Chapitre 9: Day 9 - G!P Lexa/Free Use/Public Sex
Day 9 - G!P Lexa/Free Use/Public Sex
The midday sun filtered through the high windows of the palace, casting long beams of light across the stone floors. The halls of Lexa's chambers were mostly quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of her guards as they maintained their watchful positions near the entrance. Lexa's council was supposed to be in session, the ambassadors of the Twelve Clans waiting patiently in the grand chamber, but Lexa had other plans.
She moved through the halls with her usual grace, her head held high, her posture commanding, but there was something in the way her eyes glinted that suggested something darker, something more primal. Her guards followed her, their eyes forward, unwavering in their duty. None of them expected what was about to happen.
Clarke hadn't expected it either.
She was walking just a few steps behind Lexa, her mind focused on the upcoming meeting, when she felt Lexa's hand reach back and grab her wrist. It was a subtle motion, but the force behind it was undeniable. Clarke stumbled slightly, her eyes widening in surprise as Lexa pulled her close, turning sharply to pin her against the stone wall of the palace hallway.
"Lexa?" Clarke gasped, her breath catching in her throat as her back hit the cold stone, her mind spinning at the sudden shift in Lexa's demeanor. "What—?"
But before Clarke could finish her sentence, Lexa's lips were on hers, hot and demanding, the kiss filled with a roughness that left no room for questions. Clarke's heart raced, her body instinctively responding to the intensity of Lexa's touch, but she could feel the weight of the moment, the way Lexa's guards stood mere feet away, their eyes straight ahead as if nothing was happening.
Clarke tried to pull back, her breath shaky as she whispered, "We have a meeting—"
But Lexa's hand tightened on her wrist, her eyes dark with a hunger that made Clarke's pulse quicken. "They can wait," Lexa growled, her voice low and commanding, a quiet promise of what was to come.
Lexa's fingers trailed down Clarke's body, moving with deliberate slowness as she tugged at the fabric of Clarke's clothes, pulling them loose with practiced ease. Clarke's breath hitched, her mind racing as she realized what was happening, her body betraying her as heat pooled between her legs. She knew this game well — the way Lexa could turn the most mundane moments into something electric, something dangerous. But this was different. This was free use.
Clarke had agreed to it a few months ago, a quiet conversation behind closed doors, where Lexa had laid out the terms. Lexa could take her anywhere, anytime, including her sleep, without warning or hesitation. Clarke belonged to her, and in return, Lexa had promised to never push her further than she could handle, to always maintain a level of trust and safety even in the most depraved moments. Clarke, who had brought it up originally, had accepted it willingly, the idea of giving herself over completely to Lexa igniting a fire inside her that she hadn't been able to ignore.
But even with that agreement in place, Lexa had rarely exercised her full control over Clarke. She had taken her in private, of course — in the quiet, secluded rooms of Polis, when they were alone and safe from prying eyes. Lexa had woken Clarke in the middle of the night more than once, slipping her cock between Clarke's lips, not saying a word, just silently demanding Clarke's obedience as she pulled her from the edge of sleep and into a world of submission.
Then there were the times when Lexa had made a point of showing her dominance in more public settings — like when they were with the Sky People. Clarke remembered the first time well. Lexa had cornered her in front of Bellamy and her mother, making sure they saw who Clarke truly belonged to. It had been subtle at first, Lexa's hand resting possessively on Clarke's lower back, her fingers drifting lower, teasing the edge of Clarke's waistband as they talked about alliances and peace.
But then, when Bellamy's voice had risen in frustration, and Abby had looked ready to intervene, Lexa had acted. She had pressed Clarke against the nearest wall, her body flush against hers as her hand slid down Clarke's front, her fingers dipping into Clarke's pants without hesitation. It was a quiet but undeniable display of power, a reminder to Bellamy and Abby — and anyone else who dared question Lexa's authority — that Clarke was hers.
Clarke had stood there, her breath coming in ragged bursts as Lexa's fingers teased her beneath the fabric, the heat of her hand sending a flush of desire through Clarke's body. She had known Bellamy and her mother were watching, helpless to do anything, bound by the fragile peace between their people. The look in Bellamy's eyes had been a mix of frustration and resignation, but Abby's expression had been harder to read — somewhere between shock and quiet acceptance.
