The Triumvirate

by secretkeeper0024

A short story of the triad. Complete.

The Triumvirate

General Anya is a powerful Alpha, second only to Heda, not only among the Trikru but of all of the clans, which is saying something because Heda Lexa is not only the dominant Alpha, she is a Prime Alpha.

Heda Lexa is the most formidable warrior and a compelling Heda of the Coalition, with absolute authority. No one can resist Lexa's power to compel submission, it is unmatched in intensity, capacity and specificity, also there is yet to be anyone who can compel her to submit.

Prime means different things to different people, but essentially she's the boss! It's twofold; she is the boss because people follow her (charisma) but also because she can make those few who resist, come to heel (might).

Then there is Clarke.

Within five generations floating in a precarious tin can the Arkers population has exploded and the already strained infrastructure is now showing indications of impending catastrophic failure - the most compelling failure is that of the oxygen systems. Everything was scarce on the Ark; food, clothing and entertainment. The only things that were not in short supply were rules and work.

Due to the fragile nature of the Ark society exacerbated by limited resources and limited room, other measures have been put in place to ensure the smooth running of social relationships - hence society as a whole. Population control measures have been steadily implemented including a one child policy for families and the death penalty for criminals, which in itself has been increasingly applied to more and more infringement types and with less discrimination and no mercy.

There is a clear social tier - the Chancellor at the top, followed by Council members, Alphas in general, Councillor's families, those with jobs crucial to the Ark functioning, guards, adults in general and Betas - these are considered full citizens of the Ark. Then there are children, Omegas and criminals. Obvious management of these categories served to make invisible the measures of control that were exerted over the general citizenry of the Ark, who could say "at least I am not like them,".

The age of dependence was raised to twenty five for a variety of reasons but all amounted to maximise Council control of the individual and to conserve resources. A minor at twenty four and three quarters was considered a dependent and their resources were considered only as part of their family of origin, they had not the right to vote or mate, but they did have the obligation to work.

Omegas are viewed as a social scourge for a variety of reasons; they produce children which is a problem, their heats provoke stimulation in Alpha citizens which leads directly to social disorder for which Omegas were blamed, and they are generally thought to be weak and unintelligent. It became routine to dose them with suppressants and birth control as a necessary measure for social control and apparently cohesion.

The management of criminals is clear, they are floated as soon as humanly possible, resources that used to be available for things like representation, hearings and trials were dispensed with long ago. Underage criminals are imprisoned until a review of their case at eighteen when they are floated almost without exception. Clarke is an underage Omega and a criminal. The bottom of the barrell. Her parents Jake and Abby Griffin are at the top of the tier being the leading authority in their respective fields - Jake is a Senior Environmental Engineer and Deputy Resource Officer, Abby is a Medical Doctor, Surgeon and the Chief Medical Officer. Both are members of the Ark Council and both are Alpha's.

There was considerable surprise across all quarters when their child was born Omega. Jake didn't mind at all and Abby simply squared her jaw and raised her chin in defiance of the world - if she had to have an Omega daughter, then she would be the most Alpha like of all Omegas, strong and intelligent with a career in the medical field and a place on the Ark Council.

But like all best laid plans - they went to hell! It could not have been predicted.

This is a short story, a snapshot of the dynamics of the three.

The Triumvirate

Chapter One

Clarke and Lexa had been out riding and had returned to Lexa and Anya's quarters. Lexa poured two glasses of wine and they went out onto the balcony to enjoy the breeze and watch the hustle and bustle of Polis Markets, which never gets old.

"I just love it here, Lexa, this is freedom. Look at this view, this great city - it's all been worth it. Everything. Sol con, the hardship, the conflict… everything, for this moment."

Lexa watched Clarke, the happiness in her blue eyes, the radiant smile at her mouth, her beautiful blonde hair flying away in the wind. She reached out two fingers just to tuck the wispy tendrils behind her ear when Clarke happened to turn her head. She saw the look of desire in Lexa's eyes and for one moment she wanted to be that girl.

She didn't want to be the girl who was wanted by the best friend, or the girl chased by a desperate guy who had no idea who she was at all, outside of his own fantasy. She wanted to be the girl who was valued and desired by a smart, sexy, strong woman. And she wanted to pretend, for one tiny moment that that woman didn't already belong to someone else.

Clarke leaned forward and closed her eyes, certain that Lexa would pull away but hoping that she wouldn't. Her lips were brushed by warm, soft lips, she felt Lexa's breath on her cheek and it took hers away. She kissed her back and felt Lexa's hands take her waist, it was heaven, for a moment, her one tiny moment.

She was suddenly aware of something, she wasn't sure what, but when she pulled back and looked around she saw Anya coming in the front door. Clarke panicked, she stepped back, wiped her mouth as though she could wipe away the guilt, her eyes were on her feet.

"Sorry, I just remembered…"

"Clarke," Lexa said, reaching out. Clarke snatched her arm away violently before contact could be achieved, as though Lexa's skin was poison.

She stepped inside, from the balcony and placed her glass on the table,

"Hiya Clarke, ha yu?"
"I have to go, sorry," said Clarke, altogether too loudly, and stalking past her, eyes still on the ground, she yanked the door open and ran through it.

"Clarke?" Anya called after her.

"What did you do, Lexa?"

"We kissed and you came in and she ran away."

"You kissed?"

"Sha."

"Did you crash her teeth?"

"What? No."

"Did you use too much tongue?"

"Anya."

"Alright. alright!" said Anya, laughing, "How long should we leave her?"

"Come on," Lexa kissed Anya's cheek and opened the door for her.

The guard indicated that Clarke took the elevator, so they hopped in and rode it to the ground floor, where another guard pointed to the internal Polis Tower garden. They stepped through together and saw her at the far end, she was holding her hand under the water display, letting the water pass through her fingers.

"Clarke?" said Anya softly.

"Look, I'm sorry, I just got carried away in the moment, it was stupid. Totally my fault."

"Clarke?" she tried again.

"Oh god, this is so mortifying. One moment I was so happy and now I am just so stupid."

"You are not stupid, Clarke," Lexa tugged her arm to face them.

"I can't look at you, either of you." Clarke brought her hands up to cover her face,

"We have been waiting, hoping you would return our feelings for a long time," offered Lexa,

"What?" said Clarke, who's utter astonishment made it possible for her to abandon her humiliation.

"We have been falling in love with you since we met you," said Anya.

"You have talked about this? Together? About me?"

"Of course, Clarke, Lexa and I talk about everything,"

"So you're okay, about me kissing your mate?"
"Sha, Clarke,"

"So, like, you have an open relationship?"

"Open relationship?" asked Lexa

"Yeah, you sleep with other people?"

"No, Clarke, this isn't about sex and other people, this is about you, and us," replied Anya.

"We hod yu in, Clarke," Lexa said, trying to explain, to reassure her.

"Oh this is so confusing," said Clarke.

"No, this is simple. You have feelings for Lexa. And you have feelings for me. And, we both have feelings for you."

"But you're both Alphas?"

"How is that important?"

"Well how would it work?"

"Sex?"

"Well, yeah."

"However we want it to. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Clarke,"

"Sha, of course, our love is based on our friendship, we value you, we like you, we want more of you, but only more of what we all like, what feels good," Anya explained.

"Oh,"

"But it's more than that, Clarke, we would like you to become part of us, to belong to us, and we to belong to you," Lexa added.

"You want to mate with me?"

"Sha, Clarke, if you feel the same, very much," Lexa was finally feeling like they were understanding each other.

"I thought you were coming down to say that I had broken your trust or,"

"Clarke, this is a prime alpha." said Anya, putting her hand on Lexa's chest, "You can't make her do anything she doesn't want to do,"

"I know, but it wasn't right,"

"Then that is our fault, we should have said something sooner, but we thought it was not the right time, you just came to the ground, there was so much happening."

"And we wanted you to know that we really care about you, not just sex,"

"Is this something you might want, with us?"
"Well yeah, of course, I just didn't know, I still don't know…"

"Why don't you come back, we can just be together, have some food, it doesn't have to be anything now, no hurry."

Chapter Two

They rode the elevator back up in friendly silence, walked across the hall and through the apartment door, Lexa gave orders for food and wine to be sent up for the three of them. Anya propped the balcony doors open to let the cool evening breeze through and began taking out her braids, shaking them out, letting the wind catch at her hair, it was oddly domestic.

Clarke sat on the couch feeling at once both nervous and comfortable. For her this situation was anything but normal, but Anya and Clarke had taken it in their stride - nothing even to discuss, apparently! On the Ark this situation would have been a deal breaker; Anya would have iced Clarke out completely at the very least and demanded a very heavy penance from Lexa, the least of which was that she would neer look at or speak to Clarke ever again.

But here they were, inviting her back for dinner, Anya doing her hair and Lexa pouring wine like it was any other night, and Clarke had ricocheted from ecstatic, to devastated, to normal and didn't quite know how to process it. She was relieved that she hadn't caused any real upset in her friend's relationship and very happy that not only did they both still consider her a valued friend but that they were also both romantically interested in her - and more, wanted to pursue that!

Lexa passed Clarke a glass over her shoulder, and as she withdrew her hand she caressed her arm, just a little pat, a rub, a sort of graze. She took a glass over to Anya and kissed her cheek. Clarke didn't see it, but she was aware of the bodies in the room, of Lexa's movement, she heard the kiss, she remembered Lexa's lips on hers, Clarke wanted more. It was like what she wanted was right there, she was so close all she had to do was reach out and ask for it, but the standing up, the formulating of words seemed an impossibly huge task.

She stood up and went to them, they accepted her immediately, easily. Anya wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled Clarke in, Lexa wrapped an arm around Clarke's shoulder and kissed her temple, bringing her in close. Anya spoke softly,

"Are you okay, Clarke?"

"Yes, I think so."

"You are very welcome here. With us, in our home, anywhere we are. You are wanted and cared for, more than you could know."

"Yes, Clarke," Lexa nodded sincerely.

Clarke didn't know what to say, she wasn't used to receiving such sentiments. They were genuine people, she knew that much, their words were simple yet comprehensive, conveying their feelings.

"Can I kiss you, Clarke?" Anya asked.

"Yeah," Clarke's mouth had gone suddenly dry at the thought.

Anya kissed her lips, so slowly, so gently, it was as though time had slowed way down. Clarke was not all that experienced but this was not the awkward, groping attempts of a nervous boy or the persistent, uncoordinated advances of a horny young man. This was a sophisticated, experienced, sexy woman, whose primary intention was to provide pleasure rather than seeking it and Clarke literally felt like she was floating.

Lexa leaned forward and kissed her neck, they kept it light, they were giving Clarke plenty of outs but she didn't take them. Lexa kissed along her jawline and when Clarke turned her head to receive her kiss, Anya kissed her way along the other side of Clarke's jaw, up her neck and her ear. Although their hands were on Clarke' arms and around her waist and shoulders, they remained light and clear of erogenous zones, they were simply enjoying getting to know her in this new way.

A knock came at the door and Clarke jumped as though she had been shocked with electricity. Lexa and Clarke's first priority was to ensure that Clarke was okay and to reassure her that she had nothing to worry about. The interruption disturbed them all from the deliciously intoxicating moment, Anya stepped away to open the door and Lexa moved to clear the table, Clarke could not help but move to conceal herself in some way, or her involvement at least, lest she be seen in a compromising position by warriors or someone delivering a meal.

When they were alone again, Lexa spoke,

"Clarke, I am Heda, when Anya says you are welcome here, you need fear no one's judgement about being here, or what we do here together. The staff will say nothing, and whilst they may be surprised at first they want only our happiness."

