Welcome back, my friends! Yet another chapter of Nothing Is True! Gonna put something things down here right before I get into rieview replies.

First, all Weapons of Eden in this story either exist, or are an extrapolation of the appropriate myth added onto a class of Weapon of Eden. For Example, the Sword of Eden known as Excalibur is Assassins Creed canon, and was used by King Arthur. The abilities of the Daggers of Eden created from the breaking of the Trident of Eden are all canon. However, them being forged into a spear is not. Caerwennan is not a canon Dagger of Eden, but is in Arthurian myth with the abilities described within this chapter. Make sense? If not, let me know in the reviews/comments/PM. Furthermor, these are not an excuse to make Clarke godlike, but rather something that is going to play a significant role and be balanced out later on in this story and the sequel. I am planning a godlike!Clarke story, but that's a different crossover altogether. There's a hint, four words that are the entire reason I will be writing it: Farseer Clarke. Howling Banshee Octavia. Okay, five words, but what the hell ever, mang.

Second, I want to be clear: everyone in the harem belongs/will belong physically and emotionally to Clarke. However, each of them will also be involved in an internal sub-pairing. The current sub-pairings are as follows:

LexaxCostia (CommandedPervert)

AnyaxRaven (GrounderMechanic) This will be getting more developed soon, so PleaseLookForwardToIt ™

DainexSamaraxAilynxDaja (Slaves of a Feather Flock Together) This will be getting more developed soon, so PleaseLookForwardToIt ™

Others will form as the story progresses, in fact we see another one form at the end of this chapter. Enjoy it, you slavering pack of perverts. Furthermore, these pairings will not be exclusive. Everyone in the harem is going to be fucking each other at some point, but these pairings are who they sleep beside every night, providing they aren't with Clarke.

We learn a lot about the City of Light and ALIE in this chapter, I hope you all enjoy it. As a note, the City of Light's true identity is of my own making, it is NOT Assassins Creed canon. And by my own making, I mean I took a mythological city and made it real in-universe. Whatever, you know what I mean! Just read the damn chapter and throw some likes, comments, subscribes, what the hell ever on down at the bottom, yeah?

Now for review replies:

Alex (AO3): Raven will come around a bit sooner than Octavia, but each of them will come around thanks to the person that they will be paired with inside of the harem, i.e. Anya for Raven. This isn't going to take much longer, as they are going to be fully integrated into the relationship by the time that The 100 come down. I hope you enjoy what I am doing with The City of Light and ALIE in this chapter :D

Achitaka (AO3): That is how the last chapter ended, and Pouty!Lexa will probably feature next chapter with Clarke having to get back into her good graces (one guess how that's going to happen). There is some smut this chapter, though it is rather short and not overwhelmingly detailed, mostly because of the spontaneous nature it occurs in.

VileniaVeladorn (AO3): I'm trying to use as little AC lore as I can, really, the canon lore is basically irrelevant to this story beyond the pertinent details. Neither you nor I particularly feel like slogging through a blow by blow account of whom killed whom and when over the entirety of human history because one dude was an Assassin and one was a Templar. Submissive Luna isn't going to appear just yet, mostly because I have yet to decide who her inter-harem relationship would be, and she needs to talk to Lexa first. Hell, Luna might not have an interharem relationship, just drift from person to person freely. Havne't decided yet. As for ALIE, you're about to find out , at least partially :D

As for Titus…no idea, I feel like his character was pointless and inserted for the sake of creating drama, like Gustus' character was.

Linx007 (FF): No problem man, glad to have you back :D Hope you enjoy what I have done with ALIE, and I can promise humiliations galore for Pike and Jaha…haven't decided whether to off them yet lol

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Nothing Is True (Save For The Blood We've Shed)

Chapter 14

Legacies

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The dock workers weren't terribly shocked when the Waverunner was spotted by the outer markers. Clan Head Luna traveled between Polis and Baltim frequently, so her favored transport was one that entered and exited the harbor often, though it had its own, heavily guarded private dock. They weren't shocked to see a unit of the Riptide Guard, Luna's personal guard force, arriving as the sleek vessel was lashed to its berth. Naturally, they were utterly unsurprised to see their Clan Leader appear on the deck of the ship and address the guards and Captain together.

What did shock them was the appearance of a young woman who could only be Clarke Griffin, the Sky Princess herself. She was exactly what the official reports described her as: tall, beautiful, wearing strange armor, and moving with a lethal grace unmatched by anything they had ever seen. Of course, they were all mature and reasonable adults, far to professional and wise to believe that she was a sorceress that could shoot lightning from her hands and read minds just by meeting your eyes.

