Betagamma: Thanks! I'm going to be giving it in bits and pieces, rather than info dump an entire new world order on you guys (and the characters) in one shot. And Clarke will be okay, she bounces back a fair bit in this chapter and will continue to improve.

Ikrebs: Bellamy might become useful, he probably will, after he gets bashed a bit more. His character in canon went from being Clarke's XO to one of her worst enemies and back again like three times, it really pissed me off. Like, how many times does she have to save the Sky People's collective asses from themselves before they just shut up and listen to her?

Linx007: The infantry will use a mix of Greek and Roman tactics, thought probably not as Greek Hoplites. The Roman's improved that into their standard strategy of the tetsudo and such. No, mostly likely you will be seeing Roman shield-walls next to Macedonian pike phalanxes. And yeah, I didn't want to just have Clarke/The Isu wave their hands and BOOM everything is hunky-dory. First of all, boring. Second of all, stupid and lame. Third of all, BOOOORRRRRRRRINNNNNGGGG! Finally, I wish this story was more popular too. It barely gets any attention, but that's probably because of the harem label. Everyone just assumes it's a smut-fest and doesn't bother realizing its got way, way more plot than smut…and is drastically different from the cut and paste Season 2 and 3 rewrites that basically everyone else is writing. Don't get me wrong, I love those stories myself (unless Clarke just rolls over and forgive Lexa instantly) but I want a little more variety than that, you know?

If anyone who reads this is willing to do a few things, I would appreciate it.

First, get your friend to read the story if you think they will enjoy. Word of mouth is a great way to get stuff out there.

Second, if someone could hit TVtropes and put this on some Recommended Read lists, I would really appreciate it. Even better if you want to make an actual TVtropes for the story itself.

Third, I would love to see a 'canon characters read the story' story. Not to be serious, but you have to admit it would be fucking hilarious having canon Clarke reading about MY Clarke. Almost as hilarious as the characters from THIS story watching the canon TV show. In the end, I'll write a canon 'reads the story' fanfic myself if no one else will, just because it would be funny as hell. Would prefer someone elses take on it though!

Now, enjoy the new chapter!

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

Chapter 18

A New Hope For The Future

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"You're pregnant." ALIE declared bluntly to the shell-shocked Raven as the medical droid that had been examining her withdrew. Three weeks had passed since The Mountain and Polis had been destroyed, and when the Harem had been awoken by Raven stumbling through their sleeping forms to empty her stomach into a waste bin, Clarke had yelled for ALIE. A medical drone had appeared in seconds, checking her over thoroughly as her lovers looked on anxiously.

"How the hell am I pregnant?! I thought you had turned your balls off, Clarke?!" she snapped out of her stupor and whipped her head around to stare at her lover and, apparently, baby daddy. "Hell, you've only fucked me once!"

"I don't know, baby. It shouldn't be possible for me to get anyone pregnant! It would just paint a giant target on the baby and its mother for our enemies right now" said blonde frowned heavily, mind racing. "I would never deliberately put you in danger like that, and I sure as hell wouldn't intentionally get your pregnant without your permission!"

"If I may, further evaluation of Raven eir Reyes' blood reveals a genetic anomaly, the result of which is a significant enhancement of her fertility levels. Pregnancy was inevitable the moment you had intercourse with her." ALIE answered calmly, her avatar shimmering into view above the drone. "Current predictions indicate a high probability of fraternal twins."

"This changes things. I would rather glass Gaithers from low orbit than let Nia and her people within a league of Raven and our babies." Clarke growled, obviously having gotten down the extreme protectiveness part of being a parent within the last few seconds. Of course, she had always been overwhelmingly protective before this, so the fact that she was even more so now was hardly surprising. Raven, however, wasn't going to tolerate being wrapped in cotton and bubble-wrap.

