Day 11 - Strap-On/Throne Sex/Balcony Sex

Day 11 - Strap-On/Throne Sex/Balcony Sex

The sun was bright overhead, spilling long shadows across the floor through the open windows of the throne room. Lexa sat there, powerful and composed on the heavy wooden throne that represented everything she commanded, but today her focus wasn't on the clans or politics. It was on Clarke.

The tension between them had been building for hours, simmering beneath the surface through endless council meetings. Clarke had felt it all day — the lingering touches, the way Lexa's eyes had darkened whenever they met hers, sending heat pooling low in her belly. Now, with the room empty and just the two of them left, that tension was palpable, filling the air between them with something intimate, something dangerous.

Lexa's eyes swept over her, slow and deliberate, full of hunger. Clarke could barely breathe as she watched Lexa shift in her seat, the leather of her pants creaking faintly as she spread her legs just a little, inviting Clarke closer without a single word. Clarke felt her heart hammering against her ribs, her body already responding to the silent command. She stepped forward, breath shaky, anticipation curling tight in her stomach.

"Come here," Lexa said softly, her voice calm but carrying that steady authority that always made Clarke's pulse quicken.

Clarke moved closer, her legs trembling slightly as she stopped between Lexa's parted thighs. Lexa reached out, her hands brushing against the hem of Clarke's shirt, fingers deftly loosening the fabric with practiced ease. Clarke's breath hitched as Lexa took her time, pulling the shirt up, slow and deliberate, exposing more and more of her skin until it was lifted over her head, leaving Clarke standing bare from the waist up.

Lexa's eyes flickered with something darker, more primal, as she let her gaze travel over Clarke's exposed skin. Her hands followed, tracing the soft curve of Clarke's waist, making Clarke shudder under her touch. Heat rippled through her, making her ache for more, every nerve in her body alive and buzzing. When Lexa's fingers moved lower, finding the waistband of Clarke's pants, Clarke could barely breathe. With a quick tug, Lexa had them sliding down her legs, pooling at her feet. Clarke stepped out of them, her body now completely on display.

The cool air of the room hit her bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat in Lexa's eyes as she took in the sight of Clarke, completely naked and trembling with anticipation. Her gaze lingered on the wetness glistening between Clarke's thighs, and Clarke's face flushed under the intensity of it.

"Kneel," Lexa commanded, her voice low and sure.

Clarke's legs shook as she obeyed, sinking to her knees in front of Lexa, placing her hands gently on Lexa's thighs. She looked up, her breath shallow, heart pounding. Lexa's hands moved to her own pants, quickly undoing the fastenings and pushing them down, revealing the strap-on secured tightly around her waist. Clarke's mouth went dry at the sight of it — thick, dark, and ready. She'd seen it before, had been with Lexa like this before, but something about the throne, the power radiating from Lexa as she sat there, made this moment feel more intense, more electric.

Lexa stood briefly, stepping out of her pants and settling back into her throne with that same calm confidence. The thick strap-on jutted out proudly from between her legs, and Clarke's stomach twisted in need as she watched Lexa wrap a hand around the base, stroking it slowly, her eyes never leaving Clarke.

"Take it," Lexa growled softly, her voice sending a shiver through Clarke's already trembling body.

Clarke's hands moved instinctively, reaching for the strap-on, her fingers trembling slightly as she positioned herself. Her eyes flicked up to meet Lexa's, a wordless question in them, but all she got in return was Lexa's steady gaze, filled with desire. Clarke swallowed hard and leaned in, her lips brushing the tip of the strap-on before she opened her mouth, taking the length in with practiced ease.

Lexa's hand tangled in Clarke's hair, her grip firm but not painful, guiding her movements. Her hips rocked forward slightly, pushing the strap-on deeper into Clarke's mouth. Clarke's throat tightened around the thickness, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as she worked to please Lexa, every deliberate thrust pushing her closer to that intoxicating power Lexa exuded. The leather creaked beneath Lexa as her hips moved again, harder this time, pushing Clarke's limits, but Clarke didn't pull back. She wanted this. Needed this.

