Clexa Read (A03): I'm glad to hear it and I hope you enjoy this one just as much :D
Betagamma (A03): Badass Clarke isn't done yet, my friend, and I am glad to hear it is so highly regarded :D
MobiusVariant (AO3): Probably the same as it is handled today. If someone yells your name and you don't recognize the voice, you look around and see if anyone is looking at or coming towards you. If not, it ain't you they're after.
Alex (AO3): Ontari isn't quite settled this chapter, but next chapter for sure! Always nice to be called brilliant, thank you kindly for that :D
BeserkBookWorm (A03): Correct, there will not be a full on genocide like in canon (which was stupid, don't even get me started on how bad some canon decisions were, fucking Jroth) but the 'good' ones will still face their share of troubles for a time. Only some of the harem will be assassins, since everyone is going to have something they are best at, as it were. There will definitely be more Assassins, just not necessarily harem members. Her transformation is more or less complete, though some things are only just beginning to manifest in this chapter. Her slaves are now utterly (one could argue fanatically) loyal to her and her alone.
Linx007 (FF): Yeah I think its lame how they always handle the Templars, even in canon. But even if I wanted that it would have been unreasonable given that, you know, 99.9% of the human population died during WWIII. Being reffered to a genius is quite the ego boost, thanks :D
To everyone else, thank you for your kind comments and encouragement :D
Now, for those who don't know, I have several links on my fanfiction homepage. My FB group, my forums, my twitch (which I use to stream a State of the Fandom every so often) and, most recently, the link for the discord channel I set up for myself and any readers/fans who want to join me. My tag is the same on both A03 and FF dot net, so feel free to use those links and drop by :D
And, just to warn you, I have been cackling madly over so future crossovers for sequels to The Creed Duology (of which this story is the first half), involving things like various sci-fi franchises and utter badassery and glorious battle on the parts of our heroes/their descendants. That's all I will say for now :D
Right, off we go!
Wait, stop, not yet. Putting a poll on my fanfiction page for the name of the sequel to this story. Obviously it is the second part of the Creed: Everything Is Permitted (...?...). Several options will be on the page and whichever wins will be the title :D
One final thing, if anyone wants to make a TVtrops or (especially!) a 'Reading of' fanfiction for this story or any of my others (but mostly this one, its my baby) please let me know! I would especially enjoy a canon universe reads the story, because it would be funny as hell. I'm planning on doing a Creed Duology universe watches canon story, which should be fantastic. I can't see my characters being too happy with their canon counterparts!
########################################################
Nothing Is True (Save For The Blood We've Shed)
Chapter Eleven
Love, Lust, and Loyalty
##########################################################
Clarke gave a soft grunt and twin impacts sent her to the ground, and she laughed softly and the two Sky Girls clung to her tightly, tears of relief streaming from their eyes as they pressed their faces against her. Clearly the events of the day had scared them badly, not that she was terribly surprised. Banished to Earth (a presumed death trap) then abused and kidnapped by people who should arguably be allies, and then witnessing said kidnappers get slaughtered by someone you no doubt assumed to be dead. And then seeing said person get shot in the head. Holding them close, she took a moment to cherish the affection and closeness.
"It's good to see you girls. Come on, let's get you to safety and civilization, hmm?" she said tenderly, pulling back and wiping away their tears gently before lithely rising to her feet. She was rather surprised when, instead of holding up hands for help, the pair rose to their own feet almost as easily as she had. It seemed as though things had changed a great deal in her absence, for them to move as if they had been trained in the physical arts. Turning towards her ground-born companions, she addressed them in Trigedasleng. "Octavia will ride with me. Anya, can you take Raven?"
The older warrior appraised the mechanic silently for nearly a full minute before nodding her acquiescence. She admitted, if only to herself, to being curious about the Sky Girl she had so often heard Clarke praise as a genius and their greatest asset against The Mountain. Looking at her now, Anya saw nothing but a weak, scared child. Yet, perhaps it was unfair to assume that all children of the Sky would be as strong and lethal as Clarke had assuredly proven herself to be. After all, the black-robed Assassin was the Sky Princess of Prophecy, others were hardly able to stand on the same level as she. Pulling Raven up onto the saddle behind her, she waited as Clarke did the same for Octavia, before falling in at the future Kwin's left side as Lexa took her right, Ontari and the slaves falling in behind them.
"So, why are the two of you down here now? I mean, why would the Council send you down now instead of with the Skybox kids in two years? Especially you, Octavia, the Council promised me that you would be left around unless you started abusing your freedom." Clarke enquired as they began the journey back to Polis at a far more sedate pace than that which they had left it. There was no need to rush now, after all. Another dozen Mountain Men dead, two Sky Girls rescued, and no losses or injuries for their group. All in all, a damn fine day!
"We volunteered, crazy as it might sound." Octavia responded, and Anya had the feeling that if Clarke had been walking, she would have tripped and face-planted at that admittedly surprising answer. Fortunately for Clarke's peace of mind, Octavia saw fit to elaborate without prompting. "It's a long story, but the short version is that Diane Sydney is working with the leader of The Mountain, some guy named Cage. He agreed to kill you, Clarke, if he gets the Skybox kids to experiment on for some sort of cure. We had to warn you, and so Raven and Kane convinced the Council to send us down to 'help you gain access to Mount Weather and guide our people home'. Of course, they've no idea about Sydney or Cage."
'Why did you not simply inform this 'Council' of yours that this woman had turned traitor? Would not she be slain or at the very least imprisoned for so serious a crime?" Ontari inquired suddenly, quite curious about the inner workings, and the weaknesses, of the Sky People, even if only for personal future reference.
"Simply put, she enjoys far too much popular support to be executed or even imprisoned. Even if it could be done, the fallout would be nothing less than utterly catastrophic. Many of her supporters have jobs that are absolutely vital to the survival of The Ark and everyone on it. In other words, the political atmosphere grants her immunity to just about anything that she does. Besides which, proving what she has done would be nigh on impossible due to said politics. Any accusations brought forth could be twisted as an attempt to dispose of a political rival." Clarke explained to the Ice Nation warrior, who frowned in distaste but nodded in understanding nonetheless. After all, such political maneuvering was not uncommon amongst the tribes, even the warriors. For all that they preferred to wield steel over tongue, the tongue had its own place and times of significance.
