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There isn’t a lot that can be said about Catra and Adora, at least to the public. They keep to themselves, they ensure reconstruction on their planet is properly underway, and they drive away members of the Etherian Republic. It’s a simple way of life, and beyond the occasional sighting of criminals, they barely leave their castle at all. The one thing she demanded when the war ended was the one thing she was denied, though it wasn't her ultimate fate.
The newly-crowned Queen Catra, an ally of the Rebellion, refused to allow one of her few loved ones to suffer as a weapon alone. Nothing short of purchasing Adora, as if she were a thing and not a person, was the only way to force the Etherian Republic to give Adora her "freedom", in actuality a form of slavery. She thought her only ally on the battlefield betrayed her, at least at first.
Instead of putting her in chains or some sort of garb indicating slavery, however, her first action was to take off her chains and hold her to her bosom, purring softly as she cradles the smaller biped. Adora can't stop herself from blushing, slowly realizing Catra did this specifically to get out of remaining a weapon. She sees her as more than a fighter, someone who deserves more than a gilded cage. She isn't even entirely sure what was said, only certain that her new "mistress" did something to prevent the Republic from trying to take her back. Beyond such a detail, she sees no reason dwelling on such a matter.
"Remember, you have the choice to leave at any time. All you have to do is ask, you're not just property" the feline humanoid reminds Adora, scritching her hair softly. "Yeah you're pretty strong, but you're still a woman in your own right. That and it feels wrong just... you know, keeping you."
It was then Adora began to realize just how much she's loved, and that no matter what comes next, she'll never be alone. What "She-Ra" didn't expect, however, was for what such freedom from fighting would entail.
A new normal isn't easy to establish, but the humanoids knew where to begin. With so many resources and a high reputation, one of the Galactic Horde's former bases and the surplus of supplies made rebuilding almost too easy. At long last, the damage was healing from across the land, the queen and her non-slave companion keeping themselves healthy all while preventing others from losing what little healthy they had before.
The throne room contains a single throne of iron toward the far end of the room, a dimmed spotlight hanging from above to just barely illuminate the seated. Cushions of silken red line the throne, to the right a table for refreshments and other trinkets, to the left a doorway deeper into the castle.
It's been two years since that day, and Adora still remembers the rule: she just has to say so and Catra will simply eliminate the slavery agreement without issue. She's also seen the horrors of war for herself, refusing to force her love to succumb to despair and trauma in the long run, always offering support should need be. The prospect of therapy has done wonders for both Queen Catra, new ruler of her own personal kingdom, and her dear Princess Adora, the title of She-Ra to be passed onto someone should the universe need it. Maybe someone who knows the price of becoming the next She-Ra will better grasp the power of such a state and the wars they will face, something the veterans need no more part in unless absolutely necessary.
For now, all either woman wishes to do is rest and recover in their own way, Adora softly panting as she lightly grinds her hips into her queen's lap. Never before has feeling so small and vulnerable felt so right, for once allowed to become vulnerable after years of seemingly endless combat. She can't stop panting softly, listening to Catra's purrs as if they were a lullaby, loving being her pseudo-slave. Maybe it's selfish to allow herself to be little more than a sex toy on paper, but she doesn't care so long as it's her supposed mistress. She has a choice either way.
"Such a good girl~ Does my kitten need Mommy to pleasure her~?" the queen coos, lightly caressing Adora's cheeks, gazing into her love's ocean-blue eyes. "Just give me the safeword if you do~"
"Green," the smaller woman admits with both passion and infatuation, nuzzling into her friend-turned-lover's hand. "I trust you."
Catra dares not betray her kitten's trust, tilting her head up before kissing her gently, her tongue brushing along her pseudo-slave. Just feeling her love shiver tempts the ruler to succumb to her instincts, to smother her good girl with all the affection she deserves. She can feel Adora's hands on her shoulders, soft moans signaling the simple yet pleasant pleasure she's under. Neither is able to get enough, the kiss remaining for several seconds more before the queen finally parts, her favorite "slave" panting in her embrace.