"Okay," Clarke nodded, but she was clearly still nervous, she downed her wine in an effort to find some relief from her anxious, neurotic state.

The time it took for the meal to be brought in, placed on the table and the door shut again, was too long for Clarke, too long for her to be out of the arms of these two amazing women.

"Um, just wondering if that can wait?" she said, pointing to the meal.

"Did you have something else in mind, Skai Prisa?"

"Please don't tease me, my saying that just cost me my last confidence,"

Lexa took her in her arms immediately and Anya realised that Clarke really was in a state.

"Moba, Clarke. Thank you for being here with us, you should know how happy it makes us to simply be with you. We are in no hurry for things to be sexual," said Anya, regretting her ill timed joke.

"I really want to, I just… I haven't been with anyone before, and there are two of you and,"

"Let us take care of you," said Lexa, in her ear, Anya held her from behind and Clarke's knees felt weak, she wanted so much to be taken care of, but it was very difficult to trust,

"Please," she half whispered.

Lexa answered her request with a passionate kiss, and Anya was ready the moment their lips parted. They kissed Clarke until she was beside herself, they held her, traced her skin with their fingers and when she wanted more she simply began shrugging out of her jacket, Lexa caught hold of the back of it and placed it over the back of a chair.

"Shall we take you to bed, Clarke? We are completely here for you, you have no need to worry about us," says Anya, nuzzling into her neck.

"Absolutely, this time is only for you, if you want us?" said Lexa,

"Yes." Clarke felt like she was in a dream, a fantasy, they made it easy to say yes.

Anya picked Clarke up and carried her to the bed, they started with the removal of her boots then they laid down either side of her and kissed her thoroughly, they opened the top of her trousers, unbuttoned her shirt and kissed her skin from her waist to her ears. Even though it was evident that Clarke was entirely happy with proceedings, they still waited for Clarke to make the next move.

She finally began taking her shirt off, "And yours," she said, looking from one to the other, they obliged. The moment Clarke's torso was bare Lexa and Anya kissed her all over, ran their hands all over her body, they licked, kissed and sucked her skin, her nipples, her neck. Clarke finally gave herself up to her desire. She couldn't wait any more, and began pushing her trousers down, Anya got to her knees and pulled them down her legs and off, Lexa's hands were all over Clarke's body and her mouth was on Clarke's.

Anya fingers wandered up her legs and they parted willingly, Lexa and Anya growled, they could smell Clarke's desire, her arousal,

"Clarke, you smell so good,"

"Can we touch you? Taste you?"

"Please,"

Lexa and Anya took turns going down on Clarke, sometimes they went down on her together, sometimes they stopped to kiss each other and when Clarke growled at them for keeping her waiting they grinned and got back to it. Then they used their fingers to fuck her and when Clarke had enjoyed several orgasms and had begged them to stop, they fluffed up her pillows, brought the furs up around her, brought her water, wine and food to the bed and cared for her.

When Clarke finally recovered, she became aware that Anya and Lexa still had their pants on,

"Oh, I want to see what's going on down there, come on?" she began playfully tugging at their pants.

"Clarke, we were serious, this time is for you, you can look and you can watch, but that's all,"

"I can watch? Oh that's exciting,"

"Anya? You want to show Clarke what's going on down there?"

"Sha, Lexa," They stood up and peeled off their trousers and Clarke's eyeballs were as round as they could go.

"Oh um, wow, that's…"

Anya and Lexa started laughing at her response.

"You want to watch?"

"Oh yeah, I really do,"

They began kissing, kissed each other's lips, necks, breasts, their erections became prominent, they began touching each other there as well. Anya pushed Lexa back on the bed and went to her knees, taking her mate's cock into her mouth,

"Anya, uh, sha," Lexa moved Anya's hair to one side so she could watch the artist at work,

"Gods, Anya."

Clarke crawled down the bed and began kissing Lexa, touching her breasts, it didn't take long for Lexa to come and then she dragged Anya onto the bed and rolled over on top of her, she kissed her way down Anya's body and returned the favour. Clarke enjoyed kissing Anya, touching her breasts, and loved it when they made each other come, it was totally hot.

Chapter Three

Three naked bodies pressed together, limbs intertwined, hair all mussed up together. One pair of eyes opened, beautiful clear ocean blue eyes, blinking against the strong morning sunlight. Clarke took a long slow deep breath remembering exactly where and with whom she was sleeping and the reason she was feeling absolutely wonderful - all over.

Two amazing women, beautiful, clever, caring women put their own desires and needs on hold to pleasure her, to love her and make her feel safe as she opened her heart and her body for the very first time. They held her, kissed and caressed her entire body for hours asking nothing in return, they let her set the pace and were perfectly prepared to pause or stop at any moment.

They had complimented her eyes, her hair, her skin, the way she looked, the way she moved and the way she sounded. They enjoyed the way she smelled and tasted and the sounds she made apparently turned them on. They told her over and over how much they enjoyed her company, how much she meant to them, how they cared about her and only wanted to make her feel safe and happy.

And Clarke was happy! She had felt so perfectly happy in that moment on the balcony with Lexa yesterday, and then she experienced an awful terrible loss, a sense of fear, shame and self loathing. But Anya and Lexa had lifted her out of that, coaxed her back into their world of acceptance, of joy, of giving and receiving - of loving. With minimal movement, she looked from one to the other.

Anya was the older and the taller of the two, she had long brown hair, braided with sun bleached ends and beautiful brown eyes, the colour of chocolate. Anya was a less serious character, she was relaxed with a dry, sarcastic wit, she was flirty, fun and laughed frequently but there was no mistaking that she couldn't draw a line and defend it, if need be. Lexa's eyes were a deep forest green, her hair was darker and longer, flowing freely down her back, but for a few braids at the side to keep it out of her face. Lexa was more clever than all three of them put together, she was serious, philosophical, and felt things deeply.

They were a well matched couple, neither so similar nor so different that it was difficult to imagine them together. They had been mated for five years or so but had known each other far longer, they were close without being too handsy behind closed doors and working professionals out in the world. It was Anya who first met Clarke; she had been sent to observe their group, then to negotiate a ceasefire, then to annihilate them, but somehow throughout the trying to kill each other and the saving of each other's lives, Anya began to see something in the feisty young woman from another world.

During Anya's verbal reports and updates it became clear that she was at the very least attracted to Clarke, Lexa asked her directly and Anya explained her feelings for Clarke and they discussed it. Later when Lexa met Clarke herself, she was surprised to find that she was also intrigued by the young woman who was driven by a sense of duty to lead her people, to protect them and to secure a peaceful outcome for them. Her drive to defend her people empowered Clarke to withstand her initial intimidation of Heda, who was impressed by Clarke's humanity - she was not unsympathetic to the plight of Lexa's people. Lexa could easily understand Anya's attraction to Clarke, and she began to experience feelings of her own.

But before anything else could be considered, peace had to be achieved and maintained. Lexa and Anya had developed a working relationship with Clarke which quickly turned to friendship, they appreciated her qualities, they understood her position, they supported her. Clarke's situation was complicated and precarious, both within her group and outside. The couple enjoyed caring for Clarke, relished her wonderful personality, her energy, Anya even flirted with her a little to which Clarke was completely oblivious, despite experiencing her own attraction to each of them, to which she was also oblivious. She probably would have figured it out had she had a moment in which she was not contemplating her death, or the death of someone she cared about.

When Lexa and Anya returned to Polis, they invited Clarke to join them and made a luxurious suite available to her on their floor in the tower. With Anya she had been learning to defend herself, Anya was always teasing and flirty, lots of light hearted laughter and with Lexa, their connection was more intellectual and emotional. It was an exciting and rewarding combination for Clarke as well, she had not suspected their romantic interest in her until yesterday, and then last night they had opened her eyes, her body and her mind to a whole new possibility.

But her wonderful orgasms were hours ago, and she had woken up feeling unusually amorous. She looked down their long lean bodies to the part of them she knew less well, their dicks. They had been true to their word about last night being about her, letting them take care of her, she had been allowed to watch them please each other but she not been expected, or allowed, to please them.

She had never seen a penis up close before and certainly not erect. Working in medical gave one some biological knowledge but not enough to give one any sort of confidence about working with such fine specimens as the ones before her. She had reluctantly felt Finn's boner pressed up against her leg several times as he chased her around the drop ship and literally tried to hump her leg begging for her attention. Clarke was happy she had waited for something as special as these two - women, not dicks!

She wanted to touch them, taste them, she wanted to please her new partners and she wanted to be pleased again, herself, her body was really being quite persistent this morning. Clarke slid down the bed as smoothly as she could, her plan was to surprise them by copying what she remembered them doing to each other last night. She took one in each hand and began tugging lightly, she swirled her tongue around the head of one and then popped it into her mouth, sucked and felt it grow hard.

"Oh Clarke, that feels so good," whined Lexa, Clarke could almost hear Anya's eye's snap open, and she turned her head to take Anya's dick into her mouth, performing the same routine,

"Oh that is really good," cooed Anya. Clarke felt their fingers in her hair and heard them kissing and moaning, it turned her on even more, there was a pulsing in her clit and she could feel the dampness grow between her thighs.

"Mmmm, this is delicious," she growled and increased her tugging intensity, moving from the base to the tip, incorporating a slight twist, she licked and sucked and compared the taste of each, it's like their base scent, they were really quite similar, but with different highlights and it was very morish. Their hands moved to her breasts and her growling kicked up a notch, the vibrations of which improved their sensation.

"Would you mind taking over? I want to join in." Clarke opened her legs and began masturbating, Lexa and Anya got to their knees to watch and starting jerking off,

"That is so hot,"

"Sha, very sexy,"

Clarke moved her mouth from one cock to the other whilst Anya and Lexa kissed each other passionately and caressed Clarke's breasts and nipples.

"Can you, do you think you could come on my stomach? I want to feel it, I want to see it, the idea is turning me on so much."

"Sha, we can,"

"Oh, what she means is, oh, that we would love to,"

"Sha, we would, oh,"

Later, "You are both, um, very well endowed, and um, I'm just wondering if I am going to be able to, like accommodate…"

"You want to know if we will fit inside you?"

"Yeah?"

"Sha, Clarke, we will fit. But, again, there is no rush, if you don't want that's fine, too,"
"Oh she will want them both when her heat comes," said Anya, laughing.

"I haven't had a heat yet."

"Really? Why not?"

"They have us on suppressants and birth control from a very early age,"

"What is suppressants and, and control whatever?"

"Heat suppressants suppress my hormonal cycles meaning that I don't have a heat, it's to prevent my pheromones from distressing Alphas, you know, and disrupting life on the Ark. And I have a birth control implant here in my arm, it prevents my ovaries from releasing eggs so that I cannot get pregnant,"

Lexa and Anya look at each other,

"I am so sorry about that, Clarke," said Lexa, sadly.

"That's, unbelievable, actually," Anya seemed more angry than sad.

"Why?"

"Distressed alphas? Who can't control their urges? Is that what they teach you on the Ark?"

"Well yeah, because of the heat pheromones and slick,"

"That's just not true, Clarke," said Lexa, almost in disbelief.

"Alpha's can control themselves," Anya explained.

"Oh, well…" Clarke didn't know what to think.

"That's a story people tell to justify bad behaviour," Anya was keen to help Clarke understand.

"Really?"

"Can you imagine us getting home for dinner and saying, 'sorry we're late, we just had to rape some omega's because, you know, it was their fault?'"

"Oh," Clarke simply looked shocked and confused. She had never really thought all that much about it, that was just the narrative, but the words 'rape' and 'omega' impacted Clarke and made her feel disturbed and uncomfortable.