"Clarke, who are these people? They obviously aren't from The Mountain or The Ark, so they must be from somewhere else, but where?" Octavia asked tentatively, somewhat enthralled by the darkly painted and clothed warriors women around them, even if they were somewhat terrifying.
"Nothing so ludicrous as a part of the Ark crashing, I can tell you that*. No, they are the descendants of the people who survived the Last War. They have a particular nuclear mutation that makes them immune to the latent radiation, just as we are thanks to living on the Ark for so many generations." Clarke told her the short, common-knowledge version of the story, not wanting to say more in front of an Ice Nation warrior, even if it was one Lexa seemed to trust enough to house in her palace and invite along on this expedition. Octavia made a thoughtful noise of understanding, and for a time only the sounds of the horses themselves filled the air.
When at last the mighty walls of Polis came into view, Octavia and Raven gasped loudly, too awed to react even with babbled questions, as Clarke had when she had first laid eyes upon the expanse of polished stone. Even knowing that people had survived outside of the Mountain had been easy enough to wrap their minds around, but how had such a large and magnificent city been build? Moreover, how had the Ark satellites not seen it? Surely something of its size would have shown up on any captured imagery of this area? They burned with curiosity, but elected to wait until they could speak with Clarke in private. She seemed to trust these...grounders, but caution would be best for now. Besides, they didn't want to inadvertently piss off these people.
"When we get inside, stick by me. The Tribes might not take your presence kindly until it is explained who you are and why you are here." Clarke instructed the two newly arrived Sky Girls, who frowned in concern. "Showing up by falling from the sky in a ball of fire tends to make people a little nervous, especially since you girls arrived so much closer to Polis than I did."
"Along with the minor details of you slaying a yong pauna and rescuing one of my scouts, earning you quite a bit of favour with our clan. Never mind personally killing several Ice Nation warriors personally when they defied my commands in regards to you and how you were to be treated." Lexa added dryly, eyes lingering on the way Octavia was hugging herself into Clarke's back, much closer than was strictly necessary. Fortunatly for the young Sky Girl, she wasn't an Ice Nation thrallina who had tasted her Queen. Her eye twitched slightly as she resisted the urge to turn and glare at said slaves for said, in her mind, grievous transgression. She really needed to work on this jealousy of hers, it was a matter of prophecy that she would be sharing her Kwin with others, and it was rather pathetic of her to be so jealous of slaves of all things in the first place. Even if the slaves did get to taste her first (her eye twitched again) and had been alone with her for a month doing Maker knows what (her hands tightened on her reins) and been the first, and thus far only, to learn her sacred Arts (she glared darkly at the back of her horses' head) didn't mean she should be jealous, or hateful, or bitter in any way. She was far to mature for such pettiness, she told herself, and smirked haughtily. After all, she was the Commander.
The Maker, it seemed, heard her and decided to remind her that, Commander or not, she was fallible and lacked the resolve and maturity she so confidently ascribed to herself by the event of Daine trotting past her to ride closely abreast of Clarke for a long moment. They conversed in low voices before Clarke reached out and stroked Daine's cheek gently with on hand, a hand that Daine softly took in her own and laid a kiss upon the palm. Lexa's growl had the entire group (sans Daine, who was now galloping towards Polis) looking at her in either amusement, confusion, or awkwardness. None of which did a damn thing to make her any happier, of course. The obvious affection between the two rankled her harshly, despite the mental Olympics she had performed in an effort to avoid having such reactions to such actions.
"Daine is riding ahead to organize a retrival party for the pod. While The Mountain is unlikely to even said more men to where they just lost a dozen, never mind for technology they are likely to posess already, I see no reason to tempt fate regardless. Just as you didn't when I first arrived." Clarke explained to the group at large, though her eyes were on Lexa, and the Heda nodded her understanding. It was a wise decision, especially considering the treachery they had just discovered.
She frowned heavily at the thought of said treachery. Not only was Clarke being hunted directly by the Mountain, but were doing so at the behest of her own people! A former leader at that! It would be as if Gustus or Indra or, Maker forbid, Anya tried to have her murdered by the Ice Nation! Not a perfect comparison, but still, it was absurd to say the least that such a situation scould come to pass, but somehow she wasn't entirely shocked. This was the same society that betrayed their spouses to unjust execution and sent their children on suicide missions for nothing more than political expedience, at least in Clarke's case.
She may have sent people Clarke's age (not that Clarke was all that much younger than herself, mind) to their deaths many times, but only blooded warriors and only because it would serve a purpose that benefitted her people as a whole, something that Clarke's mission cannot have, given the lack of resources and support she had been initially deployed with. Which made the fact that Octavia and Raven had been sent with those same items that Clarke had been denied all the more interesting. Perhaps this Diane Sydney was not the only one in a position of power on the Ark that sought her Queen's death, simply the only one who had been caught. Which meant that she had to encourage (read: force) Clarke to take her throne and unify the clans before word got back to the Ark. If the survivability of Earth was discovered too soon, both Clarke and her own people would be at risk, an utterly unacceptable sequence of events. With Clarke ruling as Queen of Mankind, however, the Sky People would be forced to respect her authority if they wanted to survive. An authority she could wield to better improve the lives of her friends and fellow teens. Perhaps even get revenge on her mother and the rest of The Council, thought she doubted the girl could bring herself to do it, even if Lexa would without hesitation in the same situation. For all that, she couldn't bring herself to regret Clarke's nature, for while Clarke would be the velvet glove, the gentle touch of kindness…she, Lexa, would be the iron gauntlet, and more importantly the bitter steel blade that would be buried in the guts of Clarke's enemies.
Starting with The Mountain.