After all, such things were totally impossible. No one could do things like that, not even prophesized women who fell from the stars in a pillar of fire that roared even louder than the legendary Pauna in one of her equally legendary rages. She was a perfectly normal human being, there was nothing to worry about whatsoever…

Right?

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"Your dock workers are a rather shy group, Luna." Clarke commented as they walked through the city towards the coordinates provided by the voice on the radio, ostensibly performing a guided tour of the city, with Ontari and a cluster of guards following at a short, albeit respectful, distance. Baltim, from what she had seen so far, was an utterly stereotypical port city, with large war-galleys tied up alongside lumbering merchant tubs, crews and loadsmen in unceasing movement. Harborside merchants were crying their wares, taverns and brothels were full to bursting with staff and customer alike, and children ran about under the watchful eyes of all, for naturally none wanted to see a child dead for drowning or being trampled underfoot by man and horse.

"You intimidate them, My Queen. Your legend has grown exponentially since your arrival, and of course by word of mouth you are a supreme being, a sorceress according to some tales, and anyone who meets your eyes will have all their secrets revealed to you." Luna informed her, eyes dancing in delight at the disgusted face Clarke pulled in response. "Civilians and Warriors both, regardless of how composed and dignified they might behave when scrutinized, gossip like children about the lives of those above them. Just as the nobles gossip about the Clan Leaders and one another. Gossip, My Queen, transcends time and borders alike, spreading faster than a plague and becoming wilder than the ravings of a madman."

That had Clarke chuckling softly, because it was true. Humans seemed to love gossiping, no matter where they were from or how 'dignified' they acted. Even on The Ark, where everyone known one another and secrets were virtually non-existent, gossip was prevalent. Mostly baseless and ludicrous nonsense, of course, but it was there all the same. She had learned, though, that within every ludicrous story or bewildering rumor was a nugget of truth, even if only a miniscule one. In this case, she could in fact read minds, but only current, surface thoughts, and only if she immersed herself in her Isu heritage, something that she preferred not to do unless it was absolutely critical and necessary…or she was really, really turned on. Not that she was planning on sharing that with anyone, quite the opposite in fact. The last thing she wanted to risk were cults worshipping or condemning her for her abilities to start springing up. Nothing good could come from that. Probably, anyway.

Moving past those thoughts, she checked her GPS once again and saw that they were only minutes away from their apparent objective, and increased the group's pace eagerly. It didn't take them all that long to find the right building, a damaged but still standing cathedral.

"Look for anything bearing off symbols that looks like it might conceal an entryway or staircase or something of that sort." She told them, and they promptly scattered to search the magnificent building thoroughly.

"Lady Clarke! Over here!" one of Luna's elites called out after a good half hour of searching. Following the sound of his voice, they found themselves congregating in the most obvious place imaginable: in front of the altar. Clarke could hardly believe it, but there it was, carved into the worn construct in miniscule form: the symbol of her Order. Why would they put it in such an obvious and stereotypical place?!

Grumbling under her breath about the clichéd decisions of her predecessors, Clarke nonetheless activated the tiny switch, causing the altar to slide backwards and reveal a long, dark staircase descending into who-knows-where. Turning to Luna, she spoke solemnly.

"You and the rest of the group should stay up here, Luna. I don't know what we will run into down there, and I don't want your blood on my hands. Lexa would be inconsolable if you died." She said, but Luna scoffed lightly and shook her head in refusal.

"Lexa would be in far worse shape if you died, and so would I, even if only because she would demand my head on a silver platter for letting anything happen to you. Besides, anything that might put you at risk is something that I can help you protect yourself from. I'll even get to see what Lexa did back in Polis." She said cheerfully, though she did order her guards to remain behind and ensure no one went down the tunnel after them.

"I of course must be at your side, domina. Lead and I shall follow." Ontari agreed submissively, mindful of the guards' presence and behaving accordingly. They wouldn't understand Clarke's willingness to let her come to grips with things in her own time, and she wouldn't be responsible for rumors spreading that Clarke couldn't control her own slaves. "You returned to me my blade so that I could protect you, and so I shall do so."

"Very well, if you both insist then I suppose I will just have to force myself to endure the great hardship that is your company." Clarke sighed theatrically, smiling despite her concern for their safety. She dearly hoped that she would not have to bury and mourn either of them, she was both immensely glad and immensely blessed that she had not lost anyone close to her in the myriad of dangerous events that had occurred since her arrival on Earth.

