Care Bear

[APlaying]

Garlim let out a soft purr from between her lips, her with her limbs slumped and resting comfortably against the firm body her body was curled up against. Enjoying the pleasant warmth and solid strength that surrounded her. It was funny how something she had always loved to inflict on her enemies was now something she herself seemed to crave. As they sat her down, her fingers curled gently into the muscular back of her captor.

Garlim let out a sigh of satisfaction as Theodora's strong hands began to ease the deep tension in her back and shoulders. She murmured between her lips, her body sinking into the embrace as the muscle bear's fingers removed the stiffness.

At this moment, something in Theodora's touch caused all her competitive urges to vanish. The blonde goddess could feel herself relaxing more and more with each passing moment, her body writhing lazily, surrendering to the comforting caresses.

She had never experienced a feeling like this before, the comfort of being handled so tenderly by another. It was almost... submissive.

Garlim opened her eyes slowly as her body trembled and surrendered to the gentleness with which she was being treated, her imposing figure was now very vulnerable. "Mmmm..." This treatment only made her relax much more than normal, something she didn't need and only made her sigh with pleasure.

[Weonna]

'So much for the proud, untouchable Goddess.'

The once-dominant blonde was now curled up in her arms, purring like a satisfied kitten, her fingers absentmindedly tracing soft patterns against Theodora’s back as if she belonged there.

“Mmm, look at you…”

Theodora murmured, her voice dipping into something low and sultry, her fingers still working slow, deliberate strokes down Garlim’s spine.

“So soft now… so warm… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before.”

She let her hands wander sensually, her palms gliding over Garlim’s toned shoulders, trailing down her sides before slowly circling back up to her chest. Each touch was purposeful, teasing, possessive—as if mapping every inch of the blonde’s muscular frame while soaking in the feel of her submission.

Garlim let out another pleased sigh, shifting slightly but making no effort to pull away.

“Tsk, tsk… and here I thought you were going to fight me again,”

Theodora teased, leaning in just enough for her breath to tickle against Garlim’s ear.

“But now? You’re all mine~”

She punctuated the words with a slow, deep squeeze, wrapping her arms around Garlim’s waist and pulling her even closer, their bodies pressing together as she rocked her gently in her lap.

Theodora’s lips curled into a wicked grin as she tilted Garlim’s chin up, forcing their eyes to meet. The blonde’s half-lidded gaze, her slightly parted lips, the way her body trembled in her hold—it was delicious.