######################################################
Ontari kom Azkru had no idea what to think anymore, she really didn't. The Sky Princess was far from the cruel, debauched domina she had expected and imagined her to be. Indeed, her interactions with her thrallinas were tender and affectionate if anything, and she permitted them mounts rather than forcing them to walk, as most would have. Breaker take it all, she allowed them to keep weapons and follow her into battle, something only the most trusted and beloved slave was ever invited to do. After all, only a fool invites a grudge-bearing slave to kill them and claim it was an enemy attack! Or, better still, slay her and flee for their homeland while the Coalition was in disarray! Yet they didn't seem to even contemplate either option! It was unfathomable! How could a usurper, an enslaver that sought to butcher and rape her people, be so kind, so gentle, and so fiercely protective of those she professed to care for that it reminded Ontari of how she acted when Sylvanas was threatened?
She could not even lie to herself and claim that it was all a deception for the sake of gaining power. She prided herself in the ability to properly read people, their motivations, and to discern their intentions. The rage she had seen in Clarke when they had found that her friends had been taken caused a thrill of fear to race through her even now. No, such reactions as those she had witnessed first-hand were no more false than her own affections and protectiveness of her dearest friend.
Though her certainty in the righteousness of her cause waned with each and every passing moment, some doubt yet lingered in regards to the Sky Princess, and even had it not been so, she had sworn to face the girl in a duel of honor for the safety of Sylvanas, an oath upon which she could not renege. She recalled Lexa's words to her over their many meetings and conversations, how the other warrior had forced her to ask herself very difficult questions, questions that forced her to take a step back and think about her interaction with Nia, and indeed her people themselves.
She was neither blind nor foolish, she knew that Nia was neither a saint nor a paragon of vitrue and righteousness. Indeed, it was quite the opposite. She knew that many of the 'incidents' and 'rogue actions' of Ice Nation members were in fact sanctioned and carried out at her personal command, but she had always believed them to be for the betterment of the Nation and their people/ Yet, Lexa had asked her rather bluntly whether or not they had benefited the Nation, or NIa? She had immediately scoffed in response, for what difference was there between the throne and the tribe? Was the ruler not the people, the kingdom? Lexa had responded that while a good ruler was the heart and soul of their people, they could not and should not be the physical embodiment of the kingdom. If they were, no kingdom would survive past the death of its founding ruler, and did not the Ice Nation still stand after all these generations?
So, she had been forced to reflect upon the actions she knew had been committed in Nia's name. Many had been easy to prove had benefitted her people and even the Coalition as a whole just as much as the Queen herself, such as coinage, organized law and justice, and the like. Others, like the attempts to capture or kill the Sky Princess, were only in Nia's favor, for only she and the rest of the Clan Leaders had anything to lose from her arrival. It was said the Sky Princess would rule the world and bring peace, and how could her people not benefit from a life of peace and plenty. No true ruler, she was coming to believe, would do so unless their love of power and self outweighed duty and love to those one ruled. And Ontari was well aware that there was little room in Nia's heart for anyone but Nia. She loathed that knowledge, for her acceptance of such a truth burned like acid, and a small part of her raged at her treason. Yet, she was not inclined to indulging in self-deception, especially not for something so important as this.
Where did these realization leave her? She could not simply cast aside her oaths to Clan and Maker by throwing in her lot with Lexa and the incumbent Queen, but she could not simply return to Nia in disgrace. She most assuredly couldn't kill the sky-eyed Princess, not with how things had changed within her own mind, nor could she destroy their prophesized chance at peace. What, then, was to be her course. What was her future to be, now that she had no loyalties in which she could have faith in, save for the personal loyalty between herself and Sylvanas?
She would compose a letter to the Ice Princess, she decided, one laced with specific code-phrases to let her silver-haired friend know it was legitimate, and leave it in the care of Lexa. Then, she would stay true to her oath and meet her end on the points of Clarke's blades. She would pass into The Maker's embrace with far fewer regrets that she would have a month ago.
#####################################################
'So, where did Ontari come from? I mean, I know she is Ice Nation, obviously, but why is she staying in the palace? Is she like Echo?" Clarke inquired later that night, as she and Lexa sat nursing glasses of wine in front of a roaring fireplace. Anya had retired to her personal rooms not long after they had returned, while Octavia and Raven had been so tired from the day's ordeal that they had had to be carried to beds by the four slaves, who even now were taking it in turns to watch over them in case anyone was overzealous enough to try and break into the palace to harm them. Costia was sound asleep in Lexa's room, having retired whilst they were gone (far earlier than was her wont) for reasons she and Lexa were extraordinarily reluctant to share. To be honest, Clarke was not terribly disappointed, having missed Lexa terribly over the last month, and now quite glad she had some uninterrupted time to catch up with the older girl. She knew well that many things could have happened in her absence that would affect the future drastically, and she could wait to catch up with her fellow sky-born until she knew what threats might have emerged domestically.
"Officially, she isn't her for any particular reason other than a desire to travel and get onto the front lines against The Mountain Men. Unofficially, she is here to challenge you to a duel of honor and kill you thanks to a truly remarkable combination of half-truths and blatant lies from Nia." Lexa responded, sounding remarkably at ease despite her words, and Clarke raised her eyebrows curiously.
"And why, pray tell, do you seem totally unconcerned with someone wanting me dead, someone who in point of fact is even now sleeping only a few doors away from my own room?" She inquired mildly, and Lexa smirked in response. It was one of those smirks that seemed to tease with hidden knowledge and secrets most lascivious.
"Because~, I happen to know that she is the closest personal friend, confidant, and companion to Sylvanas, that she is arguably one of the greatest fighters in the whole of the Ice Nation, and that she questions Nia's motives. She will challenge you to a duel, and should you accept, her life and future will be in your hands. An excellent way to gain admiration and allies amongst the Ice Nation would be, perhaps, to spare her life and take her into your confidence once you are victorious." She responded, and Clarke smirked at her knowingly, quirking a single eyebrow, and she blushed with a small scowl. "Alright, so she's the type of women I am called to bring before you to join your harem, what of it? Damn sight better than those Maker-be-damned thrallinas."