Maybe it's indeed selfish, but neither wishes to part for any reason beyond the necessary. The schedule is cleared, not so much as word of conflict has gone out, even the guards are at relative ease just outside the throne room, banners depicting the war and its conclusion high above the floors of the room. They survived, now they deserve the chance to live. The queen can't help but slowly trail one hand down her love's body and to the right of the throne, taking hold of a familiar dark orange plastic strap-on.
"Just remember your safeword~ Now be a good kitten and lift up your hips," the taller woman instructs, her free hand briefly grasping her sub's thigh. "Mommy's going to make you see stars~"
A large dollop of lotion is thoroughly applied to the magically-enhanced strap-on's length as Catra continues to purr and pepper her "slave" with kisses. Adora can't get enough, only wanting to remain safe and away from the public eye, lifting her hips up and lowering her pants to allow for easier access. She can't wait to make her queen proud, especially after knowing her companionship prior was and still is sincere. Every time she looks into her mistress's gentle, yellow and blue eyes, she can feel herself throb, knowing she's doing a great job. She knows most would feel insulted not needing to think for themselves, but at least she knows she's safe.
A single click catches her attention, a reminder that her mistress is ready to use her good girl's needy hole.
"That's a good kitten~ Now just drop your hips down~" Catra purrs, continuing to caress her love's soft skin. "You're about to break, and you're going to love it~"
Adora nods, trembling as she obeys, her sensitive bottom slowly pressing the toy inside, a small, pained moan escaping her lips. No matter how often she's been pegged, she can never fully get used to being an addict to pleasure, especially from her love. Queen Catra can't help but moan in response to the toy's sensitivity linking her to the toy, feeling as if she's truly penetrating her "slave". She doesn't break her love just yet, helping her bounce in tandem with her upward thrusts, listening to her moans. Each small whimper and moan lets her know exactly what must be done, a slight sway or angle adjustment providing just as much pleasure as the initial pain, said pain dulling bit by bit.
"Fuck~ There we go~ Is my kitten still alright~?" the blushing ruler coos, her left arm around Adora's waist, her right hand cupping her good girl's cheek. "What color are you feeling?"
"G-Green~! I'm yours~!" the former warrior moans, looking up in a lust-filled haze. "Do what you want, m-my Queen~!"
A tender grip on the lighter-skinned woman's bottom makes her yelp, her dom thrusting up into her harder and faster than before upon being given clearance. She may not have a proper penis, but she can see why her love enjoys thrusting into her partner's aching entrance. The least she deserves is a chance to feel just as filled, the queen's tail wrapping around her sub's thigh as she slowly loses herself to lust. She can't get enough of her squirming kitten's reactions, knowing she can't escape, knowing she wants more. She dares not go lenient, but never pushing herself too hard, the blonde girl's eyes shut tight as she tries not to orgasm too soon.
The pseudo-slave locks her legs around her "owner's" waist, trying her best to maintain what little composure she has left. Her aching shaft twitches from endless stimulation, her internal button pressed again and again as she succumbs to being her queen's kitten. She loves it. She loves the endless pleasure, she loves that she has a choice, she loves that Catra refuses to hurt her. Adora feels as if she's edging closer toward climax, her moans growing louder as she obediently takes her queen's sex toy, tightening around it as she looks into her mistress's eyes once more. Her hips slam down harder and deeper until every inch is deep inside her, her breath hitching from the sting of being stretched so thoroughly.
"Such a good kitten~!" the taller woman coos, immediately wrapping her arms around her needy companion. "That's it, keep clenching for your queen~!"
In a swift motion, Adora finds herself with her arms and legs around Catra's torso, pressed against the backrest of the throne, the latter ramming her strap-on into her as hard as possible. Her needy slut needs to know her place, a perfect kitten who deserves to be stretched out and rendered immobile. She can never get over how despite everything, Adora still wishes to show their relationship has equality. She's no true slave, and that much remaining intact is what the dom can't help but love about her partner.
Adora knew she was safe, and then she feels a hand around her neck, squeezing only a little. It isn't enough to cause pain or block off her breathing, more like pressure being applied to her. She thought it would feel nice like any other time before, only for her to freeze.