"Nope, not a chance. We can't blow all our efforts out the airlock just because I'm pregnant. This is about our entire race, Clarke, it's about building a better future. That's bigger than me or our babies, Clarke." She said firmly, and Clarke stared at her as though she had suddenly sprouted another head.

"Nothing is more important than the people I love, especially not my children and the woman carrying them! I can't…won't put you at risk to achieve my own goals!" she protested incredulously, finding the very idea both absurd and insulting, and her girls felt a warmth in their hearts at that, especially Raven.

"I, we, all love you too, Mistress, but destroying Gaithers in such a way would only make the people fear and hate you. We have to make them idolize you, and through you technology. The original plan stands, and that's final."Raven's voice was soft and filled with the love she held for Clarke, but it was also firm and utterly unyielding.

"Fine, but Ailyn and the others will be with you every waking moment! We also are going to keep this totally silent…" Clarke started to respond with manifest displeasure, but Lexa interrupted her smoothly.

"No…well, yes we're obviously going to make sure she is heavily protected, but we should announce this when we declare the formation of The Empire. Everyone loves an expecting mother, and a pregnant Raven at your side will send an ideal message about the future stability of the Empire itself." She declared, before her eyes narrowed dangerously. "Now, I understand that Raven getting pregnant was an accident, if a joyous one, but if my belly isn't swollen with babies by the time the 100 get sent down, you'll be sleeping in the barracks for a month."

"And here I thought that I was supposed to be the Empress of Mankind. Is there anything else Her Ladyship desires?" Clarke commented dryly, shaking her head fondly as Lexa smirked at her. "Fine, but no one else except, maybe, Costia. Not until Nia is dealt with permanently. I will not have any more of you at risk, and until the Empire is fully stabilized I need you in the field helping me to run things. Once we have a proper government in place to take most of the load, you can all have as many babies as you like."

"Speaking of which, we'll need to start thinking about who we are going to nominate to the Senate and other key positions. We can't let any Nia sympathizers into positions of power." Luna commented thoughtfully, brow furrower as she contemplated the situation. "Our militarily inclined sisters should continue leading our soldiers, they will do far more good there then as paper-pushers."

"Agreed. Have the last of the unreliable warriors departed?" Clarke asked, forcing herself past the fact that she was going to be a father. She could freak out over that later, right now she had a job to do. With confirmation that such was the case, she continued. "Good. We'll need a proof-of-concept. Anya, select two hundred and forty of your best soldiers for training. Lincoln and his girls will be your command staff. Once their training is complete, a display battle should convince the rest of our allies to follow our lead. Instruct them to begin selecting individuals they trust for military and civilian leadership positions."

"OIf course, now why don't we talk about what is really important right now: Raven's pregnancy!" Costia interjected eagerly, having had quite enough of the serious talk for the moment. The harem immediately devolved from serious plots of Empire-building into the gleeful chatter of a family preparing to welcome two bundles of joy (and sleepless nights) into their lives.

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Two days later found Anya, Lincoln, Kira, Kara, and Tris arrayed behind Clarke as she addressed the two-hundred-and-forty Trikru warriors in parade formation before her. The cream of the crop from Anya's forces, as Indra's were still dedicated to protecting the 'Maunon' district of Avalon, as well as the imprisoned leaders who were awaiting trial under house arrest.

She had planned on dealing with them swiftly, if justly, but ALIE had proposed (and Lexa had eagerly supported) that they convene a full tribunal for War-Crimes Against Humanity. Isu viewing technology would preserve and display the trials, and the inevitable executions, to every city, town, or village in the Coalition. Everyone would be able to see that justice was being done. They would also be brought to sympathize with the average citizen of The Mountain, aiding in their integration.

"All of you have been handpicked for a task of the utmost importance. You will become the first of a new breed of warriors, a reincarnation of the greatest heavy infantry force in the history of mankind. For one thousand years they reigned supreme on the battlefield and built one of the largest, most advanced empires of all time. The ways of war that made these things possible will be one of my gifts to you." She declared, hands folded behind her back as several carts rolled into the great arena. "Within these carts are the armor and the weapons you will need. Though they will be somewhat unfamiliar to you, they are of the highest possible quality, as will your instruction."