"Haa...?" Clarke regarded her companion with interest, intrigued by both the content and tone of her final comment. The brunette's blush deepened and she fidgeted nervously under the blonde's scrutiny. "Don't tell me that my dear Commander is feeling jealous of another? Surely the woman prophesized to rule at my side and gather for my bed the greatest women warriors of the age is not so doubtful of her own self to feel such a thing?
The chastising tone had Lexa looking down at her knees submissively, feeling very much as thought she was an errant thrallina being scolded by her domina. Indeed, from the glint in her eyes and her bearing, that was almost exactly what was going on. Lexa licked suddenly dry lips, hands folding demurely in her lap. Despite this, she couldn't resist responding to Clarke.
"I do not like how close they are to you. How familiarly you treat them, when even I am not treated as such." She grumbled bitterly, and startled when Clarke's gloved finger tips traced her jawline gently, tilting her face up to meet her eyes.
"Are you jealous that they've made me cum? Are you hurt that I ignored your invitations that night and instead indulged in slaves I had had less than a single night? Did you crave my touch as you so clearly do now?" Clarke whispered softly, and Lexa (to her horror and embaressment) felt tears prickle in her eyes as she nodded yes to all of the domina's questions. A quiet laugh had her flushing in shame and fresh pain, and she surged to her feet, brushing past Clarke and storming away. Of course, she didn't get very far before she was face-down on the floor, arms folded high on her back, wrists pinned between her shoulder blades by an unrelenting grip. A brief attempt at struggling revealed to her how utterly futile such attempts were, and she bit back a moan at Clarke's display of dominiance, as well as the way the Princess' warm breath caressed her ear as she spoke again. "You trying to run away, Lexa? I don't recall giving you permission to leave, little blade."
"How do you know that nickname?" Lexa snarled, trying once more to break free. She would be damned if she would be dominated without a fight, Prophecy or not. Clarke would have to earn her, damnit, especially after toying with her heart and making light of the pains born from her affections. "And I need no permission from you for anything, never mind moving about my own palace!"
"Mmh, not yet perhaps, but the time approaches swiftly when that will no longer be true, doesn't it?" Clarke nearly purred in response, sending a shiver down the spine of her captive which pooled in her groin. "Regardless, you're not going anywhere until you listen to what I have to say. A lot of things have changed in the last month, not the least of which being both my body and my mind."
"Meaning what?" Lexa grumbled as she was pulled to her feet and frog-marched towards her room, traversing the silent halls quietly as she could in an effort to avoid anyone else (like Ontari) witnessing her in her current situation. While she would be more than proud to kneel before Clarke, now was not the time, not without some work on Clarke's part. Ignoring her question for the moment, Clarke used her free hand to open the bedroom door before pushing the brunette Commander inside. Her eyes roved the room, noting Costia curled up in the very large bed, one that dominated one side of the room, like a cat. As interesting as the sight was, what really caught her attention was the contents of the other side of the room, and Lexa whimpered as her crotch damped significantly at the low, throaty chuckle she let loose.
#########################################################
Costia kom Trikru, thrallina to Heda Lexa and one who was far more at home with sums than swords, awakened slowly. She lay there for several long moments, a sleepy frown on her face as she tried to figure out why she had woken. Lexa wasn't getting into bed and spooning her from behind, so it wasn't the usual reason. She was neither bound nor in the process of being bound, as her domina often enjoyed doing whilst she slept (a delightful way to wake up, that), and there was no artificial light in the room, so it wasn't that either. A faint and familiar sound was rhythmically echoing ever so quietly about the room, she noticed dimly, and her frown deepened as she tried to identify the tantalizingly familiar sound.
"Ah, welcome back to the land of the awake, Costia." Clarke's voice brought her shooting upright, staring across the moonlit room to drink in the sight of Clarke torturing a naked and suspended Lexa with various implements of a domina's trade, ones that she was…intimately familiar with. After all, they were used on her often enough. "How does dearest Lexa look to you, thrallina?"
"She looks…blissful, domina." Costia responded promptly, eyes raking the subject of their conversation before dropping submissively, and it was very true indeed. Lexa had been stripped of her armor, clad only in a leather harness that did nothing to hide her body from hungry eyes, and her hands had been bound at the wrists to a long, sturdy rope that hung from the ceiling. A small chain stretched between twin clamps attached to stiff nipples, and three small weights hung from its center, tugging on those rock-hard peaks unceasingly. A delicious agony that Costia remembered well, just as she remembered the metal bar that forces Lexa's legs as apart as they could be without causing her to lose her balance. The riding crop that was stroking along Lexa's right thigh rose and fell with a sharp crack, and as Lexa lurched and moaned into the bridle-style gag in her mouth, Costia realized that the sound that had awakened her was that of the crop laying down softer and quitter strokes than the most recent.
Yet all of this, and the heavy scent of female arousal that choked the air (Costia's own beginning to rise and mingle with that of the other two women the longer she was awake and aware) did not equal the hazy, heavy look in Lexa's eyes. A look that, though it made her seem vacant minded, truly displayed that she had fully embraced her submissive side in this moment. That she had reached that oft-sought after mental plane that the Old World would have called 'sub-space'. Someplace Lexa had sent her too many times, and it was almost embarrassing how wet she was getting seeing the tough-as-nails Commander experience it at long, long last.
"Yes, she does doesn't she? I could get addicted to seeing that look in someone's eyes." Clarke mused, stepping around Lexa to reveal that she had stripped down to a loose cotton shirt and pants that accentuated her form without being skintight. "There is something that I need to show the pair of you. My thrallinas already know and have accepted it, but I cannot say I am not anxious about you doing the same."
Without further ado, Clarke dropped her pants to pool around her ankles. Lexa and Costia both gasped as a large cock of all things sprang into view, rising from the top of her fold where her clit should have been. Though neither Trikru had ever had sex with a man, dignity and body-shame regarding sexuality and being in the nude had died with the old world. Thus, both had seen their fair share of male genitalia, both aroused and not, and were quite aware that their Queen was well above average. However, when Clarke began to fidget nervously, an act that was so out of character for the strong-willed girl that it jerked them from their staring to look at her eyes and note the vulnerability and fear in them.