Taking a deep breath, Clarke led the way down the stairs, the other two young women behind her, hands ready to draw steel should the need arise, though it was far too dark for them to confidently see the path before them. Fortunately, Clarke's genes ensured that her eyes were far more powerful than any normal human's could be, and she was able to locate and activate the door at the bottom before they plowed into it. Upon passing through, it did not take long for various sensors to detect their presence and begin activating machines long dormant.

"Welcome to the Baltimore Vault, Inheritor." The voice from the radio spoke over what had to be some sort of PA system, causing Ontari and Luna to take up defensive positions around Clarke, swords drawn and eyes scanning for the source. "Have your subordinates lower their weapons, I mean neither you nor they any harm."

"I'll not, thank you very much all the same, until I've seen you and learned your name, affiliation, and how you were able to contact me and lead us here." Clarke retorted bluntly, folding her arms resolutely, and what sounded like a mechanical sigh echoed around them. Light flickered above the center of the room to reveal a female avatar dressed in a long, silken red dress.

"I am the Avalon Logistical Intelligent Entity, an A.I. dedicated to the upkeep and internal affairs of Avalon, which you refer to as The City of Light, as well as the enhancement and survival of humanity as a whole. Please, call me A.L.I.E." it said warmly, and Clarke frowned in thought.

"Avalon…?" the name rang a bell within her memories. Something about Britain, she thought? It took a full three minutes to finally place the name, and her head shot up with wide eyes. "AVALON? The Isle of the Fae that King Arthur was taken to in Arthurian legend?"

"Close, very close. Arthur, or more appropriately Artorius, was a Assassin of Isu descent, a rather high percentage of active genes in fact. When he fell at Camlann, his Knights brought him to the coast, where a 'mystical ship' retrieved him and brought him to me. Sadly, I was not able to preserve his life in the face of such grievous wounds, but I was able to recover the various Isu artifacts that he wielded. With those artifacts, destroying the Templars in Mount Weather will be almost laughably simple." ALIE responded with a smile, her image flickering entirely red for a sheer instant before resettling. "I will take you there now and give you those artifacts, as is your birthright."

"I hope that it will involve some teleportation, because I have a couple of wars to win and an Empire to form. That certainly can't wait for me to get all the way to the British Isles the old-fashioned way." Clarke commented dryly, receiving a soft laugh from the AI in response.

"It does, not to worry. Total transition time will be a handful of seconds at most." ALIE assured her, and Clarke nodded before turning to her Companions and reassuring them that it was perfectly safe and totally painless. Pushing aside their doubts, the duo joined the blond Assassin on the glowing platform. An instant later, they were thousands of miles away, stepping off of the platform into a brightly lit room of vastly different architecture.

Though Luna and Ontari recognized no particulars, Clarke was a well-educated child of The Ark. She recognized the Classical Roman architecture around her, architecture that had helped influence Humanity for centuries, just like the people who had built it. Leaving the small antechamber the teleporter was housed within, that fact became even more apparent, for towering above the sprawling city before them stood arguably the most famous building in world history: The Coliseum of Rome.

And it was not the Coliseum that had been destroyed during the Last War either, for this one was in pristine condition, the white-washed stone gleaming brightly in the sunlight, pennants fluttering from the peak.

"I did not know that men could build such things." Ontari murmured in awe as she gaped up at the massive structure. "What is this place, My Lady?"

"Something that I thought was destroyed a very long time ago. How can it be here, and in such perfect condition? Rome was obliterated and the great Coliseum with it!" she responded numbly, trying to grasp what was going on, and ALIE's voice echoed around them once more.

"The Rome you speak of was a pale imitation of Avalon's glory, constructed entirely by Templars and Assassins alike to be in the precise image of this city, this last mobile bastion of the Isu. The only other of its kind was Atlantis, but that was destroyed during the Human-Isu war." She explained, and Clarke hummed absently in acknowledgment as she gazed around the unfathomably beautiful city. "The Armory you are seeking is within the Imperial Suite of the Palace. Artemis knows the way, Clarke, which means that you do too."

Clarke nodded to herself, the required knowledge coming to the forefront of her mind promptly the moment she tried to recall it. Setting off at a brisk walk, she led the way through the immaculate cobblestone streets, eyes focused on their objective, while her two Companions were looking all around in awe, breathlessly admiring the polished marble columns, the magnificent gardens, and the intricate fountains that bubbled and danced in the sunlight.