"Clarke, last night, we made love to you for hours, we were turned on but we controlled ourselves."

"What about your ruts, though?"

"It's possible for alpha's to manage their ruts alone, Lexa's first rut she spent alone by choice."

"Oh, unmated Alpha's on the Ark are provided with partners to help them through their rut."

"Forced prostitution?" Anya was clearly passionate about the topic.

"I don't know,' said Clarke quietly.

"So, Clarke, when we said you are totally safe with us, you still thought that in the future, during ruts and heats, we would hurt you?" asked Lexa, thinking things through more deeply.

"I know you wouldn't mean to,"

"That's shocking," said Anya, shaking her head in utter disbelief.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know,"

"It is the Ark who should apologise to you Clarke, that you should live thinking rape is an inevitabile part of your future."

"Sha, and that it is your fault," added Anya.

"We value omegas here. Violence against an omega of this nature warrants a death sentence."

"Even compelling an omega to submit is 100 lashes of the whip,"

Clarke looked, and felt, stunned. She had been compelled to submit her entire life; alpha's, adults, students, guards, teachers, assholes passing by, those on the council, even her own mother made her submit when she couldn't win her point through logic. Clarke's father had never needed to resort to such methods, on the odd occasion that he and Clarke actually disagreed, he could always make his point rationally and as long as Clarke had heard him, he didn't need her to agree or submit.

Chapter Four

High, low, high, low, Clarke's mood kept swinging, it seemed, sensitive and reactive to external stimuli. She wanted to avoid her thoughts and feelings and she was unable to extend her sexual sojourn both because she had to pee and because she felt the need to rest her sexual organs. After morning sex, a nap, making out, a shower and breakfast, Clarke was completely fine, physically. She was in some sort of delicious post coital fog. But emotionally, not so much.

That conversation was nagging at the edges of her mind, threatening to overcome Clarke's efforts to ignore it and its accompanying complications that seemed to have displaced something within her. The vague notion of the Ark's rape culture and their collective demonising of her biology, and the medically 'adjustments' that had been applied to her body without her consent for the purpose of social cohesion was devestating. Further, her own mother was on the council and was the medical doctor who had regularly, no, always supplied her suppressants and birth control.

Shitty timing for such a realisation, Clarke had only just been through the wringer getting together with Lexa and Anya. She had finally stopped jumping through the roof at every little sound, had finally accepted that they really did want her and then learned to trust them enough to finally lose her virginity. Now she was having some sort of new emotional crisis about rape and Omegas. She needed to get out, try to out run this thing and if nothing else - keep her toxic dysfunction far away from Anya and Lexa.

"I might go down to the market. I need some time, alone." Jesus she thought, with one hand she was trying to conceal her defectiveness but with the other she was waving a huge red flag!

"Sha, Clarke," replied Lexa, trying to play it cool.

"Of course, Skai Prisa," said Anya, trying to assess what being alone might signal, in this context.

They whispered amongst themselves whilst Clarke dressed.

"She can't go without guards, Lexa!"

"No, of course, I will order them to stay well back,"

"Good. She will need money, too"

"I have some here she can use,"

"Do you think she is alright?"

"I don't know. But we should follow her lead,"

"I will see you both back here for dinner?" Clarke asked.

Anya handed her the money pouch and Lexa opened the door for her, she gave each a kiss on the cheek and a brave smile and forced herself out into the world. The women watched her go wondering what could be the problem.

Clarke walked from stall to stall, she kept her eyes down and only nodded in reply to greetings and salutations. She wandered all around, walked through gardens and sat on a brick wall. She stared at the Ambassadors Coalition Building, it was enormous, all clean lines and symmetry, she watched as horses were brought from the back to the front, well dressed people mounted and rode off. Supplies were taken in and people bustled about.

She felt empty when she should have felt full. Full of new experiences, full of love from Lexa and Anya and full of love for them. Full of happiness, hope, excitement… And when she wanted to be close to them, in their company, she had chosen to take herself off, to be alone. She was five minutes into the most important relationship/s in her life and she was already fucking it up. But rather than cut her losses and go back and explain she decided to push on and that annoyed her as well.

Nearby some children were playing which caught her attention and she watched their game, it appeared to be more about the making of endless, exacting rules covering endless contingencies than the actual playing of the game but the children were occupied and content. She wandered the paths that guided her around various gardens, she wandered around the temple, perceiving how the ancient structure had been more recently fortified - the old processes and materials mixing with the new. Clarke began to feel hungry.

She pulled herself to her feet and followed the competing aromas fighting for her attention, she bought flamed seared meat on a stick, she ate some noodles while she watched some fruit being diced with yoghurt and honey drizzled over the top, she ate some of that as well. There were roasted nuts, sweets and candies, there were vegetable kebabs, bread and cakes. Clarke had no idea how much things cost or how much money she had, she kept passing over coins and they passed some back.

As the coins slid across the counter Clarke had an odd thought. When people undermined Clarke's personal worth, infringed upon her rights or doubted her capacity to succeed - Clarke felt compelled to hit back, hard. Yet when people accepted her great value, defended her rights and admired her ability, she felt deeply unworthy. It was confusing and unsettling.

She had never accepted her father's being floated. Never. Nor her own imprisonment, without charging her with a crime and without a trial. In addition, Clarke had been placed in solitary confinement effectively to silence her, she understood why they did this but she knew it was wrong. Further, they had rendered her dispensable by sending her to the ground with no supplies under the assumption that she and the other 99 would be unlikely to survive either the landing, or if they did, the radiation. Again she understood their rationale, but it was so wrong.

They had revoked her freedom, compelled her to submit by force, to say nothing of being an omega whose natural biology required neutering to protect the alphas and keep the stability of the population. and that, for Clarke at least, was bringing up stuff she had never dealt with. Despite all the odds, she had survived, so had about half of the 100. They had survived the Ark, the ground, the Trikru, the Mountain and the Ark again. Under the auspices of Heda the 100 were now learning to live, primarily across a number of Trikru villages,

She was reeling from intense feelings of worthlessness that were threatening to spill over in reaction to her experiences with Lexa and Anya. From the beginning, both women had been primed to dislike Clarke but she overcame the resistance of each by sheer determination to succeed and personal charisma. They didn't discriminate against her on the basis of her gender, presentation or youth, they took her as they found her; as committed to securing the best outcome for her people. In that way they had core values in common with Lexa and willing to do whatever it took which gained the respect and admiration of Anya.

They worked closely with her, came to like her, came to care for her and more. She was important to them, her thoughts and feelings were valid and valuable. Her rights and freedoms were not tradable and neither her silence nor her submission were required or desired. They just love her, they love her body and her mind, crazy or not, omega or not. Clarke was a prisoner, underage, a woman and an omega, yet she was loved by the two most powerful alphas on the planet.

The more they loved her, the more generous they were, the more understanding, the kinder, the more unworthy she felt. All the messages that she had consumed throughout her life made this love unbelievable, this experience just could not be real, it was against all of the 'rules' as she knew them. Anya was right, she had expected to be raped. At some point. She would have settled for someone, probably Wells, and whilst it might not have been the violent, late night stranger kind of rape the word often evokes, but perhaps the overwhelming obligation she would have felt to ease the burden of someone she had been urged to mate with.

But this sex - well, she had never expected it to be so, so good. It was intimate, it was hot, it was deeply fulfilling and there was space for humour. Her sexual education had been comprehensive, biologically speaking, but she had had no conception of the power of the experience - perhaps nobody has until they are so exposed, and surely those would be only a lucky few. It wasn't just a physical act, it was emotional and almost sort of spiritual as well, it had shifted something within her, it was like a huge bright burning hopeful sun in her heart and on her horizon.

But just as soon as she felt the warmth of its rays she felt the cold shadow of doubt, she doubted the integrity of Anya and Lexa, she doubted her worthiness to be the object of such love and desire. Anger and hate swelled up in her, she wanted this but she was afraid and that made her angry. And it all just swirled around, Clarke sat motionless on a stone wall watching children play while thoughts and feelings pinged off of one another making her crazy. She pushed off and began wandering.

Chapter Five

Clarke spotted an art stall, there were notepads and canvasses of all sizes. Charcoals, leads and graphites, paints, pencils and pastels of all colours and hues. There were acrylics, oils and watercolours, paintbrushes, palette knives, sharpeners, sandpapers and erasers.

"I don't know how much money I have," said Clarke, opening her pouch and putting it on the counter, the fellow asked what she wanted.

Clarke pointed to a few items, he gathered them for her, took out some coins and dropped some others back on the counter. Clarke pointed to a few more, same again, he seemed to take what he needed and put her change back on the counter.

Clarke kept pointing and he kept counting and even after she had everything she could have wanted there were still coins to spare. There was too much for her to carry, Clarke picked out a small sketchbook and a couple of graphites, she intended to hire a messenger or someone to take her things back to the tower, when two guards leaned forward and gathered them up.

Clarke looked around and when she really looked she was able to see, dotted around her were perhaps eight or ten guards, following at a distance. Lexa and Anya had obviously felt this was necessary, despite Clarke having made it clear that she had wanted to be alone, she just shrugged, they hadn't bothered her, so whatever! She didn't have the presence of mind to resist, there were too many other things going on in her mind right now.

It was a strange sensation. On the one hand Clarke felt quite present, the people watching, the food, she felt immersed in the moment, but on the other hand these sensations and experiences were only just holding at bay some serious thinking that were either anchored in the past or reaching into the future. Thinking that Clarke knew she could not avoid for long, not that it would stop her from trying.

To that end, she took her notepad into the private courtyard garden at the base of Polis Tower and began sketching, in great detail, one flower after the other, each new species receiving its own page. Clarke was totally immersed in her project, only stopping here and there to remove an item or two of clothing or have a stretch. At some point a warrior came with a little stool for her and some water, she said nothing, simply laid them beside her and left again. Clarke stood up and looked around but could see no one. This garden she knew had only two entry/exit points and felt certain that there would be guards at each, simultaneously keeping her secure and giving her space, it was kind of comforting. Clarke had no idea how long she had been in the garden but the water and stool were both welcome.

After she had filled at least six pages, she noticed that the sun had begun to descend and deduced that it must be late afternoon, she gathered her stool and her clothing and headed up to Lexa and Anya's apartment. Clarke took the stairs rather than the elevator in an effort to keep her mind occupied, she counted twenty four storeys, forty eight sets of eighteen steps a piece, it was just what Clarke's mind needed even if her body didn't. She was exhausted by the time she knocked on the door, red faced, huffing and puffing.

Anya and Lexa had been keenly awaiting Clarke's arrival. As their friend turned lover, they were keen to see her and spend time with her and anxious to know that she was okay after her determinedly solitary day. Lexa opened the door to greet Clarke and both she and Anya were met with a less than friendly reception, they got the distinct and immediate impression that not all was not well with the young woman. Lexa quickly tampered down their excitement and tried to act casual so as to reduce the differences in their mood compared to Clarke.

Red faced and breathing hard from the stairs, the blonde kicked her shoes at the door, dumped her excess clothing on a chair and tossed her notepad and money bag on the small table and wordlessly plonked on the couch with a long sigh. The other two shared a brief look, one brought wine and the other water and they sat either side of her, wondering quite how to proceed.

Clarke felt bad. These were two normal people - not normal, amazing people. They were caring people, open, straightforward, communicative women. They were not complicated, like Clarke. Complicated, difficult, not good enough and she didn't want them to see that part of her and she didn't want to infect them with her problems and difficulties. Clarke felt certain that if she could just articulate the problem, they would be very understanding, very caring and would do anything to help. But what could she say?

