Clarke had known that The Clans were far more sexual than the world she was used to, having significantly less in the way of shame or restraint and considerably more in the way of free-love and fetishistic indulgence. She'd even known about the institutionalization, for want of a better word, of sexual dominance and submission that seemed to permeate their culture. God, Niylah had been the one to tell her about it, and Clarke wasn't oblivious enough to miss the fact that her fellow blonde had been flirting with her on and off since the moment they had met.
None of that, however, had prepared her for this. Had prepared her for Niylah offering herself as a submissive for her exlusive use, and not just for the night either! In fact, from the way things seemed to have been worded, Niylah wanted to be hers for a long time to come, and Clarke wasn't sure how she felt about that. Beyond terrified due to her total lack of experience, anyway, both in BDSM and in sex with someone or something other than her own fingers. Yet here she was, now, with a beautiful woman having spent the better part of an night kneeling at her feet, acting as a living pedestal to hold her food. The same beautiful woman that was even now stripping herself of her tantalizing, figure-flattering emerald green dress.
All she could do was follow Ontari's advice about keeping things mild, things that wouldn't strain her injuries, and there was really only one option for that. One involving Niylah's lips and tongue, and Clarke's own…her…her pussy. Her pussy that had begun to dampen at the sight of Niylah in her dress, trended towards moist during the hour-long display of submissive service that had been the meal, and was approaching wet at the idea of Niylah performing oral on her.
Clarke's heart raced as Niylah's dress finally pooled at her feet, revealing smooth, tanned skin and toned muscles. The blonde Grounder stood before her, naked and unashamed, her eyes downcast in a show of submission.
"How may I please you, domina?" Niylah's voice was soft, reverent, and there was a long, long silence. But it was a comfortable silence, one that Niylah was disinclined to break, because when she peaked up from beneath her lashes at the woman she was submitting too, she could see why Clarke was quiet: the younger girl was staring at her, eyes flickering between her full breasts and the trimmed patch of hair between her thighs.
Clarke swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry, even as she felt the most incredible ache deep inside her lower stomach. She'd never been in this position before, never had someone offer themselves so completely. The power was intoxicating, terrifying. She loved it and hated it in…well, not in equal measure. If she was going to be honest, she loved it far, far more than she hated it, and she momentarily wondered if that should bother her.
"I...I want you to use your mouth on me." she finally managed, her voice shakier than she'd like, but no one seemed to mind.
Niylah's lips curved into a small smile as she gracefully sank to her knees. "As you wish."
With trembling hands, Clarke hiked up her own dress, spreading her legs, her whole body throbbing with need as she watched with rapt attention as Niylah shuffled towards her. The thrallina rang her hands along Clarke's thighs, enjoying the silken steel as she touched it, pushing the dress' short skirt even further out of the way as her eyes locked onto the freshly-revealed sex before her.
Niylah's eyes widened slightly as she took it in, Clarke's glistening folds already swollen with arousal, her pubes damp and matted down from the lubrication that had started to coat them. She licked her lips, her own desire evident in the darkening of her eyes, and she took a deep breath of the heady, dizzying scent that was wafting off of the girl above her.
"You're beautiful, domina." Niylah murmured, her warm breath ghosting over Clarke's sensitive skin.
Clarke shivered, her fingers gripping the edge of her seat. "Please." she whispered, not entirely sure what she was asking for, but knowing she needed more. Needing it enough that her ability to command, to demand and order and enforce her own will on Niylah (such as it was), was lost entirely.
With agonizing slowness, Niylah leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on the inside of Clarke's thigh. She trailed her lips upward, alternating between soft pecks, open-mouthed caresses, and gentle nips, each one sending sparks of pleasure through Clarke's body and causing the anticipation to coil higher and higher the closer Niylah got to her sex.
Clarke's hips bucked involuntarily as Niylah's tongue made contact with her slick folds, an explosive, gasping moan pouring out of her lips. The sensation was warm and wet and electric, unlike anything she had experienced before, certainly better than the finest pleasure she had ever been able to give herself. Niylah's skilled mouth worked with practiced ease, alternating between broad strokes along her slit and focused attention on her swollen clit, quiet whimpers of effort and pleasure both echoing up to Clarke's ears, evidence that Niylah was greatly enjoying herself.
"Oh God." Clarke moaned, her head falling back against the thick, soft back of her seat as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her fingers shot down to the head between her thighs, tangling in Niylah's honey-blonde hair, pulling her closer, forcing her deeper with a grip that was almost painful, a low-grade discomfort that only made it better for the thrallina. And it was very, very good indeed, the submissive girl instantly addicted to Clarke's taste as her fluids spread across an eagerly questing tongue.
Niylah hummed in approval, pleased by even the most unconscious expression of dominance, and the vibrations sending shockwaves through Clarke's core. She redoubled her efforts, sucking Clarke's sensitive bud between her lips and flicking it with her tongue, even as she wrapped her arms around Clarke's thighs, holding her in place as she increased the intensity of her ministrations. Her tongue delved deeper, circling Clarke's entrance before moving up to flick teasingly across her clit.
