pplee—” She cleared her throat and startled as Huntara’s slightly rough fingers met her chin, lifting and turning it so she faced them. “Plleease—use…” She cleared her throat. Something about Huntara’s cocky stare stirred the smallest dash of competitive confidence. Not like it was gonna last, but she’d take it where she could get it. However, her confrontational urge quickly passed, because nothing could stop this infuriating urge to surrender herself to them completely. “Please use my hole. Please fuck me,” she spilled out.

“Fuck, blondie,” Huntara said hungrily. “Gladly.”

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“Mmm,” Catra hummed, looking back and forth between them, ever-pleased with the exchange. She lifted her wet hand and sloppily rubbed it all over the lips of Adora’s cunt after shifting up from between her legs. “There’s my polite, greedy girl,” she added approvingly with an almost inaudible growl tacked on at the end along with a swift slap of Adora’s cunt that elicited a yelp. “So good, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” Huntara said simply, their rough facade broken only by a visibly deep gulp.

Catra pulled away her hand, locking eyes with Adora and darting out her tongue to lick the pad of her index finger, then swallowing with dramatic satisfaction.

Sliding the wet hand up Adora’s body as though she were only a rag made for her own slick, Catra jerked her head at Huntara to indicate her readiness for them to trade places. Catra was happy to have her turn with Adora’s mouth and quickly took advantage, unceremoniously breaching Adora’s lips with two of her fingers to make her suck them off. With her free arm, she scooped under Adora’s back, slipping behind her so that her muscular slut could lay against her bare chest—hot, damp skin against skin—her fingers never leaving Adora’s mouth as she positioned herself. Catra took in the perfect view of Adora’s tits splayed to the side, a droplet of sweat careening down the center of her abs from between them, her wide-spread legs facing Huntara.

Huntara was looking down and licking their lips at the sight while stroking their cock with lube. Then with one burly arm, they scooped up Adora’s legs from under her knees, grabbing a couple of pillows and shoving them under her ass.

Catra felt Adora’s body stiffen with nerves and slid the spit-covered fingers out from Adora’s mouth—the rest of her hand still covered in slick—and dragged a wet trail down Adora’s chin, then jaw, then neck, covering it with her palm. A hand on Adora’s neck was a mechanism that could drop Adora in almost all moments, and she slackened as Catra’s fingers settled on the sides of her throat. At the same time, she lifted up her hips in readiness.

While Huntara and Catra exchanged a confirming look, Catra made sure to make it extra clear that Adora was good to go. “Take her for all she’s worth.”

A whimpered moan rumbled against Catra’s palm, and Adora’s head pressed back into Catra, resting over her shoulder, jaw agape. Catra watched closely while Huntara roughly used one hand to spread Adora’s lips apart and circle her hole with their thumb, before lifting it to her clit to do the same. Then they slowly pressed the girthy cock inside her.

As Adora burst out a shaky moan, Catra used her free hand to lace her fingers through her long blond hair, the elastic long lost somewhere in the bedding, along her scalp and offered a steadying grip. She loved the way the firm holds always made Adora melt in her arms, offering, trusting, slipping into pure submission.

Adora had told Catra time and time again that it was her favorite state of mind: being nothing but a vessel to be used—unlike in the rest of her life, where she constantly needed to be alert, answering questions, solving problems, and taking so much on. She’d explained that, in this state, it was a relief that she didn’t have to make any choices and could just slip into floaty freedom. She had also made it clear that grounding points helped. She’d told Catra she still wanted to still be in touch with her awareness and that gripping holds and deep breaths against her made her able to appreciate and be present with each and every moment. Then, afterwards, she could ride the waves of the memories for days on end.

The thrusts started small, Adora rocking up and down against Catra’s chest. Catra noticed her breaths becoming shallow and she chose an encouraging route. “Inhale, babe, you’re doing great, you can take it, take it all.” Adora moaned louder and thrust her hips quickly into Huntara’s as her chest expanded. “Good job. You’re making that hole so nice and open. So wide and ready for Huntara to use, you fucking toy,” Catra said as Adora cried out. “Tell us how much you want it.”

To Catra’s surprise, Adora didn’t hold back, yelling, “Yes! Yes, fuck! So much!! Take me, take all you want!”

Catra’s clit thrummed and she felt her own slick heat pool again at the way Adora offered herself up so forcefully to Huntara. It was incredible to watch Adora not only get this fantasy met, but beg for it, all while Catra could feel it, pounded against her. Fuck, she might cum all over again, long before she let Adora, just from how hot it was.

“Grip my knees if you need to,” Catra instructed, bending them high. “But,” she added, her tone morphing back to sinister to drive home her point, “don’t you dare forget you can’t cum without permission.”

Right as she said the words, Catra plunged her hand down from Adora’s throat to grip her tits and claw at her chest. “Keep fucking breathing, slut.”

That’s when Adora started making noises that Catra had never heard. She practically sounded like their cat when they’d see a bird by their window—a frantic noise followed by an even more erratic, “Please! Please can I cum? Pleaaassse?”