In the absence of further distraction, Clarke was finally faced with not feeling so good emotionally. She should have been feeling great; amazing sex, a really good day, hot new girlfriends who were really pleased to see her. Clarke felt disconnected, she didn't understand herself and she felt guilty. She knew that Lexa and Anya were concerned about her, they were walking on eggshells.

Clarke drank the water, and took two hefty swigs of her wine and then feeling guilty she forced herself to begin again,

"Hello. How are you? That wasn't the best homecoming, was it? I'm sorry. Let me look at you both, oh that's so much better." She looked at each for a moment and that seemed to be the magic bullet. She kissed first one then the other and then assured them that her red face was no cause for alarm, explaining that she took the stairs.

Anya accepted Clarke's willingness to start over and contributed by slipping into her comedic role, making fun of some of her warriors, teasing Lexa a little about Titus, and allowing the evening the opportunity to change its initial course. Lexa and Clarke were grateful and expressed it in their affection for Anya, Clarke held her hand and Lexa rubbed her shoulders as they listened to her anecdotes. Over dinner Lexa shared the news of the day, current affairs and tribe relations. Then Clarke shared the highlights of her day, the market, the people watching, the children, the food and the sketching, skirting around her internal difficulty.

"Did you buy this, Clarke?" asked Lexa, tracing the cover of the sketchbook with a long finger.

"Yes, you can look at it,"

Lexa opened it, her eyes popped, amazed, and Anya leaned over to see, putting her arm around her,

"Did you draw these?" Anya asked and Clarke nodded somewhat shyly.
"These are very good, Clarke," Lexa said, impressed.

"Mochof, you will have to teach me about money because I bought a lot of things today and yet I seem to have more money than I left with."

"May I see?" asked Lexa.

"Sure."

Lexa opened the little leather bag and laughed, showing it to Anya, who also threw her head back!

"Well yes, it does look like you paid very little for your wares today. What did you buy?"

"Art supplies and lunch, rather a lot of both, if I am honest. I want to know why that is about the money but not right now, I can't seem to think properly. Perhaps I am just tired."

Anya, still keen to lighten the mood, began teasing Clarke, making a big deal of how tired she must be. She led her to the couch and began rubbing her feet, ordering Lexa to pour them wine and then to massage Clarke's shoulders. They worshipped her, part jest, part genuine reverence, they desired to assure Clarke of their love for her, their concern for her well being and their commitment to her which stood firm, they accepted her as she was, out of sorts, they didn't require her to hide her true feelings and pretend to be fine.

They began kissing and caressing her body, they whispered how wonderful she was, how special, how much she meant to them, how beautiful they found her. Clarke found it intoxicating, it was the love and sexual experience anybody, everybody, dreamt of, hoped for. It was at once both perfect and frightening, frightening because it just could not be real, could it? She felt so unworthy.

But before she could think too much about that, Lexa was behind Clarke, kissing the back of her neck, her ears, squeezing her breasts, and before long Anya had a hand on each of Clarke's ass cheeks, holding her aloft, going down on her. When she had experienced several orgasms, Clarke found herself actually becoming increasingly ardent, almost insatiable.

"I want one of you inside me, I need it, please."

"Are you sure Clarke, there is no hurry,"

"There is, I'm in a hurry, don't make me beg,"

"Sha, Clarke,"

Lexa picked her up and carried her to the bed,

"Lexa, on your back!" commanded Anya,

Lexa didn't hesitate, she was on her back in a heartbeat. Anya, on her knees, moved behind Clarke, guided her to straddle Lexa,

"Move against her here, give her your wetness, that's right,"

Lexa's fingers ran up and down Clarke's thighs, her cock hard, her eyes round. Anya's body was flush against Clarke's back, moving with her, her hands never leaving her skin.

"When you want it - "

"Now, I want it now,"

"Ok, Skai Prisa, here, take it slowly, bit by bit,"

Anya began kissing the back of Clarke's neck, caressing her breasts, her erection was rubbing up and down Clarke's buttocks.

"Oh, oh my god," Clarke was pushing down, taking an inch and then pulling up, it burned but it also felt so good, and Anya's body was making her crazy.

"Are you okay?" asked Anya, whispering in her ear, Lexa was trying not to move, Clarke was so tight around her cock it was amazing.

"Oh it's so…" Clarke was hardly conscious of anything but the feeling in her pussy, and given the state of her mind it was perfect.

"What is it? Are you hurting?"

"A little, but I want it so much,"

"Take it slow, you will enjoy it more if it hurts less,"

Anya moved a very distracting hand to Clarke's pussy, she began with broad strokes that became subtle and ever more distracting.

"Anya, oh," Her desire to ride Lexa a little faster was too powerful for her to deny, it was filling her up and touching places in her that made her feel like she might faint.

"Lexa, please, put your mouth right here," Clarke lifted a breast and Lexa sat bolt upright in one motion and held one breast in each hand and moved her mouth from one to the other, as Clarke began taking Lexa's huge, hard cock with more determination.

"Oh, I want you so much, Lexa, oh yes, Anya, oh fuck, this is so, so good,"

Lexa and Anya were thrilled to hear Clarke talking dirty and bossing them around, that and the waking up to sex, it was like all their dreams come true.

"Harder on my nipples, Anya please make me come, I want it so much,"

"Okay, Skai Prisa, you are really, really sexy, you know that?"

"Oh Clarke, you are so tight, be careful but oh don't stop,"

Clarke's head tipped back, she held her breath and concentrated on taking the last inch of Lexa's cock, which was quite a feat,

"Oh yes, Anya, make me come,"

Anya could feel how close Clarke was, her clit was hard and swollen, she brought more of Clarke's juices up so that she could apply more friction, Clarke began chanting,

"Yes, yes, oh, please,"

Lexa was hanging on not to come before Clarke, and then Anya felt that tension give way beneath her fingers, that melting feeling she used to know so well, all those years ago. Lexa felt it too, Clarke took her all the way, her walls gripped her cock and squeezed and then there was a release of hot liquid over her cock head which was her signal to let go as well, she jerked her hips a couple of times and ejaculated deep inside her lover.

As soon as Anya knew her partners had climaxed, she squeezed her dick and came on Clarke's ass cheeks, Clarke collapsed onto Lexa, and Anya onto Clarke,

"That was so hot," moaned Anya,

"Sorry, I have to get it out," complained Clarke, she managed to roll out from between them, Lexa's cock sliding out and the burning sensation eased immediately. The three lay on the bed recovering from that unexpected thirty minutes of absolute pleasure.

"Clarke, how are you feeling? Is it painful?" asked Lexa, concerned.

"I am completely fine. I need a glass of water and five minutes."

Chapter Six

The next day, a knock came on the apartment door, Lexa was given a message,

"I must go to the throne room, my Fleimkepa has urgent business,"

"Anything important?" asked Clake.

"Very." interjected Anya, "Titus is afraid of Lexa's independence, so he tries to keep close and regular tabs on her, by way of urgent messages!"

"Really?" asked Clarke, disbelievingly.

"Sha, it's true. But you," she pointed a stern index finger directly at Anya, "are making trouble." laughed Lexa, shaking her head.

Clarke and Anya sat out on the balcony in the sunshine. Anya was trying to divert Clarke from leafing through a book in an effort to coax her out of the apartment, offering self defence lessons, a walk through the market, horse riding and even swimming. But Clarke, whose mental activity from the previous day had been zapped by the intense sexual activity and consequential lack of sleep, was enjoying the reprieve, feeling comfortably lazy and contemplating a nap. Anya ran out of ideas and gave up, settling for combing her fingers through Clarke's beautiful blonde hair.

Lexa came home with flowers for Clarke and sweets for both Clarke and Anya and after lunch Anya went out for a few hours. Clarke suspected she was being 'managed', normally her independent spirit would take exception but it didn't, she felt loved and cared for. Lexa made tea and pulled out a deck of cards, they played a relatively simple game called switch, they didn't talk much and things were comfortable and easy. When Anya came home she brought a much larger bunch of flowers and that had all three of them falling about the place laughing about her competitie streak.

The evening was dinner, stargazing and making love. They made love out on the balcony, on the couch, in the bed, as things got heated they tried to stay in the moment, to restrain their desire from moving to the next level. Some clothes were out of doors, some scattered across the floor and the last of it hanging off the end of the bed. They all liked watching the other two making out and they each enjoyed being watched. They moved from being tender and gentle, to more intense and some rough housing, but none of the three were genuinely aroused by pain, humiliation or cruelty of any kind. Lexa and Anya had certainly enjoyed rough sex, but this behaviour had its limits and was always underscored by their deep love for each other, their connection and intimacy.

They were still getting to know each other as a triad, a new context, but again their interactions were based on mutual pleasure and care. Their lovemaking was a feast for the senses, everything about each of the individuals and their interactions were so very pleasing, eventually foreplay moved to more intense activity. Clarke presented on her hands and knees and said,

"Please, Anya, take me,"

It was sexy as hell and who was she to deny Clarke anything. Clarke was super wet, Anya ran her cock through the glistening folds in preparation, she lined it up with Clarke's opening but before she could confirm permission, she could feel Clarke pushing back on her, taking her inside.

Her moan could not be mistaken for anything other than extreme pleasure, she took Anya's girth and length more easily than Lexa's, she was wet, open, amorous and keen. Anya ran her hands over Clarke's back, scraped her nails along her sides, watching Lexa kissing Clarke, kissing her neck and her ears, squeezing her breasts and nipples. Anya pushed forward, guided by Clarke's body, whose physiological responses and her apparent sexual appetite were hugely sexually attractive to Anya and Lexa. She pulled out and pushed forward again, letting Clarke get used to the pressure, finally she bottomed out and not only did it feel amazing to her, Clarke really enjoyed the sensation as well, "Again, Anya,"

Anya repeated the motion, depth and angle just the same and the results were magical, her cock felt so good and Clarke verbally signalled that she was more than pleased. Lexa reached down and circled her clit with her thumb, it was so hard and prominent, she immediately became so aroused,

"Clarke, you are so sexy, mmm,"

"Oh you are both going to make me come,"

Anya began to make longer strokes, almost pulling completely out before thrusting in and hitting Clarke's front wall,

"Oh more,"

Lexa and Anya tried very hard to prioritise Clarke's pleasure over their own, she was getting very close, they could feel her.

"Lexa, put your tongue in my mouth, oh," Lexa did as she was bid, and kept her finger pads circling,

"Oh, please," Clarke was beside herself, strung out, her orgasm looming up before her, threatening her with the waves of pleasure she so desperately wanted,

"Please," she begged nobody in particular.

Anya upped her intensity, pushing Clarke ever closer to her desired destination,

"Please," Anya and Lexa were oohing and aahing into the spaces, grunting and groaning, until -

"Oh, Oh, my god, oh," and then a squeak followed by a deafening silence, Anya let her load go deep inside of Clarke and Lexa pulled herself off, ejaculating onto her own stomach. Anya pulled out and Clarke fell forward in slow motion alongside Lexa, breathing hard.

Anya crawled into Lexa's arms, together they looked at Clarke, their omega, and began to recover their senses. If she wasn't their omega by mate, she was in their heart, they loved her, they loved the way she fit with each of them and they way all three of them fit together. There hadn't been anything missing between them before they knew Clarke, but she was just so wonderful, they each felt a better person for their interactions with her and now that she was in their life, they couldn't imagine life without her. Without her sweetness, her idealism, her conviction, her courage, her energy, her joy.

Clarke hadn't moved, she lay completely still, she wasn't holding her breath because her lungs were utterly empty, she felt as though she had been floated - her arms and legs akimbo, her body just swirling aimlessly through space and time. She wasn't even thinking, just existing.

