That's it, that's the only explanation for why she would release the suction of her mouth and ask Catra questions, like she's supposed to have a brain left during this?!
But Catra's stubborn, enough to rally herself to croak out a fresh starter, a "Don't" that ekes out in a deep rasp that's also lilts with complaint, because -- she is, right? She's complaining about something, even if she can't quite manage to connect to what because Adora's tongue flicks over her, so light over the nipple that's been made more sensitive by the hard pull, and Catra whimpers in the back of her throat - a short noise that isn't as much of a protest as it should be - as it soothes and reignites the sting of the stimulation. Her body tries to judder away, but she's really and truly trapped - and only now belatedly realizing that was Adora's point. And she just let her do it, like an idiot.
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That's it, that's the only explanation for why she would release the suction of her mouth and ask Catra questions, like she's supposed to have a brain left during this?!
But Catra's stubborn, enough to rally herself to croak out a fresh starter, a "Don't" that ekes out in a deep rasp that's also lilts with complaint, because -- she is, right? She's complaining about something, even if she can't quite manage to connect to what because Adora's tongue flicks over her, so light over the nipple that's been made more sensitive by the hard pull, and Catra whimpers in the back of her throat - a short noise that isn't as much of a protest as it should be - as it soothes and reignites the sting of the stimulation. Her body tries to judder away, but she's really and truly trapped - and only now belatedly realizing that was Adora's point. And she just let her do it, like an idiot.