Huntara looked to Catra skeptically and then back at Adora as they pumped harder. “Wow, already, blondie? Catra?” They asked, looking back up. “I dunno, what do you think?”

“Hmmm,” Catra hummed, amping up her evil nonchalance. “It really is quite soon…”

“Please!!!” Adora begged again.

Catra leaned down, watching Huntara with a small chuckle, then biting Adora’s neck. “Yeah? Maybe. Huntara?”

“Please, sirs, please!!!”

“Awww, that was quite polite,” Catra cooed. “But you’re gonna be good and wait. That’s really the polite thing to do. Right, Huntara?” Catra said teasingly.

“Totally agree,” they said, pulling Adora’s legs up high around their waist so she slid down Catra chest and belly, pulled back and forth like she was practically a rag doll in their muscular arms and thick, big hands. “We’re gonna build this way more if you’re the good fucktoy Catra says you are,” Huntara panted out gravely through their aerobic efforts. Even though their voice indicated that fucking her was clearly turning them on greatly, the way they moved was still full of ease like they could go forever without even breaking a sweat.

“That’s right, princess,” Catra said, gripping the back of Adora’s head as she shifted out from under her, replacing herself with a pillow as a new idea occurred.

Adora’s eyes went so wide that the whites of them practically glowed as Catra moved her hips forward, knees placed at the side of Adora’s head so all she could look up and see was the slickness of her cunt. The moan that came out of her was so loud that Catra could feel the vibrations, even being at least a full six inches above her.

“Fuuuuuuuccckkkkkkkk!!!’’ Adora wailed, the final note held so long that Catra was unsure where Adora was even finding the air for it. Catra looked up as she felt eyes on them and noticed people from around the room had turned in response to Adora's loudness and were huddled around the small space, watching with expressions full of awe.

“But, but sirs, please!! I’m so close, please, please can I cum, please sirs!?”

“Adora!” Catra admonished, leaning forward and firmly disciplining the outside of her thigh for the disobedience with a slap so hard that it left a white mark, which then quickly turned a soft shade of pink. “You’re gonna be good, you have to wait, or we will fucking stop, right now!” But Catra had no interest in that, at all. “You can do this,” she added as a dash of encouragement.

“I don’t—what if—sir, I—mean—sirs—I don’t know if I—ahhh—fuck—can!!”

Catra’s heart swelled momentarily. She knew she was asking a fucking lot. “Oh, my big, strong, handsome boi,” she said, still taunting but with a touch of soothing, pulling back slightly so she could meet Adora’s eyes from above. “You can. Breathe, breathe, slow it down, we’re gonna build this. Show Huntara how good you are,” she instructed, moving her cunt right back and beginning to softly stroke her clit above Adora’s face. She pursed her lips to keep from laughing as Adora cried out more. The sounds rang with the tone of what seemed to be another complaint, but Huntara butted in.

“You don’t want all these people watching to think you’re a wimp, do ya, blondie?”

What? Oh shit. Adora had completely lost track of where they were, especially in this amazing cunt-shadowed paradise she’d just found herself in. But apparently people were watching, and damn was that motivation enough. However, her wails weren’t stopping, along with the demanding walls of her cunt, crying and crying to be given their freedom to bear down and release. If that even could begin to come close to describing what was coming…and coming…and fuck, she had to hold on…

She was still wailing, right? Yes, she absolutely was, although the sounds were all around her and everywhere, wetness at the corners of her eyes. Part of her wanted to squeeze them shut but then she kept looking up and inhaling because holy shit, Catra’s cunt was the most beautiful, delicious, shining thing in the whole world, and so fucking wet…

A drop of slick dripped down on her lips and Adora screamed. She actually screamed and groaned and sobbed and begged more to cum.

Then there was Huntara again, right as she thought she was going to raise a white flag, or just let herself cum and say screw it and accept the consequences…but they were slowing and definitely speaking and she did her best to hear the words…and they were fucking infuriating.

“Looks like someone can’t handle a challenge; I feel you tightening down around me.”

Adora hardened, brow furrowing because, fuck that. She could absolutely take a challenge. How dare they! So, regardless of the way her teeth were gritting from the endlessly building friction, or how Huntara began to speed again, or how they held her legs around their back while using their strength to pull her over and over on the length, she refused to back down. She would even refuse while Catra—

What!? Catra was leaning forward, her cunt even closer, and starting to rub Adora’s clit while more speedily rubbing her own…and moaning! Adora gulped, breathing in as deeply as she could and took a moment to beg the gods for help, and yelled out, “No! You’re Wrong! I can!”

Fuck.

Catra slapped Adora’s clit hard. “Rude!! Behave, slut!”

Well, she definitely deserved that.

“Okay!! Okay, I’m sorry sirs, you’re right!! I was—fuck—so”—Adora moaned loudly as Catra sped up the fingers on both of their clits, Huntara still pumping, making Adora unable to control the way she stuttered out her words—“rude! Whatever you want!! Take me!!”