The warriors watched her silently, not revealing any of the rather significant amount of excitement that they felt. Every change (well, mostly every, but Polis burning wasn't her fault) that she had brought with her appearance had been magnificent. They had no doubt that this would be yet another in a long, long line of the same.

"You will be divided into three groups of eighty, called Centuria, each one commanded by one of these young ladies. Their title is now Centurion, while Lincoln's is Tribune. Anya is now the Legatus of what will become the First Legion. You, my brave comrades, will be the first members of this new model army. Under their leadership, you will doubtless become capable of matching two or three times your number and achieving victory!" she finished, saluting, before laying a gentle hand on Anya's shoulder and departing.

"Alright, you heard the lady! Three groups, eighty warriors each! Move it, move it, move it!" Lincoln barked, his three lovers mimicking him as they spurred their warriors into formation. When they had finally organized themselves into three distinctive unit groups, he continued. "Each one of you will receive a full set of armor, a large rectangular shield, a shortsword, and a pair of javelins. We will demonstrate how to gear up before we move on to the new methods of fighting."

It took less than an hour for the three centurions to arm and armor themselves and then their soldiers. Though the armor was somewhat heavier than what they were used to, years of training and battle, as well as the genetic abnormalities that came with living on a radioactive planet meant they could operate more or less as they usually did.

"For a century, our people have fought as individuals, with no cohesion and little in the way of teamwork. However, thanks to the Sky Princess that will change. You will be warriors no longer, but soldiers. Professionals in the arts of war. Your instruction begins now." Anya informed them, and so it did.

By the end of the first week, significant progress had been made. A month later, they were deemed ready for an exhibition war-game against twice their number of conventional warriors under the extremely capable command of Indra herself. The loyal Clan Leaders ( rather, those that weren't immediately loyal to Nia), their retinues, and a fair amount of the civilians present in the city were invited to attend the display, one which would display both the value of the new methods of war, but also the titanic size of the Coliseum.

"Ladies and Gentleman, Warriors and Civilians! Welcome to the mighty Coliseum of Avalon! Today, we will all bear witness to the newest and most elite infantry group in the world! This war-game will exhibit their prowess and act as an invitation for your own warriors to do the same!" Clarke's voice resonated throughout the entire amphitheatre, reaching every ear present regardless of how distant their seat.

"Legatus Anya yae Trikru has overall command of this conceptual force, ably assisted by Tribunus Lincoln kom Trikru and Centurions Kira, Kara, and Tris kom Trikru, who will act as her officers during this exhibition. Meanwhile, the challenging force will be commanded by General Indra kom Trikru with Generals Celen and Androm as her able assistants. Legatus, stand you ready?"

Anya raised her pilum high in response, and Clarke looked to Indra, repeating the question. Receiving a similar answer, Clarke gestured to Ailyn, who rang a massive gong, signaling the commencement of the battle. Indra's forces surged forward with a chorus of roars, with no semblance whatsoever of strategy or formation beyond 'beat the people in front of us.'

"Legionnaires! Shields front! Form defensive phalanx! Pilum at the ready!" Anya roared, her three centuria instantly closing ranks and locking their shields into a solid wall of steel-reinforced wood. Blunted pilum extended through small gaps as the ranks braced themselves for their oncoming opponents.

Indra's forces smashed into the wall and bounced, reeling away when the wall barely moved. More than a few found themselves in no small amount of pain when they met pilum-head instead of shield and were forced to withdraw to the side-lines as 'crippled' or 'killed'. The warriors pressed in again, swords and maces (blunted training weapons all, of course) hammering away at the unmoving shields as they pushed against them as strongly as they could. The front line was forced to give ground slightly in an effort to keep their footing, but their comrades in the lines behind them braced their backs. Now the warriors were not fighting only the strength of the front line, but of the entire force. A shout had the legionnaires putting every ounce of their strength into pushing back. Indra's front line stumbled away, and blunted pilum and swords lashed out in synchronized strikes before the shields slammed back into position, rendering return strikes ineffective with ease.