"Oh God!" Clarke repeated with a whine, her head rolling slightly from side to side as Niylah sucked gently on her clit before using her teeth to gently and carefully tug and squeeze on the bundle of nerves. "That's... that's amazing! Niylah! You feel so good…"
Niylah's heart swelled with pride at Clarke's words, spurring her on to even greater heights of passion. She alternated between long, slow licks that covered the entirety of Clarke's sex and quick, targeted flicks of her tongue against her clit. Her hands kneaded Clarke's thighs, feeling the muscles tensing and relaxing beneath her fingers.
Clarke's breathing grew more ragged, her hips rolling against Niylah's face as she chased her building orgasm. The coil of pleasure in her core wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. She could feel herself getting close, teetering on the edge of something monumental.
"Niylah..." Clarke gasped, unable to finish her sentence, and Niylah's eyes flicked up to meet Clarke's, a spark of pride and desire evident in her gaze. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling and probing with increased fervor. Clarke gripped Niylah's hair tighter still, holding her so close that it was now her nose, and not her tongue, that occasionally pressed against Clarke's clit, the pleasure-wrought domme seeking more friction, more pressure, more of everything that Niylah could offer her.
The tension in Clarke's body reached its peak, and with a cry that echoed through the room, she came undone. Her back arched, her thighs clamping around Niylah's head as waves of intense pleasure crashed over her. Niylah held steady, her tongue continuing its relentless assault, drawing out Clarke's orgasm for as long as possible.
Clarke's vision blurred, her whole body trembling as she rode out the most intense climax of her life, eyes rolling back slightly as the world went white. Her fingers loosened their grip on Niylah's hair, instead cradling the back of her head gently as the aftershocks rippled through her.
As Clarke's breathing began to slow, Niylah placed a final, reverent kiss on her inner thigh before sitting back on her heels, her face and upper chest glistening with Clarke's essence. Watching her domina's chest bounce and sway from the force of her breathing, hypnotized by the sight of her pleasure, Niylah quietly confirmed to herself that this was something she could happily spend the rest of her life doing: making Clarke look and feel like this.
Clarke's mind swam in a haze of pleasure, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm. As her senses slowly returned, she looked down at Niylah, who remained kneeling between her legs, a look of happiness and satisfaction on her cum-stained face. Clarke's heart swelled with a mix of emotions - gratitude, affection, and a newfound sense of power. No, not newfound, newly embraced.
"That was... incredible." Clarke breathed, her voice still shaky from the endorphins and the emotions alike. She reached out, cupping Niylah's cheek with her hand. The blonde Grounder leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, a small, soft smile creasing her lips.
"Thank you, domina." Niylah murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "It was my pleasure to serve you, and I would like nothing more than to do so whenever and however you see fit."
Clarke's thumb traced Niylah's lower lip, still slick with her arousal. The sight of her juices staining the submissive's skin was one of the hottest things that she had ever seen, and an impulsive desire born of her arousal seized her, one whose pull she didn't stand a chance at resisting. Dropping her hand to the back of Niylah's neck and gripping it firmly, she tugged the other girl towards her. Niylah half-rose, pressing her breasts against Clarke's stomach (smearing it with cum) as her head was tilted back, and Clarke's own head dipped down towards her. But not for a kiss, not this time, and her tongue darted out to collect a small strand of her own fluids from Niylah's face.
The taste of herself on Niylah's skin sent a fresh jolt of arousal through Clarke's body, but it was more than that. It was the taboo nature of the act, it was the dominance, it was the perversion. It was the freedom to do so, to do what she wanted and what brough her pleasure without ruining her reputation or undermining her own authority. She moaned softly, her tongue tracing a path along Niylah's jaw, collecting more of her essence, bathing her lover until every strand she could reach was gone. Niylah shivered beneath her touch, her breath coming in short, quick gasps, her own arousal (quietly simmering as she had focused on Clarke) quickly began to clamor for her attention.
"You taste so good on me, domina." Niylah whispered, her voice husky with need.
Clarke's hand tightened on the back of Niylah's neck, pulling her even closer. Their lips were mere inches apart, and Clarke could feel the heat of Niylah's breath on her face. The air between them crackled with tension, thick with desire and the promise of more to come.
"I want more," Clarke breathed, surprising herself with the intensity of her own words, and the breathiness of her tone quickly became a growl. "I want to taste you, Niylah. I want to make you scream, but I can't. I promised to behave myself. So you're going to give me a show, do you understand? You're going to make yourself cum, and you're going to show me every minute of it!"
Niylah's eyes widened at Clarke's change in demeanor and the command, a shiver of anticipation and excitement running through her body. "Yes, domina." she whispered, her voice thick with desire and gratitude. "I will gladly perform for you."
With graceful movements, Niylah shifted back, creating some space between them, and she settled onto her knees with her legs spread wide, giving Clarke an unobstructed view of her glistening sex. She began to run her hands along her curves, starting at her collarbone and trailing down to her breasts. Her fingers circled her nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks as she let out a soft moan.