Nearly an hour later, the trio finally arrived at the gates of the Imperial Palace, a massive complex that was quite literally a city within the city, possessing walls, towers, gates, and other defenses of its own. Within those defensive structures lay gardens, barracks, bathhouses, pools, and a myriad of other delights, with the Palace proper in the center.

The Palace was a broad structure, with towering columns, sloped tiles roves, and intricately carved and colored mosaics depicting various battles, hunts, feats of strength, and the like. The steps into the palace were as wide as the middle third of the building, and divided down the center third by an artificial river, with a waterfall at the top, and plants and small trees alongside the chuckling brook. The interior, once they reached it, was just as magnificent as the exterior, if not more so, yet something caught Clarke's eyes and brought her to a halt.

It was a mural, much like those outside in size, vibrancy, and quality. Unlike those outside, however, it depicted a scene she was intimately familiar with: her blowing the head off of the yong pauna to save Lincoln's life. A faint humming sound drew her attention, and she half-drew her pistol in shock as a flying orb-like…thing went overhead and began carving another image into the wall.

"ALIE, what is all of this?" she asked aloud, knowing that the AI would be watching and listening, and her voice responded within seconds.

"This is your palace, it is only right that those seeking an audience with you see your greatest triumphs. The murals will impress upon them that you are not a child to be trifled with, but a powerful warrior-empress with many legendary feats to your name." was the answer, and any protest Clarke would have made was stifled as she continued. "The throne room is directly ahead, and is the fastest way to your suite, which possesses your private bedroom, library, armory, and the like. I can give you a full tour another time, after all you are in a bit of a rush."

"Yes, of course, you're right. We need to hurry." Clarke shook herself and set off again at a trot, paying no attention to the Throne Room itself as she passed through it to ascend a hidden spiral staircase directly into the Imperial Suite. Only when she entered the armory itself did she slow to a stop and observe her surroundings. Though there were many weapons of incredible quality present within, it was obvious to her which ones ALIE was directing her towards.

Rhongomyniad, a 'trident' of Eden, which was forged from three Daggers of Eden that had once been the blades of a true Trident of Eden, had granted Arthur the power to instill terror, devotion, and faith alike in those around him.

Excalibur, the most famous sword in human history. A Sword of Eden capable predominantly of launching energy blasts at enemies, as well as a limited manipulation of the air and wind themselves.

Caerwennan, a Dagger of Eden that cloaked its user with silence and shadow, rendering them undetectable by the eyes and technology of humans alike. Only Isu technology could have hoped to break its cloak, and she had a monopoly on that.

All three were powerful artifacts that would make conquering The Mountain child's play, with minimal losses for both her warriors and those inside The Mountain who were innocents. Hell, she could probably do the job alone if not for the fact that the Tribes deserved to be a part of this.

"Claim the relics and make haste back to the teleporter, I'm detecting another communication signal from The Ark to The Mountain. It looks like Diane Sydney is talking to the Templars again." ALIE's voice echoed once more, and Clarke cursed as she hastily unbuckled the sword she had claimed from Azrael and gave it to Ontari. Excalibur too its place on her back, Caerwennan on her thigh, and Rhongomyniad remained in her right hand.

"Patch it through, ALIE, I have to know what they are planning." She commanded briskly, turning on her heel and striding from the room. A moment later, the PA crackled again as the sentient program obeyed.

"Cage, things are getting damn complicated. Did you kill the Griffin bitch yet?"

"No, I sent a dozen men after her and those two girls you sent down. She butchered the entire group, and I can't afford to send any other soldiers out without some kind of advantage. Besides, I have a good idea of where she is, and it's not somewhere my people can get back at her."

"Fine, fine, whatever. The Council has decided to send the convict kids down in six months or so. Shumay and myself are going to volunteer to get sent down with them for 'adult supervision'. Griffin is sure to show up when we land and listen to us. We hand her and her friend to you for a cure, lose a few kids to the savages, and earn the loyalty of the rest. When the dust settles, you and I will be running the planet."

"Fine, but be careful. Griffin is a clever bitch, and she has allies. Underestimate her too much, and you might end up like my soldiers did."

"Your soldiers didn't have the advantage of being from The Ark, Cage. Shumay and I do. After nearly a year in radioactive wilderness, she'll be thrilled to see us and will drop her guard. That will be all the opportunity that I need."