It wasn't just the orgasms, although that in itself would have been enough. Clarke felt as though she had been blown wide open. Her mind, her soul and her body had experienced things she had never thought possible. It was the beautiful combination of strength and the tenderness with which she had been treated, she thought, that was the most, the most… Tears welled in her eyes.

It was the idea that she had apparently captured the heart of these two awesome human beings. To snag one, but two? Two who were already mated, the sheer unlikelihood of it all. And to find that it isn't all just show, their gallantry, their sweet promises, they didn't just say those things to trick her into sex, to lure her into courtship. They said they loved her and then they behaved toward her as though they really did, treating each other and herself with care and kindness, prioritising her needs and wants. Something was nagging away within Clarke. Again.

Anya sat up abruptly, "Prisa?"

Lexa noticed the tears too, "Clarke?"

She was aware of both the tears and their concern but she did not respond. She just continued to lay there, entirely blissed out.

"Are you hurt?"

"Do you regret something?"

In the silence, the mind of both women articulated their worst fears. Their thoughts were one and the same as they stared at each other, wide eyed in panic - they had pushed her too hard, too fast. Everything was consensual but they should have known, should have gone more slowly.

"Clarke, beja?" Lexa tenderly reached for Clarke's hand.

Clarke finally dragged herself into the present, regretfully leaving behind that wonderful space, to acknowledge her lovers, to reassure them of her condition.

"I am not hurt, nor sorry. Only overwhelmed. I am very happy, I just need to lay here,"

"Thank the gods,"

"Can we get you anything?"

"You already have given me so much - this is what it looks like to receive your goodness."

Lexa carefully moved to the other side of Clarke and draped her body alongside hers, Anya did likewise, drawing up a sheet over them, she held Lexa's hand and they stared into each other's eyes, silently communicating their thoughts, hopes and dreams.

Their friendship, and now relationship, with Clarke had somehow drawn them closer together. Rather than fear the possibility of a new experience, they had embraced it, not recklessly but with care and attention. Their trust, their want of good things for each other had confirmed their connection, strengthened their love. A third person hadn't elicited a jealous, competitive energy, rather they had been brought together to provide care for their new lover who was far more vulnerable and less experienced and thus needed the full care and commitment of both.

After a long silence, they had presumed Clarke had fallen asleep, when she finally spoke,

"This experience has changed me, challenged my beliefs, disturbed my conception of myself. I feel completely destabilised. Please don't think I regret anything, I don't. But I feel so vulnerable and emotional - don't mistake it for sadness. I can't talk about it just yet."

They listened to her words and tried to process her meaning. They were relieved that she was communicating, that she was not sorry or sad, but they were concerned. Neither Lexa nor Anya really understood but they were prepared to do anything at all to comfort Clarke, even if that required they do the hardest thing of all - absolutely nothing.

Chapter Seven

Clarke had no choice but to press on despite her internal struggle. She had been laying in bed wondering if this was real, did everyone experience sex as though it were some spiritual event? Were Anya and Lexa for real? Was it possible that a person could be so kind, so loving, so thoughtful? So clever, so strong, so good? And how long could they be expected to sustain it? When Clarke began to doubt her worthiness of such love when it occurred to her that perhaps no one was worthy - or even better, perhaps everyone was? In that case, she had been woefully underprepared for this experience and it was going to take time for the old Ark Clarke to grow into the new and improved Polis Clarke.

It was this sense of unworthiness that was the crux of the problem, it coloured nearly all of her interactions, caused her great discomfort and elicited self sabotaging, reactionary responses, for example she considered withdrawing from her lovers and even to run away. But she knew that was just plain dumb, she didn't actually want to leave and Anya and Lexa would certainly be hurt if she did. If she was not going to leave or withdraw then she needed to find a way to stay, she wanted to afterall, she just didn't want these horrible confusing feelings of being overwhelmed and worthless.

She did not feel worthy of Lexa or Anya, and not worthy of this incredible experience - this amazing emotional, intellectual and sexual experience. But if that were true - then surely someone had made an error? Either she was wrong and she really was worthy or Anya and Lexa were wrong about her. Either way - leaving before the answer was known was just pure folly, between now and then were untold magical experiences that Clarke didn't want to miss.

Eventually she got hungry and needed to pee. She took her tea out onto the balcony and stood in the sunshine, and immediately felt better. Her thought process had eventually been helpful. She did love each of her new partners, they were wonderful people, she wanted to be around them, with them, she wanted them inside her and she wanted to be mated with them.

Clarke dressed, scribbled out a quick note and slipped downstairs to the ground floor and waited until Nyko had time to see her. She explained to him that she had never had a heat, about the suppressants and the birth control, she showed him the implant in her arm. He made notes as they chatted, she eventually indicated one stressful event after devastating event after life threatening event after catastrophic event of the past two years, and he was an attentive listener.

Nyko suggested that this time appeared to be a rare period of calm in her life - she was free, she had resources, opportunity. Friends and lovers. He asked Clarke what she wanted; what she wanted for herself, for her life, her future and he was not at all surprised that she really didn't know - except that she was keen to mate with Lexa and Anya and adamant that she did not want pups anytime soon. He indicated that they might begin by regularly recording Clarke's physiological information to determine her statistical normal and attempt to predict the timing of her heat.

In the meantime he suggested she take it easy, eat well, sleep a lot, exercise, get plenty of sunshine and to find some activities that she enjoyed doing. When Clarke resisted the idea and talked about getting a job Nyko referred to his notes and listed the traumatic events she had mentioned, he reminded her of her recent poor mental health and asked her what she would suggest to such a patient? She was forced to agree, even though what felt perfectly appropriate for any other person, felt totally sooky to her! Nyko smiled and assured her that such a response was also totally normal.

They discussed available birth control methods, what Clarke could expect regarding her first heat and about mating. She took several packages of teas both to help with the pain associated with onset of heat and to prevent pregnancy, she learned that whilst one can mate at any time, it is more common to mate during the omega's heat, it would be less painful and it is believed that a more intense, more powerful bond will develop. Despite being daunted, Clarke also began to feel excited about the prospect of her first heat and mating with her beloveds.

Before he let Clarke leave he asked her what she had planned for the rest of the day. Initially Clarke thought Nyko was being sociable but then she realised that he was completely serious about her taking it easy, and was determined that Clarke herself should make a determined plan to make rest and recovery a priority. So together they came up with a skeleton schedule and he told her to come back in the morning to measure her vitals and make a new plan.

As discussed, Clarke took a long stroll along the causeway and took note of the sunshine and the people, then she attempted a short session of mindfulness by the river and on her way home Clarke recalled having passed a stall selling women's clothing and was intent on finding it again. She was not seeking clothing exactly, she was hoping for lingerie and also wondering if there was someone who could assist her with a kind of beautification process. The stall owner was delighted! She had a few items but suggested that her daughters made many such garments as Clarke indicated and would be more than skilled and experienced to provide the services to which Clarke had alluded to.

That afternoon Clarke kicked both Lexa and Anya out of the apartment, telling them she was preparing a surprise and to come back at sundown with a bottle of wine! Before long there was a knocking, a guard poked his head in and asked if she was expecting guests and when Clarke confirmed, two excited young women were allowed to enter, arriving with a bag in each hand.

"Thank you for coming, I am Clarke,"

"I am Cerys and this is my sister Cerci."

"Welcome. Can we start with the body?" asked Clarke.

"Of course," Cerys and Cerci waxed Clarke's body, her legs, her bikini line and underarms, they cut, shaped and painted her toe and fingernails, they oiled her skin and styled her hair.

When they were done Clarke pulled her robe around her shoulders and bade the girls to show her their wares. They pulled out a range of knickers, of matching knickers and breast wraps, sexy little tops, robes and sleepwear, in addition they had swatches of materials and colours, Clarke was impressed.

"Whose idea is this? Who designed these and who made them?"

The girls were a little shy but excited that Clarke was impressed with their products, they explained that they had been hoping to start a business and have a stall like their mother.

Clarke asked which of the products they might be willing to part with immediately and those items were laid out for her consideration, from which Clarke gathered up a half a dozen items. Then she indicated a number of items in various styles, she picked out the fabrics she preferred and the colours she liked and the women agreed that they could have those items made and delivered in good time.

There was movement at the door and Clarke knew her lovers were back and it made her so happy that she could not repress her grin. She urged the women to pack away their wares, gathered her new purchases and took them to the bathroom. When Anya and Lexa came in, Clarke called out from the bathroom door that the women needed paying, it made her laugh because they rarely had money on hand and would have no idea what they were paying for.

Clarke pulled on a new pair of knickers and listened for the door to close, she could hear Anya and Lexa whispering to each other, trying to guess what was going on. She cracked the door and asked if they brought wine,

"I did," called out Anya, and Lexa could be heard rousing on her for hogging all the praise.

Clarke came out from the bathroom and leaned on the wall, watching her beautiful partners,

"Well I guess I should thank you, then?"

Lexa noticed her first and sort of froze, her eyes popping, Anya picked up on Lexa and followed her line of sight, she stood up and gaped a little.

"Clarke, you look wonderful,"

"Delicious, actually," corrected Anya, who licked her lips.

Clarke had never wandered around the apartment in her underwear, sure to and from the bathroom, but not like this. Clarke's skin was glowing, her blonde hair was flowing in ringlets down her back and her blue eyes were obvious even from a distance, she was wearing only a pair of pink lace knickers, her large breasts completely unrestrained and unobscured.

"Someone needs thanking?"

"Me," said Anya like an eager child. Clarke walked over, took Anya's hand, led her to the couch and bade her sit. When Anya was seated, Clarke made a little exhibition of straddling her, she tucked Anya's braids behind her ears, paused and then leaned forward slowly and said,

"Looking only, no touching," before kissing her, she started out slow, then she leant forward, letting her breasts brush against Anya's chest and ground her hips down a little and was rewarded with hard evidence of Anya's excitement.

It felt good to take charge, it felt sexy. Clarke sat back and looked decidedly at Lexa who gulped,

"Now Lexa, I know you didn't forget to bring wine. And because you are such a thoughtful partner I have something extra special for you. She climbed off of Anya and took Lexa's hand, she led her to the seat next to Anya, before allowing her to sink in to it, she undid Lexa's buttons and tugged her pants down her hips a little, she snaked her hand down Lexa's pants and pulled out her cock.

"Sit, my love. For you Lexa, you get to be the first to touch my new panties." Clarke straddled Lexa and brushed the lace fabric, at the point of her clit, back and forth across Lexa's cock, while she kissed her ever so slowly,

"You like these?"

"My favourite," said Lexa, in a rush.

Clarke looked at Anya and said,

"Now about that wine?"

"Sha, Skai Prisa,"

Clarke spent those few minutes very well, coaxing Lexa's tongue into her mouth.

They talked and drank their wine for a little while, but Clarke had started something she was not alone in being keen to pursue. They began making out but quickly moved to the bed to enjoy the space and comfort more suited to a passionate, rigorous triad. Clarke watched Lexa and Anya fucking each other, and rather than feel left out or jealous she felt deeply content, each of the women she loved was happy, and they were happy together. Her being brought into their home and their life had not negatively impacted their relationship, they were not jealous, they had not disregarded each other.

The only thing that seemed to be set in stone, and has been since day one, was that Clarke slept in the middle, at first she thought it was because she was a bit of a novelty, or maybe it's alphas taking care of their omega. She didn't expect it to last because she was such an active sleeper, but apparently neither Lexa nor Anya minded in the least, they just waited for her to settle and then cuddled up again.