Clarke watched, transfixed, as Niylah's fingers danced across her own skin. The Grounder's head tipped back, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure as she pinched and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Soft moans escaped her lips, each one sending a fresh jolt of arousal through Clarke's body, and she found herself adjusting her posture to improve her view…and she also found her right hand dropping to her still-warm and tingling sex.
Seeing that she had Clarke's full, deeply dedicated attention, Niylah slowly leaned back, positioning herself so that she was lying flat on the floor before Clarke. Keeping her legs spread and planting her feet on the floor, knees bent, she took two fingers and spread the folds of her own pussy, showing her newly-minted dominant the soft, wet, gentle pink of her tunnel, a faint blush on her cheeks as she so deliberately and lewdly displayed herself.
Clarke's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her. Niylah's sex was glistening with arousal, her folds puffy and parted, the inside inviting. The blonde Grounder's fingers moved slowly, teasing herself as she put on a show, knowing in the back of her mind that at least half of the room was drinking in the sight of her debasing herself and loving every moment of it.
"Is this what you wanted to see, domina? Me playing with my soaked pussy?" Niylah purred, her voice low and throaty, every word and every movement she made radiating sensuality.
Clarke could only nod, her eyes fixed on the erotic display, whimpering softly as her fingers began to caress her own folds and stoke the still-warm embers of her own need.
"Yes. You're beautiful." she finally whispered, echoing Niylah's earlier words.
Niylah's blush deepened at the compliment, but her fingers didn't falter. She began to trace slow circles around her clit, her hips rolling slightly with each pass. Her other hand returned to her breast, kneading and caressing as she built her own pleasure, her thumb thrumming back and forth across the nipple
As entranced by one another as they both were, neither paid any deliberate attention to the rest of the room. Neither of them saw that it had half-emptied, many of Lexa's guests and advisors vanishing to find their own partners, a handful of others laying claim to one or another of the attendants…and neither saw how intently Lexa, Costia, and Ontari were watching them.
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Kostia was on her knees and forearms, her own domina's fingers wound through her fiery locks as Leksa slowly, deeply rode her with a harnessed false phallus, one with a sibling insert buried deeply in the Heda's own cunt, both of them softly voicing their pleasure as the smooth lengths shifted and thrusted within them at the slightest movement. Yet in spite of that pleasure, neither of them were willing to look away from the pair at the center of the room, just as they had been watching them since the moment Clarke had taken the leap of faith required to lay claim to what was hers of her own volition.
The filthy commentary that Kostia had kept up the entire time that Niylah had pleasured Clarke had left Lexa on the edge of losing her temperance for quite some time, but seeing Clarke cum? Seeing the way her perfect breasts heaved and swayed, seeing the way her legs tightened and flexed around Niylah's head, seeing how Clarke had licked her own cum off of the submissive girl's face? It had been too much, and she had quickly been buried inside her beloved to the hilt and thrusting away, even as she watched Clarke and Niylah continue as best they could.
A glance to the far side of the room showed her that Ontari was watching as intently as she and Kostia were, but her eyes occasionally flickered over to the rutting pair, and Lexa resisted the urge to smirk at the sight of the desire and, yes, jealousy in her fellow Chosen's eyes, even as the Azgeda girl slowly stroked at her folds.
"Ontari, come here." she said after a moment, giving Kostia a particularly deep thrust that had her Shadow tossing her head as best she could and moaning gutturally.
Ontari's eyes widened at Lexa's command, but she quickly obeyed, crossing the room to stand before the Heda and her Shadow, though she didn't even try to resist casting a searching glance at Clarke's sex as she passed by. Clearly Kostia was right, and Lexa's sister-Chosen was quite interested in their future lover. Her gaze flickered between Lexa's face and the sight of the false phallus disappearing into Costia's body with each thrust, her pupils blown out and her breathing a bit heavy.
"Yes, Heda?" Ontari's voice was husky with arousal and tight with frustration, probably at the interuption to her own self-pleasuring efforts, and Lexa's eyes searched her own for a long moment.
"You know what the future could hold for us, don't you?" she asked softly, and Ontari nodded a bit spastically, blushing faintly at the reminder that they were destined to be lovers due to their respective ranks (even if she didn't know Clarke was the Sky Princess yet, something Leksa intended to fix, she believed that said heroine would soon arrive) and looking a powerful mixture of excitement and fear. "Do you want to join us, then? Kostia and I?"
Ontari's breath caught in her throat, her eyes darting between Leksa and Kostia. "I... yes, Heda. If that is what you desire. I would be honored to join you."
Lexa hummed in satisfaction, feeling a thrill of excitement as she pointedly looked the still-mostly-clothed girl up and down and arched an eyebrow. Ontari got the hint, of course, and quickly stripped herself, revealing a muscular body littered with faint scars and tattoos. Things that might have detracted from her beauty in the Old World, but only enhanced it in the new, the legacies that they were of her struggles and triumphs. Beckoning fingers had Ontari circling around to kneel by Leksa's side, and an arm around her shoulder had her (with a soft sound of surprise) pressed against her Heda, who was somewhat-childishly pleased to note that her own breasts were at least a half-a-hand larger than those of her almost-rival.