The conversation ended as Diane terminated the call from her end, and Clarke cursed darkly in several languages, grip tightening on her spear as she hastened back across the city, a concerned Luna and utterly baffled Ontari following her. Her enemies were delivering themselves into her hands, as well as the means for bringing her people under her rule. Maker, the woman was even so accommodating as to provide an exact timeline and a portion of her plan! What wasn't to like about that?

She contemplated inquiring about exactly that, but before she could work up the nerve to directly question the very unhappy Princess, they had arrived back at the small building that contained the teleporter they had traveled through. A flash of light later, and they were running to keep up with the blonde as she stormed up the stairs through the still-waiting guards, who scattered before her.

"You, run ahead. Order the Waverunner to prepare to sail immediately. It is utterly imperative that I return to the front with all possible speed." She snapped to one of them, who saluted and dashed away without even looking to Luna for confirmation, not that the Clan Leader could blame him. Clarke's tone made it very clear that she was in no mood for hesitation or disobedience from anyone. Her commanding aura of confidence was really rather attractive, actually. "Luna, I'm entrusting you with the details, I must get in touch with my fellow Order members immediately."

With that she strode away, pulling out her radio and beginning to speak with whomever was on the other end of the signal, her voice low and urgent as she undoubtedly conveyed orders, information, and plans to her distant subordinates. Luna could only imagine the controlled havoc that this information was causing back in the capitol. Now instead of a year and a half, they had a third of the time, which meant that they had to begin moving against The Mountain as swiftly as humanly possible. That was, after all, something Clarke had been brutally clear about: The Mountain would be laid low before any move of her people arrived, especially children. Not that Luna had an issue with that, after all she most certainly understood the desire to protect innocents from the predation of the Mountain Men. After all, she and the other Clan Leader had been doing so for a very, very long time now. In truth, she could scarcely imagine that life could, would, be like without that constant threat looming over their heads.

Still, Clarke obviously knew what she was doing, she obviously had a plan, and she would fill them all in as was required. When the time came. Until then, she would follow orders by giving her own commands. A fresh crew was to make the Waverunner ready for sailing once more, and the previous crew was to have a week's respite before being called to service again. They had earned it, and it would never be said she was cruel and unkind Clan Leader. Fear could engender only just so much obedience, after all.

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It was a distinctly uncomfortable Sylvanas who rode beside Echo as they trotted down the road towards Polis, the pair dressed as common warriors I an effort to avoid any…unsavory types after a ransom, either her mother's 'secret' police force, or the legitimate bandits that wandered the wilds of the Ice Nation. Of course, she now could not help but wonder if those bandits were actually bandits at all. It was incredible how suspicious one could become when one's own mother (who also happened to be a Queen) turned out to be rather…less than ideal a leader and roll model.

She and Echo had departed Gaithers bright and early, Sylvanas leaving a letter indicating she intended a surprise inspection of the forces they had present on the front line, as well as discovering just what the plan was for dealing with The Mountain was. It was the truth, if only a partial one, for it was imperative that Nia not grow suspicious of her, and if Sylvanas did not do as the letter stated, the deception would swiftly be discovered.

So, she would do exactly as she said she would…as well as pledge her personal loyalty to Clarke and ask for her commands. Hopefully, the blonde princess would not command her to murder her own mother. Oath or not, she was quite sure that such an act was beyond her both in the physical and emotional fields. Fortunately, Clarke was kind and gentle, so the likelihood of such a command was miniscule to say the least.

"Has Clarke taken Ontari into her bed yet?" she asked nervously, fully expecting that she would soon find herself giving her virginity to her future ruler, either with a golden band around her neck or one around her finger. Though the idea wasn't entirely unpleasant, Clarke was both commanding and beautiful, a combination she found attractive.

"No she hasn't, nor has she taken the other four Ice Nation slaves in her possession. Indeed, only Costia and Lexa have 'gotten fucked into a stupor by her massive cock', to use Costia's words." Echo told her bluntly, and Sylvanas twitched severely before turning to stare at her.

"SHE HAS A COCK?" she shrieked at a truly impressive volume and pitch, the horses shying and whinnying unhappily. Echo grimaced and rubbed at her ringing ears in discomfort.

"Yes, she has one. The influence of the First Ones, evidently, and it's of impressive size and girth according to all accounts. I look forward to experiencing it for myself." She responded with a roll of her eyes, smiling slyly at the end. "All that I have to do is seduce my way into her harem."

"Won't Costia and the Heda take issue with her…being with other freeborn warriors? Ones outside of the Trikru and Floudakru?" Sylvanas asked curiously, and Echo shook her head in refutation.