"Good," Lexa murmured, her voice a low, satisfied growl as she watched Clarke's lips stretch around the thick shaft. "Just like that."

Clarke moaned softly around the strap-on, her body aching as Lexa's hips began to move with more purpose. The sight of Lexa, sitting there in her throne, looking down at her like she owned her, sent a wave of heat coursing through Clarke's veins. She was shaking with need, her hands gripping Lexa's thighs for support as she bobbed her head, taking Lexa deeper and deeper until her throat burned and her jaw ached.

"Enough," Lexa growled, her fingers tightening in Clarke's hair as she pulled her back slightly, dark eyes filled with hunger as she looked down at her. "I want more."

Clarke barely had time to catch her breath before Lexa was pulling her to her feet, her hands quick and rough as she spun Clarke around, pushing her forward. Clarke gasped, her chest hitting the cold wood of the throne, the sudden change leaving her breathless. Lexa's hand was on her hips in an instant, steady and commanding as she positioned the strap-on at Clarke's entrance, the blunt head pressing against her wetness.

The anticipation was overwhelming, and Clarke could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she waited, trembling. Lexa didn't make her wait long. With one hard thrust, Lexa pushed inside, filling Clarke completely. Clarke's head snapped back, a loud moan escaping her as her body jerked forward, the thick length of the strap-on stretching her, hitting deep.

"Moan for me, Clarke," Lexa growled, her voice low, rough. "Let me know who you belong to."

Clarke's breath caught in her throat, her body already trembling from the force of Lexa's words, but she couldn't hold back. A deep, raw moan escaped her lips, the sound echoing through the empty throne room. Her hands gripped the edges of the throne, nails digging into the wood as Lexa started moving, her hips rocking forward in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust drove the strap-on deeper into Clarke, filling her completely, making her gasp with every stroke.

Lexa's grip on Clarke's hips tightened, fingers pressing hard into her skin as she set the pace, the power of her movements making Clarke's legs shake. There was no gentleness in Lexa's thrusts, just the brutal, unrelenting force of her dominance. Clarke's head dropped forward, her body completely at Lexa's mercy as each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure shooting through her, leaving her gasping and moaning uncontrollably.

"Who do you belong to, Clarke?" Lexa growled, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. Her hips slammed into Clarke, driving the thick strap-on deep inside her, over and over, without mercy.

"You," Clarke gasped, her voice breathless and desperate as she tried to hold herself steady, her fingers gripping the throne so tightly her knuckles turned white. "I belong to you, Lexa."

Lexa's dark eyes glinted with satisfaction at Clarke's words, and her pace quickened, the strap-on filling Clarke so completely that her knees buckled, forcing her to lean harder against the throne for support. The sound of their bodies colliding, wet and obscene, filled the room, mixing with Clarke's moans and Lexa's heavy breathing. Clarke's body burned with need, every nerve on fire as Lexa pounded into her relentlessly, the pressure inside her building with each punishing thrust.

"Say it again," Lexa ordered, her grip on Clarke's hips tightening as she pulled her back onto the strap-on with every thrust, forcing her deeper, harder. "Say it."

"I belong to you," Clarke moaned, her voice barely more than a breath as she felt herself unraveling, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure. "I'm yours, Lexa. Only yours."

Without warning, Lexa's strong hands lifted Clarke from the throne. Clarke's breath hitched as her feet barely touched the ground, Lexa's body pressed tightly against her, radiating heat and power. Without a word, Lexa walked them both toward the open balcony, her grip firm but gentle as she moved with purpose, her dominance palpable. The cool breeze from outside hit Clarke's flushed skin, sending a shiver down her spine, but the heat radiating from Lexa kept her grounded, kept her wanting more.