"You need not fear disgust or hatred from us, Clarke. This is not uncommon amongst the tribes, and those who possess it are able to produce able bodied children with the same ease you could expect from a 'normal' couple." Costia hastened to reassure her Queen, who blushed very heavily indeed at the mention of children. "Neither Lexa nor I think any less of you, and while I cannot speak for Lexa, I can honestly say that my desire for you is not lessened in the least by this knowledge."
Clarke smiled at her in stark relief before turning to Lexa, and the pair looked deeply into one another's eyes, Lexa's making it clear that she was mentally competent enough to make her own decision despite her arousal. A slow, deliberate nod conveyed her answer and Clarke beamed, one hand stroking Lexa's cheek before she shed the rest of her clothing and walked around behind the suspended switch. Sensing that her domina was behind her once more, Lexa arched her back to thrust her ass out in offering. Trailing her fingers across those shapely globes of flashed, Clarke took herself in hand, lined herself up, and sheathed herself into Lexa's aching, soaked sex with a single deep thrust. She gave a short shriek at the initial penetration, followed by a long, shuddering moan as Clarke bottomed out inside of her, hips pressed tightly against her ass. The woman who was Commander of The Coalition and held the lives of thousands in her hands bit hard into the metal bar filling her mouth as something far, far warmer and alive, yet somehow just as hard and strong filled her pussy to the brim. It felt as though the blond Queen-to-be was reaching all the way to the heart she had so swiftly and easily stolen, and she was most definitely reaching places the false cocks she and Costia very rarely used had failed to reach. Though, she was of course far more used to being the penetrator rather than the penetratee, as it were.
For Clarke, it was even more incredible, should such a thing even be possible. The soaked, warm tightness of Lexa (the first pussy she had ever fucked as herself, memories of her ancestors' didn't count) clutched at her tighter than anything she could possibly have imagined, and memory-born experience or not, she very nearly came inside the girl right then and there. She was only able to resist by reminding herself that this was not just about her pleasure, not tonight. It was about forming a bond and a relationship with her first two true lovers, and to best do that she needed to give them the same pleasure she would experience. Besides, dominant or not she wanted them to enjoy themselves just as much as she.
Feeling Lexa move slightly, and almost impatiently, saw Clarke slowly withdrawing, receiving another whimper from her partner, until on the flared tip of her cock was inside of the brunette, before she thrust forward again. Slowly, torturously slow, she began to thrust rhythmically, wanting to relish every single moment. Turning her now shimmering golden eyes to Costia, she spoke in her Artemis voice, an echo-y and dual-layered voice that became prominent when she was highly aroused or using a great deal of her Isu side.
"Strip, Costia, and prepare yourself for me, but don't you dare cum. While you might enjoy any corporeal punishment I would inflict upon you, I would also force your celibacy. For a month. And make you watch when I am with someone else."She commanded, and both girls felt a thrill move through their bodies.
The threat was more than sufficient to ensure Costia didn't try to disobey for the purpose of an enjoyable flogging or something similar. She near about shredded her light sleeping clothes in her eagerness to obey the domina she would soon be sharing with Lexa. She spread her legs wide, and one hand dropped to her already soaked pussy and began to stroke it languidly while the other rose to fondle a breast, twisting and pulling on the nipple for a delightful sting she created as an old friend. An old friend she hoped to soon receive from the blonde woman who had fallen from the sky in a pillar of flame.
Clarke growled low in her throat as she thrust rather harder than before into Lexa, whose walls fluttered around her hard length spastically, and one hand gripped Lexa's hair tightly and pulled her head back roughly. Leaning forward and pressing her breasts to Lexa's back, she placed her mouth beside the older girl's ear.
"You may be my Commander, but I am your Queen. I will unify the tribes, and rule from Polis itself, and you will be my Voice. The Mountain will burn, Nia will be brought to heel, and all shall kneel before my throne." She declared, still in that double timbre, and both thrallinas shuddered in arousal and mewled their agreement. This is what they had dreamed of; a powerful, beautiful, and charismatic domina to rule both their people and their hearts. The rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh continued for several more minutes before Lexa whimpered very loudly indeed, and Clarke smirked, golden eyes gleaming. "Does my dear Commander feel herself about to cum?" Lexa nodded as rapidly as she could with the tight grip Clarke still had on her hair. "I'm impressed you've lasted this long, but you must hold on a little longer, understand?"
Lexa expressed quite clearly that while she understood, she was far from pleased that she would have to wait to reach nirvana. Clarke laughed softly at her frustration, though doing anything was getting increasingly difficult to the incredible pressure that was beginning to build and build within her. She was not going to be able to resist cumming for much longer, and then she was going to take Costia. Said red-head shivered and spread her pussy lips open with trembling fingers, exposing herself quite lewdly to the predator that hunted her. The visual stimulation, combined with the desperate tightness of Lexa, had her spilling into the brunette's depths. A growled command allowed Lexa to topple over the same peak after her with a shriek, immediately addicted to the sensation of warm heat flooding into her womb. Clarke gently stroked her lover's side as both basked in the glow for a long moment, before a desperate, impassioned plea from the bed summoned her attention.
"Domina, my Queen, please! I need you, I need you so badly!" Costia was almost sobbing as she begged, and it dawned on Clarke that, though she was an irrepressible pervert, Costia loved-no, needed- intimacy from those she cared for. Deftly freeing Lexa from her restraints, she helped the unsteady girl regain her balance. Lexa's right hand immediately went between her thighs and reappeared shining with their mixed cum, which she promptly licked clean with a throaty moan.
"Lexa, why don't you lie back against the pillows. Costia, on your hands and knees before her, I want you to taste what I am going to give you." Clarke ordered huskily, swatting Lexa's ass to get her moving, though her resulting gait was awkward and a bit bowlegged, something a very primal part of her delighted in taking credit for.