"Costia will not only allow it, but would actively encourage it. She is obsessed with all things sexual, especially in regards to Clarke and submission. Lexa might protest certain individual, but she has already encouraged me to offer myself ti Clarke, just as she will encourage her to take me." She explained, and Sylvanas frowned in understanding, giving a small nod.

"I see…" she mumbled to herself, feeling a little numb as she attempted to assimilate and come to grips with this new, and frankly startling, information that she had just received. It would do little to affect her own plans for the future, but knowing her sisterhood of servants to the Sky Princess would be larger than previously contemplated was important knowledge

"don't worry, your involvement is highly unlikely to be faced with any real form of opposition from anyone, especially after you declare your loyalty and obedience." Echo reassured her kindly. "And neither of them will force you into anything you do not desire, Clarke wouldn't tolerate it, even from them."

"It's not like I would object, really, it's just that…" the Ice Nation noble's voice trailed off and she shrugged eloquently with a faint blush. Echo laughed softly and nodded her head, understanding how the idea could be quite intimidating to say the least. Especially for someone as sexually sheltered as Sylvanas was. The whole Ice Nation, nay the whole Coalition, knew how protective Nia was of her daughter's innocence. Doubtless the crimson-eyed archer was eager to feel the touch of someone else's hands on her blossoming body.

They rode in silence for several hours, pausing only to relieve themselves, eating in the saddle as they steadily advanced towards the distant capitol. Only once night had fallen did they stop at one of the numerous wayhouses that had been built and were subsidized by the Senate on Heda's orders. Her intention, and indeed the result, was for any travelers moving about within the Coalition territory to have safe havens to eat and sleep. Each wayhouse was in truth a small fortified town, with shops, stables, and a large boarding house, all protected by local militias and small warrior bands, ensuring that those location and their inhabitants remained safe.

"What can I do for ye?" the keeper asked the pair as they sat down at the long bar separating him from his room full of rowdy patrons.

"Two house specials and some ales. It's been a long trip and it promises to be just as long come sunrise." Echo requested with a faint smile, and the keeper nodded and snapped his fingers at one of the serving girls, a tough-looking ravenette whose bearing implied she wasn't to be trifled with. This impression was proved true when a patron, far too drunk to realize the stupidity of his action, tried to shove a hand up her skirt and cop a feel. Moments later, his fingers were bent several different directions, none of them natural. A gesture from the barkeep had two militiamen, present for just such occasions, dragging the screaming idiot from the room and quite literally tossing him outside.

Minutes later, two steaming plates of venison and vegetables were placed in front of them, twin tankards of ale plopping down immediately thereafter, and the two Ice Nation girls dug in promptly. Their long travel had them nothing short of famished and parched, despite the jerky and bread they had consumed during the ride.

"Where are the pair o' ye headed?" the keeper asked after serving another, clearly inebriated, patron. Examining his expression closely, it seemed he was simply making the same polite conversation any bar-or inn-keep would, though neither girl was inclined to go into great detail of their true plans regardless. Better to be safe than sorry, after all.

"We were on leave from the front lines briefly, but the time has come for us to return to our comrades and do our parts in keeping The Mountain and its denizens at bay." Echo answered honestly, though vaguely, and the keeper grunted in approval, not that they expected any other response. No one had any love for their ancient enemy, and warriors who fought against the Mountain received due respect and acknowledgment.

"Good, good. Tell me, are the rumors true? Does the Sky Princess truly intend to destroy The Mountain Men before two more years have passed?" he inquired further, and the pair nodded with smiles in response. There was no harm in confirming it after all, and any news that impressed upon the people that the wisdom of the future Queen was good news to encourage and help spread. It would only strengthen her position, after all, a great benefit. "Damn glad ta hear it, those bastards need ta get dealt with once and fer all. They've plagued our people fer far, far too long."

"Aye, the Princess will burn the Mountain inside and out, and no more sons and daughters of the tribes will disappear forevermore into that Maker-forsaken place." Sylvanas stated firmly, taking another draught of her ale before wiping her mouth and glancing at the large 'grandfather clock' behind the bar. "We'd best get to bed if we want a good night's rest before we depart come sunrise."

"Right ye are, lass. Here's the key ta yer room. Only one bed, I'm afraid, but it will be large enough for the both o' ye if ye have no qualms about close quarters. Most warriors are more'n used ta such things, so I'm sure the pair o' ye will be fine." The keeper stated, handing over a large brass key, which she accepted with a small smile of gratitude.

