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He was not at all surprised when Entrapta dropped out of the vents in front of his quarters. Hordak knew she'd been all through the Sanctum's ventilation, possibly all over the Fright Zone as far as he knew.
"I need to check your armor! I need to make sure it's adjusted to you! And I thought of another way to help with your pain!"
She blushed a little as she spoke, and Hordak quirked an eyebrow at her. "This could not be done while we worked? Why?" He remembered the back massage, slumped against a desk with his clothes pooled around his hips. It had felt so good, her bare hands on his skin, working out the knots in his back muscles.
He'd made far too much noise, making him intensely grateful no one but Imp had overheard. He'd been purring!
And he's aware the tips of his ears are starting to burn, probably matching the blush dusting Entrapta's cheeks.
"Be-because we'll get better results if you're relaxed and not focused on work!" She grins, blushing and bouncing on her hair, obviously excited.
Hmph. He nods and steps around her, typing the access code into the door, and grunts when she vaults over him and begins inspecting the room. Her energy does bring a small smirk to his lips, even more so when Imp tumbles out of a vent and perches on her shoulder.
Hordak is...glad… they get along. Entrapta treated Imp the same way he did, doting on the little spy. However, he'd rather not have Imp in the room while Entrapta touched him. It was private.
So when Imp fluttered over to land in his shoulder, he gave the spy a few affectionate pats on the head, ruffling his hair, enjoying as always, the chirping and purring. "Go on. We'll sleep later."
Entrapta waves as the little creature takes off, and faces Hordak. "On the bed, please. I'll help you out of the armor."
If it had been the first time he'd been nearly naked in front of her, he'd be embarrassed. But he doesn't even flinch as her hair reaches out, forming dozens of tendrils, reaching for his armor.
Her touch is, like always, light and careful, gently sliding along his skin, between him and the armor, quickly removing it. It's set neatly on the desk, and not for the first time, he marvels at the level of attention and coordination she displays.
Red eyes wander to Entrapta's figure, her tanned skin, tracing her curves… she's beautiful. Not just by Etherian standards, but to him as well. He knows he's blushing when Entrapta giggles at him.
"Want to see more? It's only fair after all, I've seen almost all of you." She speaks a little faster than normal, her hands already on the straps of her overalls.
Hordak's eyes widen, feeling blood rush to his cheeks, his entire face heating up. "I…" Even his lips feel hot now, his ears burning.
Her face blushes deeper, and she unhooks her overall straps.
Hordak shakes himself, stumbles back, and the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. Down he goes, sitting ungracefully, and Entrapta rushes to keep him from smacking his head against the wall. "Y-yes. Please."
She hadn't excited him like this the last time he'd been nearly naked, it's confusing. And thrilling. She backs up a step after helping him scoot to the edge of the bed, her face blushing deeper as she lets her overall straps fall.
He's seen her with the top of her overalls undone before, but he lets out a faint noise as she drops them on the floor, leaving her legs bare as she fumbles to get her boots off. She's clothed in only her shirt and panties…
Something in Hordak yearns to touch, to explore… to learn what her skin might taste like, how it would feel against his own.
Entrapta steps closer, pulling his hands to her sides and slips off her shirt. The pale purple, lace fringed garment over her chest baffles him. Later. He leans forward, hands and fingers gliding over her skin. The warmth under his hands is marvelous, and he growls softly, wanting more.
But he's not sure how to proceed, and… he shoves the memories of someone else far away. Her hands lightly stroke the edge of his ears, and he purrs, tilting his head into her hands, eyes half shut.
There's an ache in his back and neck, seemingly far away and unimportant. Of far more concern is the heat running under their skin, and he pulls Entrapta so she's standing between his legs and he can touch higher.
The fabric over her...breasts? He's not entirely sure of female anatomy… catches against the rougher skin on his scarred palms.
Entrapta lets out a breathy sigh as Hordak finds a small nub beneath the fabric. She really didn't slide herself into his quarters for this, but he appeared really into exploring her, his noises fascinating. Something to analyze later.
Hordak rumbles impatiently as Entrapta stops petting his ears, pushing his hands away, muttering "Gotta get clothes off." Her voice is soft, distracted, as tendrils of her hair slide her under things off, breasts bouncing as they're released.
Suddenly he's aware of her scent, aware of his own body responding, blood pooling in other areas… "I… I don't…"
She pulls back immediately, hair coiling around her, looking concerned and dismayed all at once. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!" It's blurted out as she searches his face. Pale skin is flushed, his expression hazy, and he's panting. She's moved a full step back, but she can still feel his breath on her.
"I don't know what to do." It comes out so quietly Entrapta almost misses the confession, soft and uncertain, his ears dropping as he speaks.
"I can show if youwanttokeepgoing." She speaks so quickly her words run together, she feels... embarrassed for Hordak, and almost misses the short, vigorous nod he gives her.
She moves back, her hands reaching for his ears again, feels him start to relax again. Hordak purrs, and she giggles a little. It's so cute when he purrs. Using her hair, she pulls the dress off, over his head, and Hordak only nuzzles into her hands in response.
He helps move himself back on the bed, shifting until he could lay down, and Entrapta takes a long look at his face, the uncertain yet pleading expression, before trailing her hands down his body.
He's smaller than she expected, given his height. But maybe his species is built...like… she can't resist touching, tracing the flared head, the soft curve of his narrow shaft, down to the rounded base. It's beautiful. The color doesn't match any other part of his body, a soft, icy blue.
Hordak moans, hips straining to push himself into her hands. He's never been so aroused. "Entraptaaaa…" He's not even sure what he's pleading her for, but he's immediately rewarded with both hands touching him, stroking his entire length.
Hips jerk spasmodically, and Hordak whimpered. It felt so damn good, even as his stomach drew tighter, straining towards something he couldn't understand.
She squeezes his shaft lightly, and Hordak lets out a noise that is half a shout, as fluid begins welling up from the very tip of the blunt head. Leaning forward, Entrapta situates herself right above him, and leans down to kiss him.
The kiss is entirely foreign to Hordak, but he tilts his head, allowing Entrapta to do whatever she wanted. She's pushing on his phallus, making an eager little noise, and suddenly his head is pressed against slick, hot flesh. "Hordak!"
Her cry sends an electric tingle down his spine, and he struggles, jerking his hips, and they both cry out in pleasure as he slips in.
It feels right. She's so hot, so slick, soft flesh wrapping around him firmly and Hordak growls fiercely, his mouth finding Entrapta's neck, nibbling and mouthing at her smooth skin.
She lifts her hips and slides back down, squeezing around him, and briefly, Hordak's eyes roll back, overwhelmed with sensation. Neither of them can speak, except gasps and moans of pleasure, Hordak slipping into his native language for a moment, crying out to his lab partner.
His mate.
He nips at her shoulder again, doing his best to move his hips to match her pace. He whines, his entire length twitching.
Entrapta yelps as sharp teeth dig into her shoulder, and cries out as orgasm crashes into her, hot slickness flooding her nethers, Hordak's climax following hers.
She remembers to not collapse on him, falling to the side, and he rolls to face her, his mouth clamping on the bite, tongue lapping over pierced flesh. Already, it's stopped hurting, and she cuddles against the purring mess formerly known as her lab partner.
She pulls the thin sheet up over them, panting, and throws an arm over his shoulder. "I love you, Hordak."
"Mmmhm…" Is the muttered response, against her shoulder...and then he finally lets go, giving the bite one last lick. "I love you. My Entrapta."