The next day, Lexa had a servant send word for Healer Mila to be brought to her quarters. She was a trusted confidant. They had grown up together before Lexa was sent away to the Conclave and they knew each other well. When the Beta entered the room, she bowed low at the waist with her hands out, palms up. A customary sign of submission when entering a room where an Omega was in heat. Lexa bristled slightly at the intrusion despite the necessity of her presence. There was something wrong with inviting someone into the safety she had procured for her mate. She knew logically that the Beta was not a threat but the knowledge did not stop the hairs on the back of her neck from standing.
Clark tugged Lexa's cloak tighter around her shoulders. She inhaled the scent of her Alpha and slowed her breathing. This must be finished quickly before the fog of arousal clouded her mind again.
"Rise, Mila." Lexa ordered. The healer stood and a modest smile played at her lips. Clarke sat at the head of a small table and Lexa stood behind her with her hands on the Omega's shoulders, brushing her thumb soothingly over the bite mark on the crook of her neck.
"How may I be of assistance, Heda?" Mila asked. She had been the personal healer to the Commander for years.
"My mate requires your tea." Lexa said.
"My tea? You're sure about this?"
"Yes, I've heard you make the most delicious Nightlock tea." Lexa leaned forward conspiratorially.
"This is a dangerous game you are playing. No one expects her to come out of this without a pregnancy."
"I didn't ask for your opinion, Mila."
"Fine. How many couplings have there been since the start of her heat?"
"Six." Lexa answered. Clarke blushed faintly and squeezed her thighs together at the thought.
"And how many days does your rut last?" Mila moved to the table and pulled the satchel from her shoulder.
"Seven days." Mila raised her eyes to meet Lexa's.
"Impressive." She hummed. "Of course, that makes things more difficult." She began unloading supplies from her bag. Roots, herbs, flowers, berries, a mortar and pestle.
"Why?" Lexa questioned as she watched the healer closely. She had never seen Nightlock tea be made, she knew that this was a dangerous game, not only because preventing Clarke's fertility was a crime but also because Nightlock had very specific properties but could easily be made into a poison.
"Seven days, Lexa," she slipped into familiarity easily, "the average rut is four. With how frequently you've coupled, by the end you'll have over fifty times, if not more. The longer this progresses without her getting pregnant, the more aggressive and assertive you're going to get, Heda." She ducked her head in respect. "I'm sorry but this will only be a temporary solution. It will become less and less effective. After drinking this for six days, she might have another six maybe seven if she is lucky. At the most, she will be with child by next year." She was grinding the ingredients into a fine powder. Clarke smiled slightly, a dazed look coming over her face. She was only picking up some of the words the healer spoke as she worked in front of her. Her vision was becoming hazy and the only thing she was acutely aware of was Lexa behind her, her strong Alpha mate. She was supposed to be with child. What was this person doing here discussing the prevention of that?
"Alpha." She mumbled under her breath.
"Soon." Lexa pressed her thumb hard into the middle of her scent gland and Clarke hissed.
"The good thing is that we've only got to prevent pregnancy during the rut since you lose the ability to impregnate her other times." She poured the powder into a metal tin.
"Give her a spoonful of this every morning and night. If the couplings are more frequent than ten in one day, make it three." She instructed. Mila didn't wait for more than a tense nod from Lexa. Clarke was beginning to breathe heavily, and Mila knew there was not much time. Lexa was practically pinning Clarke to the chair. She closed the door behind her and breathed a sigh of relief when the lock clicked.
The moment Lexa released Clarke's shoulders she stood from the chair and followed her across the room as she made to move and lock the door. The chair fell to the side in her haste, but she didn't even notice. Once again, she and her Alpha were clothed when they should not be. She eagerly removed the cloak, and it pooled around her ankles on the ground. Underneath she wore nothing, her legs were slick and Lexa inhaled deeply.
"My little Omega, you were so good." She praised. She stepped forward and swiped her fingers through Clarke's wet folds. "You are so ready for me, and yet you waited." She pressed her thumb against Clarke's clit at the same time she pushed two fingers into her. Clarke moaned.