But they hadn't interfered. They couldn't. Lexa was the Commander, and Clarke was Wanheda, the one who held power through death. Their people needed peace, and if that peace came at the price of Clarke's submission to Lexa, so be it.
Then there was Luna. Lexa had taken Clarke to her territory, the visit meant to strengthen ties with the Floukru. It had been peaceful there, the salty air and the sound of the ocean offering a strange sort of serenity, but even in that peace, Lexa had found ways to remind Clarke of who she belonged to. Late at night, when they were supposed to be resting, Lexa would wake Clarke from her slumber, her cock already hard as she guided Clarke's head down, her hand firm on the back of Clarke's neck as she forced her to take her in her mouth.
The first time it had happened, Clarke had been startled, still half-asleep as she felt the hard length pressing against her lips, but Lexa hadn't cared. She had pushed Clarke's head down, her voice low and commanding as she whispered, "Take me, Clarke." And Clarke had obeyed, her lips parting as Lexa's cock slid into her mouth, filling her completely as the Commander's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm.
There had been no witnesses that night, only the sound of the waves crashing outside and the soft gasps of Lexa's pleasure as Clarke worked her tongue along the length of her cock. But it had been a reminder — a quiet but undeniable statement of ownership.
Clarke had grown used to it, the way Lexa could take her whenever she wanted, using Clarke's body for her pleasure without hesitation. But today, in the middle of the palace hallway, with her guards standing mere feet away, it felt different. It felt more dangerous, more raw. Lexa had never taken Clarke so openly, so boldly in front of strangers. Sure, the guards had seen glimpses of her dominance before, but this… this was a full display of Lexa's control.
Lexa tugged Clarke's pants down further, exposing her completely to the cool air of the hallway. Her body trembled with both embarrassment and arousal, the thrill of being used like this, of being taken in front of others, sending a shiver down her spine. She was helpless to stop it, helpless to resist — not that she wanted to.
Lexa's eyes raked over Clarke's exposed body, the raw hunger in her gaze making Clarke's pulse quicken. Lexa wasn't done. Her hands moved with deliberate slowness as she grabbed the hem of Clarke's shirt and, with one quick pull, yanked it over her head. Clarke gasped as the cool air hit her bare skin, her nipples hardening instantly as they were exposed to the open hallway.
Now completely naked, Clarke stood trembling, her body on full display for Lexa — and for the guards standing just feet away. The guards didn't look, their eyes trained forward, but their presence made Clarke's skin tingle with awareness. She could feel their closeness, the fact that they were witnesses to this moment, even if they weren't allowed to acknowledge it.
Lexa stood tall, her posture commanding, her eyes locked on Clarke's as she took in every inch of her naked, trembling form. Clarke's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest as Lexa's gaze burned into her, dark and filled with desire. Clarke wanted to look away, wanted to cover herself, but she knew better. She belonged to Lexa in this moment — Lexa's to use as she pleased.
"Get on your knees," Lexa ordered, her voice low and steady, filled with the same quiet authority that had marked her as the Commander. It was the tone she used when making life-or-death decisions, the tone she used to rally armies. But here, it was laced with something else, something darker.
Clarke swallowed hard, her body trembling with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness as she obeyed. She sank to her knees on the cold stone floor, her body exposed, vulnerable, and completely at Lexa's mercy. The stone bit into her knees, but Clarke didn't care. Her heart raced, her skin flushed with a need that consumed her, knowing that Lexa was about to take her in the most primal, commanding way.
Lexa stepped closer, her cock straining against the fabric of her pants, the thick length already hard and pulsing with need. Clarke's breath hitched as Lexa towered over her, her commanding presence overwhelming. Lexa reached down, her hand moving with deliberate slowness as she tugged at the waistband of her pants, pulling them down just enough to free her cock. The thick, veined length jutted out proudly, the tip glistening with a bead of precum, and Clarke's mouth went dry at the sight.
Lexa's hand wrapped around the base of her cock, her eyes never leaving Clarke's as she stroked herself slowly, deliberately. Clarke's pulse quickened, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Lexa's hand move up and down her cock, the raw hunger in Lexa's eyes making Clarke's entire body tremble with need.