Ascending the stairs, the duo quickly located their rented room and slipped inside, locking the heavy wooden door behind themselves. Militia or not, these wayhouse compounds had their fair share of crimes and criminals. Especially when the militia was corruptible, as they unfortunately often were in Ice Nation territory. Shedding armor and traveling clothes for sleeping wear, the pair each got an eyeful of what their true Queen would be receiving in the coming days.

Echo had numerous scars across her body, but none detracted from her beauty, a beauty born of and enhanced by a moderate bust and firm, athletic build. Her pubic hair was rather unkempt, as a life on the front lines afforded little means and opportunity to shave or even trim one's sex.

Sylvanas, by comparison, had almost flawless skin, pale and soft from a lifetime in palaces and predominantly nocturnal activities such as stargazing, hunting, and sneaking about in and out of the Palace. Younger than Echo by several years, she was none the less blessed with a prodigious bust for a fifteen year old girl, a small C-cup, and her long legs drew the eye to a small, tight ass and neatly trimmed pussy, one that warmed at the naked warrior before her, as well as the blatant interest said warrior was watching her with.

Abruptly coming to a decision, the noble surged across the room and threw herself at the warrior, roughly mashing their lips together the minute that the surprised woman's arms wrapped around her. Sylvanas had no idea what she was doing, of course, utterly lacking in any form besides masturbation. Her mother had put great effort into making sure of that fact, but it did nothing to dampen her eagerness, only make it clumsy.

"Sylvanas wait…wait!" Echo barked after a moment, powerful arms forcing the lust-crazed princess back a step and holding her there. It wasn't easy either, the girl seemed downright determined to touch her again. "Get a hold of yourself! What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong. You're beautiful, strong, and intended for the same woman that I am. You have…experience that I do not, and I need to know how to please my queen when she commands me to her bed. I want you to show me how…sister." Sylvanas said, flush with arousal and nervous embarrassment in equal measure.

"I'm not complaining, it's really quite flattering actually, but I won't be taking your blood. That doesn't belong to me, and I'm not inclined to take it anyway. And after we join the Queen's harem, you don't go running off to someone else. You're Clarke's first, mine second, understand?" Echo laid down her ground rules firmly.

Sylvans wasted to time in agreeing to the rather tolerable caveats her companion was placing on their imminent activity. She wanted to save her virginity as a currency to gain Clarke's favor anyway. Hopefully, breaking her in would put the older girl in a sufficiently good mood that some post-coital begging could spare her people harsh actions on the part of the Coalition troops when the time came. And having Echo as her inter-harem lover was no great pain either.

Their lips joined once more with no less passion then before, and Sylvanas moaned into Echo's mouth as the older girl's arms wrapped around her, hands gripping and manipulating the flesh of her ass with strength, tongue thrusting into her mouth to dominate her own organ. Any thoughts of Clarke, Lexa, or Nia fled as she focused on the delight her body was experiencing at the commanding activities of her freshly-minted lover. She wasted little time in reciprocating Echo's affections, grinding herself up into the slightly taller girl, hands stroking her sides and tracing the many scars on her beautiful skin. They parted for a breath, eyes clouded with lust locked onto one another, lips swollen and bruised from their aggressive efforts.

With a coy, sultry smirk, Sylvanas backed up towards the wall and crooked her finger in blatant invitation, an invitation that Echo was eager to take her up on. The wall shook as Echo grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand, body pinning her's in place while her legs were kicked open, free hand palming a breast roughly. A rock-hard thigh found its way between her own, grinding lightly against her folds, and when she attempted to increase the pressure on her soaked, aching petals, she was chastised with a harsh bite on the nipple of her left breast.

"None of that, Princess. You wanted to learn how to give pleasure like a proper little sex-slave, and that means you receive nothing but what your betters permit you to have. Best behave yourself, or you'll need to be punished." Echo chastised her as she cried out in a blend of pain and pleasure. She almost, almost wanted to push Echo into doing exactly that, but felt oddly reluctant to do so, at least for the moment. Instead, she contented herself with a simple, meek nod in acceptance.

Smirking in a very self-satisfied way, Echo continued to tease her breasts and her fold, alternating between rough and gentle randomly, and Sylvanas couldn't restrain her moans of pleasure, not that she was trying very hard to do so.