“Like we needed your permission,” Huntara said with a gruff laugh, going even harder.

“But,” Catra said contemplatively, slowing the fingers she was using on herself to a halt, “that was alright apology…Think we let her?”

Catra took her time to pause as if to mull it over, leaving Adora in a state of desperate anticipation as her clit was rubbed harder. Then right as she tensed up, fighting every instinct, begging herself not to give in, Catra abruptly halted, clearly sensing her imminent failure. “Mmm. Okay,” Catra said in a slow, meandering way before steeling her voice. “When we say so. But only if you give us more after this.”

Thank gods!

“I will!! I will!! Please!!”

Finally. Finally? Permission? Please??

“But…”

No!! Adora internally screamed as Catra pulled her fingers away from Adora’s clit and returned to quickly rubbing her own.

Panting, voice high pitched, Catra added. “Me first.”

Adora whimpered out a pitiful, tortured moan and Catra let out a rumbling laugh, mixed with an even higher pitch than before. Catra thrust over Adora’s face, more cum landing on her lips, slick thighs sliding against her cheeks. Adora could feel them shaking and clenching around her, the surface below her shifting along with, all while Huntara continued to thrust. Then she could hear Huntara groaning, too, their tempo becoming more erratic. Both tops’ moans were bouncing back and forth until Huntara stilled with the cock pressed deeply inside Adora, holding in place as they let out choked-off noises of satisfaction before a whooshing exhale. Riding the tail end of Huntara’s release, Catra met her own crescendo, her cries tapering off before pulling back from above Adora’s face, chest heaving.

Adora looked up and Huntara was almost glaring at her, jaw agape, eyes feral. Before Adora could even process the fact that they both just fucking came above her, one from simply using her hole alone, she saw them exchange more nods. Huntara took a sharp breath and then resumed their thrusts as Catra slipped back behind Adora, her breathing still racing from the comedown.

“Fucking hell!!” she found herself crying out as Catra resumed her precise strokes on Adora’s clit. “Can I? Can I please, sirs??” They said she could be next, right? They had to.

However, they both began laughing, and she almost lost hope…but then the most beautiful thing ever happened, a command in perfect unison…

“CUM!”

Adora cried out at the top of her lungs as her whole body stiffened and convulsed, “Yes!! Fuck!! Yess! Thank you, sirs!! Thank you!! Ahhh!” her entire body careening, her vision splotched with stars until white, her ears ringing.

She slammed a hand repeatedly on Catra’s leg after—a moment? Ten minutes? Five years?—sputtering “Slow, slow!!!” and they did, staying at a soft, gentle pace for about 30 seconds as Adora panted and yelped from the sensations and then started begging yet again. “Please, please!! Please can I cum again!!?”

Again, they let her, three more times, under the exact same terms—only if she kept giving them more—and again, after each one, she had them slow and then built all over.

Catra drove her teeth down into the crook of Adora’s neck during every release, bearing even harder into Adora’s skin, sucking up marks that firmed between her lips. Each spot began to swell from how hard she was sucking as she scratched away at Adora’s chest with still-wet, slightly sticky hands. She also used them to pinch at Adora’s nipples, occasionally joined with spit shot against her, all of it mixing with her sweat as Catra rubbed it around, dragging her skin.

Catra would repeat her instructions to breathe, telling Adora to stay in her fucking body, be a good slut, and listen, hurling her words with tight grips on Adora’s tits. Each time they let her cum again, they made her wait, nodding between each other, and laughing as Adora whimpered and pleaded. Even water was introduced at one point haphazardly by the same little queer water fairy from before, poured from bottles into each of their mouths, getting everywhere. The water flooded down Adora’s chest on her turn, arriving between her legs and splashing with the thrusts.

“Gods, you’re fucking hot, just taking my cock over and over, blondie, and giving me all your cum,” Huntara complimented as Adora sailed through orgasm number five, taking longer to recover from this one with sharp urgent breaths and a flailing hand before beginning to thrust yet again. “And such a greedy slut.”

“Right?” Catra laughed in agreement.

Adora was wondering if she’d met her limit. Had she given them enough? Maybe she could take more…? Could she? The ringing in her ears was so much louder.

A wet stripe flicked up the shell of her ear, followed by a resolute whisper. “You’re taking me again.”

Well…that answered that. She just would. She had to.

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Catra felt Adora slightly stiffen, but knew she just needed some encouragement. “You can do it, babe,” she said, sweet but stern, feeling Adora soften in her arms, deeply inhale, and then nod quickly. Adora had leaned her cheek into Catra’s and she felt a trusting sigh release.

Catra cradled Adora’s head as she pulled away, giving her what was meant to be a quick kiss before she dove deeper. That fucking mouth. Those lips. She could never resist them and found herself falling into sucking them and brushing their tongues, deepening and deepening as they both pulled pillows underneath her. However, then Catra pulled back, gasping for breath. That was coming-down kissing and there was no way she wasn’t going to get her turn at making Adora cum by her own measures.

