Chương 12: Day 12: Jealous Sex/Strap-On/Outdoor Sex
Day 12: Jealous Sex/Strap-On/Outdoor Sex
Lexa had been quiet ever since they arrived at the camp, her face tense, her eyes constantly drifting toward Clarke as if she was trying to mask the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. Clarke had noticed the shift in her demeanor the moment Niylah showed up to greet them. There hadn't been any direct confrontation — that wasn't Lexa's way — but the air around her felt heavy, thick with something Clarke couldn't quite put her finger on.
The night had settled in now, the campfires crackling softly in the distance as Clarke and Lexa walked through the dark forest, away from the others. The quiet between them was tense, almost suffocating, and Clarke felt her chest tighten as she glanced over at Lexa. She could feel the jealousy radiating off her, even if Lexa hadn't said a word about it.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Clarke asked softly, breaking the silence between them. Lexa didn't stop walking, her gaze focused straight ahead, her jaw clenched tightly. Clarke sighed, quickening her pace until she was walking beside Lexa, her hand brushing against Lexa's arm. "Lexa."
Lexa stopped abruptly, her hand shooting out to grip Clarke's wrist, not harsh but firm enough to get Clarke's full attention. "I saw the way you looked at her," Lexa said, but the blonde could hear the tension in it, the jealousy that had been building since Niylah appeared. "You still care about her, don't you?"
Clarke blinked, surprised at the grounder's bluntness. "Niylah?" She asked, her voice soft, trying to understand where this was coming from. "Lexa, that was... a long time ago. It's not like that anymore."
Lexa's grip tightened slightly, her eyes dark and filled with something Clarke had rarely seen in her — insecurity. Clarke's heart ached at the sight of it. Lexa was always so composed, so strong, but seeing her like this, raw and vulnerable, made Clarke realize just how deeply she loved her.
"I belong to you, Lexa," Clarke said firmly, stepping closer and placing her free hand on Lexa's chest. "Only you."
Lexa's eyes flickered, a mixture of doubt and need flashing through them as she searched Clarke's face, her breath coming in shallow bursts. Clarke could see the turmoil Lexa was trying to hide, the way she was fighting to control her emotions, but it was clear that the sight of Niylah had stirred something deep inside her — something possessive.
Without warning, Lexa pulled Clarke closer, her lips crashing against Clarke's in a kiss that was both desperate and fierce, her hands gripping Clarke's hips tightly as if she was afraid Clarke might slip away. Clarke gasped against her mouth, her body trembling as Lexa's hands roamed over her, rough and demanding. There was no hesitation, no gentleness, just raw need pouring from Lexa in a way that made Clarke's head spin.
"I need to remind you who you belong to," Lexa growled against Clarke's lips, her voice thick with jealousy and desire.
Clarke's breath hitched, her heart racing as Lexa pulled her deeper into the forest, away from the camp, her hands already tugging at Clarke's clothes. Clarke's mind whirled with the intensity of it all, but she didn't fight it. She knew Lexa needed this — needed to claim her, to remind herself that Clarke was hers and hers alone.
By the time Lexa pushed Clarke up against a large tree, they were both breathless, their bodies flush against one another. Lexa's fingers moved quickly, undoing Clarke's belt, pulling her pants down with a rough urgency that sent a thrill of excitement through Clarke's already trembling body.
Heda was everywhere at once — her hands, her lips, the weight of her presence pressing Clarke harder against the tree as she yanked her own pants down, revealing the strap-on already secured around her waist. The blonde had never seen Lexa like this, so raw, so desperate, and it made her whole body ache with want.
Lexa didn't waste any time. She spun Clarke around, pressing her chest against the rough bark of the tree, her hands gripping Clarke's hips tightly as she positioned the strap-on at Clarke's entrance. Clarke's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with anticipation as she felt the thick head press against her slick heat.
Lexa leaned in close, her breath hot against Clarke's ear as she growled, "You're mine, Clarke. Say it."
Clarke's breath hitched, her body shuddering at the force of Lexa's words. "I'm yours," Clarke moaned, her voice shaky but filled with conviction. "Only yours, Lexa."
That was all Lexa needed. With one hard thrust, she slammed into Clarke, burying herself deep inside her with a force that made Clarke cry out, her body jerking forward against the tree. The thickness of the strap-on stretched her completely, filling her in a way that left her gasping for air. Lexa's grip on her hips tightened, her fingers digging into Clarke's skin as she pulled her back onto the strap-on, her movements rough and unrelenting.
Lexa's pace was brutal, each thrust hard and fast, driving the thick length deeper inside Clarke with every movement. Clarke's breath came in ragged sobs, her body shaking as Lexa fucked her with an intensity that left her legs trembling. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the quiet forest, wet and obscene, but Clarke barely noticed, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of Lexa's dominance.
"You're mine," Lexa growled again, possessive as she thrust harder, pulling Clarke's body back onto the strap-on with every movement. "No one else will ever have you like this."
Clarke's hands gripped the tree for support, her nails digging into the bark as she tried to hold herself steady, but the force of Lexa's thrusts made it impossible. Her entire body trembled, her legs shaking as the pleasure built inside her, the pressure becoming almost unbearable.