Clarke was quickly learning that she is less of the independent person she had always thought herself and more of one who really enjoyed the attention, care and protection of her alphas. Maybe this was the Omega within her? For the first time she was truly safe, being nurtured, and perhaps this is her true nature finally emerging? If that was true, then it was a miracle! Her essence didn't feel weak or stupid or dirty at all - it felt quietly strong, certain, and it felt wonderful.

Maybe this was the true yin and yang of the Alpha-Omega dynamic? That Alphas provide for and protect their Omegas so that they may reach their full potential and are empowered to care for and nurture their Alphas in return? It was less about one being strong and the other being weak, but both being strong and vulnerable. When each could be safe enough to be genuinely vulnerable, it allowed the other to fulfil their unique nurturing roles.

As they were falling asleep Clarke said,

"It feels quite unbelievable to be loved by two women such as yourselves. It's overwhelming. And the sex, well, I am changed somehow, like I have been blown apart and I haven't quite come back together again. It doesn't feel real. It made me crazy for a little while, but I think I am getting better. Thank you for loving me."

"Clarke, it is wonderful to love you, truly." said Lexa.

"Whatever you need, we are here for you," said Anya.
"I want this, between us but I am scared I am going to fuck it up with my craziness, being all neurotic and obsessing. It makes me want to hide that part of me away."

They were all quiet for some minutes, Lexa and Anya were thinking hard,

"You have had some incredibly intense experiences, Clarke, perhaps we rushed this. But we care about you and we are committed to you, whether you are feeling crazy or not crazy."

Chapter Eight

Clarke had so far been the focal point in, well, not only their sexual activity but most of their interactions, and whilst that has been absolutely wonderful, and in many ways understandable, it was not the way she wanted it to remain. She wanted to be part of the triad, not queen of their triad. She also didn't want to disrupt the relationship between Anya and Lexa, any loss of connection would not only hurt them but would upset her as well.

Clarke had a plan.

"I want to go on a date with each of you, just the two of us, and I'd like you two to both go on a date together as well."

"What is a date?"

"Like a romantic time together, go on a picnic, to a restaurant, do an activity like riding or swimming, go away for a night somewhere. Whatever the couple likes to do."

"So it's for two people?"

"No, not necessarily. Look, you two were together a long time before I came along, I don't want you to lose your connection because I am always in the room. You could go out together or away and remember what it was like just the two of you."

"Your presence doesn't cause us to lose our bond, Clarke?"

"No, not lose it, but a third person just changes the dynamics. And I just want, every now and then, for you both to just be that crazy alpha couple, doing your thing, remembering each other, remembering how important you are to each other"

"And you?"

"When I met you both, at first it was just me and Anya, then it was just you and me for a time, planning for Mount Weather." she said nodding at Lexa, "I developed a unique connection with each of you and I would like to continue that, in amongst the time the three of us spend together."

Lexa and Anya looked at each other and shrugged, they didn't quite understand but if it made Clarke happy, then they were in.

Clarke was glad she stayed. Her upset became less present everyday. She had been blown apart, she had freaked out, but now she was being knitted back together, same same but different. It was just the little things, the sunshine, the friendship, the camaraderie. They were beginning to move fluidly between themselves, sometimes they were three, some times there were two and sometimes they were one. And as a throuple they were finding their groove, but it was still new, and so beautiful.

Clarke was still seeing Nyko every morning, recording her physiological data in the hope of predicting the timing of her first heat, they had a little chat and then she went for her walk and a little meditation by the river. Frequently she trained for an hour with Anya and if Lexa was going for a ride she always invited Clarke who enjoyed the horses very much. In the meantime Clarke moved into Lexa and Anya's quarters and turned her apartment into a little love nest, where combinations of their triad could go to be together. They could go on a date and if they wanted to come back to the love nest and make love just the two of them, they could, but somehow they always returned to sleep as a triad.

Clarke began sketching, drawing and painting. Obsessively. Lexa and Anya would wake up to Clarke sitting at the foot of their bed sketching one or the other of their faces, or simply just a hand or a leg. She set up an easel before the window of the balcony and began sketching the view. She could often be found in the garden sketching individual flowers, or bushes, a tree or even whole corners of the garden. Some of these she affected with charcoal or coloured pencils, crayons or paints.

Clarke sketched Polis as well; Polis Tower, The Ambassadors Coalition Building, Polis Temple, The Felimkepa's Lodge, the Marketplace and The Coalition Defence Force Barracks. She sketched Polis River and it's flora and fauna. At first the art was a distraction, it gave her something to do, kept her mind busy while her emotions caught up, evened out. The more art she did the more she wanted to do, her imagination got sparked, she became energised, she dreamed of bigger projects.

Even though the apartment was covered in images of Lex and Anya's faces, both separately and together Clarke painted a large formal portrait of each of her lovers in their Heda and General in Chief uniforms. Then she sourced three large canvases and painted a panoramic view from their balcony on the three canvases. After that she asked the warriors to move all the furniture from the wall in the apartment and Lexa and Anya came home to Clarke having begun to sketch out a huge mural that was intended to wrap around the three windowless walls of their apartment.

Clarke's first date with Lexa was horseback riding, they went on the same horse, with Clarke riding in front, not because she was a terrible rider, because she was, but just because Clarke wanted to be close to Lexa. They were going on a ride, a little hunt, a picnic and hopefully making love.

The ride was fun, Lexa knew all the tricks and trails, they went racing and jumping which made Clarke squeal. They also rode more sedately with Lexa pointing things out to her, memories, flora and fauna, directions and so on. When they got to where they were going they unsaddled their horse, laid out some furs, gathered some firewood, then Clarke followed Lexa into the scrub where she drew her bow and arrow and showed Clarke how an experienced hunter could skillfully snag a rabbit for lunch.

It was the first time the two of them had made love together, just the two of them. It felt strange, but exciting as well. Clarke was keen to find out what made Lexa happy, she wanted to become an expert, a Lexpert! It was thrilling and completely arousing to make Lexa lose her shit, and Clarke was getting to know her own body as well, it was taking Lexa's huge dick more easily each time and with less pain each time.

They rode back slowly, Lexa's arms around Clarke's middle, they had enjoyed their time alone and Lexa thought she might understand Clarke's point about dating after all. She had a different relationship with Anya than with Clarke, there were different dynamics at play, a different energy and the sex was different. Now that she had had her first date, Lexa had an idea of what would please Anya, even after all this time it brought her joy to think she still wanted to please her first love.

Anya and Clarke's date involved Anya teaching Clarke to swim. They hopped in a small canoe like boat at Polis Dock and Anya rowed them upstream for quite a distance and then took a turn which led into a natural pool with a waterfall at one end. Clarke was amazed about the waterfall, Anya rowed so that Clarke could put out her hand and feel the water rushing over the rocks and falling heavily into their pool. It was so beautiful, Anya pointed out the rainbow that could be seen at just the right angle.

They jumped out and dragged the boat up the embankment, shed their clothes, except for their breast wrap and underpants, and went back into the water. Clarke was not comfortable in water that came much higher than her mid thighs, but Anya promised her that she was a very accomplished swimmer and no harm would come to Clarke. It was totally an act of faith that Clarke allowed Anya to teach her how to float on her back, and good to her word she did not take Clarke further out into deeper waters, nor did she attempt to remove her steadying hand from Clarke's back.

Clarke loved the weightless feeling of being in the water, Anya's hand was so steady under her back, like an anchor in the world of calm and trust, without it she would be in total panic. Anya was such a contradictory character at times; normally such a joker and prankster but at times she was just so solid. If Lexa had been here, Anya would have jumped all over her, splashed her in the face, ducked her underwater. There would have been races over who could swim the fastest, the furthest, who could hold their breath longer and on and on.

But Clarke couldn't swim, in fact had never been underwater, she had been reluctant to pursue this activity but with the promise of a waterfall she could not say no. Anya did not rush her, didn't even threaten to splash her, she was as calm and as solid as Clarke could have wished. And when Clarke pulled herself up, Anya took her in her arms, manoeuvred herself between Clarke's legs so that they were around Anya's waist and her arms around her shoulders, Anya spun her around gently.

There was no one around that Clarke could see, but it was a beautiful and public area, more people could happen by at any moment, the idea of it turned Clarke on. She started giving Anya some not so subtle signals, she began kissing her, kissing her neck, touching her breasts, pressing her heated centre against Anya's erection. They began making out and Clarke forgot all about the possibility of other people, it was enough to be here, with Anya, like this.

"Can you hold me under my knees?"

"Like this?"

"Yes, if we weren't under water, would you be able to hold my weight like this?"

"Sha, Prisa,"

"I have this idea of wanting to be pounded by you, Anya,"

"I won't hurt you, I don't want to."

"I don't want to be hurt, I just want to experience your power.'

"Now?"

"Yes,"

"How about I carry you into the trees there?"

"Yes, please,"

Anya spun them around in the water, looking around for people, not only did she not want to embarrass Clarke, she didn't want to embarrass anyone else who might happen along. She strode out of the water, up the bank, over the grass and into the trees, she found a nice large tree and set Clarke's back against it,

"How is this?"

"I want to feel owned by you, Anya. Take me?"

Anya discarded Clarke's underwear and pulled her own down, she pushed inside Clarke and began pumping into her, pulling out up to the head and drove herself back in again watching and listening for Clarke's responses,

"Oh, oh, Anya,"

Anya kept pumping, she could feel Clarke's fingernails in her shoulders, and could feel her hot liquid on her cock, made it easier to slide in and out,

"Faster,"

Anya sacrificed a little depth for speed as she sought to satisfy her lover, also to prevent any pain,

"Oh, yes, you feel so good,"

Clarke looked so good right now, water glistening on her skin, her eyes closed her head back, Anya's arms under her knees, jok, Anya wanted to own her omega, she wanted to pound into her and feel her come around her cock but she was too scared of hurting her. She was not as used to being penetrated and she was not as used to pain as either Anya or Lexa, who as warriors had a high tolerance.

"Come on Anya, I know you have more to give me,"

"I don't want to hurt you, Skai Prisa,"

"I want to feel you, your strength, your power, inside me. I want to be branded inside by your cock, I want to you be yours,"

The idea of Clarke wanting her in this way was so arousing, it turned her on and made her want to drill her lover, have her screaming her name and watching her squirm all the way home, every wriggle reminding them both of the moment Anya fucked Clarke like an alpha.

"You want me to own you, Clarke?"

"Yes, Anya, please,"

Anya drilled into her, less hard than fast and deep, Clarke's eyes rolled back into her head,

"Oh, my god, oh, yes, Anya, oh,"

When Clarke came, she came so hard that her orgasm forced her juices out and made it difficult for Anya to push back in against it, there was a little hiccup in the rhythm but Anya got back in and let her load go deep inside Clarke, who was whimpering in the aftershocks of her own orgasm.

Once Anya got her breath and senses back, she swept Clarke up and took her back into the water,

"Just relax, Prisa, I won't let you go,"

"Oh, Anya, oh," was all Clarke could say as she floated weightlessly on the water and felt her post orgasmic skin glow, her pussy still pulsing, an echo of the pounding she had just experienced.

Chapter Nine

For several weeks Clarke had been slipping down to see Nyko every morning and have her blood pressure, temperature and other vitals measured and recorded. Clarke had told Nyko that she used to receive her suppression shot every quarter and that she hadn't had one since before she had been in sol con, about fourteen months. Nyko suggested that there was not enough data yet to get a baseline, also Clarke had been under enormously high levels of stress, in one way or another since the death of her father which could also have interfered with her body's natural cycles.