"Take it out," Lexa ordered, her voice filled with the same quiet command she used when she was issuing orders to her warriors. "You know what to do."
Clarke's hands shook as she reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the hard length of Lexa's cock. She swallowed hard, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, feeling the heat of it against her palm. Lexa's cock was heavy in her hand, the skin smooth and hot, and Clarke's entire body trembled with anticipation as she slowly stroked Lexa, her fingers moving with deliberate care.
"Good," Lexa murmured, her voice low and filled with satisfaction as she watched Clarke's hand move up and down her cock. "Now, open your mouth."
Clarke's heart raced, her body trembling as she parted her lips, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Lexa guided the tip of her cock to Clarke's mouth. Clarke's lips wrapped around the head of Lexa's cock, the taste of her skin salty and hot on Clarke's tongue. Clarke's pulse quickened, her entire body tingling with a mixture of nervousness and desire as she took Lexa in deeper, her mouth stretching around the thick length.
Lexa's hand tangled in Clarke's hair, her grip firm but not rough as she guided Clarke's movements, pushing her cock deeper into Clarke's mouth. Clarke's breath hitched, her throat tightening around the hard length as Lexa pushed further, filling Clarke's mouth completely. Clarke's eyes fluttered closed, her hands gripping Lexa's thighs for support as she took her in, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment.
"You're mine, Clarke," Lexa growled, her voice low and filled with quiet authority. "You'll take me whenever I want, however I want. Do you understand?"
Clarke moaned around Lexa's cock, her body trembling with the weight of Lexa's words. She could feel the thick length pressing against the back of her throat, her body struggling to adjust to the fullness
She had agreed to this — to being used like this, to giving herself completely to Lexa. And in this moment, Clarke wanted nothing more than to submit, to let Lexa take her in any way she desired.
Lexa's hips moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her cock sliding in and out of Clarke's mouth with controlled precision. Clarke's throat tightened around the hard length, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts as she struggled to take Lexa deeper, her body trembling with the effort. Lexa's hand gripped Clarke's hair tighter, her fingers guiding Clarke's movements as she thrust into her mouth, each movement filled with the quiet authority that made Lexa the Commander.
"Good girl," Lexa murmured, her voice low and filled with approval as she watched Clarke struggle to take her cock. "You belong to me, Clarke. You'll do whatever I say."
Lexa's eyes darkened with hunger as she thrust deeper, her cock sliding further into Clarke's mouth with each deliberate movement. Clarke's throat tightened around the thick length, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to take it all. But Lexa didn't slow down. She wasn't here to be gentle. Lexa's hips snapped forward, the force of her thrusts rougher, more commanding, driving her cock deeper into Clarke's mouth until the head of it hit the back of Clarke's throat with every movement.
Clarke gagged, her eyes watering as Lexa's cock filled her mouth completely, stretching her lips wide, her throat convulsing around the thickness. Each thrust was powerful, precise, making it harder for Clarke to catch her breath, her body trembling with the effort to keep up. But even as her throat tightened and the pressure built, Clarke didn't pull away. She couldn't. She didn't want to.
This was where she belonged — on her knees for Lexa, serving her Commander in the most primal, intimate way. The pain of each thrust, the way her throat ached and her lungs burned, only heightened the intensity of the moment. She could barely breathe, her body fighting for air as Lexa took what was hers, but Clarke didn't care. The weight of Lexa's cock in her mouth, the way her lips stretched painfully around the hard length, made her body hum with pleasure.
Lexa's hand tightened in Clarke's hair, her grip firm as she held Clarke in place, her hips moving with increasing force. Clarke's breath hitched, her throat clenching as the tip of Lexa's cock brushed against the back of her throat with each thrust. Her body trembled, her mind spinning as Lexa used her without hesitation, without restraint. Clarke gagged again, her throat constricting around the thickness, but Lexa didn't stop. If anything, it seemed to spur her on.
"You're choking on my cock," Lexa growled, her voice dark and filled with satisfaction as she looked down at Clarke. "But you'll take it, won't you? You'll take whatever I give you."