The moment Lexa was in the bed with her legs spread, Costia eagerly threw herself between them and began lapping away at her weeping petals, tongue deftly seeking out the combined essences of her superiors as her Queen kneeled behind her. She earnestly bucked her hips back when Clarke's flared tip touched her folds, but the Mentor pulled away and laid a firm handed blow across her ass in punishment, and she immediately keened. Like with Lexa before her, Clarke sheathed herself in Costia in a single stroke, and moaned at the remarkably dissimilar similarities between the pair of them, while Costia purred happily at finally being filled, pushing her face and tongue deeper into Lexa. Remarkably conflicted about how she felt about this, Lexa was unsure if she wanted to lose the seed she had received. Intellectually, of course, she knew that getting pregnant at such a critical stage could prove nothing less than utterly disastrous, but she yearned to be the first whose belly swelled with the Queen's child.
"There will be time for my warriors to bear the next generation, Lexa. Until then, either only my civilians or no one at all will be pregnant." Clarke told her firmly though lovingly, and Costia felt a thrill of happiness at the idea before quashing it. She wouldn't do that to Lexa, she would take the moon tea and wait until her beloved was with child before she allowed herself to do the same. After that, the gloves were most assuredly off. Clarke stroked her spine gently in response to her thoughts, verbally expressing her approval moments later, praising her loyalty and affection for Lexa in equal measure to her renewed assurances that Lexa would carry her first born if she so desired it.
None of them noticed in their sexual bliss that Clarke was reading their minds, and if they had it was doubtful they would even care. It was just one more quirk of Clarke, easily dismissible as part of her First Civilization heritage. Costia clenched tightly around the pounding shaft as it moved in her depths, never wanting it to leave, nor for the pleasure it caused to end. As said pleasure built and built beyond even what Lexa could make her feel, the flesh and blood of Clarke reaching places the polished wood of a false cock could never imagine striking.
All too soon, she tumbled into the abyss, her pussy milking her domina's cock eagerly in order to lay claim to the same seed she had so happily cleaned from Lexa, a combination of tastes she was doubtless to find incredibly addicting if given the chance to taste it again. A throaty growl echoed above her as she felt a searing flood flow into her spasaming core, and she cried out in loss as Clarke's softening length slipped out of her. The loss was thankfully lessened when Clarke ordered them from bed before placing herself under the covers and holding her hands out in offering. Both girls eagerly took the offer, scrambling to join her and cuddle up to their Queen, spending several minutes exchanging soft, gentle kisses with one another and with her as she stroked their sides and backs soothingly, her gently aftercare giving them an additional afterglow of an altogether different kind. Tired and wonderfully sore from their exertions, it did not take long for the trio to fall asleep, the two Trikru's using their Queen's large breasts as their pillows, uncaring of how anyone might react in the morning.
#################################################
Lexa was the first to awaken the next morning, and for a time she simply lay there, wrapped in the warm and peaceful presence of her lovers. The thought brought a broad smile to her face as her heart soared with happiness. She knew that they would soon have to rise and face their duties for the day, return to the stern masks that they wore for their people, but here and now, she had found her paradise. Even if she was sorer than she had thought possible, she thought to herself with a half-grimace as she shifted slightly. She hadn't felt like this since the night she and Costia had lost their virginities to each other. Still, like then, she couldn't find it in herself to be unhappy with the results when the cause had been so wonderful. Looking up at the clock on the wall, she sighed a little sadly and sat up, gazing down at her Queen and their mutual lover with love singing in her heart and shining in her eyes. Ducking down, she gently pressed her lips to Clarke's, who hummed in appreciation as her eyes opened blearily. Smiling at her, Lexa did the same to Costia, who instead of opening her eyes instead mumbled in her sleep and held onto their lover tighter, left hand latching onto the breast Lexa had slept on, getting a moan from Clarke. Lexa rolled her eyes in amused exasperation and spanked the fire-haired civilian sharply, jolting her awake. She immediately bolted upright with a squeal, clutching the assaulted portion of her body and pouting heavily at the two laughing women.
"That wasn't a very romantic way to wake me up after ravishing me last night, ai hodnes." She whined, though there was the smallest of smiles gracing her lips as she watched Lexa laugh freely. Something even she did not get to see all that often, for there were always warriors and generals about.
"Romance, I can do." Clarke smirked, recalling a poem from a movie and deciding it was ideal for the circumstance. "As morning hues of sun-swept fire caress your passioned face, alone with thee a pure desire to worship untold grace. My soul would cry in silent prayer to an hour swept apart. Your essence warms the evening air as I dance into your hearts."
Costia swooned and Lexa barely resisted doing the same, only able to do so thanks to drawing on her Commander side. It had indeed been very romantic, and so smoothly delivered too! Yet, as much as such poetry made her want to take advantage of the steadily rising tent that Clarke was currently pitching with the blankets, they had a lot to do. Not the least of which being Ontari and how to handle Clarke's ascension to power.
"As romantic as that was, Clarke, there are far more responsible ways for which we must spend our time today, no matter how preferable staying in this room all day would be. You, especially, have much to do, you must begin learning how to rule our people before you can take the throne." She verbalized her thoughts to her lovers, ignoring how Costia's pout deepened.
"Blue-balling your Queen ought to be a punishable offense." Clarke huffed as she slipped out of bed, cock bobbing as she walked over to the neat pile of armor she had left near Lexa's own far-less organized pile from the night before. "First thing I will do as Queen, decree that blue-balling me is illegal and harshly punished."
Though they had never heard the phrase before, the two Trikru nonetheless grasped the meaning behind it and giggled softly, even as they watched her dress with more than a little disappointment one that was enhanced as her hood shrouded her face once more, body language becoming decidedly business-like. Informing them that she was going to wake Raven and Octavia, the Mentor of the Brotherhood, leaving them to dress themselves and head for the throne room to await her presence, amused despite their own desires.
################################################
Octavia Blake and Raven Reyes were already awake when Clarke arrived, conversing quietly with one another whilst the four Ice Nation Assassins had their own hushed conversation on the other side of the room. The moment Clarke entered the room, the four young women knelt whilst a confused and awkward Sky Girl duo looked on, unsure of how to react to this reverential treatment of their friend and idol.