Indra scowled as even more warriors left the field and ordered her rear ranks to begin shifting around the flanks while the front kept Anya's forces pinned in place. If she couldn't crack that shield-wall, than she could damn well subvert and erode it. Anya would be equally aware of that off course, but if she moved swiftly enough while their front ranks were still locked than she might be able to hammer them before they could react properly. It would be costly, no doubt, but victory often was.

"Threats to the flanks! Legionnaires, form square and brace!" Lincoln shouted without Anya's prompting, having spotted the shift and properly divining the cause and the desired effect. The legionnaires on the outside ranks shifted outwards to form a further three shield walls for each centuria, creating an impenetrable box. It wasn't flawless of course, despite their experience and the simplicity of the techniques they had only fought like this for around a month. Several Legionnaires were 'killed', but others from deeper ranks smoothly filled their positions in the formation and the battle continued.

In the end, Anya was victorious, almost devastatingly so. Losing only thirty soldiers in total, more or less evenly distributed across the three centuria, she 'killed' or 'crippled' the vast majority of Indra's force, 'capturing' the rest with a masterfully performed envelopment maneuver. Though grudging, Indra admitted both defeat and the superiority of the new-model soldiers. It took very little effort on Clarke's part to convince the observers that this new method of warfare was nothing less than ideal. Lower casualties, more efficient fighters, superior arms and armor…there really wasn't a downside to adopting this.

"Do you intend to claim leadership of the Coalition now, Lady Clarke?" the River Clan Head asked bluntly from her seat next to Caris, arms folded and eyes cool and appraising. "Sending home those sympathetic to the Ice Nation and then providing such a display is meant to be persuasive, yes?"

"Partially. Yes, I sent the less reliable clans away before training could begin. I'm sure none of us want Nia and her cronies to possess the military might to which you just bore witness." Clarke responded, and they murmured their agreement. They all Nia had designs on ruling the world (from the top of a pile of corpses, if necessary) and if her army had the knowledge to fight like that had just seen Anya's forces do… "Beyond that, I do intend to form an Empire of Mankind, unifying all of the clans for true peace."

"Tree, Boat, and Desert have already sworn their loyalty to the Golden Throne. Ice, Rock, and Iron are currently untrustworthy, leaving you of River, Plains Riders, Lake, Delphi, and Glowing Forest." Lexa added, expression intent as she gazed at them seriously.

"And, of course, the surviving Maunon and the Skaikru, though neither of them are established, official tribes of The Coalition. All the same, the Maunon will bend their knees to Clarke once their leaders have paid the blood-debt owed. The Sky People will inevitably do the same once they arrive en masse." Costia said lazily from where she was lounging at Lexa's feet. "All that remains is for oyu to kneel and pay homage."

"What has been done to earn our obedience, our duty, our loyalty? Why should we give our oaths to you instead of Nia? Felling The Mountain is all well and good, but I rather think the loss of Polis evens that out." The Delphi Clan Head asked blandly, his face passive.

Clarke's family reacted with a noticeable lack of favor. Hands tightened into fists or on sword hilts, and hidden blades sprang into view with a quiet rasp of steel. A slight gesture from the blonde spared the lives of the Clan Heads before them, several of whom seemed to have realized how incredibly alone and lacking in support they were if things ended up going south.

"Beyond the fact that siding with Nia would see your lands invaded, your villages burned and your people conquered, and your own deaths…" Clarke shrugged languidly, though her eyes were deadly serious. "I would suggest that you look around you and consider the glorious heights to which fealty will allow you to rise."