Clarke moaned around the thick length, her throat burning as Lexa's cock filled her completely, the weight of it heavy against her tongue. Her lips stretched painfully around the girth, and she could feel the strain in her jaw, but the intensity of the moment — the raw, primal dominance radiating from Lexa — made Clarke's body tremble with need.
Lexa's grip tightened in Clarke's hair, her hand guiding her head forward until Clarke's lips met the base of Lexa's cock, her throat constricting around the thick length as she struggled to take it all. Clarke gagged, her body convulsing with the effort, but Lexa didn't pull back. She pushed Clarke deeper, her hips rocking forward until Clarke's nose pressed against her pelvis, the thick shaft lodged deep in Clarke's throat.
The Commander's other hand moved to Clarke's face, her fingers pinching Clarke's nose closed, cutting off her air completely. Clarke's heart raced, her body trembling as she realized she couldn't breathe. The pressure in her chest built quickly, the lack of air making her mind spin as her throat convulsed around the thick length of Lexa's cock.
Lexa's grip on Clarke's hair remained firm, her hips holding steady as she kept Clarke in place, the hard length of her cock buried deep in Clarke's throat. Clarke's vision blurred, her lungs screaming for air, but she didn't pull away. The pain, the intensity, the sheer power of Lexa's control over her body made Clarke's entire being hum with need. She was helpless, unable to do anything but take what Lexa gave her, her body trembling as she surrendered completely.
Just when Clarke thought she couldn't take any more, Lexa pulled back, her cock sliding out of Clarke's throat with a wet, obscene sound. Clarke gasped for air, her chest heaving as she sucked in desperate breaths, her body shaking from the lack of oxygen. Tears streamed down her face, her lips swollen and slick with saliva, but the look in her eyes was unmistakable — she wanted more.
Lexa looked down at her, her eyes filled with dark satisfaction as she watched Clarke struggle to catch her breath. "Up," Lexa ordered, her voice low and commanding as she released Clarke's hair, giving her a moment to gather herself. "Against the wall."
Clarke's body trembled as she obeyed, her legs weak and shaking as she pushed herself up from her knees. She stumbled slightly, her body still reeling from the lack of air, but Lexa's hand on her back guided her forward, pushing her toward the cold stone wall of the hallway. Clarke's breath hitched as her bare skin pressed against the rough surface, the coolness of the stone a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from her body.
"Lean forward," Lexa growled, her voice filled with authority as she positioned Clarke against the wall. Clarke's chest pressed against the stone, her arms bracing herself as Lexa moved behind her, the thick length of her cock brushing against Clarke's ass as she lined herself up.
Clarke's body tensed with anticipation, her heart racing as she felt the blunt head of Lexa's cock pressing against her entrance. She was slick, her arousal dripping down her thighs from the sheer intensity of being used like this, and when Lexa pushed forward, her cock slid inside with a smooth, practiced motion. Clarke's mouth fell open in a silent moan, her body trembling as Lexa filled her completely, the thick length stretching her wide as she pressed deep inside.
Lexa's hands gripped Clarke's hips, her fingers digging into Clarke's skin as she pulled her back, burying herself to the hilt with a force that made Clarke's knees weak. Clarke's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as the overwhelming sensation of being filled sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. Lexa's cock was thick, stretching her in ways that left Clarke gasping for air, her entire body shaking as she leaned against the wall, utterly at Lexa's mercy.
"Moan for me," Lexa growled, her voice low and rough as she began to move, her hips rocking forward with a deliberate, unrelenting rhythm. "I want them to hear you. I want them all to know who you belong to."
Clarke's breath hitched, her body trembling as Lexa's cock slammed into her again, the rough thrusts sending jolts of pleasure and pain through her. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips, her voice raw and breathless as she cried out, her body shuddering with each forceful movement.
Lexa's grip on her hips was firm, her fingers digging into Clarke's skin as she guided their rhythm, the low, steady grunts escaping her lips a stark contrast to Clarke's desperate cries. Each thrust was a statement, deliberate and unyielding, pushing Clarke closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling as Lexa's cock stretched her, filled her completely.
