Chapitre 8: Day 8 - Cock Warming/Strap-On/Under Desk/Public Sex/DP
Day 8 - Cock Warming/Strap-On/Under Desk/Public Sex/DP
The room was filled with the quiet murmur of voices, the low hum of conversation between the ambassadors of the clans seated around the grand council table. Lexa, Heda of the Twelve Clans, sat at the head of the table, her posture regal and commanding as she listened carefully to the discussions unfolding before her. Her face was calm, her expression unreadable, but beneath the table, hidden from the eyes of the ambassadors, something much more intimate was happening.
Clarke was on her hands and knees under the heavy wooden table, completely naked, her body pressed against the stone floor as she waited for Lexa's next move. She could hear the voices of the ambassadors above her, the steady rhythm of their conversation, but it felt distant — unimportant compared to the heat building between her legs. The tablecloth draped over the edges of the table provided cover, hiding Clarke from view, but the tension in the air was palpable.
This had been Lexa's idea, though Clarke hadn't resisted. If anything, the challenge of being so exposed, so vulnerable in such a setting, only heightened the thrill. It wasn't just about the physical act — it was about control, about trust, and the fact that Lexa could remain composed and focused on the political matters at hand while Clarke was beneath her, warming her strap-on, sent a wave of excitement through Clarke's body.
Lexa's chair was pushed up close to the table, her body hidden from view except for her commanding presence above the table. The strap-on, harnessed securely around her waist, stretched Clarke's entrance obscenely wide, filling her completely without even moving. Clarke could feel the weight of it deep inside her, every inch stretching her in a way that made her breath come in short, shallow bursts.
The stillness was maddening.
Clarke's body trembled, her hands pressing against the cold stone floor for support as she adjusted herself, feeling the way the unyielding length of the strap-on filled her core, the pressure making her pulse with need.
The slickness between her legs was unmistakable, and Clarke could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, her body clenching around the strap-on involuntarily. Every slight movement sent a ripple of sensation through her, and she couldn't stop the soft, desperate flutter of her pussy muscles as they gripped the length inside her, squeezing it with each subtle shift.
Unable to help herself, Clarke shifted again, her hips rocking back just slightly, enough to make the strap-on press deeper into her core. A soft, desperate whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it, her body trembling as she felt the pressure build inside her. The sensation of being so completely filled, so stretched without any movement, was maddening, and her need was growing unbearable.
Just as Clarke was about to rock back again, desperate for even the smallest bit of friction, she felt Lexa's hand grip her ass firmly, her nails digging into Clarke's skin in a silent command to stop. Clarke's body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as Lexa's fingers tightened their hold, her nails leaving small, stinging marks on Clarke's skin.
The sharpness of Lexa's nails against her flesh sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through Clarke's body, grounding her in the moment, reminding her of the power dynamic between them. Clarke's heart raced, her hips freezing in place as she fought to still herself, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her need.
Lexa's grip tightened, her nails pressing harder into Clarke's skin as if to remind her who was in control. Clarke's breath came in shallow bursts, her body still clenched tightly around the strap-on, her pussy fluttering uncontrollably despite her best efforts to remain still. She couldn't stop the way her body reacted to the sensation, the way the strap-on filled her so completely, so perfectly, even without movement.
The slickness between Clarke's thighs only grew worse, her arousal dripping down her legs as she struggled to keep from rocking back against Lexa's hand. Every pulse of her muscles around the strap-on made her want to move, to push herself harder against it, but Lexa's firm grip on her ass kept her in place, a silent reminder that she wasn't allowed to take control. Not yet.
She was meant to be warming Lexa's strap. An act of control, to show her devotion to her Heda. The thought alone made Clarke's core tighten around the length buried inside her, her body trembling as the weight of the moment washed over her. She was here, on her hands and knees, hidden under the table while Lexa spoke with the ambassadors of the clans. She was dripping with need, aching for Lexa's permission to move, to do anything, but this wasn't about her pleasure.
This was for Lexa.
Clarke's mind repeated the mantra, trying to focus on the purpose of her submission, but the strain was getting unbearable. The fullness of the strap-on inside her had her core pulsing with need, but still, she held herself still, trembling, waiting. Every second felt like a lifetime, and the heat between her thighs was growing unbearable, slick and dripping as she clenched around the unmoving length. Her body screamed for movement, but Lexa's firm hand on her ass kept her grounded, preventing her from acting on her desperate desires.
Suddenly, Clarke felt the lightest brush of Lexa's fingers circling her other entrance — her asshole. The touch was so gentle, so teasing, that it sent a shockwave of sensation through Clarke's entire body. Her breath hitched, and her hips instinctively tried to push back, but as soon as she moved, Lexa's fingers lifted, leaving her with nothing but the cold tension of denial.
