Day 13 - Pussy Warming

Day 13 - Pussy Warming

The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled light across the soft blanket spread beneath them. The world outside their small patch of forest was quiet, but here, in the lazy warmth of the day, it was just Clarke and Lexa. Not Wanheda and Heda.

The Sky Princess lay back, propped up on her elbows, her legs spread casually as she looked down at her lover, who was kneeling between them, her face already nestled between Clarke's thighs.

It had started as something innocent — just the two of them enjoying a peaceful moment, the tension of their duties forgotten for a while. But it hadn't taken long for the blonde's hands to wander, for her mind to drift toward the one thing she wanted more than anything in that moment: Lexa's mouth on her.

And Lexa, as always, had been more than willing.

The younger girl's breath came out in a soft sigh as she looked down at Lexa, her heart pounding in her chest at the sight of her Commander reduced to this. Kneeling between Clarke's legs, her lips hovering just above Clarke's slick heat, Lexa looked anything but the fierce warrior she was known to be. Here, in this moment, she was Clarke's — nothing more than an object for Wanheda's pleasure, waiting for her next command.

"Keep still," the blonde ordered softly, her voice filled with a quiet authority that made her partner's eyes darken with lust.

Lexa's breath hitched, her body trembling slightly as she nodded, her lips hovering just above Clarke's entrance but not moving. Clarke could feel the heat of Lexa's breath against her, the way her lips barely brushed against her skin, and it sent a shiver down her spine. But Lexa didn't move, just as she'd been told. She kept her mouth still, her body tense with anticipation, waiting for Clarke's next instruction.

Clarke smiled softly, her fingers tangling in Lexa's hair as she guided her closer, pressing Lexa's face against her pussy, but still keeping her mouth from moving. Clarke's breath hitched at the sensation, the warmth of Lexa's lips against her, the way Lexa's body seemed to tremble with the need to do more, to move, to take Clarke in her mouth and taste her fully.

But the younger woman wanted this — she wanted to savor the power, the control. She wanted Heda to stay still, to be nothing more than her personal toy for as long as she desired.

"Just like that," Clarke murmured, her voice soft but commanding. "Don't move. Just feel me."

Lexa moaned softly against the blonde's skin, the sound vibrating through her body, but she obeyed. Her lips stayed perfectly still, pressed against Clarke's center, her breath warm and steady as it ghosted over her sensitive skin. Clarke's legs trembled slightly, the sensation sending shivers down her spine as she looked down at Lexa between her thighs.

Clarke's hand moved to Lexa's hair, fingers threading through the dark strands as she let out a soft sigh. "Just like that," Clarke whispered, her voice low, filled with quiet satisfaction. "Don't move. Just stay there."

Lexa's breath hitched slightly, but she didn't move, her lips still resting against Clarke's wet heat, her body perfectly still as she followed Clarke's command. There was something so intoxicating about this — the way Lexa surrendered completely, becoming nothing more than an object for Clarke's pleasure. It wasn't just about the control, though. It was the trust, the quiet devotion that Lexa gave her so freely.

Clarke's head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the sensation of Lexa's mouth against her. There was no urgency, no rush to take things further. Just the warmth of Lexa's breath, the soft press of her lips, and the weight of her submission. Clarke's thighs clenched around the older girl's head, her body humming with pleasure as she held Heda right where she wanted her.

"You like this, don't you?" Clarke murmured, her voice soft but commanding as she looked down at Lexa, her fingers tugging gently at her hair. "You love being between my legs, just waiting to be told what to do."

Lexa's eyes flickered up looking at her lover with need, but she didn't move, didn't speak. She simply nodded, her face still buried against Clarke's wet heat, her breath coming in shallow, quiet gasps as she waited for her next instruction.

Wanheda smiled, her grip tightening slightly in Lexa's hair. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, I want you to give me the slowest, softest kiss. Just one."

Lexa obeyed immediately, her lips parting ever so slightly as she pressed a slow, gentle kiss to Clarke's clit, the touch so soft it was almost teasing. Clarke's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling at the sensation, but she didn't let Lexa move again, her hand firm in Lexa's hair as she kept her in place.

"That's enough," Clarke whispered, her voice breathless but steady. "Just stay still now. You're doing so well."

Lexa's eyes fluttered shut, her whole body relaxing into the moment as she rested against Clarke, her lips barely brushing against her slick heat. Clarke could feel Lexa's need — the way she was aching to do more, to taste her properly, but she held back, giving Clarke exactly what she wanted: total control.

Clarke leaned back again, letting her body relax into the warmth of the day, her legs still spread wide as she let Lexa stay there, her mouth pressed softly against her. It wasn't about the climax — it was about the power, the intimacy, the way Lexa made her feel like the center of her world. Clarke's breath came in soft, steady bursts as she basked in the feeling, her fingers lazily stroking through Lexa's hair.

"Do you want to taste more of me?" Clarke asked softly, her voice low and teasing.