She-Ra doesn't know everything that happened during her final battle with Horde Prime. All she remembers is her sword cutting away at his defenses as he tries to finish his task. It's only a matter of time before he finally conquers Etheria, and once that happens, the Rebellion's efforts will be for nothing. No matter what happens next, no matter if she dies or lives to see the end, she just knows her efforts must not be in vain.
No matter the magic emanating from her sword, Horde Prime refuses to fall, his facility risking destruction, and he refuses to die. He desires the complete subjugation of everyone and everything, and if he has to use the Rebellion's own body as a proper vessel, then so be it. His technology can only go so far, something his foe has discovered, but he refuses to accept it. If the Rebellion is depending on the "Princess of Power", then it's only fair he relieves them of their weapon.
It isn't long before he finally gets an opening, his hands grasping around the blonde woman's neck as her sword impales him through his stomach. He can always find another vessel to inhabit; by the time the next bearer to the mantle emerges, it will be too late. He can already feel her struggle, the look in her eyes making the warlord realize She-Ra’s true dream: living peacefully.
Horde Prime refuses to allow his worst enemy a chance to win, his body slowly losing blood as he squeezes tighter and tighter. Only then does he see the fear in his foe’s eyes, seeing more and more that the thought of losing her dream will hurt more than any wound. She drags her sword in whatever direction she can, anything to prevent her demise, anything to see home again. It’s then the Etherian resident realizes what Horde Prime wishes to do, more specifically what he intends on ensuring.
One last blow was needed to finally end the tyrant’s mission, finding bleeding claw marks across her neck, a permanent reminder of the day her fear almost came true.
Adora grasps at Catra’s wrists as she struggles to break free, remembering the day she almost lost everyone and everything. She thought the memory was just that, a memory, not something that could ruin her time with Catra of all people. The queen, however, notices what’s bothering her love right away, slowing her thrusts before asking her love a question.
”Kitten, you look scared,” she points out, her tone gentler than just prior. “What color are you feeling?”
Adora can’t lie, tears of fear in her eyes as she earnestly replies, “R-Red…”
It’s only then the heterochromatic figure whispers, ”Shit!”
The feline woman immediately pulls the strap-on out of her pseudo-slave and sets it aside, her eyes wide and her demeanor gentler than before. Something has terrified the woman she loves most, the last thing she wants is to startle her further than she already has. She’s never seen Adora displaying such a desire to get away from anything before, keeping a hand around her love’s, just enough to prevent further dread.
”Damnit… S-Sorry,” Adora replies, using her free hand to wipe away her tears. “I just… didn’t feel right for some reason.”
”Hey, that’s why we established safewords. I’d rather be horny for a while than hurt you, remember?” Catra gently reminds her “slave”, noticing how her good girl seems hesitant for most physical affection. “…Hey, do you want me to let go?”
Adora shakes her head as her breathing slows down, appreciative of her mistress’s actions. The taller woman actually listened rather than told her to suck it up, making her feel more like a person than ever before. Her heart flutters as she unwittingly rubs a thumb along the top of Catra’s hand, forcing herself not to cry any longer before shuffling herself to take a proper seat.
Several minutes pass as the lighter-skinned woman calms down, for a moment wiping her tears before finally being able to think clearly.
”Thanks, really,” Adora murmurs softly, grateful for being listened to. “I just… I don’t know, felt scared having my throat gripped. It’s… never happened before. I mean, I’m okay with a careful pressure usually, but this felt… different.”
It’s then she realizes Catra never found out what happened during her final battle with Horde Prime, explaining Catra’s concern and her lack of context. The sub refuses to leave context out or cause more problems in the future, holding up one of her hands to her cheek as she explains why she froze up, still confused why it happened now of all times.
Catra’s eyes widen with sorrow and pride, adding, “The scars are proof you’re still alive. So what if you’re a former weapon to everyone else? You’re Adora, and… to put it simply, some people are gonna recover slower than others, but you’re still you. Never forget that, okay?”