Clarke whimpered softly, her body aching for more, but she forced herself to stay still, to hold onto the control Lexa demanded of her. Lexa's fingers returned, circling her tight ring of muscle with a slow, deliberate pressure that made Clarke's breath come out in ragged gasps. The sensation was exquisite, so intense, yet Lexa wasn't giving her enough to let her truly feel it. Just a tease. Always just enough to make Clarke tremble and ache for more.
Lexa's other hand remained on her sword, resting calmly in her lap, keeping up the appearance of composure and control. The ambassadors at the table were completely unaware of what was happening beneath it, the quiet, intimate act of submission unfolding just inches away from their political discussions. Lexa was the picture of command, her posture perfect, her attention seemingly focused on the conversation, while her fingers worked Clarke with precision.
Clarke's body tensed as Lexa's finger pressed against her tighter entrance, her breath catching as she felt the slight pressure there. Her muscles fluttered instinctively, clenching around the strap-on inside her and making her core tighten with need. The combination of sensations — the fullness inside her and the teasing pressure at her back entrance — was almost too much to bear. Clarke's hips twitched again, her body begging for more, for movement, but Lexa's hand moved from her sword, gripping her ass tightened, nails digging in to remind her of her place.
Lexa's finger pressed a little harder against Clarke's ass, slowly pushing inside just enough to stretch her, but not enough to satisfy the deep ache Clarke felt. The pressure made her hips twitch, her muscles clenching around both the strap-on and Lexa's finger, but Lexa stopped immediately as soon as Clarke moved, pulling her finger back with deliberate precision.
Clarke whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to stay still. She could feel her slick arousal dripping down her legs, pooling beneath her, and her entire body was screaming for release. But Lexa wouldn't give it to her. Not yet. This was a test of control, of trust, and Clarke knew she had to prove herself.
Lexa's finger returned, sliding in slowly, and Clarke's breath hitched again, her body trembling as she fought to remain still. The sensation of Lexa's finger pressing into her ass, combined with the fullness of the strap-on inside her core, made her feel stretched and exposed in a way that sent a shiver through her body. She wanted to move, wanted to rock back and feel the full pressure of both, but Lexa's nails digging into her skin reminded her to hold still.
Clarke's mind was spinning, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment. She barely noticed the conversation above her anymore, too focused on the overwhelming sensation inside her. She was on the edge of desperation, her body trembling with the need for more, for movement, for release.
But then, suddenly, everything shifted.
The voices above her faded, the murmur of the ambassadors' conversation dying down, and Clarke realized with a start that the meeting had ended. She hadn't even noticed, so lost in the intensity of the moment, the overwhelming sensation of being filled and stretched without release.
Before she could process what was happening, Lexa moved.
The hand that had been resting calmly on Clarke's ass suddenly gripped her harder, and without warning, Lexa thrust up hard, the strap-on filling Clarke completely, the sudden movement sending a shockwave of pleasure through Clarke's body. Clarke cried out, the sound loud and raw, her body convulsing as Lexa's hips rocked up into her, the force of the thrust sending her over the edge.
Clarke's muscles clenched tightly around the strap-on, her entire body trembling with the force of the orgasm that ripped through her. She couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips, her voice shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body collapsing forward as Lexa thrust up into her again, harder this time, relentless in her movements.
"Lexa—!" Clarke gasped, her breath coming in ragged bursts as her body convulsed around the strap-on, the pleasure overwhelming her. Her hands gripped the floor beneath her, her nails digging into the stone as Lexa fucked her with a controlled intensity, each thrust hitting deep inside her, driving her closer and closer to the brink of oblivion.
Lexa's fingers slid deeper into Clarke's ass, the double sensation making Clarke's body quake with need, her breath coming in desperate gasps as she struggled to keep up with the onslaught of pleasure. She was helpless beneath Lexa, completely at her mercy, and she loved every second of it.
"You've done well, Clarke," Lexa murmured, her voice low and commanding as she thrust into Clarke again, her pace unrelenting. "Now, take what you need."
And Clarke did.
Her body trembled uncontrollably as she rocked back against Lexa's thrusts, her muscles clenching around both the strap-on and Lexa's fingers, the sensation so intense it was almost unbearable. Clarke's breath came in ragged sobs, her body shaking as she rode the waves of pleasure, her mind spinning as Lexa took control, fucking her with an intensity that left her breathless.
Clarke's orgasm hit her again, harder this time, ripping through her with a force that left her trembling and crying out, her voice hoarse and desperate as her body convulsed beneath Lexa's relentless thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming every inch of her body, and Clarke felt herself falling apart, completely at Lexa's mercy as the waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again.
