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Clarke had just stepped into the tent when Lexa hit her, shoving her forward onto her hands and knees, then dropping beside her, putting a hand to the back of her neck and shoving her face into the dirt. "Fucking me at the grand table in the middle of a feast-day?"

"You didn't seem so torn up about it at the time…" Clarke reasoned.

Lexa gave her an extra little push into the dirt. Clarke had a feeling this wouldn't be one of their nights together where they held hands. Or made eye contact.

Moving behind Clarke, Lexa wrenched her pants down her legs. "Now it's my turn. And I'm going to make you scream so loud the entire camp will know I've deigned to give you pleasure."

Clarke smiled up at her. "Bring it on."

Lexa ripped Clarke's panties down. "First, you have to be punished. I'm told that on the Ark, bad little girls received slaps on their bottom to teach them. You were a very bad little girl, Clarke."

Lexa stared at Clarke's ass a moment, just enjoying the sight of her bubble butt in its natural state. It was a shame Clarke had been so naughty. Lexa would quite enjoy just playing with it for an hour or two as she kissed Clarke, as she sucked her breasts, or as they just curled up together.

But, judging from the way Clarke was wiggling it from side to side, Clarke was looking forward to Lexa's revenge as much as the Commander was.

Clarke squeaked as an incredibly sharp slap landed on her ass, nearly jogging her to the side. Another came the opposite way, sending a ripple through her supple cheeks; then Lexa put one steadying arm around Clarke's slender waist and used the other to deliver a barrage of stinging spanks to Clarke's ass, relentlessly changing its color from white to red. Clarke squealed as every inch of her ass was worked over, all of it transformed into an aching, throbbing mass.

But more than that, she felt the pain burning in her cunt. Lexa had been right to spank her. It was turning Clarke on, having Lexa treat her like this, take all the authority, all the power, and leave Clarke to only enjoy it. She could barely even feel the spanks now, just her sex getting hotter and hotter, her breath whipping out of her in heated gasps, Lexa's arm holding her as her punishment continued.

Then Clarke felt Lexa's hand whipping low, toward her cunt, and she whimpered as it stopped just short. Instead, Lexa felt at her groin, hand coming away wet and warm. She caressed Clarke's burning ass as she spoke. "So wet. Do you like being punished as much as you like being bad? That must work out well for you."

"Please, Lexa—my pussy…"

"What about it?" Lexa insisted, wetting her index finger in her mouth.

Clarke purred, "It needs you so bad."

"But I don't want your pussy. I'm bored by it. I want something else."

And Lexa thrust her finger into Clarke's anus, Clarke trying desperately not to scream as she moved her ass away from the sudden penetration, but Lexa followed her, thrusting in hard, even viciously, making sure her finger was enclosed in the warm grip of her ass. Clarke gave in, held still as Lexa pushed all the way in, right to the palm of her hand, the muscles of Clarke's ass clenching shut but unable to expel her.

Clarke's legs were trembling. "Oh God… it hurts… feels like you're in my stomach…"

"Had enough?" Lexa demanded, through the hand still around Clarke's body stroked at her stomach, asking if she truly wanted to stop.

"No… it feels good…" Clarke smiled shakily. "It feels so good…"

Lexa twisted her finger slowly to the right, slowly to the left. Clarke's mouth fell open, her eyes wide as she tried to process what she was feeling, but not a peep came from her. Lexa scowled in disappointment. She meant to keep her promise. Perhaps her people could not know of her feelings for Clarke, but they would damn sure know that Clarke was hers. As would the girl herself…

Clarke's muscles tightened, relaxed, Lexa's finger now rolling inside her free and easy. Lexa began to push it in and out, dragging it almost to the ring of Clarke's anus, then thrusting it back in. That got Lexa a groan.

"Fuck me!" Clarke whispered, like that low voice was all her body could manage. She tried to rub her swollen clit against Lexa's dangling fingers. "Fuck me before I burn up!"

"Why should I?" Lexa asked.

Clarke forced her head to rise, staring over her shoulder. "Because I'm yours. Yours to use. Yours to please. All yours."

Lexa pulled her finger out and for a moment it seemed like Clarke would collapse. Lexa put her hands under Clarke's asscheeks—all that mattered was that they stayed high up and spread open for Lexa's use. Almost obediently, Clarke put her face to the ground and jutted her ass into the air.

Lexa pulled at her cheeks, spreading them far apart, smiled at how open her anus was. Her smile moved forward, into Clarke's ass, where a stiff tongue jabbed inside Clarke. Clarke felt clutching spasms all through her body, echoing her sphincter trying to close around Lexa's tongue. She cried out, straining her ass into Lexa's face.

"Yes!" Clarke moaned, no longer caring much if anyone heard them, if everyone heard them. "Lick my ass—oh God—that finger almost ripped my ass apart, now lick it and make it feel better—make me feel good—"

Lexa's chin was jammed against Clarke's groin, her nose pushed flat so she could go as far into Clarke as she could. She slashed her tongue around, Clarke clawing at the floor in pleasure, like the tongue was a whip Lexa was admonishing her with.

Lexa stopped momentarily, pulling out to kiss at Clarke's still-sore ass, then darting her tongue back between Clarke's cheeks. Clarke moaned outrageously—she steadied her head and shoulders on the ground as she waggled her ass in Lexa's face. Lexa was ravenous, even slapping at Clarke's ass as she ate it. Clarke closed her eyes. She couldn't understand how Lexa's licking could be so cool and soothing, yet make her feel so hot—

Lexa felt Clarke's convulsions on her tongue, the bloom of an orgasm beginning, and she dipped down to lick at Clarke's dripping cunt. Clarke blew into her first orgasm of the night. Her mouth was wide open.

Lexa had her scream.

Afterward, Lexa let her drop to the ground.

"I think… you made your point…" Clarke said breathlessly.

Lexa shook her head. "That was only one finger."


Abby saw Clarke the next morning. She was in Camp Jaha's drug locker. There was ointment in her hand.

"I fell off a horse," Clarke said.

Their eyes met. Clarke blushed. Abby sighed.

She took the ointment from Clarke, putting it back, pulling out another one. "This will do a better job."

Clarke nodded. It was possible she'd never felt more awkward than the way she did with Abby looking at her now. After what seemed like an eternity, she thought to mutter a thanks. You can leave, idiot, a voice screamed in her head, and she turned to go.

"Here." Abby handed her something. The name on the jar was long and had a lot of consonants. "So you won't need ointment next time."

Clarke laughed uneasily. "Will it help me stay on my horse?"

Abby looked away. "Maybe it'll help you sit down sometime this month."

Now Clarke left.

She had to see Raven. Together, maybe they could find a way to make Lexa pay for making her associate her mother with lube.