A smack and squeeze of her ass told Kostia that it was the scout's turn to do most of the work, and as she started to thrust herself forward and back on the shaft buried inside of her, Lexa turned her attention to her nervous, arousing, and aroused sister.
Their lips met in a fierce kiss, her tongue immediately demanding entrance, and Ontari yielded with a soft moan, her body melting against Leksa 's as the Heda's free hand cupped her breast, thumb brushing over a hardened nipple. The kiss was all heat and passion, a stark contrast to the earlier, mostly-gentle activities of Klark and Niylah.
As they broke apart for air, Lexa's eyes flickered back to Klark and Niylah. The Sky girl was now leaning forward in her seat, one hand buried between her own legs and thrusting almost frantically into her sex as she watched Niylah pleasure herself. The blonde Grounder's fingers were moving faster now, circling her clit with increasing urgency as her other hand pinched and rolled a nipple, and Lexa could tell that she was close to coming. As was Klark, if Lexa were to make a guess.
"Look at them, Ontari," Lexa whispered, manhandling her sister so that she could wrap an arm around her waist, dropping that hand to rub the pads of her fingers through the dark-haired girl's pubes, teasingly circling just above her clit. "Aren't they beautiful? So eager to please, so hungry for more?"
Ontari nodded, her eyes fixed on the erotic display before them. "Yes, Heda," she breathed. "They're exquisite."
Exquisite was a good word, and Lexa wished that she had told her sister about who Klark was earlier, but she hadn't, for more than one good reason. First, she wasn't sure Ontari would be able to keep Clarke from realizing something was off. Second, and in all honesty most importantly, she didn't think Clarke was ready for too much attention, romantic or otherwise. She pushed those thoughts aside, and the quiet voice pointing out that perhaps part of the reason was a desire to firmly establish her own relationship with Klark before involving others, and turned her attention back to Ontari and Kostia.
Her fingers dipped lower, finding Ontari's clit and beginning to circle it slowly, feeling the warmth radiating off of the damp folds below. The Azgeda girl gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily, a low and lustful moan tearing from her throat, and Lexa hummed in satisfaction as she gathered some of Ontari's wetness and using it to lubricate her movements, but neither of them was willing to look away from the spectacle before them.
Niylah's fingers moved faster, her hips rolling in time with her ministrations. Her breath came in short gasps, punctuated by soft moans of pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil of heat in her core that threatened to snap at any moment.
"Oh, domina," she panted, her eyes locking with Clarke's, her cheeks crimson with arousal, her eyes heavy and clouded with the need to come. "I'm so close. May I come for you, please?"
Clarke's own fingers were moving frantically between her legs, her arousal building to a fever pitch as she watched Niylah pleasure herself, oblivious to the fact that three other women, all equally beautiful in their own ways, were watching with hungry eyes and bodies on the verge of orgasm themselves.
"Yes," Clarke breathed, her voice thick and shaky with her own imminent pleasure. "Come for me, Niylah. Let me see you come for me."
With Clarke's permission granted, Niylah let herself go. Her back arched off the floor, her fingers working furiously at her clit as she cried out in ecstasy. Her body shuddered and convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over her, her release coating her fingers and thighs.
The sight of it was more than enough to push Clarke over the edge as well. She came with a strangled cry, her fingers buried deep inside herself as her walls clenched around them. Her eyes slammed shut despite her desire to watch Niylah, and for a moment all she could focus on was the intense pleasure coursing through her body once again as she hunched over her erratically pistoning fingers, her rhythm lost in an instant as she tightened down on them like a vice.
Across the room, Lexa, Kostia, and Ontari were all nearing their own climaxes, chasing their peaks eagerly. Lexa's fingers worked faster on Ontari's clit, while Costia's movements became more frantic, driving the phallus deeper into Heda and Shadow alike, and Ontari 's arms wrapped around her sister's shoulders and pulled her into a desperate kiss.
As the waves of pleasure washed over Clarke and Niylah, the air in the room was thick with the sounds and scents of sex. Lexa, Kostia, and Ontari were not far behind, their bodies tensing as they approached their own climaxes.
Lexa broke the kiss with Ontari, her fingers still working furiously at the Azgeda girl's clit. "Come for me, sister." she commanded, her voice low and husky. "Come with us. Show it all to me."
Ontari nodded frantically, desperate to obey as her hips bucking against Lexa's hand. Kostia 's movements became erratic as she neared her peak, driving the phallus deep into both herself and Lexa with each thrust.
With a cry that echoed through the room, Lexa came first, her body shuddering as pleasure coursed through her, a spray of fluid leaking around the leather strap holding the fake cock inside of her. Kostia, well-trained and well-practiced to find all the pleasure she needed from the knowledge that she had brought the girl she loved most, her domina, to orgasm, came next. Ontari, nervous but eager, came third. A weaker peak than her partners, but that was understandable under the circumstances.