Clarke was keen to go into heat because Lexa and Anya would mate her and she wanted to be their mate, very much. It wasn't to be expected that it would change much in their day to day lives, they were already all living together, but Clarke had learned that she would have a far stronger bond with both and she wanted to be knotted by them. In no way did she want to get pregnant, certainly not at this time - Nyko was right, she had been through too much. It would harm no one to take a couple of years to work out who she was and what she wanted to do with her life.

Overall Clarke was adjusting very well to her new life. There was still the occasional crazy reaction from time to time but overall she was the best version of herself she could ever have hoped to be. She was safe, free and loved, and in return happy, busy and lovingly attentive to her Alphas, who enjoyed the unique, powerful yet tender love of their Omega. Clarke was still finding her way, they knew that, but she was such a wonderful human being, it made them so happy just to be around her; she woke up so beautifully, her bed hair all over the place, smiling before her eyes had even opened!

Clarke understood now that those occasional crazys were the result of conflict between her Ark life and this life and there was no underestimating how many clashes and how deeply some of them ran. Her understanding of their nature helped calm the crazies considerably, Clarke had some compassion for herself and all that she had been through, thanks to Nyko's persistence and support, thus her responses tended to be less forceful and more caring, the repercussions were less jarring and evaporated more efficiently.

That all left Clarke more joyful, less burdened than she had ever been. All of her energy and effort had previously been spent in resisting, grieving, fighting, running (literally and figuratively) and surviving on so little food, with so few resources. Now she was safe, fed, free and loved! She had more energy than ever before, and her present day activities and interactions didn't tax her but fueled her, making her more creative, more expressive, have more of a sense of humour, be more attentive to her lovers and her sex drive was in high gear. They made love for hours almost every night and Clarke frequently woke them up the same way.

Finally the time came when Nyko reported a spike in Clarke's statistics, he asked her several questions and upon her answers indicated that she might be coming into her heat in a week or so, it wasn't certain, everybody's body was different, not to get her hopes up - too late, Clarke was thrilled! She ordered enough 'pregnancy prevention tea' as she called it, making Nyko laugh out loud, to last her several heats, but they had talked about it enough that he knew she was determined to avoid pregnancy at all costs.

After dinner they took a glass of wine out onto the balcony and watched the stars. Clarke didn't have to work very hard to get one rubbing her feet and the other massaging her shoulders.

"A flock of ducks have migrated to the river, Clarke, have you seen them?" asked Anya.

"Oh really? No, I haven't. I might take my sketch book down to the river tomorrow, I have never seen a duck, sort of like a chicken, aren't they?"

"Sort of," grinned Lexa.

"Maybe you could come down after your duties and sit with me?"

"Sha Clarke, we would love to,"

"Shall we bring some food, Skai Prisa?"

"Ooh a picnic?"

"I am not sure what a picnic is, but - "

"You spread a blanket out and eat together!" Clarke looked delighted at the very idea and Lexa and Anya knew they would be finding out more about picnics and giving Clarke a very good one tomorrow!

"I am not always such a sook, you know," Clarke said, feeling quite spoilt,
"What is a sook?"

"So needy, I guess,"

"Pah, Clarke, everybody has times like this, for example, Lexa has been a sook and very needy for the last five years - "

"That's not true!" Lexa scowled and Clarke laughed at them, she appreciated each of them so much.

The next morning, Clarke woke early, it was still dark, she rolled into Anya, pulling Lexa with her, and kissed her awake,

"Make love to me?" Anya didn't answer her verbally but returned her kisses, immediately Clarke's body was covered with the touches of four willing hands, caressing her thighs, arms, her abdomen, her back, her breasts. Two mouths sought to kiss, lick, suck and bite every square inch of her skin, they went down on her while she dragged her fingers through their hair, her nails across their scalps.

"Fuck me?" she said, knowing that they would decide between them, she didn't mind which, she just wanted to be filled with alpha cock and made to feel like she was imploding. A quick glance between Anya and Lexa had Anya positioning herself above Clarke, and allowing her cock to be soaked by Clarke's wetness. Lexa knelt between them and Anya and Clarke both began licking and sucking that enormous, gorgeous cock, Lexa felt so turned on watching her lovers do this for her.

Anya pushed her cockhead through Clarke's opening without missing a beat, Clarke and Anya's groans of pleasure vibrated along Lexa's cock, increasing her sensation. Clarke opened her legs wider and hooked her legs around Anya's lower back,

"You feel so good," she said, her penetrating blue stare doing things to Anya's insides,

"Lexa, take me?" she asked. Lexa backed away, jerking her cock, hearing Anya say that always turned her on.

She took her place behind Anya, using Clarke's juices on her fingers to prepare her, Clarke and Anya were gasping and groaning in pleasure, Lexa eased her way inside Anya's ass, keeping in time with her established movements.

"That is so hot. I really cannot believe how, oh, oh, how sexy you both are, like that,"

"Oh Lexa, sha"

Lexa and Anya were generally more vigorous, she wanted to give Anya what she knew would please her but she didn't want to hurt Clarke,

"Oh yes, Lexa fuck us both, I want you so much,"

Lexa could not deny either of them, Anya stopped moving and Lexa began rutting into Anya, whose cock was then pushed further in side Clarke, they were both making their pleasure known, Lexa was listening for any signal that it was too rough for their Omega,

"Oh sha, Lexa," growled Anya.

"Oh gods," Lexa ground out.

"You really like it, oh, in the ass?" Clarke asked Anya.

"I love it, Clarke, I just want to be, oh, pounded into the furs,"

"Did you hear that, Lexa?"

"Sha," Lexa doubled down and fucked Anya hard, deep, fast and for a long time, just the way she likes it. She was right, they both liked to be pounded into and it had been quite some time since they had taken the opportunity.

"Oh, Lexa, oh, oh, sha,"

"I like having your tongue in my mouth when I come,"

"You say some sexy things," Anya pushed her tongue between Clarke's teeth and explored her mouth thoroughly, she felt Clarke go rigid, a whine sounded at the back of her throat, she slowly fell back onto the pillow, her orgasm had snuck up on her and taken her by surprise.

"Lex," Lexa stopped, Anya pulled out of Clarke, got to her knees, "Make me come," Lexa pushed all the way inside, bottoming out, she gripped Anya's hips and thrust into her savagely, over and over again. Clarke opened her eyes, she moved forward to take Anya's straining erection into her mouth,

"Oh, Oh, sha Clarke, jok,"

Lexa looked over Anya's shoulder and had to fight a sudden urge to come, she had to hold off, to give Anya what she so desperately wanted.

"Is this what I taste like? Mmm, we taste good mixed up,"

"Clarke, stop, I am going to come,"

"Come in my mouth?"

"Then suck me harder, oh, jok," Anya felt a powerful orgasm rip through her cock, her come hit the back of Clarke's throat with force and Lexa let herself go with several final thrusts into that tight ass. They lay there in a hot, sweaty, panting heap.

Chapter Ten

"So," began Clarke,

"What?" Anya asked, between pants.

"I was wondering, whether you were still interested in the three of us mating?"

"Sha, Clarke, of course," said Lexa, suddenly keen.

"Well, I went to see Nyko, he did some tests and he thinks I may come into my heat in ten days,"

"Really, that's great! Is it? Great?"

"Well it gives us the opportunity to mate, if that's what we are doing?"

"What do you want Clarke?'

"Oh I want you both, more than anything I have ever wanted,"

"That makes me so happy,"

"Me too."

"I am not ready for pups, I have to put that out there, in no way - "

"What about your controller?"

"Birth control?"

"Sha?"

"I am leaving it in. I don't know how long it will be effective, but I need all the protection available,"

"There are also teas to prevent pregnancy,"

"I will want all of those,"

"We also can not come inside you,"

"Oh, well, thats last resort, because it really turns me on,"

"It's an option."

"I just want to know what it will mean, in here and out there?"

"It means we will belong to each other, like Anya and I belong to each other,"

"We will bite your scent gland, and you will bite ours - "

"Wait, what?"

"How do you do it on the Ark?"

"Omega's never bite Alphas,"

"Never?"

"Never."

"Is it illegal,"

"I don't think so, it's just our place to be claimed, not to claim,"

"Well, if you don't feel comfortable, but it will strengthen our bond,"

"I want to, I just didn't know it was an option,"

"Clarke, we are your equal. We have our role 'out there', Heda and General in Chief, and you - "

"I know, I am just an omega," Anya and Lexa looked at each other,

"What?" asked Clarke.
"Clarke, we have to talk," Lexa began, always diplomatic.

"Remember when you came back from the market with the coin pouch?" Anya, getting to the point.

"Oh yeah, we were going to talk about that,"

"The citizens of Polis know who you are, Clarke. You are…" Lexa couched.

"Wanheda. In honour of you saving their people from the mountain, you avenged the dead and killed their enemy," Anya finished for her.

"Wanheda?"

"It means Commander of Death."

Clarke stared at them in silence. Commander of Death? Clarke was offended and sickened. She had fought in a war, she had done some despicable, disgusting things to save her people, both peoples.

"No, they can't. I don't want that,"

"It's less about what you might want than what the people want, Clarke,"

"Fine, just make a law, make it illegal to use that term,"

"Clarke…"

"What's this got to do with our mating anyway?" Clarke could feel the crazies gathering.

"Right now, you are hiding. People accept that, for now. But when you come out, whether or not you mate us, Clarke - "

"But if you do mate us, then you will come out, and they will celebrate - you." Interjected Anya.

"As Heda's mate, as Lexa and Anya's mate, and as Wannheda,"

Clarke was in denial, she turned the conversation with determination,

"The money?"
"People won't charge you money. Ever. You are their hero, they feel honoured to give you anything you should be happy to take from them,"

"No. Anya, please take a guard, one who followed me that day, and pay those people?"

"Clarke,"

"Please? Or I will do it myself, but I suspect that will insult them. The art trader, I basically stole a lot of things from him - no, they must be paid," Clarke was beginning to appear distressed,

"Sha, Clarke, if that is what you want, I will pay them,"

"I do want that. Mochof."

"Regardless of 'Wanheda', Clarke, you have never been, nor has anybody ever been, just an omega."

Clarke went into the bathroom and shut the door.

Anya and Lexa looked at each other,

"That went better than I expected,"

"Anya!"

"She is still mating us,"

"Sha, she is. Those Arker alphas don't let their omega's claim them,"

"Well at least they will be weaker if we have to fight them,"

"Sha, that is true. Why do you think she is so upset about Wanheda?"

"Lexa, you know nothing about women,"

"So you don't know, either?"

"No. She feels bad about killing the maunde men, I think it's that?"

"Are you two done whispering?"

"Sha," "Sha,"

"So we will be equal, within the relationship?"

"Absolutely," "Completely,"

"And you will each mark me, and I will mark you and our scent will change, it will merge together?"

"Sha," "Sha,"

"I would be your omega, and you my alphas?"

"Sha," "Sha,"

"You will knot me?"

"If you want to experience that."

"But you won't insist." No response.

Clarke looked at their faces, she saw a mixture of concern and offence. She went and laid her head on Anya's shoulder, she took Lexa's hand,

"I'm sorry. I know you have said so, many times. Please understand, it may take many more times to undo the messages I have received my whole life. I wasn't aware that I lived in a culture that normlised rape. I didn't think of it as rape, over the course of my life I would have been raped frequently, and thought it was my fault. It's confronting.

I am used to being at the bottom of the pile. I get treated so well here, with kindness and it's confusing, it's uncomfortable. Also it can be taken away. I keep trying to figure it out. I never knew my self esteem, my self worth was so low. I thought my self esteem was good, I was going to be a doctor, I would have had choices and power. My medical skill would have provided me with legitimate power on the Ark.