"Fealty or destruction? Hardly a range of choices to engender loyalty and kind thoughts." Glowing Forest's Head said, lips pursed in displeasure as he eyed the people arrayed before him, clearly unhappy with both the situation and the implicit and explicit threats leveled against himself and his people.

"My goals are nothing short of the preservation and supremacy of Mankind. Those who refuse to swear themselves to that cause are threats to it. Threats that will be, must be removed with nothing less than supreme prejudices. I will not allow humanity to drag themselves thousands of years into the past and forsake all the advancements and lessons learned in our history." Clarke was unmoved by the implied slight to her moral rightness and that of her cause. "Believe me, I have no desire for further bloodshed and suffering, certainly not so soon after our grievous losses on the Day of the Fall. But if it means the safety and security of our species, I will bathe this world in blood and corpses! I swore an oath to raise our race past the cruel foolishness that it is mired in, and I cannot fail."

"We're asking you, begging you, to not stand against us. To help us guide and protect Humanity through the path of least pain, the least suffering, in the long run. Join us in the creation of The Empire and you will be well rewarded with prominence for both yourselves and your people." Caris chimed in, looking beseechingly to her close friend and ally. The River Clan Head sighed gustily before nodding her agreement. She had intended to follow Caris' lead from the beginning, but finding out more of their incumbent ruler's intentions was an opportunity it would have been foolish to ignore.

And learn more she had, enough to give her some measure of the blonde girl's morality and intentions. While she chafed at the utter lack of diplomacy, propriety, or regard for the stations of her audience, she knew that Clarke was a genuinely good person. Ruthless when necessary, oh yes, but a staunchly 'good person' that was deeply, genuinely passionate about her cause.

"Where the Desert Clan goes, so does the River follow. If Caris trusts you with her people, than I can do nothing less. Besides which, nearly anyone and anything is preferable to Nia and her cronies being in charge. Doesn't strike me as a particularly good life, funnily enough." She verbalized, much to the joy of Caris and the pleased nods of the others. One by one, the others followed suit, pledging their loyalty seriously, if informally. A proper ceremony would take place at another time.

Later that night, the harem and a few other trusted individuals (Indra, Caris, Lincoln's family amongst others) were all attending to Clarke in the Imperial War Room, a large room filled with maps, computers, and a massive central table that displayed an immensely detailed, interactive two-and-three dimensional map, which was currently displaying the Coalition territory.

"With the other clans uniting under the Imperial banner, we control the entire territory around the Ice Nation's southern half, while Iron and Rock are totally enveloped." Clarke manipulated the display, highlighting each allied territory in green and enemy territory in red. The two small blobs of the twin mining clans were barely visible within the ocean of green around them. A full six hours of marching from Nia's land (and her protection), they would be easy to destroy, depriving Nia of materials and manpower. "Our most ideal plan would be to position forces to strike at the Rock and Iron clans the instant hostilities are declared openly. Replacing arms and armor will be infinitely harder for Nia, and easier for us, with those mines and stockpiles under our control."

"Indeed. We have approximately forty-eight thousand warriors if we take every one of our combined forces to the field, more if we count simple initiates. The Ice Nation officially has fifty-two thousand, but we all know that Nia has more than that. Should all else fail, she would happily send civilians in human attack waves." Sylvanas said, deliberately separating herself from her mother as she spoke. "I would think it wise to assume she has three times that number, putting her around 160,000 swords. No small number to best in battle, My Queen."

"A daunting number, but not insurmountable. We have superior equipment, training, tactics, and strategies. We have systems of surveillance and a citadel our enemies couldn't penetrate conventionally in a millena." Clarke said confidently, far more so than she expected to be after the Fall of Polis. Some of it was bravado, of course, a display of confidence for her subordinates, but much of it was true faith. In Avalon, in her lovers, in the warriors who would soon begin training to become professional soldiers. In Galina, who even now was infiltrating Gaithers to spy on Nia and her generals as they set about their plotting.