As the final pulses of pleasure flowed through each and every one of them, the room fell into a hush broken only by the sound of heavy breathing and soft, wordless whimpers and murmurs of pleasure and emotion. Clarke slumped back in her seat, her body still tingling from her second intense orgasm. Her eyes fluttered open to find Niylah still lying on the floor, chest heaving, a look of utter bliss on her face.
Recovering from their own orgasms, Lexa, Kostia, and Ontari disentangled themselves, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. Lexa placed a gentle kiss on Ontari's forehead before helping Kostia to her feet, the three of them supporting each other as they recovered from their shared climax, and Clarke's eyes flickered over as she noticed the movement. Her eyes widened as she finally noticed the other women and their state, a blush creeping up her neck as she realized they had been watching the whole time, and had sex in the effort.
As they approached, she felt a mix of emotions wash over her. Embarrassment at having been so openly observed, arousal at the thought of their eyes on her, and a strange sense of belonging that she couldn't quite explain. Her body was still thrumming with the aftershocks of her intense orgasms, and she found herself unable to look away from the three beautiful women making their way towards her.
Niylah, still lying on the floor, began to stir. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her eyes seeking out Clarke's face. "Did I please you, domina?" she asked, her voice soft and hopeful.
Clarke's attention snapped back to Niylah, and the surge of affection she felt for the submissive blonde was obvious on her face. "Yes, Niylah. You were amazing." she assured, her voice warm and soft, and she held out her cum-soaked hand, beckoning with glistening fingers. Though she was obviously tired, the other girl headed the silent command instantly, getting onto her hands and knees before crawling over to take those fingers into her mouth, bathing them with her tongue and getting every drop of cum off before pulling away and smiling at her.
"Thank you, domina," Niylah murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "That was... incredible. I'm so glad I pleased you, and I hope you will use me again in the future."
Clarke reached out, gently tilting Niylah's chin up to meet her gaze. The adoration in the Grounder's eyes made her heart skip a beat, felt natural despite how fresh their friendship and sexual connection was. "You were amazing, Niylah, and I couldn't imagine never being with you again." she said softly, pulling the thrallina into her arms, pillowing her face against her breasts and stroking her hair softly. Looking up at Lexa, trying to avoid being too obvious about admiring her powerful body, full breasts, and the glistening false shaft bobbing between her legs. "Will that be a problem, Heda Lexa? She is one of your people, after all."
Lexa's eyes softened as she gazed at Clarke and Niylah, a small smile tugging at her lips. "No, Clarke. It will not be a problem at all. In fact, I'm pleased to see you embracing our ways so readily."
She approached the pair, Kostia and Ontari following close behind. Lexa knelt beside Clarke's chair, running a hand down Niylah's sweaty spine, like she was stroking a cat, and judging by the way Niylah purred, it wasn't the worst comparison. "Our people believe in love freely given and received. Niylah has chosen to submit to you, and you have accepted her. That is a beautiful thing. Until you decide to part, she is yours. Yours to command, to use, and to care for as you see fit."
Clarke felt a warmth spread through her chest at Lexa's words and touch, though they also sent a shiver down her spine. The idea of having Niylah as her own, to explore this new world of pleasure and power with, was both thrilling and daunting. She tightened her embrace around Niylah, feeling the warmth of the other woman's body against her own, and looked down to where she was still nuzzling contentedly against her breasts. Glancing back up at Lexa, she spoke tentatively. "I... I'm still learning. This is all so new to me, and I don't want to hurt her."
Ontari spoke up, her voice soft but firm. "Then you're a good domina, Klark, and deserve to have thralls and thrallinas. Experience is something that can be gained, and is quite fun to do so. The good heart and the right regard to those who submit to you is something you either have, or don't. And you do."
Clarke felt a rush of warmth at Ontari's words, a mix of pride and gratitude swelling in her chest. She looked between the three women - Lexa, Kostia, and Ontari - feeling a strange sense of belonging among them. Her fingers continued to stroke through Niylah's hair as she considered her next words carefully.
"Thank you," she said softly, her eyes meeting each of theirs in turn. "I... I want to learn. To be good at this, for Niylah and... and for anyone else who might choose to submit to me." Her cheeks flushed slightly at the implication of those final, almost accidental words. Something almost unfathomable not weeks ago, (but was it really, a voice whispered in her head, reminding her of her daydreams when she masturbated on the Ark and Earth alike) but she held their gazes steadily.
Lexa's eyes sparkled with approval and something deeper, hungrier and less civilized, and Clarke would swear she saw something like desire and interest and hope shining there. "We will teach you, Klark. All of us. There is much to learn about dominance and submission, about pleasure and power. We will teach you about who you can be, who you are meant to be, and you will teach us in return."
Clarke wasn't sure what she could possibly teach this group of experienced, worldly women, but she didn't have the opportunity to ask before an attendant (cum staining her hair and a slight limp in her step, her thin and sheer roman-esque tunic long lost to reveal a soft, well-endowed body) approached and bowed.