"You're stronger than this," Lexa growled between breaths, her voice commanding, not gentle but filled with the raw authority of the Commander. "But you will break for me. You will fall apart, Clarke."
Clarke's hands braced against the cold stone wall, her knees weak and shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Lexa's words sank into her, pushing her closer to the precipice. The pressure between her legs built, unbearable, her body aching with the need for release, but Lexa's relentless pace left no room for escape. She was trapped in the moment, her body trembling, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of Lexa's cock slamming into her, again and again.
"Lexa—" Clarke gasped, her voice barely a whisper as her muscles tightened, her entire body shaking with the impending climax. "I— I can't—"
"Yes, you can," Lexa growled, her voice low and commanding. "You will."
Lexa's hips snapped forward, the force of her thrusts sending Clarke's body jolting against the wall, her breath catching in her throat as she cried out, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure. The intensity of it was too much, her body trembling uncontrollably as she neared the edge, her mind spinning, barely able to hold on.
"Don't hold back," Lexa's voice cut through the haze, her breath hot against Clarke's ear as she leaned in closer. "Let go."
Clarke's body obeyed, her muscles clenching tight around Lexa's cock as her orgasm tore through her, the force of it so intense that she couldn't stop the scream that ripped from her lips. Her entire body convulsed, her legs shaking as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her gasping for air, her mind reeling as her body shattered beneath Lexa's unrelenting thrusts.
Lexa didn't slow, her grip tightening as she drove into Clarke harder, her cock pulsing deep inside Clarke's trembling core as she neared her own release. Clarke could feel the tension in Lexa's body, the way her muscles tightened, her breath quickening as she pushed forward one last time, burying herself deep inside Clarke.
With a low, guttural growl, Lexa came, her cock throbbing inside Clarke as she spilled into her, filling her with hot, wet heat. Clarke could feel the warmth spreading through her, her own body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm as Lexa held her close, their bodies pressed together in the aftermath of their brutal, primal encounter.
For a long moment, the hallway was silent, save for their heavy breathing, both of them spent, their bodies trembling from the intensity of their shared release. Clarke's body sagged against the wall, her legs weak, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to steady herself, her mind still spinning.
Lexa was the first to move, her hands gentle now as they slid from Clarke's hips to her waist, guiding her back from the wall. Clarke's legs wobbled beneath her, but Lexa's strong arms kept her upright, her touch still commanding, but softer now, filled with care. She pulled out slowly, the thick length of her cock sliding free from Clarke's slick heat, leaving Clarke trembling in its absence.
Clarke stood there, dazed, her body shaking, her skin flushed and slick with sweat as Lexa moved quickly to help her dress. Lexa's movements were efficient, practiced, her fingers deftly pulling Clarke's clothes back on, covering her once more as Clarke's mind slowly began to clear.
As she fastened the last button on Clarke's shirt, Lexa leaned in close, her breath warm against Clarke's ear as she whispered, "My seed will be dripping from you all meeting."
Clarke's breath hitched, her entire body tingling at the weight of Lexa's words. The meeting. She had almost forgotten. The ambassadors would be waiting for them, and Clarke could already feel the sticky warmth of Lexa's cum seeping out of her, slick against her thighs, a reminder of what had just happened, what Lexa had taken from her.
Lexa's lips brushed against Clarke's ear, a soft, almost teasing touch. "If you're good," she murmured, her voice low and filled with dark amusement, "I'll wait until after the meeting to add to it."
Clarke's body shuddered, her heart racing as the full weight of Lexa's words settled over her. She could feel Lexa's cum slowly dripping from her, the warmth between her legs a constant reminder of her submission, her surrender. And as she looked up into Lexa's eyes, still dark with hunger, she knew that this was far from over.
Lexa smirked, the look in her eyes filled with quiet satisfaction as she stepped back, straightening her clothes, her posture once again that of the indomitable Commander. "Come," Lexa said, her voice steady and commanding, as if nothing had happened at all. "The ambassadors are waiting."
And Clarke, her body still trembling, her heart still pounding, followed her Commander, knowing full well that the next time Lexa wanted her — whether it was in front of her guards, in the midst of a meeting, or in the privacy of their chambers — Clarke would always be ready to serve.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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