"I need you inside me." She writhed upon her fingers aching for more, deeper. The haze of her heat was coming over her stronger. The need to mate until she was appropriately seeded was paramount. Lexa curled her fingers inside her eager Omega, pulling back enough to push another in. Clarke groaned and clutched onto Lexa's shoulders. Clarke unbuttoned Lexa's pants and her hand slipped into her waistband. Her fingers wrapped around her cock and pumped up and down.
"Need." Her walls clenched on Lexa's fingers as if to show just how much. Clarke pulled Lexa's pants down just enough that she was able to free her and she looked into Lexa's eyes. "Lift me." Her voice was steady and blue of her irises sparkled. Lexa did not need to be told twice. She picked Clarke up, cradling her under her thighs. Clarke reached down and guided her in.
"Oh, yes." Her eyes rolled back into her head as she sunk down on the length. This is all she needed for the rest of her life. To be mated by her Alpha. To bear her children.
"Fuck me." She begged, she leaned into Lexa and her breasts scraped against the hard leather of her clothing.
"Fuck you?" The word was foreign to her tongue but it seemed vulgar in its origin and the way Clarke was sweating from the hesitation, Lexa knew what it meant and she obliged. She turned around so Clarke was against the wall and she started to pound into her listening to her delicious screams of pleasure.
Clarke's only concern was to mate. Which was why it was so important that an Omega had a generous and thoughtful Alpha to take care of her during her heat. If she had not been responsible for Clarke, the Omega would not eat the entirety of the week. She would only sleep when she passed out from the exhaustion, only drink when sick with dehydration. But as it was, Lexa was extremely concerned for the health of her mate. She often fed Clarke by hand, ensuring that she had plenty of water and her tea two times a day. She made Clarke nap throughout the days after satiating her need. The time in between their mating was spent in deep conversation. Learning of each other's people, their traditions, their childhoods, their lives.
One such time, Clarke was sitting at the table and Lexa was pacing slowly in front of her. Over the past four days she had been attempting to teach Clarke the language of her people, explaining that only the warriors knew English and if she were to be an ambassador for the Sky people she needed to be able to understand. If she were going to be the mate of the Commander, she needed to fully immerse herself in the culture.
"Ai laik Clark kum skaikru"
"Kom Skaikru." Lexa corrected.
"Ai laik Clark kom skaikru." She repeated. Lexa nodded. "Very good." She stopped her pacing in front of Clarke and hooked her finger under her chin to tip her head back. "You sound like a child learning to speak, but other than that, good." She leaned down and kissed her lips.
This time was referred to as the Sequestration. Sequey by her people. It was a time where mates would be locked away and protected by their people. Lexa knew that as the Omegas died off, less and less of the clans had mates and instead they used their Omegas as a shared property. It was a shame that so few Alphas knew the sense of honor and consecration to be gained from having an Omega and claiming her. Lexa had been taught that caring for her people and ruling the clans would always be her driving force in life; but now she knew, her true purpose would be to protect and provide for Clarke. She could not let anyone know of this shift; but she feared she would burn the whole world if it meant keeping Clarke safe.
Clarke's days were filled with eating the fresh fruits and vegetables of the land, spiced meats and salty stews, she drank the finest wines and the water was always clean and plentiful; even the tea she drank morning and night had a warm, bright aroma. The week of her heat was more lavish thank any moment in her entire life. Even the spoils she reaped as one of the Privileged of the Ark was nothing like this. The gratitude for what her Alpha provided was immense. As the days proceeded, Mila had been right, Lexa grew insatiable. Clarke's desperation died down but Lexa became frantic every few hours, the scent in the air was not right to her. Her mate was still not pregnant and there was a veil pulled over her mind as to why. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Lexa took Clarke in a variety of ways during the last day of her rut. On all fours, on the ground; on the table, Clarke's breasts pushed into the hard wood and her hips digging into the edge; once the Omega had been sleeping on her stomach and Lexa couldn't refrain from pulling her up by the hips and burying her length into her Omega in one thrust, Clarkes screams of pleasure muffled by the furs that covered the bed; they fucked on every couch and chair in the room and still Lexa was not satisfied.