"Come with me, all of you. It seems I must begin to face the music and prepare for my pre-ordained responsibilities. We make for the Throne Room." She commanded regally, spinning on her heel to depart, her four slaves following promptly. Raven and Octavia exchanged glances filled with tumbling emotions before hastening after them. Maybe now they could finally get some answers, good ones.
Further down the hall, they encountered Ontari who, like them, was on her way to the throne room. She hesitated slightly upon spotting Clarke and her entourage, but visibly squared herself and joined their company, falling in with Raven and Octavia.
"So the two of you lived above the Sky with the Sky Princess?" the Nightblood scion asked curiously, and the two stared at her for a moment before beginning to giggle. Affronted, Ontari glared at them quite darkly, and they quieted quickly and smiled apologetically.
"We're sorry, we're not laughing at you, it's just that 'Princess' is what a lot of people on The Ark called her as well, and it's strange to hear people call down here call her the same." Octavia explained, and Ontari blinked at her owlishly in confusion.
"Of course you and I would name her as such, for what else could she be?" she asked almost incredulously, wondering why this was something to remark on, and got strange looks from the two Sky Girls before asking a less rhetorical question. "What was she like before she descended to this world?"
"Well, we've only seen her in a fight to rescue us, so who can say? I can tell you that she seems just as likely to take shit from idiots down here as she was up there, which is to say not at all. I mean, you saw how she talked to Cage over the radio." Raven grinned broadly. She, like Clarke, felt duty bound to point it out when people were being foolish. Unlike Clarke, she was as rude and sarcastic as possible when doing so. She didn't have the temperament or the patience to be polite and diplomatic all the time like Clarke.
"Clarke hasn't really changed all the much if you ask me. Still protective of her friends, still kind and gentle, and still utterly merciless when it comes to protecting those she cares about. She went up against The Council to protect me, even though it made her more vulnerable." Octavia added with a curious and familiar note in her voice, and it took Ontari glancing over at her and seeing the look in her eyes to recognize it.
Idolazation, pure and unadulterated hero worship. Not only respect for a friend or a leader, but a deeply personal loyalty born from a personal debt of great magnitude. She could only assume that the Sky Princess going against this 'Council' was the cause, and it certainly sounded very important, probably the equivalent going up against a clan leader or the Senate. It begged to question, then, what Octavia had done to earn their ire?
"I was born, quite literally. Each family on the Ark is only allowed one child. My mother had me in secret, and thanks to her I spent the first sixteen years of my life living in a hole in the floor roughly the size of a bathtub. When When I was finally caught, Clarke forced the Council to let me live like a normal Arker, instead of being locked in a jail cell." She was told when she voiced this inquiry aloud, and she had trouble containing her anger. She couldn't comprehend it, for each and every child the Tribes gained was treated as the gifts from The Maker that they were. It was unfathomable to her for such a thing to be considered a crime, never mind worthy of death, and she told them as such. "Yes, well, given this is the same Council that is planning on sending almost a full fifth of the next generation as expendable scouts, you can't expect too much intelligence out of them. Hell, they killed Clarke's dad for wanting to tell the people that The Ark was in danger."
"This tale is well-known to all the tribes, it was spread by the Heda's command not long after the Sky Princess arrived. Her mother betrayed her father to his best friend, your 'Chancellor', who killed him rather than helped him. He is well thought of by many in the tribes, for he was willing to risk and indeed lose his life for the good of his people. The best of traits for a leader of man to posess." Once again, Ontari's words confused the Sky Girls immensely, but they opted out of asking for elaboration for fear of receiving yet another bizarre response. Instead, they focused on observing and absorbing their surroundings with no small amount of fascination. After several minutes more of walking (Clarke seemed to be taking her time so that they could absorb more of what they were seeing) the group finally arrived at the throne room.
"Clarke, you're here. And you've brought the others, good. Now we can finally get started." Lexa said, rising from her throne and gesturing for them to join her at the large, map and scroll-laden table below the dais, a newer addition that Clarke was willing to bet was part of a deliberate play by the Commander, though she could only guess what precisely said play would consist of. Regardless, she led her group over, Raven and Octavia at her shoulders with Ontari a little further down and the slaves a respectful distance behind the sky people.
The center of the map was dominated by an enourmous map that quite accurately represented a significant portion of the eastern coast of the United States, and as far west as the national park and the border with West Virginia. Several clusters of colored pins dotted the map, while several small figurines stood tall from their own places.
"This map is of the explored territory held by the member tribes of the Coalition, or are knwn to us to be uninhabitated entirely. Out west beyond our borders are various nomad groups that trade both with us and smaller communities that they claim exist further in west. They tell us of a great river that could allow Luna's people to open shipping trade with these western peoples directly, but we've yet to find our end of it and they are unwilling to tell us directly." Luna explained, gesturing broadly before growing more precise as she continued.
"The Boat People are largely located in and around their capitol of Baltim, here." She tapped a cluster of deep blue pins, before indicating a series of red strings emanating from it along waterways. "As you can no doubt see, they have shipping trade with nearly every tribe."
"Yes, thanks to the war I am guessing there is a whole lot more…water front property than their used to be. That river you're talking about must be the New Madrid. It follows and old fault line from about…here." Clarke tapped just off the map, south-west of the National Forest. "Used to be solid ground, but a few to many nukes during the war started quite the chain reaction."
Lexa silently secured a pin and placed it at the indicated location, mentally making a plan to send scouts to confirm it. If true, it would greatly empower her people to have access to the western lands directly rather than through the nomads.
"At any rate, the North is Ice Nation territory." She indicated most of what used to be Pennsylvania. "The Tree Clan control this area," an equally large swathe of West Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, and Virginia. "While the other clans are far smaller and control the space in between." She gestured to the very small clumps of grey, red, yellow, and a variety of other sandwiched between the massive territories of whit to the North and green to the South. At the center of it all was a small castle figurine that was clearly meant to represent Polis. Lexa moved on to the soldiers, many of which were arrayed around Mount Weather. Each soldier had a small pennant with a corresponding color to the clan pins, and it was easy enough to understand why.