As Clarke trembled in the aftershocks of her orgasm, her body limp and trembling, Lexa kept moving, her thrusts unrelenting. Clarke's breath hitched, her body tightening instinctively as the overstimulation took hold. Every nerve in her body felt raw, exposed, as Lexa pushed her deeper into that haze of sensation. The strap-on continued to fill her, stretching her with every thrust, and Clarke could feel her body clenching around it involuntarily, unable to control the fluttering of her muscles as they gripped the thick length inside her.
Clarke whimpered, her body shaking uncontrollably as Lexa kept going, each thrust drawing out more pleasure, more intensity than Clarke thought she could handle. The overstimulation was unbearable, the sensation of the strap-on inside her, combined with the fullness and pressure, pushing her beyond her limits. She tried to catch her breath, tried to steady herself, but Lexa's unyielding rhythm kept her on the edge, her body trembling with the constant waves of sensation.
"Lexa—" Clarke gasped, her voice breaking as her body rocked with the force of another orgasm building inside her, unbidden, unwanted, but unstoppable. "I can't—"
But Lexa didn't stop.
Without a word, Lexa spit directly on Clarke's ass, the sudden slick warmth sending a jolt of both shock and arousal through Clarke's trembling body. Lexa's fingers, still teasing Clarke's other entrance, now moved with more intent, pressing deeper, circling the tight muscle with deliberate care before sliding in another finger. Clarke's breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt the pressure, the stretch, the overwhelming sensation of being filled in both places at once.
Clarke cried out, her hips jerking involuntarily as Lexa added the extra finger, stretching her even more. The slickness of Lexa's spit made it easier, but the feeling of being opened so fully, so deeply, was intense beyond anything Clarke had felt before. Her muscles clenched around Lexa's fingers, the sensation sending shockwaves through her body as she tried to adjust to the fullness, but Lexa didn't give her time to recover.
Lexa's other hand remained on Clarke's waist, gripping her firmly as she continued to thrust the strap-on inside her, each movement slow but deliberate, forcing Clarke's body to take everything she was giving her. The combination of Lexa's fingers stretching her asshole and the strap-on filling her core made Clarke's mind spin, her breath coming in ragged, desperate bursts as the overstimulation pushed her past the point of control.
"Stay with me," Lexa whispered, her voice low and commanding, sending another wave of heat through Clarke's trembling body. "You can take more."
Clarke's heart pounded, her body trembling uncontrollably as Lexa pushed her further and further, her thrusts unrelenting, her fingers inside Clarke's ass moving in time with the strap-on. The pressure was overwhelming, the feeling of being filled in both places, the slickness of Lexa's spit making it all too easy for her to push deeper, harder.
Clarke's breath came in ragged sobs, her body shaking as the overstimulation took hold, her muscles tightening around both the strap-on and Lexa's fingers. She could feel another orgasm building inside her, her body betraying her as the pleasure mounted, even as she tried to hold back, tried to steady herself. But it was too much. The sensation of being stretched, filled, and thrust into relentlessly was more than she could handle, and her body responded with a desperate need for release.
Lexa's hand tightened on Clarke's waist, holding her in place as her hips rocked forward, the strap-on hitting deeper inside Clarke's core with each thrust. Clarke's mind was spinning, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built to a breaking point, the pressure inside her unbearable. Lexa's fingers moved in her ass, pressing deeper, the added fullness sending shockwaves through Clarke's body as she fought to stay grounded, to hold on to the last thread of control she had.
But it was no use.
Another orgasm ripped through Clarke's body, harder than the last, tearing a scream from her lips as her muscles clenched around Lexa's strap-on, her body convulsing violently with the force of the release. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, consuming every inch of her body as Lexa's fingers worked her through it, pushing her deeper into the haze of overstimulation.
Lexa didn't stop.
Clarke's body trembled uncontrollably, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to steady herself, but Lexa kept thrusting, kept pushing her, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from her trembling body. Clarke's muscles clenched tightly around the strap-on, the overstimulation driving her to the edge of madness as Lexa's fingers worked her ass, stretching her further, filling her completely.
"Please," Clarke gasped, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure hit her, her body trembling with the force of it. "I can't—"
But Lexa wasn't done with her yet.
Lexa's hand slid down from Clarke's waist, her fingers finding Clarke's slick, swollen clit, and without warning, she pressed down hard, her thumb circling with relentless pressure. Clarke's entire body jolted, her muscles convulsing as the sudden stimulation to her already sensitive clit sent her spiraling into another orgasm, her voice breaking as she cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably.
The pleasure was too much, too intense, her body shaking violently as Lexa's fingers in her ass moved in sync with the thrusts of the strap-on, pushing Clarke beyond anything she had ever experienced. Her breath came in desperate sobs, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her, leaving her utterly spent, completely at Lexa's mercy.