The pseudo-slave nods, trembling as she puts Catra’s hand to her neck, wanting to show she trusts her mistress. Of all the people she wants to prevent from touching her, Adora is okay with the woman she’s been with for years now. She shouldn’t be scared of doing something she can’t control, the trust shown to her warming the queen's heart as she tenderly traces a finger across the scars.
Neither woman speaks for a moment, just processing what was said to one another, a mutual agreement among friends-turned-lovers. They’re safe, there’s no war, there’s not even a need to worry about what’s to come next, the throne room still undisturbed. Sometimes it feels right just calming down and letting themselves take in the peace, and before long, Catra finally speaks up once more.
”…Hey, are you okay with me hugging you?” the queen asks softly, understanding her love might not reciprocate, at least not right away.
”Yeah, just… please be gentle,” Adora sighs, relieved as she nuzzles further into her dom’s hand. “I trust you.”
The feline woman doesn’t dare betray her good girl’s trust, pulling her into a tender embrace as she purrs softly, content knowing she’s still alright. Adora nuzzles into her love’s chest, finally embracing full comfort as their arms intertwine with one another’s bodies, refusing to let go for any reason. Catra knows it will take more time for her “slave” to fully heal from her trauma, but the fact she’s trying to move onward is all the proof she needs that her journey has been effective. It’s only a matter of time before Adora can fully embrace her freedom.
“…Hey, next time, I think I’m gonna ask beforehand if you’re up for… rougher actions,” the queen explains in a tender tone, scritching her love’s hair.
”That… sounds nice, actually,” Adora replies with intrigue, touched by her “owner’s” idea. “Thanks for caring so much.”
Some lotion is applied to Adora’s bottom before a gentle clawed hand rubs, providing relief after their delayed session and respect, the same she would’ve provided. She pants heavily as her dom continues to purr from behind her, refusing to let her good girl ache after such a rough session. She doesn’t remember reaching climax like that before, her head still fuzzy as she succumbs to Catra’s touch.
”Such a good kitten, confirming your boundaries~ You’ve done so well~” Queen Catra coos, never once letting up on the praise.
Her praise confuses her sub, whispering between pleasured pants, “H… How?”
”If I don’t encourage them, it feels like I’m not treating you like a person. The slave thing’s more of a title than anything, remember?” the dom points out in a hushed tone, her fingers slowly kneading from Adora’s bottom to her back as she leans down toward her love’s ear. “Now be a good girl and just let Mommy care for you, okay~? My favorite slave needs rest after being such a good kitten~”
”…But I’m the only slave you have,” Adora murmurs softly, the aches almost having completely disappeared.
Her thoughts are interrupted by her love whispering into her ear, “Exactly~”
Another tender lick is applied to the ear, sending further shivers down the smaller woman’s spine. She indeed feels like a needy kitten, listening to purrs and embracing comfort before she is pulled into an embrace from behind, once more sitting in Catra’s lap. Never before becoming a pseudo-slave felt so right, melting in her embrace as she succumbs to the pleasure and love she’s feeling. She never wants it to end, a soft hum escaping her throat as a result.
Catra has never loved someone as much as she has Adora. She knows holding onto her for the rest of her life isn’t healthy, but she’s made peace that she might not want to remain cooped up forever. She made a promise, and if it means letting go, so be it, not yet aware Adora will want to stay, “slave” or not. Until she gets her answer, the queen will gladly spoil her with the love and care she was denied during the war, to deny the smaller woman even the idea that she may not be enough when she most certainly is.
There’s still a road ahead of them, but at least there’s still the opportunity to be more than fighters. Nothing short of Horde Prime’s revival will force them to return to war, but last Adora remembers, his existence has been wiped out. All that’s left is to heal, and they have all the time in the world to fully embrace said freedom. The slightly younger woman shuffles herself around and faces Catra, eyes filled with a mixture of peace and glee as she accepts her affection, prepared for whatever may come next.
”I love you. Never forget that~”
”Love you too, and… don’t forget that either.”
The guards occasionally pass by finding the Queen and her pseudo-slave snuggled up on the throne, the former preventing her soldiers from disturbing the latter’s rest.