The night air was crisp, stars twinkling overhead as Lexa guided Clarke to the edge of the stone balcony. Clarke barely noticed the sprawling view of Polis beneath them; her focus was entirely on Lexa, her presence commanding every inch of Clarke's attention. She knew what was coming, and the anticipation was already making her core ache with need.

With a firm but gentle motion, Lexa bent Clarke over the stone railing, pressing her chest flush against the cool stone while positioning herself behind her. Clarke's breath hitched, her skin tingling with the thrill of it. The thought of anyone looking up, anyone seeing what Lexa was about to do to her, sent another wave of heat through Clarke's trembling body.

Lexa didn't hesitate. Her hands gripped Clarke's hips once more, positioning the strap-on at her entrance, and with one hard thrust, she slammed back inside. Clarke cried out, her body jerking forward against the railing as Lexa filled her completely. The familiar stretch was intense, overwhelming, but Clarke loved every second of it. Lexa's hips rocked forward with brutal precision, each thrust deeper, harder, making Clarke's body tremble under the force of it.

"Do you like this?" Lexa growled, leaning over Clarke, her breath hot against Clarke's ear as her hips slammed into her relentlessly. "Do you like being fucked out here where anyone could see? Where anyone could know you're mine?"

Clarke's breath came in shallow gasps, her body shaking with the intensity of Lexa's words. She hadn't even considered it until now — the idea that someone might look up, that anyone below could witness how Lexa was claiming her, owning her. The thought sent a thrill of excitement racing through her, her core tightening around the thick length of the strap-on as her hips instinctively rocked back, seeking more.

"Yes," Clarke gasped, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding. "I love it. I love when you fuck me like this."

Lexa's grip tightened, her nails digging into Clarke's hips as she drove into her harder, the force of her thrusts making Clarke's legs shake. "Good," Lexa growled, her voice filled with dark satisfaction as she fucked Clarke with brutal efficiency. "I want everyone to know who you belong to."

Clarke's body was trembling uncontrollably now, her breath coming in ragged sobs as the pleasure built to an unbearable intensity. Every thrust pushed her closer to the edge, the tension inside her winding tighter and tighter until it was impossible to hold back. Her legs shook violently, her hands clutching the cold stone of the railing for support as Lexa's relentless pace drove her toward the breaking point.

"Come for me, Clarke," Lexa commanded, her voice a low growl as she slammed into Clarke, her hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "I want to feel you fall apart around my cock."

That was all it took. Clarke's body convulsed, her muscles clenching tight around the thick length of the strap-on as her orgasm tore through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out, her voice echoing into the night as her legs gave out beneath her, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. But Lexa didn't stop. She continued to thrust into Clarke, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until Clarke was spent, barely able to stand as her body trembled in the aftermath.

When it was finally over, Clarke collapsed against the stone railing, her breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts as her body shook with the aftershocks of her release. Lexa slowed her movements, her hands becoming gentle as she pulled Clarke back against her, wrapping her arms around Clarke's waist and pressing her chest against Clarke's back. The heat of her skin felt grounding, a reminder that even in the intensity, there was always tenderness.

"Mine," Lexa whispered, her voice soft but possessive as she pressed a kiss to the back of Clarke's neck. "Always."

Clarke's heart swelled, her body relaxing into Lexa's embrace as they stood together on the balcony, the cool night air calming her as she tried to steady her breath. Despite the roughness of what had just happened, she felt safe, cherished in Lexa's arms.

"I'm yours," Clarke whispered back, her voice soft, filled with devotion.

They stood there for a while, the intensity of the moment fading into something quieter, more intimate. Clarke's body still trembled, her breath coming in uneven bursts, but in Lexa's arms, she felt whole.

After a few more moments, Lexa gently helped Clarke back into her clothes, her hands soft and careful as she dressed her. Clarke smiled at the tenderness of it, her heart full as she looked up at Lexa. There was so much love in Lexa's eyes, it made Clarke feel complete.

"Let's go inside," Lexa murmured, her voice soft as she took Clarke's hand, leading her back into the warmth of the throne room.