While Huntara moved away, coming to Adora’s side, Catra settled between Adora’s legs, gulping at getting to witness the aroused swell of her cunt, crimson from being surged with so much heat. She wanted to fill her with all she had—she wanted to feel it. Lifting up her hand, Catra began rubbing her own clit. “Watch me, slut.”

Adora’s jaw was trembling as she did but she exhaled a loud, whimpering moan as Catra lowered her hand, cupping herself and then pulling her hand back up—filled with her wetness. Catra continued to stare at Adora as she turned her palm to face her, fingers shining, wetness dripping down the center of her palm. She spread her fingers apart and watched as not only Adora’s mouth hung open, but Huntara’s, too. Clear, shining strings spread between her fingers as she widened them apart. “You like that, slut?”

Adora’s head jerked to the side in a shaking movement of disbelief. She looked shocked by the thought that she could possibly have any other answer. But like a good, good boi, she panted out, “Yes, yes, sir.”

“Mmm, good. Because I’m gonna fill you up with every bit of it.”

Before Adora could reply, Catra wetly slapped her palm down on Adora’s cunt, her shining hand smoothly sliding around and flicking the swollen lips apart. “Mm, spread so nice and wide, but you can do better than that,” she chided, jerking an elbow into one of Adora’s inner thighs.

Adora strained her thighs further apart and Catra pressed two fingers inside her, feeling just enough room to add one more. Adora yelped once she did, but thrust upwards with the noise, her hips greedily bucking. “Oh, my spoiled little princess, slow down,” Catra said with a chuckle. “You’re gonna ruin the finale if you try to get there too fast.” Adora pouted and Catra curled her fingers up sharply, holding them in place, mockingly pouting back in response. For added amusement, she flicked her thumb over Adora’s clit and swirled around it with quickly increasing pressure, making her cry out louder.

Huntara had been making good use of their time since Catra started, gripping fistfuls of Adora’s hair at her scalp and roughly pinching her nipples. Then, gloriously, Adora offered inspiring motivation to inflict more pain. “Ow! Yes!” she shot out in succession.

The two tops laughed joyfully in unison at Adora’s blissed-out masochism.

“Hey, Catra,” Huntara started, speaking as if having a casual dinner conversation, while fiercely gripping Adora’s tit, making her squirm. “Seemed like she liked those clothespins before…what do you think?”

Adora yelped out another yes as Catra pumped in her, continuing the nonchalant conversational ruse. “Hmmm, I think that’s a great idea.”

Huntara grinned widely, snatching a bag from behind them and pulling out the pinchy devices, connecting together at their coils with a long ribbon, dangling like Christmas lights. Catra watched Adora’s face closely and while she looked low-key horrified, she squeezed her eyes shut and rapidly nodded in a small, almost imperceptible way.

With that, Huntara began to expertly pinch at Adora’s chest, making her grunt, cry out, and laugh. When she made some particularly ridiculous noises, Huntara laughed along with, Catra joining them in amusement at Adora’s silly, delirious state. She was so fucking subbed out that she’d become devoid of any inkling of the self-control she often displayed in every other aspect of her life. It was even more amplified as Huntara flicked away at the clothespins, Adora drowning in her own contagious giggles. The giggles were so contagious, in fact, that others in the room were joining in, looking over amidst their conversations and their own play. It joined the chorus of ongoing moans, squeals, and smacks from other attendees that continuously echoed off the walls. The room was vibrating with it all.

Catra picked up her speed and depth, four fingers inside Adora that beckoned towards her over and over while her thumb thrummed with precision against Adora’s hard clit. Adora’s thighs were twitching, and Catra could see and feel how much she was trying to behave. Her muscles kept clenching down, feet flexing, heels slamming on the bed, lips pursing between painfully pleasured cries.

Adora suddenly shot her head to the side frantically, looking at Huntara, then Catra, back and forth, brow furrowed. “Chh..chh..oke me?”

Huntara shot Catra a serious, questioning glance and for a moment Catra considered the trust it would take, but she also knew how much Adora loved to cum with a hand pulsing on her throat. “Gentle,” she confirmed with a curt nod, trusting that a skilled top like Huntara knew what they were doing. They’d proven as much already with their earlier display at the demo and the respect they’d shown for boundaries and consent since joining.

Huntara growled, bringing their mouth to Adora’s as if to swallow up her moans as their broad hand wrapped around her neck. Adora’s neck normally couldn’t be described as dainty, but under Huntara’s large-handed grasp, fingers wrapping so far around, it almost seemed that way. Huntara sucked on Adora’s lower lip, but still seemed attentive. Catra could tell that they were monitoring Adora’s breath as they went, and they soon pulled back a couple of inches to watch her face even closer, pausing their hand in between the light squeezes at the sides of her neck to instruct her to breathe. Their commands sometimes had to be insistent and repetitive before they’d resume, Adora occasionally neglecting to obey from having drifted so deeply into submissive bliss that she’d seem almost lost in a dream.