By nightfall on the seventh day, Lexa and Clarke finally were beginning to feel the sore muscles and the aches from their coupling. Lexa drew them a hot bath, filling the tub in her private bathroom with water that was stored in large tanks on each floor and heated with coals under the tub. She carried Clarke from the bed and lowered her into the water.
"I haven't had a hot bath since I was a child." Clarke sighed and leaned her head back into the water to soak her hair. Lexa slipped into the water behind Clarke and pulled her body close. She had the sensation of emptiness in her groin that surprised her. She slid her hand down her stomach and when her fingers grazed over her mound and ghosted over her own clit she exhaled slowly. She clenched inside and her abdomen tightened. She was out of her rut. Clarke leaned against her and then moved forward slightly; the appendage that had been between Lexa and her the whole time she'd known her, was gone. She turned, the water sloshing with her movement. Under the water, her hand made contact with Lexa's sex and the brunette tensed, unsure of what Clarke thought about being with another woman when she wasn't in heat; when she didn't have what made her an Alpha. They locked eyes and despite the water constantly washing away the slick between her legs, Lexa was soaked enough that Clarke's fingers slipped inside easily.
"We are not meant to be together only during your rut, Lexa, I am even more attracted to you without that." She answered the question the Commander was to hesitant to ask. She moved forward and for the first time since they locked eyes in the throne room, they kissed without the pheromones of heat and rut swirling around them. They were fully present in their minds, not locked away behind a desperate arousal that overrode their logical thoughts. They kissed roughly, bodies pressed together water splashing onto the stone floor. Clarke groaned into Lexa's mouth as the Commander's fingers expertly found her center. They're fingers pumped in unison and Clarke bit down on Lexa's bottom lip, pulling it gently into her mouth.
"I need to taste you." Clarke pulled back. she grabbed Lexa's hips and urged her to stand. Lexa slid up the wall of the tub and sat on the edge, the cool air causing her nipples to pebble. Clarke's hungry eyes devoured her lithe figure, the hard muscles marked with tattoos and scars. She pulled herself across the tub until she was in between Lexa's slim legs. She pressed a kiss to the warm wet skin of the inside of her knee. Slowly, agonizingly so to Lexa, she kissed her way to Lexa's center. She pressed her hand against Lexa's lower abdomen and the Commander leaned back onto her elbows. Clarke's lips brushed gently over her clit and Lexa shuddered. She glanced down at the Omega between her legs.
"You are so beautiful." Clarke murmured looking up at her with shining blue eyes. For a moment, they stared at each other, feeling the comfort and belonging of being near each other, skin-to-skin. The Clarke leaned forward and sucked Lexa's clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the small bud and Lexa's eyes rolled back into her head. She had never, and would never again feel anything as divine as her Omega's mouth on her sex. Her hand fisted the golden locks as she groaned, grinding slightly into her mouth. Clarke smiled against her skin and her fingers grazed the inside of her thigh until she pushed two fingers inside. Lexa released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"Clarke." She sighed contentedly as Clarke began moving her fingers in earnest and twisting her tongue over Lexa's clit.
"I want you to come for me." She said, her voice husky with desire, before her tongue resumed it's course. Lexa tilted her face down, panting, she locked eyes with the Omega. The pressure was building inside her, she could hardly breathe. Having sex when she wasn't in her Alpha form was not something Lexa did. It was a vulnerability that she never wanted to cross. But with Clarke, she felt like her walls that she spent so long building and fortifying were about to fall, about to implode. Clarke added another finger and sucked on her clit, her hand was soaked. Lexa was moaning without abandon, chanting Clarke's name quietly. Clarke leaned back slightly, her fingers still curling against the spot she knew was going to be Lexa's undoing.
"Let go for me, heda." She whispered against Lexa's stomach, kissing her way back to Lexa's bud. The Commander had no control as the dam inside her broke, she and everything inside of her was released. Her entire spirit felt as though it fractured and all she was left with was the pieces held together by Clarke Griffin. Clarke slithered her way up Lexa's sensitive body and kissed away the tears on her cheeks.
"I will always take care of you." Clarke promised.