Clarke's muscles clenched tightly, her body wracked with the force of another orgasm that tore through her, her voice hoarse and broken as she cried out again. Her mind was lost in the haze of overstimulation, every nerve in her body screaming with the intensity of it as Lexa continued, pushing her further, forcing her body to take every last bit of pleasure until she had nothing left.
When it finally ended, when Lexa's fingers slowed and the strap-on stilled inside her, Clarke collapsed against the floor, her body trembling, spent, and shaking with the aftershocks of the overwhelming pleasure. Her breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, her body too weak to move as she lay there, completely at Lexa's mercy.
Lexa leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Clarke's shoulder as she whispered, "You did well."
Clarke's body was spent, trembling in the aftermath of the overwhelming pleasure that had left her breathless and weak. She could barely move, her limbs heavy and her breath still coming in ragged bursts. The only thing grounding her was Lexa's presence, the warmth of her touch, the quiet reassurance in her voice. Clarke knew she had given everything she had, and Lexa had taken care of her, just as she always did.
Lexa gently withdrew the strap-on, her movements slow and careful, mindful of Clarke's sensitivity. Clarke whimpered softly, her body shuddering as the last traces of overstimulation coursed through her, but she trusted Lexa completely. She let herself relax into Lexa's arms as her Heda carefully lifted her from the floor, cradling her as if she were something precious.
Lexa's strength was undeniable as she carried Clarke effortlessly, her arms secure around her as she made her way to a small, hidden door in the back of the council room. The side passageways of the tower were meant for discretion, and Lexa had arranged for this long before the meeting had even started. The servants had been given instructions to prepare a bath in their private quarters, and now it was time for Clarke to be cared for.
The dimly lit passageway was quiet, and Clarke's head rested against Lexa's shoulder, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter. Lexa's fingers brushed through Clarke's hair as they moved, her touch soothing and filled with affection. Clarke closed her eyes, letting herself be carried, her mind finally at peace, knowing that Lexa would take care of her now.
When they reached their chambers, the scent of warm water and herbs filled the air. The bath was ready, just as Lexa had arranged, the steam rising gently from the large tub. Lexa set Clarke down carefully on the edge of the bath, her hands never leaving her for long as she knelt beside her, her eyes soft with concern and care.
Clarke's body still felt heavy, her limbs weak, but the warmth of the room and Lexa's tender care soothed her. Lexa reached for a cloth, dipping it into the warm water before she began to gently wash Clarke, her movements slow and deliberate, taking care with every inch of her skin. The warm water felt like a balm against Clarke's aching muscles, the herbs in the bath soothing her senses as Lexa worked in silence, her focus entirely on Clarke.
Lexa's hands moved with careful precision, washing away the remnants of sweat and arousal from Clarke's body, her fingers trailing over Clarke's skin with a reverence that made Clarke's heart swell. She had been taken apart tonight, but Lexa was putting her back together, piece by piece, with every gentle touch.
"You did well," Lexa whispered again, her voice filled with quiet pride as she worked. "You were perfect."
Clarke's breath hitched at the words, her chest tightening with emotion as she let herself sink deeper into Lexa's care. The bathwater was warm, soothing her, but it was Lexa's presence, Lexa's attention, that made Clarke feel safe, loved. Lexa remained kneeling beside the tub, her eyes never leaving Clarke's face as she bathed her, her devotion evident in every movement.
Lexa gently washed Clarke's hair next, her fingers massaging Clarke's scalp with a tenderness that made Clarke's eyes flutter closed. Clarke could feel the weight of everything that had happened that night lifting from her shoulders, the trust they had shared, the vulnerability of the moment, now soothed by Lexa's quiet care.
When Clarke's body was finally clean, Lexa leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Clarke's forehead before helping her sit up in the tub. Clarke's muscles still felt weak, but the warmth of the bath and Lexa's touch gave her the strength she needed. Lexa wrapped a warm towel around Clarke, lifting her carefully from the water and cradling her once again as she carried her to the nearby bed.
Clarke's body sank into the soft blankets, the exhaustion finally settling in as Lexa tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable. Lexa knelt beside the bed, her eyes soft as she brushed a strand of damp hair away from Clarke's face, her touch light but filled with love.
"Rest," Lexa whispered, her voice filled with quiet command, but also tenderness. "I'll stay with you."
Clarke nodded, her eyes half-lidded as sleep began to pull at her, but even in her exhaustion, she could feel the warmth of Lexa's presence beside her, her unwavering support and care. Lexa never left her side, her hand resting lightly on Clarke's arm, a constant reminder that she was there, that she would always be there.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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