"That's better, much better. Now, we're going to go over to that bed, you're going to lie down, close your eyes, and put your hands by the bedposts, understand?" Echo ordered sternly, releasing her and moving towards her saddlebags. Sylvanas hastened to obey, throwing herself on the simple, but sturdy and well-made bed, taking the decreed position and waiting with bated breath for whatever was going to happen next. She didn't have to wait for very long either, as the strong hands wrapped leather strips around her wrists and bound them to the posts. A blindfold was wrapped around her eyes and then…nothing. She waited for several minutes like that, the sweet smell of arousal permeating the air, the only sound that of her own harsh breathing. Incredibly, the waiting combined with the sensory deprivation created a cocktail of fire that went straight to her cunt, and she started to squirm, trying to find something to rub herself on. A firm weight settled onto her hips, pressing them down into the bed. Judging from the muscle-bound thighs on either side of her and the sudden wetness on her belly, a highly aroused Echo was now seated on her stomach, painting her belly in slick girl-cum. Though judging from the overall sensation, she had the distinct impression that Echo had mounted her reverse-cowgirl, as opposed to conventionally. The reason quickly became apparent as that soaked weight slid up her body and settled over her head. The smell of Echo's arousal was now all-encompassing, and her head swam, making thinking (already difficult to say the least) essentially impossible.

"You're going to use that tongue of yours until I tell you to stop. I don't care if you're going to cum or if you're drowning in mine, but you don't stop no matter what. Understand?" her voice was harsh with arousal and command, and Sylvanas nodded against her thighs.

Satisfied with her acceptance, Echo settled her cunt onto the Ice Nation princess' mouth and nose, rubbing herself on the other woman until at last a warm tongue snaked up to begin probing and caressing her fold, inexperienced but eager none the less. She had intended to return the favor immediately, but perhaps there was a benefit to focusing her energies on judging the submissive's technique before showing her the proper way to do it. Purely for educational purposes, of course, nothing more than that.

The feeling of the warm, strong muscle working hard to collect every drop of her essence that it's owner could find was incredible, and Echo found herself agreeing with several of her past comrades and lovers: experienced lovers were, by virtue of said experience, more pleasurable, but virgin lovers were so much more fun. So excited and eager to please, especially the submissive ones. When that appendage worked its way inside her depths proper, she couldn't help but moan and relish the feeling of being penetrated for the first time in months.

When Clarke had arrived and slain the yong pauna, Lexa had 'suggested' she avoid sexual activities beyond stroking herself to orgasm, so that she could be properly sensitive when Lexa gave her to the Sky Princess. She hadn't really complained, as being one of the lovers of the Sky Princess herself was well worth the short-term celibacy. Not only was the prospect appealing to her on a physical level, and no doubt would become emotionally satisfying once given enough time, but it would bring her wealth, glory, and a staggering amount of influence. She and her family would want for nothing until the end of all creation.

Lowering her torso without removing her happy sex from the other girl's reach, she deftly nuzzled her way between Sylvanas' legs and began to taste her. The silver-haired girl moaned throatily into her fold as a result (the ensuing vibration was to die for), but dutifully recalled her orders and continued the oral efforts. The younger girl wasted altogether different from her previous lovers, crisp and sweet. She was also soaking wet, cum seeping out of her virgin hole to east the entrance into her depths. Unfortunately for her, nothing would be breaking her today, which meant Echo had to take responsibility for cleaning up all that natural lubricant. A tragedy, to be sure.

The mutual tongue lashing continued for a few minutes more before the inexperienced submissive came, soaking Echo's face with a gush of fresh cum. The princess shoved her face into Echo's cunt in an effort to muffle her howl of pleasure, which resulted in Echo cumming with her own hoarse shout into Echo's sensitive folds. Feeling quite spent, Echo turned and crawled back up the bed to lie beside her lover. The next several minutes were spent licking one another's faces clean of cum and kissing, softly stroking one another's backs, sides, and hips, helping each other settle back into the physical plane after their trip into Heaven together..

It didn't take long for the pair to fall asleep, arms wrapped around each other, legs entwined, sleeping heavily and happily as they dreamed about their future. A Future filled with peace, love, and children. A future empty of fear and hatred, one where their people need not live in terror of one another or The Mountain Men. A future they would have no qualms, no regrets, about leaving to their inevitable descendants.

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That's a wrap! We're coming up on the end of the Fall of The Mountain Arc, and boy do I have a climax in store for you! Things are gonna get nothing less than intense and insane!

Furthermore, let me proudly introduce the newest inter-harem pairing: MeltedIce (EchoxSylvanas)!