Adora couldn’t comprehend how she was still going. She was purely an object at this point, limp and unable to move, just able to take, yet the building orgasms continued to knock at the door. She’d thought it was hard to wait for permission to cum before, but now the challenge was to be able to continue. She’d promised, though, and the fact that she’d yet to offer her release at—with—Catra’s hand was unacceptable. She could do it, as much as she felt the redness of her face, the searing on her chest where each clothespin pinched, the slow, coming and going press at the sides of her neck, the overstimulation unending.

However, right when she thought she’d reached the peak of all the intensity in the world, a firm, familiar sensation enveloped her clit. It was absolutely, undeniably her favorite sucking vibe surrounding it and before she could process the new information any further, it was on, causing the air pulse to start sucking and rumbling. As the sensations rocketed through her, Adora felt her limp hand being lifted and wrapped around the handle.

“Okay, steer,” Catra said in a soft, gravelly tone, her fingers still curling upwards. “Oh—“ Adora hitched her breath as Catra raised a brow, smirking so wide that she could see her teeth as she ran the tip of her tongue back and forth under one of her sharp, fang-like canines. “You can cum as much as you want, babe," she added with a dash of sweetness.

Adora gasped at the unexpected permission and newfound precious control of the toy, suddenly finding a reserve of energy for more orgasms in the same way one finds room for dessert after an impossibly stuffing meal. As she scrambled to adjust the controls to a higher setting, finger clicking up the moment she found the button, Huntara slipped their hand away from her neck and moved it to grip one of her breasts. They threw their face downwards, their mouth immediately sucking hard at her nipple and that was all it took—Adora was transcending over the edge, jaw twitching as she yelped out piercing noises between none at all, wetness filling the corners of her eyes.

When the orgasm started crashing into another, a wet popping noise reverberated off her chest as Huntara’s mouth released from her tit, blowing chilling air over the wetness. She cried out even louder as Huntara ran a fast hand across all the clothespins in one swipe, like a flurrying swipe of piano keys at the most dramatic point in a song. “Watch them, blondie. Watch your audience,” they instructed.

Adora shot open her eyes, finding dropped jaws, every face locked on her, all whispering to each other, full of amazement. Even more people kept materializing from around the corner of the already crowded room, drawn in by her noises, and gathering to witness their display.

Adora’s hips bucked while she entered her next release and she looked downward at Huntara and Catra. Catra was rubbing her own lips together with a feral stare, arm unwavering, and Huntara was back at her breasts now, biting all around the unobstructed areas of her tits as they bobbed.

Huntara pulled away their mouth, looking up with an expression that, for a moment, seemed almost of concern as they began working their jaw. Then their hips told a different story as they began thrusting at Adora's side, burying their teeth back into the underside of her breast. Their vibrating moans added to the bite as their sounds of pleasure joined Adora’s, until they were both gasping after cumming together.

As if otherwise unaffected, Huntara only exhaled sharply with a quiet shake of their head, somehow managing to show no further indications of the powerful orgasm they’d just shared. Then, without missing a beat, they lifted up their hand to the string dangling at Adora’s side. It only took a slight tug to remind her yet again of the powerful force of the objects fiercely pinching her chest. “Ready?”

If Adora’s heart had been previously the rate of a racing cheetah, it was now as fast as the wings of a hummingbird at the thought of the incoming pull. Could she? Fuck. Could she?

“I don’t know,” she stammered out. “Maybe? Fuck.”

“Aw. Don’t go soft on me now, blondie,” they taunted challengingly, in a way that made Adora grit her teeth and furrow her brow. “You’ve taken so much already, you can take a little more.” Well, at least that was encouraging. Maybe? Maybe she could. “I saw how much you were enjoying it earlier,” they continued. “It wasn’t like you were hiding it. You can take more…you know, if you’re tough enough for that...”

Oh, that was fucking it. Adora groaned in frustration at their implication. They were calling her weak?? “Fuck you! I am.”

Oh shit. What the fuck did she just say—

“Adora!” Catra yelled reprimandingly, slapping her sensitive inner thigh hard with a searing sting.

“I’m so, so sorry, sirs!! Yes. I’ll do it; whatever you want!!”

“That’s better,” Catra said, squinting suspiciously as she pumped her hand faster, Adora’s clit burning with sensitivity as she felt an almost painful orgasm building. A small sob squeaked out as she tried to push through it, more threatening to join it even as she tried to swallow them back.

A soft stroke met her face and Huntara’s voice turned gentle and encouraging. “Breathe.”

The soothing words sent some of the fenced-in sobs free. The words felt like permission to show how hard she was working, how desperate she was to be good, and that it was okay to maybe not be perfectly brave in that moment. Even though her brain was screaming I can’t, she kept countering it with you can and the way that Huntara was guiding her was starting to feel safe to follow.