"Now, onto the bait. We should plan the Triumph for maximum value, after the infantry and cavalry finishing their training and outfitting. Our best bet would be to invite anyone who can make the journey to attend, and deploy broadcast screens to all settlements, allowing them to observe both the Trial and the Triumph." Lexa changed the subject deftly. Until Galina reported back in, plotting military strategy would have to wait. "After their executions, we announce the formation of the Empire and the establishment of several new feasts and holidays."

"Agreed, and we should plan the Triumph itself to have the maximum effect. A properly grandiose and dramatic event will enthrall and endear the people to you particularly and the rest of us by association. It worked incredibly well for the Romans, and every society since that has adopted a similar practice." Octavia added, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the table before her, a frown of thought creasing her brow. "The key will be to use the good will we possess to enact various reasons to create reforms on a broad scale."

"Not too broadly, though." Echo cautioned, looking around the table. "It doesn't matter how much good will we've built up, change their lives too much too quickly and things will get unpleasant fast. No one likes to feel helpless and irrelevant, not even civilians."

"The proposed government should help alleviate any fears that will arise, especially since much of it will be by all appearances a simple enhancement of the way they've lived their lives thus far." Clarke assured her and indeed the group at large, before looking around inquiringly. "Does anyone else have a matter to bring to my attention? No? Then you are all dismissed. Enjoy the luxuries of the Palace as you wish, even explore the city. ALIE will keep an eye on your and make sure nothing goes amiss if you do so."

She, Lexa, and Raven left together for the Imperial Suite while the militarily-inclined (and Octavia) lingered to brainstorm over potential permutations of the upcoming war with the Ice Nation. Caris withdrew to the utterly enormous library, whilst everyone else opted to wander the magnificent city.

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The moment they were in the Imperial Suite, Lexa pounced on Clarke with a snarl of desire. Lips crashed together with bruising force, pain or discomfort unnoticed in the frenzy of lust as the pair battled one another. Clarke threaded her fingers through Lexa's hair before gripping it tightly and pulling sharply, smirking at the whine-growl her First made at the forced separation of their mouths and tongues.

"None of that now, little one. It wouldn't do for you to forget your place in the world. Otherwise, you may end up finding yourself getting…punished." The way she purred that last word, all lewd promise, had both harem members shuddering in arousal. "Now, I want you and Raven to put on a show for me. I want all of us fit to burst when I decide it's time."

"Yes, domina." the two brunettes obeyed immediately, moving towards one another and engaging in equally passionate, but far less violent, kissing. Hands roamed bodies and tugged at clothing shucking it as slowly and tantalizingly as they could possibly manage. Smooth skin came into view bit by bit, breasts cupped and nipples tugged or tweaked as bras fell to the floor. Smooth, firm asses were kneaded and soaking folds stroked as the last garments were discarded.

Now it was Lexa's turn to assert dominance, pushing Raven to her knees, spreading her legs, and pulling her Harem sister's mouth up into their apex. She moaned and gasped and purred as Raven's novice tongue delved its way into her with eagerness. She ran her fingers lightly through long, dark tresses, marveling at the texture that was similar yet somehow different from that of their other lovers.

Current enjoyment aside, she was glad that the dusky mechanic had come down to Earth. Not just for the joy it had given Clarke, but also for the connection Anya had forged since they had ridden home together from the two Sky Girls' rescue. A connection that had only grown stronger during the large orgy that had taken place before the Battle of The Mountain. A Connection she was very glad to see, one that had brought new life to her mentor and friend.

"Your practice with dearest Anya seems to be doing you a great deal of good, Sister." She praised with a moan, one Raven echoed in agreement as she nuzzled further in to better taste the hole that would give birth to her child's first sibling, a though as exciting as it was terrifying.