"Each of these figurines represent one thousand fully trained warriors, and as you can see the vast majority station near The Mountain are Trikru. Nia insists that Coalition troops, especially the Azkru and their allies, aren't needed for 'glorified patrol duty' when The Mountain is right next to Trikru lands." Lexa's voice was dry, but no one missed the amused contempt lurking within it, nor was anyone inclined to protest. Even Ontari acknowledged that it was a foolish and short-sighted take on the matter.
The three Sky People pursed their lips in a quiet whistle of amazement at the number of warriors they saw on the map. Clearly a significantly larger number of people had survived and had a great many children, because there were about 100 soldiers dotted around the map. Again, the vast majority were green and white, though the white soldiers were almost entirely in Ice Nation territory.
"What do we know about The Mountain?" Clarke inquired, and Lexa grimaced in distaste, while her Generals and Ontari scowled and folded their arms, glaring at the map unhappily.
"Unfortunately, not very much at all. Their main gate is impervious to our weapons, and even if it wasn't, we cannot reach it so long as they possess the acid fog. It is unavoidable, agonizing, and always fatal. The only way to survive is to hide within a hole, or a cave, or a structure until it dissipates once more." She responded very unhappily. "Beyond that, we know only that they turn our warriors into Reapers, and that none whom they capture escape."
"Well, I can promise you that they will be dealt with soon enough, preferably before the other kids are sent down. No way in Hell am I letting those scum get their hands on any more of my people without a fight, especially not if they can use Sky People blood to be permanently free of The Mountain. Plus, we can't risk a physical alliance between Cage and Sydney." Clarke declared firmly, looking up to gaze around the table. "To that end, my Sister, Galina, has been scouting the exterior and interior of The Mountain. She is an Assassin of incredible skill and is well over a century old."
"And I've returned with the goods, Mentor." Said Assassin chose that moment to stride through the main doors of the throne room, a wary pair of guards just behind her, though they were promptly dismissed by Lexa. Continuing her course, Galina within moments stood at the foot of the table, a large satchel suddenly filling her hands.
"What news, Galina?" Lexa asked with thinly veiled eagerness, leaning forward on the table, eyes bright with anticipation. "Did you find another route in and out of The Mountain?"
"I did far better than that, Heda. Not only did I aquire a map and blueprint of The Mouintain, but I managed to get my hands on passcodes, passwords, and a radio that will connect us to a rebel faction inside The Mountain. One that wants Cage dead and to have peace with The Coaliton." The frozen-in-time Assassin responded with a broad smirk, visibly enjoying the reactions of those around her.
"You…you're in contact with traitors inside The Mountain? People who wish its destruction as much as we?" Anya stuttered is disbelief, hardly able to imagine such a boon. If it was true, this war would finally be over, and they would finally have the peace they had craved these past 100 years.
"Impossible! It must be a trick! Treasonous scum!" Ontari spat, lived for what she perceived as this most base of betrayals of their people to their greatest enemy, and Galina raised an eyebrow at her calmly in response.
"is it so hard to believe that some of them are just as weary of this war and its atrocities as you? That some of them might wish for their children to grow up in a world of peace rather than blood and fear?" she asked mildly, but Ontari merely sneered at her.
"What fear have they felt, what suffering have they endured compared to my people?"
"The fear and suffering of never beign able to go outside, never getting the feel the sun on your face, the breeze in your hair. To never smell the grass after a rainstorm. That is what they endure, no greater or lesser than the pains of the tribes, only different."
Ontari, and indeed all who stood at the table, fell into a contemplative silence as they considered that. She had a point, as unhappy as it made them to think it, never mind acknowledging it. Besides which, their feelings on the matter were ultimately irrelevant, because what truly mattered was that they had an incredible advantage and opportunity here, one they would be nothing less than monumentally idiotic to squander.
"Well done, Galina, very well done indeed. I think it would be best if we tried to communicate with them promptly." Clarke grinned at her before growing serious and turning to Ontari. "First, however, we have business to resolve do we not, Ontari kom Nightblood, kom Azkru?"
"…yes. Though I now doubt the case for which it was sworn, I never the less made an oath to face you in a duel of Honor for the sake of my Princess." The warrior in question acknowledged firmly, no trace of reluctance in her voice or bearing.
"As the challenger, you are afforded the right to choose the time and place, and as the challenged I am afforded the right to choose the weapons. So, make your choice." Clarke agreed, mind ticking away coolly as she considered and discarded dozens of plans for both of them to come out of this alive.
"I chose here and now, with these as our witnesses. Heda shall arbitrate the match." Came the quick response, and Clarke nodded with a sight. Of course she would say that, she was on a suicide mission, one that would doubtless play directly into some facet of Nia's plans. This left Clarke in an unenviable position indeed, because subduing the girl without killing or maiming her would be no mean feat. Forcing her to submit was her best shot, but to say it was far, far easier than actually doing it could possibly be.
"Very well, I chose the blade, of any length or combination you see fit. No hidden weapons, no underhanded trickery." She declared in turn as she paced around the table into the emptier half of the room, Ontari taking position opposite her. Lexa took her own place as Field Marshal, and at her dropped hand Ontari rushed at Clarke, blade striking as swiftly as a serpent.
###############################################
*Seriously, this was one of the most retarded things that the writers came up with. Do you really eexpect me to believe that an Ark station that was shot down was somehow still in good enough shape for people to have survived landfall, never mind enough of them to reproduce to the needed levels? No, fuck off, it's stupid and I ain't doing it. Even if only Bekka or whatever made it down, just no. No, no, no, and in case you didn't get it, NO!
And like I said, A.L.I.E and The City Of Light will exist, but NOT anything even similar to canon. None of that "Heda secretly has an A.I. in her head" bullshit here, no sir.
So, I've decided to go with a particular route in ultra-formal situations like a Duel or something similar. Ontari of the Nightblood Clan, of the Ice Nation being how I am translating that, and its parallel would be like medival times. For example, one similar introduction would be: Sir Thomas Coleville, Earl of Warwick. Personal name, followed by who they are representing, if that makes sense?
Oh, and for anyone wondering, there will be more romantic lemons later, this one was more of an establishing of roles type thing.