“Breathe,” Huntara told her again, taking in their own breath as an example. “Concentrate.”

“Yeah, Adora, concentrate” Catra taunted and Huntara snorted, but then cleared their throat in the way one might do when they adjust their tie to get back to important business, and re-softened their expression.

“We’re gonna breathe through it,” Huntara reassured again, and then turned to Catra, who had thankfully slowed her thrusts a bit.

“Do it, Adora,” Catra said, more loving than a command, but still bearing an edge. “Breathe.” And Adora finally managed a long, shaky inhale.

With satisfaction, soothingness fading, Catra turned to Huntara, roughening the edge. “She should come with it though, huh?”

Fuck. The thought was terrifying but she felt her cunt swell in agreement. This was it. This was the last one if she did. She took another deep breath. She had almost nothing left to give but she was gonna do this. There was no turning back when she felt this particular kind of build.

“Oh, yes,” Catra confirmed. “Adora, tell us what you are.”

Adora took another resolved breath, even deeper than before, and swallowed, sputtering with determination, “I’m your slut. Fucking use me.”

“Good girl,” Catra purred, picking her pace back up.

“We’re counting down from five,” Huntara said through the ringing buzz in Adora’s ears, the warm swell overtaking her. “When I say breathe, you inhale. When I say the number, you exhale. On one, I’m pulling and you’re cumming. Got it?”

Adora managed to glance at the captivated crowd, now even bigger than before, and readied herself, every bit of her trembling and twitching and tingling from the post-multiorgasmic aftershocks and anticipation running through her. She nodded nervously to confirm she understood—countdown, final exhale, got it…fuck.—and Huntara gave a quick nod back.

“Breathe.”

She did.

“Five,” they started. “You fucking love this, don’t you, slut?”

“Yes, sir!” she choked out as she exhaled.

“Breathe.”

Adora held her breath.

“Nope. Breathe, blondie,” Huntara said firmly.

Adora shakily inhaled.

“Good. Four.”

She exhaled with even more of a tremble as Huntara rattled the string.

“Goooood. Inhale.”

Adora whimpered but managed to pull in the breath.

“There it is. Three!” they said with more urgency as Catra fucked her harder.

“Fuck!” she burst out breathily.

“Inhale.”

Adora flushed with tingles looking at Huntara nervously as she sucked in the breath.

“You’re doing good, breathe nice and deep.”

shit, shit, shit.

As much as she was quivering, she followed their steadying voice and inhaled more easily this time, taking in the rush of regulating air to help gather her strength. Her body buzzed with nerves as she became hyper-aware of the fluid warmth blossoming inside her cunt while Catra continued and the vibe rumbled away. Her hand was barely able to hold on, all as Huntara tugged gently at the string that tied all the clothespins together.

“Just like that, blondie. TWO.”

The exhale whooshed out of her loudly and she heard someone cheer a small, encouraging “woo!” from the distance.

“BREATHE. Nice and deep.”

She pulled in the breath and held it in place.

“Get Ready.”

Oh gods. Oh gods. Oh gods.

“ONE!”

Her exhale was a full-on scream as the searing yank pulled away with a cascade of snapping sounds, blood rushing to the points that were freed. Adora’s cunt bore down fiercely along with her thighs clamping together, trapping Catra’s arm in place as she squeezed around it. They shot back open as she started to fully release and her whole body began jolting as she kicked and cried out, feeling warm wetness flow and splash on her thighs. The way Catra’s hand flitted upwards inside her was basically tossing the gushing fluids around, so much so that she felt droplets land on her stomach and outer hips. All the while, she could hear Catra joining her in moans and complimenting her as she went, the words an almost uninterpretable mix of good, so hot, so handsome, my slut, good, good, good slut, taking it so, good boi, good—fuck!

Adora was a dizzying juxtaposition of feeling like she could continue squirting forever and at the same time absolutely had to stop. Her body was so flooded with endorphins it was almost like her skin was on fire with tingles, not to mention how overstimulated her cunt was. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could hear it in her ears, which had recommenced their fuzzy ringing. Yet, still, the last dredges were trying to find completion, and Catra’s hand was restricting its flow. With a swift bend of her knee, Adora flung her leg upwards, heel meeting Catra’s hip, the hand not on the vibe grasping Catra’s wrist to still her thrusts.

“Out! Please!” she begged and Catra quickly pulled free, pressing her hip back against Adora’s heel. Adora was grateful for the leverage as she let out her final screams, bucking her pelvis upwards in place as each ounce of leftover squirt that had been built up inside her released. She fell limply once it ceased, her throat raw from crying out, the world swirling around her even behind shut eyes, covered in tears from so much concentrated effort and overwhelm. Her hand had fallen to the side, leaving the vibe to unceremoniously flop down into the crook of her hip. Fingers made of static brushed along her torso, her face, and her shoulder with the sensation of skin pressed against her from both below and above.