It didn't take long for Lexa to cum, filling Raven's mouth with her release. Tugging the grinning submissive to her feet, she began licking her face clean. A low growl from their mistress made them grin at one another, and they exchanged a soft kiss before turning to her. They took their time stripping her, mouths and hands caressing and worshipping every inch of flesh as they exposed it.

The part of Clarke (steadily growing more and more prominent) that sought to establish her dominance and rule rumbled its satisfaction at this worship, this physical display of subservience. They knew where they belonged, and soon enough the rest of Humanity would realize that serving her Throne would lead to the brightest future achievable.

She was their Empress. She was more than human, far less than divine. It was her right and her duty to lead them, to safeguard their future, but not to elevate herself to godhood. A safeguard that, in part, was growing even now in Raven's womb…and would soon be growing within Lexa's as well.

Their activity culminated in the pair kneeling before her, bathing her cock in their tongues until she came all over their faces, painting them white. The moment they finished cleaning each other, she gripped them possessively by the back of their necks and led them over to the bed. Pushing them down face first, pinning their faces to the bedspread, she held them there for a moment before trailing her hands light down their spines to their asses. They moaned but left their heads down, understanding he silent command implicit in her earlier actions, and she smirked as she idly considered toying with their virgin asses. It was a brief consideration, however, because she hadn't the patience to ease and torment right now.

It was Raven's silken heat that she slid into, relishing the grip of the channel that would bring her first born into the world, a channel that she would soon be surrendering the use of, as the child continued to grow. There was no danger, yet, in giving sex (it was early days yet with the pregnancy) but she had no interest in risking the health of either the baby or its mother after tonight.

She began to thrust, delighting at the encouragement that the mother-to-be bombarded her with, including enough swearing to make a sailor blush in embarrassment. Their first time had been tender and sweet, as Raven had requested, and she thought that perhaps every time with her mechanically-inclined lover would be as such. She had been quite wrong, not that she was going to complain about it, not with the way Raven was slamming back into her as hard as she could.

"Domina, hurry!" Lexa whined, pressing up against her side as she continued driving the ravenette mad with pleasure both physical and emotional. "Domina, I need you in me! You promised me your child!"

'Eager, aren't you? You'll need to explain yourself sometime, but for now you must be patient. An important virtue for any aspiring parent and leader, wouldn't you say?" Clarke half-chastised, amused and curious about her eagerness, one that was almost abnormally passionate. Again, though, not something she had any interest in spending brainpower on when there were other, more immediate pleasures to enjoy.

Raven, for her part, wasn't really hearing their voices, never mind paying attention to what was actually being said. She was rather preoccupied with the sensations she had been unable to receive since she had been impregnated, their lives far too chaotic and busy to allow time to be spent on carnal activties.

"I'm going to fill you again, little bird, and then Lexa is going to clean you out while I fuck a baby into her." Clarke growled several minutes later, her thrusts growing heavier and more eratic. Lexa gave a quiet cheer of joy, Raven mumbling in distracted, blissful agreement, having already cum a few times over the course of their coupling. Putting her arms under Raven's armpits and hands on her chest, the blonde empire-builder pulled her lover upright, striking at her core in a brand new, a delightfully deeper and different, angle. She came again almost immediately, Clarke following almost instantly, and Raven purred languidly at the warm flood of her lover's release as it flowed into her.

After cuddling her beloved mechanic for a moment, Clarke shifted her further up the bed and spread her legs wide. Enjoying the sight, especially that of her seed slowly leaking from Raven's cunt, she took hold of Lexa's nape once more and roughly pushed her down onto their partner. The Heda needed little encouragement to put her tongue to work, the warm mucle and her lips diligently seeking out the essence that would ensure Clarke's legacy would become eternal. That was one reason, of course, another was that she desperately wanted to have Clarke's child. Not because of the Prophecy, at least not anymore. She had always intended to give herself to the Sky Princess whenever she arrived, but she had no counted on falling in love with her so hard and so quickly. Now that it had happened though, she would trade it for nothing.