But you two are just giving me value that's not backed up by anything. Nothing. So, it can be taken away again, if you become angry with me or if you don't want me anymore. And I am not a doctor, I don't have the safety of the Ark, it's very frightening."

Neither Lexa nor Anya replied, they just held her, and wondered what sort of people these Ark people were that Clarke could possibly think that their being angry with her was anything more than that or that once mated, they could not want her anymore? That was simply just never going to happen. It couldn't happen, that was the whole concept of mating, she would be theirs and they would be hers, like one didn't cast off pups, they would never cast off Clarke.

After a long silence, "So the Wanheda thing, elevates my public status?'

"Yes," "Sha, Clarke?"
"Any formal power or responsibility?"

"We need to discuss that, but another day, perhaps?" replied Lexa.

Chapter Eleven

Clarke was crazy that day. Back to feeling as though she had worms inside her, she could not sit still, nor could she find comfort, she was all itchy scratchy, both physically and emotionally. Lexa and Anya walked on eggshells around the apartment, it was awkward for all of them. Clarke was stuck inside her head, she knew it too, she was by turns moody, guilty and teary, she didn't sleep well, eat much or sketch at all.

Anya and Lexa spoke about things between the two of them, it was an adjustment for Clarke, a big one, they understood that. Neither felt terribly concerned, they had listened and understood what Clarke had expressed and Clarke was doing her best to process. She had everything she needed; she was safe from harm, had comfortable lodgings, warm clothes, healthy food, a bathtub, art supplies and two women who loved her completely, they were prepared to give her the time she needed to adjust.

Anya and Lexa were busy working throughout the morning and for much of the day but they were excited both for Clarke's heat and for their impending mating, and only mildly concerned about her change in mood. They kept popping in to see how she was from time to time, bringing her a treat or a flower or some small trinket. Clarke punished herself by training too hard at the pits and when the warriors refused to fight her further, afraid Anya would seek retribution, she lifted too many, too heavy weights and then ran the obstacle course until she vomited.

That night she initiated harder sex but Anya and Lexa refused, they some how suspected that Clarke was subconsciously either trying to 'pay' her way or punish herself - and they would have none of that. Not for her and neither for themselves. Clarke became angry, demanding, but her Alpha's remained steadfast, calm, gentle, loving, they saw her through her attempts, her demanding behaviour, her tears and apologies. They had faith that Clarke's 'insides' would catch up with her outside, sooner or later, there was no payment to be made, of course. Ever.

And in the front part of Clarke's brain she knew this. Indeed, had anybody suggested payment to her Clarke would have defended her right to be loved freely with vehemence and zeal, but there was still that irrational, emotional part of her that was apparently trapped in this holding pattern. She had been imprinted, from a young age, to have very little worth; she was a child, a female and an Omega. Her worth would have been supplemented by her parent's high value within the Ark system; her mother as a highly skilled surgeon and Chief Medical Officer and her father as Senior Environmental Engineer and Deputy Resource Officer, both high ranking Council members. Then earned through compliance.

Whilst her father loved her for who she was and her mother loved her for who she would have become (following in her footsteps in the medical field) her vulnerability was triggered when her father was killed - a stark reminder that no matter how much one complied and no matter how high up the food chain someone made it - they could be eliminated just like that! So it was not all that surprising when Clarke herself was arrested and placed in solitary confinement. Disappointing, yes, but surprising? No. She was disappointed that the life she had planned out would now never have a chance to become reality.

Clarke also never had any faith that she would have been pardoned on her eighteenth birthday, not for anything she actually did wrong - but for the threat she posed to the system. Clarke had information. Knowledge. And any value she might ever have provided as a medical doctor was never going to balance out the threat she posed to the system with the information she had about the failing life support system of the Ark. Clarke knew she would be floated. There was no question. No hope.

It actually seemed to her like a reasonably good idea to send 100 people, of zero value to the Ark, to the ground to test survival viability. It was totally unfair and a death sentence, but it still seemed like a good idea to Clarke. That's the strength of conditioning on display right there! She didn't question that part about 100 people having been deemed as having zero value. It was unfair - of course she knew that, but it made logical, rational sense. These people were criminals, mouths to feed, a drain on the system. Even though Clarke knew full well that she herself had never committed a crime, had never even had a trial let alone legal representation. Monty and Jasper were in prison and likely facing a death sentence for something as insignificant as growing pot, Octavia simply for being born!

It was all a crazy mess. Both in reality and in Clarke's psyche. A crazy internal monologue of mess that Clarke knew didn't always make sense - it's just the way it was. Was. Not anymore, apparently. On the ground things were different. Grounder law reigned supreme, where everyone had value. Just by virtue of being born children had a right to protection, to food and to love and comfort. As crazy as Clarke felt, she knew it would pass, like it did before. She would bounce back.

Two days and her thoughts and feelings were back in synch, her attitude and mood were back to what they had been, It took a little longer to get her appetite back and sleep all the way through the night. Sex took a couple of suspended efforts but eventually she got back on track, and her partners were as loving, kind and supportive as ever and Anya always quick witted to lighten the mood was a godsend.

It was almost a fortnight when Clarke slept soundly right through the night and late into the following morning, she woke with an appetite and requested a fire despite it not being cold at all. Lexa and Anya caught each others' eye - Clarke was going into heat. Without discussion they knew that one would stay with her at all times now, each would wrap up their obligations, first one, then the other, and make arrangements to be uncontactable unless in the case of an extreme emergency.

Extra supplies were brought up; firewood, water, juices, teas, food, linen, towels and clothing. Within forty eight hours Clarke would be in full blown heat, her first heat, which would likely last four or five days. Lexa and Anya were determined that it should be the most safe, comfortable and loving experience they could provide, with as few interruptions as possible. They were excited. Anya had helped Omega's through heats before, Lexa had not, but in both cases, this was extra special.

They weren't helping her through her heat as much as sharing it with her, and soon they would be mated to her, to their dear Omega. Just the thought of it brought out competing emotions, on the one hand they would be so gentle with her, on the other, they would go to war in a heartbeat if anyone so much as looked at their Omega - heat or no heat. And whilst they both completely accepted that Clarke was not ready for pups, they couldn't help but glimpse a future where little blonde haired, blue eyed pups reached up for their nontu's.

For twenty four hours Clarke was cold, hungry and slept like a bear, then it was like someone flipped a switch and she was hot, horny and wired. Her heat hit her like a furnace exploded, one minute it was not there and the next it had hit full force. Of course that was not Anya and Lexa's experience but they weren't going to mention it. Clarke was beautiful, her skin glowed, her cheeks were coloured, her energy was perfectly Clarke. They lowered their lover into a cool bath, plied her with cool juices and water, tea for the pain and discomfort, they washed her hair and her body and by the time they helped her to stand it was on.

Clarke's pheromones were broadcasting with strength, Lexa was glad they had replaced all the guards on this floor with Betas! Clarke could not get close enough to her Alphas, she was touching and kissing every part of them that passed in front of her as they dried her off and braided her hair back. In turn they kissed and caressed their Omega, telling her how much they loved her, how greatly they cared for her, how special and wonderful she was, how grateful they were that she was choosing them to mate with.

These sentiments triggered Clarke's already potent desire to have her Alphas make love to her, these sweet messages made her feel loved, free and powerful. She felt confident in herself, her body, her desires and in the eyes of her lovers. But coherent thought was becoming less accessible, her physiology was taking over, she didn't want to think she wanted to feel. She wanted to feel her Alphas all over her body and inside her. A crampy empty feeling was making itself apparent inside her, making her whine.

Lexa picked Clarke up, took her through to the bedroom and laid her on the furs. She and Anya stripped in very quick time while Clarke whimpered and rolled around as though in grief or agony, but they all know what she is missing - Alpha cock. Anya and Lexa tried to slow Clarke down, to distract her with kissing and foreplay but she was adamant and demanding, and when nothing else would satisfy her, they gave in to Clarke's well articulated demands!

Anya took Clarke first but the multiple orgasms didn't satiate Clarke so Lexa knotted her which definitely had an impact, Clarke was almost whimpering with relief. Lexa rolled them both onto their side and Anya brought them all plenty of cool water and fresh fruit. She brought a flannel and wiped the sweat from Clarke's skin to keep her cool and comfortable and then they all lay quietly together until the next round.

"Is this how it always is?" Clarke asked, following a yawn.

"The first one is always a challenge, Clarke, you are doing really well," Anya reassured her, tucking away her loose tendrils and brushing back her flyway strands.

"I feel really fat and moody. Oh god - imagine if I was pregnant? I would be insufferable."
Lexa splayed a hand across Clarke's abdomen,

"You might be feeling a bit full just now, first Anya and now me filling you with our seed, but you are not at all fat,"

"Or insufferable. You will hit your stride soon enough, Clarke, don't give yourself a hard time, just rest," Anya, kissed her forehead.

Heats could be sometimes difficult, especially the first one. Anya was the most experienced of the three and she knew well enough that by the following morning Clarke's cramping, bloating feelings and associated grumpiness would subside and she would experience her sexual peak. And sure enough, Clarke woke them through the night - almost a brand new Clarke. She was horny, but happily so, with a sense of humour and not in such a great rush, she woke Anya and Lexa, tugging them firmly and moving her mouth from one of their cocks to the other. It was absolutely their favourite way to be woken, they ran their fingers through Clarke's hair and all over her skin, praising her and her willing, talented mouth. Lexa followed Anya's move and repositioned herself so that the Alpha's were sixty nining their Omega, going down on her while she gave them head.

"Good morning, our Omega," said Anya, who could not repress her grin. Clarke hummed her good morning without pausing her ministrations, which was very much appreciated.

"Oh Clarke, you are so good to us, that feels so good,"

Clarke paused long enough to say,

"When you two wake up, I have an idea about how you could both mate me - at the same time,"

"We are awake, Prisa, and your wish is our command,"

Clarke's mouth was already full with a huge cock head and she gave it a hearty suck, in no rush to stop doing what she was doing. She very much enjoyed pleasing her lovers, lavishing on them the care and attention they so deserved and obviously enjoyed, just knowing that giving them head made them so happy, made her equally as happy, too.

She knew she was in heat now, she felt actually hot - temperature hot but not excluding attractiveness as well, she was horny as hell, pheromones were rolling off of her in waves and slick was gathering easily between her legs. But she hadn't lost her mind yet, she wasn't sure whether she would or if that was just something people said about Omegas, that they sort of went a bit rabid, not wholly in control of their mind and body. She would have to wait and see, and in the meantime she would focus on pleasing her Alpha's. And pleased they were.

Neither of them were complicated or difficult; Anya was very straight forward and especially fond of waking up to sex. Lexa was even more easily pleased than that - she liked attention, anything really, literally anything. Clarke had studied her intended mates carefully and knew how important that little extra attention was to Lexa; touching her as Clarke passed by, if she was having her hair braided - kissing the backing of her neck once or twice made all the difference, a few soft words in Lexa's ear, even extended eye contact. These small gestures made Lexa exponentially happier, so Clarke did them, frequently.

So that whenever Clarke gave them oral sex they both, especially in the morning, Lexa and Anya were delighted!

Anya and Lexa grinned at each other before getting serious about making Clarke feel good, Anya was taller and had a slightly longer reach which she used to slip a couple of her fingers inside Clarke, while Lexa plied her considerable oral skills to Clarke's vulva and clit, with immediate results.

"Oh that's right, my Alpha's, work together now," she cooed, encouraging them, as Clarke became distracted she used her hands more than her mouth, but her lovers didn't mind.

"Oh yes, so good, oh,