The vibe fell away, likely tossed from her hip, and she felt Catra slide up her, smooth as silk, settling on her chest. At her side, she also felt herself being pulled close into an embrace, a thick arm slipping under her neck as she was pressing against a muscular chest. It rumbled with a comforting, soft laugh, followed by a kiss at the top of her head while another met her neck. She was surrounded in the most perfectly warm cocoon.

Once Adora could move—which felt like ages, all while peppered in soothing kisses as she soared in her internal, humming landscape—she opened her eyes to find soft gazes and sweet smiles looking down at her. As reality shifted back into focus, she noticed that Catra was propped up on her elbow, leg slung around Adora’s hip while running her fingers up and down Adora’s sternum. Huntara had taken to stroking Adora’s hair and both were looking at her with a patient reverence.

Adora closed her eyes again to drop back into the sensations, humming and nuzzling with satisfaction back and forth between the two. Letting the light pour back in, she looked at Catra, bringing her nearest hand to Catra’s cheek to pull her down for a kiss. Right as she did so, though, she felt Huntara lean back as if uninvited from the moment, and she reflexively hooked under their arm to bring them back in. As she broke away from Catra’s lips, she turned to Huntara, pressing behind their shoulder as an offering to lean in as well.

Huntara’s lips moved against hers in a way that felt undeniably them—rough, firm, yet gentle, even…thoughtful? Whatever it was, she was definitely a fan, and kissed them even longer before pulling away with a slight whimper.

Adora couldn’t even comprehend how she’d possibly been so lucky as to have all of, well, everything that just happened. Somehow in the process of being completely of service, every bit of focus had turned to her. People had not just been watching, fulfilling a roomful of fantasy, but it suddenly dawned on her that while she’d been cumming, some had been cheering for her, too. She’d taken everything Huntara and Catra had thrown at her and more. She got to put on a damn show. No, she got to be a damn show. All for the taking. She would never let anyone tell her that being a sub wasn’t the most fucking rewarding thing in the world, that even when it seemed like it was about making her into nothingness, it was actually about making her everything. It was important to her that she’d done enough for the two of them, as well, though. They’d taken such good care of her and she had to be sure they knew how grateful she was. She could still barely move but maybe there was something she could offer now that she was beginning to regain awareness of all her limbs.

Talking turned out to be more of a challenge than just kissing. “You was supposeedd be using me, but I, I, oh, was deferniterly using you…was thas uhhkay?” she slurred drunkenly. “Do you needs…you’ve done so muh..” she added, looking at Huntara most intently as she became hazily aware of the lack of touch and attention they’d seemingly received.

Huntara chuckled. “You think too much, blondie. That was impressive.” They brushed aside some of the hair sticking to Adora’s forehead. “Guess you’re tougher than I thought. And don’t worry, I’m good. Getting you off, got me off,” they added with a wink.

Sighing in relief and blushing a bit at the memory, Adora pulled Huntara and Catra closer in, a smile plastered across her face, and became completely overcome with giggles.

Catra pulled back to get a good look at her with her own quizzical laugh and nudged Adora’s forehead with her nose. “What’s so funny, dork?”

“This is just nice,” Adora said, continuing to giggle softly, still slightly slurring.

Looking up at the two drop-dead stunning faces, she decided she wanted more kisses but was completely at a loss for how she could pick, almost feeling a level of panic at needing to choose. Then it dawned on her. Only one thing could possibly make all this better… “Ohhh!” she exclaimed. “Will you two kiss?” Adora immediately pouted, fully embracing that it was silly time and that she deserved to be ridiculous and make demands and be considered cute as long as no one made a big deal about it.

It was way easier of an ask than she expected, too. Catra and Huntara just raised their eyebrows at each other and shrugged before initiating one of the hottest things Adora had ever seen in her goddamn life. It was primal, performative, tongues flicking over lips along with bites, Catra glancing at Adora with sultry side eye before diving back in deeper, and Huntara doing the same with cocky smirks. They’d clearly been doing it for Adora’s entertainment, ending the kiss with wide grins as looked down at her, Catra blowing a cheeky peck as if to say, “you asked for it.”

Adora groaned loudly before breathing out, “Fuck…Fucking hot.”

“Anybody want some cookie dough?” a voice from across the room called, interrupting any further babbling Adora might have to offer. “Batter needs to be licked off my fingers!”

Adora was officially distracted. “Me!!” she practically squealed.

A lanky transfeminine babe with deep brown skin, and a sheer lace, cream-colored bralette—that barely covered petite, yet still plump in their own right, tits—plopped down beside them, bowl in hand. “Hi there. I’m Ina, she her. Looks like y’all have been having some fun.”

With agreement, they all introduced themselves back to her, giving their pronouns as well. Starting to gain composure, Adora even managed to saucily act flirtatious a bit once Ina started to offer the batter. Ina first ran her finger slowly around the edge of the bowl and Adora bit her lip, looking her up and down before taking the finger in her mouth and sucking just as diligently as earlier, but this time rustling up some smolder and confidence. She felt her energy returning as she watched Ina gulp, pressing her own lips together as Adora sucked back and forth.