"Heda, Chosen, Honored Guest and Companions." she said softly, voice raspy for some reason, neatly taking all of their attention. "The celebrations have begun in earnest, and you have all received many invitations."
"No, Leah. Send polite refusals back, the same as every other year, and send word to the palace. We will be returning shortly, and I want attendants ready to help us bathe. You will also send guards to Niylah kom Trikru's place in the market and retrieve her personal belongings. They are to be transferred to Klark's rooms in the palace." Lexa shook her head with a wry note to her voice, and Clarke wasn't so distracted by the realization that Niylah would be sleeping in her room to miss the implication that people often tried to get Lexa to sleep with them ('invitations' could hardly mean anything else, in this context) only to be refused every time.
A deep, animalistic part of Clarke was very, very pleased to hear it. Oddly enough, that same part of her had no objection whatsoever to the knowledge that Lexa had just had sex with Costia and done…something sexual with Ontari at the same time. Perhaps it was the subconscious awareness that the three of them were supposedly intended to be her wives, but Clarke firmly and consciously suppressed that thought even as she noted the ring of truth it held. And the part that remarked the she found the idea of the three of them having sex to be intensely erotic, which was also mumbling it's disappointment that she hadn't been able to watch them and Niylah at the same time.
The rest of her was paralyzed by the rest of what Lexa had said. Not only was she accepting Clarke's claim on Niylah, but she was making arrangements for the submissive to move into the palace. It was a stark reminder of her new status and the power she now wielded, even if only over this one young woman. Able to dictate her living arrangements, and expected to do so. She looked down at Niylah, still nestled against her chest, and felt a surge of protectiveness.
"Niylah," she murmured quietly. "is that alright with you? Moving into the palace?"
Niylah lifted her head, her eyes shining with emotion and a hint of tears. "Yes, domina. Nothing would make me happier than to be by your side. Your home is mine, now."
Clarke smiled, placing a gentle kiss on Niylah's forehead before kissing away the moisture on her eyes. "Then it's settled."
As the attendant bowed and left to carry out Lexa's orders, Clarke turned her attention to the Commander, still close so very close to them, close enough that Clarke wouldn't likely have to work hard to reach out and kiss her…but she didn't dare. As much as she wanted to, and God did she want to in that moment, they had even less of a relationship than she and Niylah had had.
"Back to the palace, then?" she asked, before looking down at her sweaty, cum-stained dress, crumpled as it was beneath Niylah's body. "I'm…not looking forward to putting that back on, I'll be honest. I don't care how dirty we all got."
Lexa's lips curved into an amused smile. "No need to worry about that, Clarke. We have robes prepared for just such occasions. Most would be happy to roam the city naked on a night like tonight, but given our respective positions…" She trailed off and gestured to Costia, who nodded and slipped away, returning moments later with several long, silken robes.
As Costia handed out the robes, Clarke gently nudged Niylah to sit up. The submissive blonde did so reluctantly, clearly enjoying the closeness they had shared, but slipping back into her previous position kneeling beside the seat all the same. Clarke stood, letting her soiled dress fall to the floor before accepting one of the robes from Costia. The silk felt cool and smooth against her skin as she slipped it on, sighing in relief.
Niylah looked up at Clarke with attentive eyes. "May I help you tie your robe, domina?"
Clarke nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, you may, Niylah. Thank you."
Niylah rose gracefully to her feet, her hands moving with practiced ease as she adjusted Clarke's robe, tying the sash securely around her waist, her expression intent as she went about her task with a focus that would have seemed almost strange for such a benign activity, if Clarke hadn't started to realize that it wasn't benign to her submissive. Her fingers lingered for a moment, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles, before she stepped back, her eyes downturned.
"Thank you." Clarke murmured again, her hand reaching out to cup Niylah's cheek. The blonde leaned into the touch, a soft smile playing on her lips, pressing a kiss to Clarke's thumb as it brushed across them gently.
Lexa watched the interaction with approval, her own robe already in place and clinging to her every incredible curve, looking no less beautiful nor regal despite the unkempt hair tumbling around her shoulders, clinging to sweat-soaked skin, lips swollen from kissing. "You're a natural, Clarke," she said, her voice warm. "Now, shall we return to the palace? I believe we could all use a good bath and some rest."
Clarke nodded, suddenly feeling the weight of the night's activities settle over her. "Yes, a bath sounds wonderful." she agreed, her hand dropping from Niylah's cheek to intertwine their fingers.
As they made their way out of the room, Clarke couldn't help but notice the state of disarray around them. The room was mostly empty now, save for a few attendants cleaning up and the occasional couple still lost in their own world of pleasure. She blushed, remembering how public her own activities had been, but found that she didn't regret it, as strange as that was. Whether it had to do with the passion of the moment, how utterly acceptable it was in this new world she lived in, or as a way to rebel against the staid strictures of the Ark, she didn't know…but she definitely didn't regret it, regardless of the explanation.