"Say it again," Lexa demanded, her voice rough as she slammed into Clarke with a force that made her cry out.
"I'm yours," Clarke gasped, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding. "I'm yours, Lexa. Always."
Lexa growled low in her throat, the sound vibrating against Clarke's back as her hands moved up to grip Clarke's shoulders, pulling her back harder onto the strap-on. Clarke's head fell back, her body completely at Lexa's mercy as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Lexa's grip on Clarke tightened, her fingers digging into her shoulders as she slammed into her again and again, each thrust more relentless than the last. Clarke's body jerked forward with every movement, her chest brushing against the rough bark of the tree as Lexa's strap-on filled her completely, stretching her to her limit. The intensity of it was overwhelming, the sheer force of Lexa's need to claim her evident in every brutal thrust.
"You're mine, Clarke," Lexa growled, forcing her partner to take every inch. "No one else can have you. No one else can make you feel like this."
Clarke's breath hitched, her body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure built inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until it was nearly unbearable. She could feel the weight of Lexa's jealousy in every movement, the possessiveness driving Lexa to push her harder, faster, until Clarke could barely keep herself upright. Her legs shook violently, her fingers digging into the tree for support as she tried to steady herself against the onslaught of sensation.
"I'm yours," the blonde whined, her voice breathless, shaky, as Lexa's words sent another wave of heat rushing through her body. "Only yours."
Lexa let out a low, dangerous growl, the sound vibrating against Clarke's back as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Clarke's neck. Her hands slid down Clarke's sides, gripping her hips again as she pushed deeper, harder, her pace unrelenting. Clarke's body was on fire, every nerve alight with the intensity of Lexa's claim, and the pleasure that had been building inside her was quickly becoming too much to handle.
Clarke's moans grew louder, more desperate as Lexa's movements became rougher, her hips snapping forward with brutal precision. Each thrust drove Clarke closer to the edge, her body trembling violently as the pressure inside her reached its breaking point.
"Come for me," Lexa growled, her voice rough, possessive. "I want to feel you fall apart around me."
Clarke's entire body tensed at Lexa's command, the intensity of her words pushing her over the edge. Her muscles clenched tight around the thick length of the strap-on as her orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her with a force that left her gasping for air. Her legs gave out beneath her, her body trembling uncontrollably as Lexa continued to thrust into her, drawing out every last bit of her release until Clarke was completely spent.
But Lexa didn't stop.
Even as Clarke's body shook with the aftershocks of her orgasm, Lexa's hips kept moving, her grip on Clarke's hips firm as she continued to fuck her through it, her pace relentless. Clarke couldn't stop the way her body responded to Lexa's touch, the way her hips rocked back instinctively, seeking more.
"Again," Lexa growled, her voice thick with need. "I'm not done with you yet."
Clarke moaned softly, her body trembling as Lexa's words washed over her. She could feel the possessiveness radiating off Lexa, the desperate need to claim her, to remind her who she belonged to. And Clarke didn't fight it. She wanted this, wanted to give herself to Lexa completely, to let her take what she needed.
Lexa's pace quickened, her hips slamming into Clarke with renewed intensity as she drove the strap-on deeper, harder. Clarke's breath hitched, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensation as Lexa's hands moved to her shoulders again, pulling her back onto the thick length with every brutal thrust.
The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the quiet forest, wet and obscene, but Clarke barely noticed. All she could feel was the dark haired woman — the heat of her skin, the roughness of her touch, the relentless rhythm of her hips as she fucked Clarke harder, deeper, until the pleasure became almost too much to bear.
The pressure inside the blonde built again, faster this time, the intensity of Lexa's movements sending her spiraling toward another orgasm. Her hands clutched at the tree for support, her entire body trembling uncontrollably as she felt herself reaching the edge once more.
"Lexa—" Clarke gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper as her legs shook, her muscles tightening around the strap-on. "I— I can't—"
"Yes, you can," Lexa whispered dangerously as her hips snapped forward with brutal precision. "You'll come for me again. You'll come until I'm done with you."
Clarke's body obeyed. The force of Lexa's words, the raw dominance in her voice, was all it took to push her over the edge again. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching tight around the strap-on as her second orgasm tore through her, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Clarke cried out, her voice echoing through the forest as her body shook violently, her legs barely able to hold her up as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Lexa's hands tightened on her hips, her grip possessive, grounding Clarke as she trembled with the aftershocks of her release. Clarke's entire body spent, but Lexa's hold on her remained steady, reassuring.
For a long moment, they stood there, their bodies pressed together, the quiet of the forest slowly settling around them. Clarke's legs shook beneath her, her breath still uneven, but in Lexa's arms, she felt safe, cherished, loved in a way that made her feel whole again.
Slowly, the older girl pulled out, her hands gentle now as they moved to Clarke's waist, steadying her as she turned her around to face her. Lexa's eyes, dark with possessiveness, softened as they met Clarke's, and Clarke's heart swelled with love for the woman standing before her.
Without a word, Lexa leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Clarke's lips, her fingers still gripping Clarke's hips as if she was afraid to let go. The blonde melted into the kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in her partner's hair, pulling her closer.
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