“Well then,” Ina said with a whooshing exhale. “Thank you.”

Adora’s smile went cheek to cheek. “Thank you!” she exclaimed giddily, any show of cockiness replaced with loopiness, not that that bothered her in the least.

Ina smiled right back. “Hope to see y’all again soon,” she said before standing back up and repeating the offer to the rest of the room.

Get it, girl, Adora thought. As much as she wished she could go further explore that particular spark, she’d met her limit for the day.

“So,” Catra started, “what now?” The question was directed at both of them and Adora realized that there was a solid possibility she might not be in this squishy embrace for much longer.

But, did that mean a goodbye was imminent? Catra thankfully inquired before she had to ask such dreaded things. “Do you have to head off?” Adora’s heart clenched a bit. Maybe not just yet, she hoped.

“Naw, I don’t have anywhere I need to be. And there’s a pretty great hot tub in the back. Y’all wanna go soak?”

Yes! Adora thought, delighted. Not only would she get to be engulfed in heat, but this also didn’t have to be over? Wonderful.

The hot tub was even more decadent than Adora imagined it would be. The sun had set by this point and the lights twinkled above them while queers of various levels of undress chatted all around them. The water bubbled vigorously and she just simmered away in it, enjoying the boisterous conversations around her that Catra and Huntara participated in. When she was able, she occasionally chimed in, too. Mostly, though, she just focused on her surroundings as she sat in the tub smooshed between them, arms hooked in each of theirs on both sides, alternating which shoulder she’d rest her head on.

As things began to wind down, someone called everyone inside and Adora’s body tightened up a bit again, unsure of how one leaves such a place or how she might thank Huntara for this. Words didn’t seem like they could possibly be enough.

For a moment Huntara disappeared and Adora became seriously concerned that she’d lost her chance. They wouldn’t just not say goodbye, right? Thankfully they returned a few moments later.

“Adora, Catra, I want you to meet K. They are a sketch artist and I think you might wanna see what they were working on.”

After some quick introductions, K mentioned how much they’d loved watching and what great models they’d been.

Great models. It took a second for Adora to process the words and then K was opening up their sketchbook and there they were on a variety of pages.

Adora with her back arched and Catra’s hand between her thighs, Huntara’s cock in her mouth, Catra straddling her face while Huntara fucked her. Sketch after sketch, full of just enough detail to tell it was them. Understandably, K wasn’t giving the originals away, but they said they would put them up on a dedicated discord server for the party. They gave them the invite link, and informed them that they could even get them archival prints if they wanted.

Adora was quickly mapping out a wall arrangement in her mind at the suggestion. In seconds she was down to calculating room measurements and places she could keep them discrete, but also easily displayed when appropriate. Tucked behind their bedroom door so they could see it upon sleeping and waking seemed like an ideal plan for at least one of the images.

After K left, Huntara snapped Adora out of her elaborate interior design plans. “This was fun. Bet you’re glad you wrote back, huh?” they quipped.

Adora blushed and looked down. She wasn’t gonna argue with that in the least and nor even bother trying to be cheeky in response. “Thank you,” she replied sincerely, putting out an arm to pull them in.

“Aw. You got it blondie. And…” The way their voice quirked in mischief made Adora brace herself. “I knew you were soft.”

“Hey!” Adora yelled, playfully pushing them away while scowling but then laughing immediately after. “Try me some other time with that when I’m not…so…”—she paused, lowering her voice to a mutter—“…blissed the fuck out.” She furrowed up her face, squinting at them in a faux threat and returning to a normal volume with a tone that mimicked a lone cowboy about to start a saloon fight. “See what happens.” Everyone broke the fuck down in laughter.

As the laughs died down, Catra pulled herself together, taking in a grounding breath. “Seriously, thank you.”

“Like it wasn’t selfish? But, yeah, yeah, you’re welcome. You better come back, though. Don’t think I’m done with you two yet.” Adora fucking soared as they continued. “You have the discord now; these happen about every month.”

“What!” Adora cried out in shocked enthusiasm, causing more chuckles. She cleared her throat. “Ahem, I mean, cool cool cool cool..”

“Hah. Yep. And if you ever need an audience or participant again, count me in.”

And just like that, Adora and Catra knew the sky was the limit and they made sure to always mark their calendars off the moment a party date was released. Sometimes they would play with Huntara when they went, sometimes others, sometimes just on their own. With each new party, their play kept growing. They’d be introduced to new kinks in demos or more casually. They started to gain more community that bled into other parts of their lives, some of those folx destined to become the closest of friends, Huntara included. They even discovered that a lot more of their already established friends were kinkier than they’d previously known, beyond Perfuma and Scorpia. And all because of some looks across a room (or arguably some not-so-well concealed wandering hands). All because they were fully spotted for the pervs they were and invited to a place made of pure sex magic. Who could’ve ever known what would ever happen when headed to dinner that night? Who knew a sex party could feel so much like home?