The cool night air was a welcome relief as they stepped outside. Clarke took a deep breath, letting it clear her head a little. Lexa led the way, with Costia and Ontari flanking her. Clarke and Niylah followed close behind, Niylah a half step behind and to the side of her newly-minted domme.
As they walked through the streets of Polis, Clarke couldn't help but marvel at how different everything felt. The streets were alive with celebration, people dancing, drinking, and engaging in various acts of intimacy without shame or reservation, a chorus of pleasure echoing around, below, and above the music and the other sounds of the city. It was a far cry from the rigid structure of the Ark, or even the respectful, deferential atmosphere she was used to from the Skybox.
"Is it always like this?" she asked, her voice a mix of awe, arousal, and curiosity.
Lexa glanced back at her, a small smile playing on her lips. "Not always, no, though I'm sure you're well aware by now that we are freer with such things than your own people seem to have been. On festival nights, and during Conclaves, we embrace that philosophy even more firmly."
Lexa led them through the bustling streets, her presence parting the crowds effortlessly. Clarke couldn't help but be impressed by the way people reacted to their Commander - with reverence and respect, but also with genuine affection. It was clear that Lexa was loved by her people, and from everything Clarke had seen of the other girl, it was well deserved.
As they approached the palace, Clarke felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. This would be her home now, at least for the foreseeable future. A home she would share with her new lover, and she reached out to take Niylah's hand in her own, something the thrallina seemed only too happy to facilitate.
The palace guards snapped to attention as they approached, bowing deeply to Lexa…no, to the group as a whole, she realized with a shake of her head, and she marveled briefly at the realization that all this time, as she had come and gone from the palace in her strength-building excursions, they had been bowing to her as well and not only whomever she was with. But maybe she shouldn't be surprised by that. She was an honored guest of their Heda, after all, staying at her invitation within her own palace and accompanied everywhere by the people closest to her. Just like the Ark, just like the Skybox, she was a person of consequence to the grounders…and they didn't even know who she was yet.
Inside, the palace was a flurry of activity, attendants rushing two and fro, carrying out their duties with speed and skill in equal measure, and Clarke shook her head again. She didn't know if she had simply been oblivious or if Lexa had kept things calm during those first days of her recovery, but this organized, quick-moving chaos seemed nothing like the rest of her time here.
"Heda, Niylah kom Trikru's personal belongings have been taken to domina Klark's rooms, as you commanded, and the handmaidens are awaiting you in the baths." an older woman, probably closer to her mother's age than most of the people Klark had seen around the palace, greeted them with a bow as they crossed the threshold, and Clarke's eyes widened as Lexa hummed in satisfaction and led their group towards the royal baths. She had expected something smaller in her rooms, like most nights, but it seemed Lexa had very different ideas, and her heart skipped a beat.
Bathing together? With Lexa, Costia, Ontari, and Niylah? The thought sent a shiver of excitement and nervousness through her body, the thought of such an intimacy as that, especially one that she was fully aware of, unlike their mutual sexual experiences not an hour ago.
A wall of steam and warmth greeted them as they entered the baths, and what felt like small army of attendants (eight, in fact) dressed in the same thin, near-sheer, sensual garments that had been worn by those at the stadium stood ready with oils and soaps.
Lexa turned to the group, a small smile playing on her lips. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. The water will help soothe any lingering aches from our... activities."
Clarke watched as Lexa, Costia, and Ontari shed their robes without hesitation, revealing their bodies once again. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers playing with the tie of her own robe. Niylah, sensing her nervousness, stepped closer.
"May I assist you, domina?" she asked softly, her eyes seeking permission as much as her words were, and Clarke nodded in gratitude. It was easier to let her submissive remove that last protection from watching eyes than doing it herself, somehow.
Niylah's fingers deftly untied Clarke's robe, gently pushing it off her shoulders. As the silk pooled at her feet, Clarke felt a momentary flash of self-consciousness, but it quickly faded as she saw the admiring looks from the others. Lexa's gaze, in particular, seemed to linger, her eyes tracing the curves of Clarke's body with unmistakable appreciation.
"You are beautiful, Klark, and have no need to hide yourself away from anyone. Least of all us." Lexa said softly, her voice carrying nothing but sincerity and interest.
Clarke felt a blush creep up her neck at the compliment, taking note of the way Lexa had finished her reassurance and putting that mental note aside for later consideration and exploration. "Thank you. I appreciate it." she murmured, her eyes darting between Lexa and the others. She couldn't help but admire their bodies in return - Lexa's lithe strength, Costia's graceful curves, Ontari's toned musculature, and Niylah's softness.
Looking satisfied with that, Lexa made her way into the large, steaming pool, sinking into the water with a contented sigh, Ontari and Costia following suit, and Clarke hesitated for only a moment before joining them. The attendants descended on the lot of them, two young women making their way to each of their number save Niylah, and Clarke was about to frown in offense on her lover's part when Niylah accepted some supplies from one of the two girls that had approached Clarke.