Certainly not when Clarke fucking her felt so damned good! She mused to herself a little bit smugly as Clarke slid home in a single, smooth thrust. She could never get tired of this, nor of the incredible sensations and emotions that it evoked within her. The only real worry was that she would grow soft, lose her edge in battle and politics from the abundance of sex and babies.

All such thoughts were driven from her mind as Clarke's long, steady thrusts began in earnest, a heavy rhythm that had her face grinding into Raven's folds in unison with the slapping of Clarke's hips hitting her ass. The sensation of that rod of flesh parting her walls, then withdrawing as they struggled to hold it within, only to be parted again by it's return…she shivered in desire. Over and over and over were her insides scraped and tugged and pushed, her depths plundered and her womb claimed.

The excitement of impregnating another of her women, as well as the fact that she was already quite sensitive from fucking Raven not minutes ago, had Clarke on a hair trigger. It wouldn't take much for her to cum, but she wasn't going to do that until Lexa came at least once. Fortunately for her, it wasn't much longer before The Commander tightened almost painfully around her with a howl. Giving one final thrust that reached her beloved's womb itself, Clarke filled her with a roar, injecting her seed directly into those fertile depths. No longer sterilized by her design, the potent fluid insure that, none months later, the second child of the Imperial Family would be born.

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"ALIE, are you there?" Clarke murmured from her large balcony an hour later, having slipped from the presence of her harem to relative privacy, overlooking her capital. Even in the depth of night did it glow, and not just from artificial light. Oh no, there was a spiritual glow, a healthy aura that seeped through every nook and cranny, resonating within every heart. The glow of faith, of hope, of desire. A glow she would die do keep alight, should it be necessary.

"Always. What can I do for you, Majesty?" the AI asked just as softly, flickering into being beside her with a quiet hum.

"Not a Majesty yet, my friend. When the Ark goes to send down The 100, I need you to make sure it lands well within our territory. The last thing we want is to have them in the hands of Nia nad her ilk." She answered, hands folded behind her back. "Furthermore, I need you to find a way to make extremely lightweight but equally high0quality bucklers and pikes. Combing Macedonian pike phalanxes with Roman legionnaire shield-walls will be a potent combination. And begin devising a proper cavalry armor and saddle in the memory of the Winged Hussars. That should make a fine impression on Nia right before she and her army are obliterated."

"Of course, it will be done. Shall I begin mass production of Imperial iconography as well?"

"Yes. Thanks to Hitler and his ilk, Roman imagery is…rather tainted. Use a gryphon, I think, equally noble and capable of symbolizing Imperial strength and unity as an eagle." Clarke smirked broadly and bared her teeth, eyes bright as she contemplated it. "My legions should make quite the visual spectacle at the Triumph."

"I will create such a world that splendor, peace, and plenty fill every facet of life! I will see our roads and villages made safe from petty banditry and wild beasts! I will excise all the rot and corruption that eats away at this world." Her voice grew passionate as she planted her fists on the railing before her. "I will see my fleets and legions on parade routes, not tours of duty! I will see every continent, every ocean of this wonderous, radiation-soaked world turned to the service and glory of Mankind! Every city, towers and spires of towering white, every wild-land filled with the primal glory of nature, in The Maker's name!"

"In the Maker's name, Milady." ALIE's voice was quiet but firm, and Clarke grunted in satisfaction, eyes cold as she looked north towards the Ice Nation, and Nia.

"Your end approaches, Nia! I will not allow you to stand in the way of our progress, our future! The Maker as my witness, you and those who share your ideology will die before you can do it any harm!" she vowed to the distant dictator, before turning on her heel and striding back inside. There would be no rest for her tonight, for there was work to be done.

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Little shorter than usual, and the next chapter will be just as short, if not shorter. This is because it will be the Triumph and the Feast afterwards ONLY, while the chapter after that will be the majority of the trial. Please Look Forward To It!

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