A/N: This plot bunny just kept demanding to be written and has nothing to do with the main story. Please enjoy this light throne room smut. New chapter of the sky is falling will be out soon, although I just updated on this site with the last 4 chapters. Enjoy


The cavernous meeting hall, usually alive with the clamor of clan leaders and diplomats, was now hushed. The only sound was the soft crackle of the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls. Lexa sat upon her throne, her gaze fixed on Clarke, a predatory gleam in her own eyes.

Clarke, in her usual warrior attire, exuded an aura of power and control. She'd spent the day navigating complex negotiations with other clans, her sharp wit and unwavering resolve impressing even the most seasoned diplomats. Lexa had watched her, a mixture of admiration and desire stirring within her.

Now, alone with Lexa, Clarke's demeanor shifted. A subtle smirk played on her lips as she leaned forward, her hands resting on the imposing seat of Lexa's throne. Her knee pressed between Lexa's thighs, a silent assertion of their shared intimacy.

"Do you see something you want, Heda?" Clarke purred, her voice low and seductive.

Lexa's heart pounded in her chest. The familiar thrill of desire coursed through her veins. "I do," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

Clarke's eyes darkened with desire. "Tell me what you want," she urged, tracing a finger along Lexa's jawline. "What you need." She leaned in, her breath warm against Lexa's ear.

Lexa shivered, a mix of anticipation and surrender. Clarke knew how to push her buttons. "You, niron. I need you. I want you," she confessed, her voice husky.

Clarke smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Tell me," she repeated, her voice low and demanding.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, a dance of power and submission. Lexa felt a surge of primal desire, a longing to possess and be possessed. She pulled Clarke closer, their bodies melding together.

But then, Clarke pulled away, her eyes filled with a teasing glint. "Tell me," she repeated, a playful challenge.

Lexa groaned, a mixture of frustration and arousal. She knew Clarke was playing a dangerous game, but she also knew the only way to satisfy her own desires was to surrender to them fully.

"I want to take you on my throne," Lexa whispered, her voice barely audible. She ran her tongue along Clarke's ear, a shiver running through the Commander's body.

Clarke's eyes widened with desire. She leaned in, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Lexa lifted Clarke, seating her on the edge of the throne. As she gazed upon Clarke, a surge of possessiveness washed over her.

Slowly, Lexa knelt between Clarke's legs, her hands working to free Clarke from her bindings. With deliberate movements, she stripped away Clarke's clothing, reveling in the sight of her lover's bare skin.

Lexa's lips trailed a path up Clarke's thighs, teasing her with gentle kisses. She paused at Clarke's most sensitive point, a tantalizing promise. As she moved to the other thigh, Clarke's body tensed, her breath quickened.

Lexa's hands moved to Clarke's hips, pulling her closer. "Please, Lexa," Clarke pleaded, her voice a mere whisper. Lexa smirked, her eyes filled with a predator's hunger.

She leaned forward, her tongue tasting the sweetness of Clarke's desire. Clarke's body arched, her nails digging into the throne. Lexa's fingers found their way inside Clarke, arousing her to new heights.

As their bodies reached their peak, they were lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. When the storm subsided, they lay together, their bodies intertwined, their hearts still racing.

"I thought Heda bowed for no one," Clarke teased, a playful smile on her lips.

"No one but you, Skaiprisa," Lexa replied, her voice low. She kissed Clarke's neck, a tender gesture that belied the intensity of their shared passion.