"Honored guest, allow us to assist your thrallina in bathing you before bathing her in turn." the other said softly, bowing her head, and Clarke's eyes fell to her breasts as the increasingly-wet cloth she wore started to cling to them, making a soft noise of what was either approval or arousal. Taking it as the former, the servants and Niylah stepped forward to begin their efforts.
As Niylah and the attendants began to gently wash Clarke's body, she slowly felt herself relaxing into their touch. The warm water soothed her muscles, sore from a day of activity and recovery, never mind the sex, and the skilled hands working over her skin felt divine. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh of contentment, and her lips quirked faintly as it occurred to her that every day would be like this, if ALIE had her way and put Clarke on a throne. It was certainly a good argument on the helpful woman's part, everything else aside.
"Is this to your liking, domina?" Niylah asked softly after a few minutes, her fingers working shampoo into Clarke's hair.
"Mmm, yes." Clarke murmured, her eyes fluttering open to meet Niylah's gaze. "You're very good at this."
Niylah beamed at the praise, her movements becoming even more attentive as she continued her ministrations. The attendants, meanwhile, were more focused on washing Clarke's body, their mutual touch professional but not entirely devoid of sensuality. It was a strange thing, to feel them caressing her body, and in a flash of insight she realized that they were doing so in such a way to invite her to ask them for more sexual attention, while not crossing any boundaries of consent that might be present.
Clarke's eyes drifted across the bath, taking in the sight of the others being similarly attended to. Lexa sat regally as her attendants washed her, her eyes closed and a small smile playing on her lips. Costia and Ontari seemed equally relaxed, though Clarke noticed that Costia kept stealing glances at Lexa, her eyes filled with adoration, and she briefly wondered why the crimsonette wasn't helping the attendants wash her domina like Niylah was. Not that she would ask, of course, especially not this publicly.
The atmosphere was intimate but not overtly sexual, a comfortable closeness that Clarke found herself enjoying more than she expected, appealing as it did to a part of her that she hadn't known existed in the stifling atmosphere of the Ark. As Niylah's fingers massaged her scalp, Clarke felt the last of the tension from the day's events melting away. She could hear soft splashing and murmured conversations from the others, but for the moment, she was content to focus on the sensations of being pampered and let her mind drift without thought.
"Tell me, Klark," Lexa's voice broke through the peaceful silence after what seemed to be an eternity of gentle, innocent pleasure, her eyes opening to meet Clarke's. "How are you finding your time in Polis so far?"
Clarke considered the question for a moment, aware of all eyes on her. "It's very different from my home, but I think that is a very good thing. People can live their lives here, or at least it seems so to me. Your people have what they need to live good lives, and you obviously care for them. As for the city itself…" she shrugged slightly, breasts bobbing in the water, sending small wakes rippling out as she gathered her thoughts before continuing. "The city itself is beautiful. It's so alive, so vibrant. I never imagined that life on the ground could be like this. There's a sense of freedom here that I've never experienced before."
Lexa nodded, a pleased expression on her face. "I'm glad you're finding my city, and my people, to your liking. Our way of life may be different from what you're used to, but I believe it allows our people to truly live, not just survive. And you seem to suit this life well, so far."
"I can see that." Clarke agreed, her eyes drifting to Niylah for a moment. "The openness about pleasure and relationships is... refreshing. I don't know about suiting it, I'm too inexperienced to really know that, but I will certainly say I'm not adverse to it."
Ontari spoke up, her voice soft but curious, searching. "What was it like, where you came from? Were things very different?"
"Yes." the sudden weight, dark and sad, that hung on that word clearly startled many in the room, several of the attendants even pausing in their ministrations to look over at her with wide eyes, and Clarke grimaced as she realized she had abruptly and nigh-on-brutally brought the mood down in the face of an innocent, friendly question.
"I…tonight was a wonderful night, a beautiful and sweet night full of pleasure and happiness. Let's end on the same note, and leave a discussion that serious for another time. Please?" she finally requested as firmly as she could, which sadly wasn't very firmly at all.
Lexa's expression softened with understanding. "Of course, Klark. We can discuss such matters another time. For now, let us enjoy this moment of peace and relaxation."
Clarke nodded gratefully, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. She didn't want to think about the Ark right now, didn't want to remember the constant struggle for survival, the harsh laws, and the crushing weight of responsibility that had been placed on her shoulders. Here, in this warm bath surrounded by beautiful women who seemed to genuinely care for her wellbeing, she could allow herself to simply be.
"Thank you." she murmured, her eyes meeting Lexa's. There was a depth of emotion there, lurking in the Commander's gaze, that made Clarke's heart skip a beat, and the connection lasted for a long, long moment before breaking as Lexa looked over at one of the attendants.
"Some music, I think, Tayla. Few things are better than a warm bath and massages accompanied by fine music." she ordered, and the pall that had started to descend vanished. Within minutes, idle chatter and friendly jests flowed back and forth beneath the sweet chords of the summoned musicians, and Clarke let her troubles wash away…if only for the rest of the night.