Lexa's breath hitched again, but she didn't move. "Yes," she whispered, her voice muffled against Clarke's skin. "I want to."

Clarke smiled, her heart swelling at the raw honesty in Lexa's voice. She tugged gently at Lexa's hair, guiding her just a little closer. "Then do it," she murmured, her voice filled with quiet authority. "Slowly. I want to feel every bit of your tongue."

Lexa didn't need any further encouragement. Her tongue slid out slowly, parting Clarke's folds with deliberate care, the warm, wet sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through Clarke's body. Lexa took her time, her movements slow and reverent, as if savoring every moment, every taste. Clarke's thighs trembled, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Lexa's tongue worked her with the kind of care that only Lexa could give.

Clarke's hand tightened in Lexa's hair again, a soft moan escaping her lips as Lexa continued, her tongue moving in slow, languid strokes, drawing out every bit of pleasure from Clarke's trembling body. There was no rush, no urgency. Just the quiet, steady rhythm of Lexa's mouth, and the overwhelming feeling of being completely, utterly worshipped.

Clarke's body was humming with pleasure, every gentle stroke of Lexa's tongue sending shivers through her core. Lexa stayed exactly where Clarke wanted her, completely obedient, her mouth moving so slowly it was almost torturous. The gentle flicks, the lazy strokes — it was driving Clarke wild in the best way. Lexa knew how to push her to the edge without ever letting her tip over, keeping her trapped in that perfect place between pleasure and control.

Clarke's hand tightened in Lexa's hair, pulling her a little closer, not to increase the pace but to feel more of the warmth and intimacy that was radiating between them. The tension from the earlier day, from the battles and decisions and constant weight of leadership, all melted away. All that mattered now was this — Lexa between her thighs, completely devoted to her, making her feel like the only person in the world.

"You feel good, Lexa," Clarke whispered, her voice breathless and filled with quiet satisfaction. "So good."

Lexa moaned softly in response, her tongue moving in slow, steady circles, her hands resting gently on Clarke's thighs. She was in no rush, savoring the taste, the heat, the feeling of Clarke trembling beneath her touch. Clarke could feel Lexa's own need simmering just beneath the surface — the way her body pressed a little closer, the soft tension in her muscles as if she was holding back everything she wanted to do.

But Clarke didn't let her. She wanted Lexa to stay like this — slow, obedient, and completely hers.

"Don't speed up," Clarke commanded softly, her fingers still tangled in Lexa's hair. "Just keep going like that."

Lexa's breath hitched again, but she didn't disobey. Her tongue continued its slow, teasing rhythm, the soft strokes of it sending waves of pleasure through Clarke's body. Clarke could feel herself getting wetter, her body responding instinctively to the warmth and softness of Lexa's mouth, but she wasn't in a hurry. She wanted to make this last, to savor every second of having Lexa completely at her mercy.

"You like this, don't you?" Clarke asked, her voice low and teasing as her hips shifted slightly, pressing just a little closer to Lexa's mouth. "You like being nothing more than my personal toy."

Lexa moaned again, the sound muffled against Clarke's skin, but she didn't speak. Clarke could feel the way her body trembled slightly, the subtle signs of Lexa's desire, but she kept her pace slow, deliberate, just as Clarke had instructed.

"I can feel how much you want this," Clarke whispered, her voice soft but filled with authority. "But you're not allowed to take what you want, are you? This is for me."

Lexa's tongue stilled for a moment, a quiet moan escaping her lips before she returned to her task, her movements slow and reverent, as if she was worshiping Clarke with every stroke. Clarke's thighs clenched around her head, a quiet moan escaping her lips as the pleasure began to build again, slow and steady, like a fire burning just beneath the surface.

"That's it," Clarke murmured, her fingers tightening in Lexa's hair, guiding her just slightly but never letting her speed up. "Keep going, Lexa. Just like that."

Lexa obeyed, her tongue moving in those same long, drawn out strokes, never rushing, never pushing for more. Clarke's breath came in soft gasps now, her body trembling with the need to feel more, but she didn't let herself get carried away. This wasn't about a quick release. It was about control, about savoring the way Lexa was completely hers in this moment.

The pleasure continued to build, each stroke of Lexa's tongue sending jolts of heat through Clarke's body, but she held back, not letting herself fall over the edge. She wanted to keep Lexa there, between her legs, just like this, for as long as she could. The slow burn of pleasure, the warmth of Lexa's breath, the feel of her tongue against her skin — it was intoxicating.

"Good girl," the blonde whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction as she let her head fall back, her body relaxing into the moment. "You're doing so well."

Heda's hands tightened slightly on Clarke's thighs, her mouth still moving in that slow, worshipful rhythm, but Clarke could feel the way Lexa's need was simmering just beneath the surface. She was holding herself back, waiting for Clarke to give her permission to do more, but Clarke wasn't ready to let her. Not yet.

"You're going to stay like this for a while," Clarke murmured, her fingers stroking through Lexa's hair as she looked down at her, her heart swelling with love and desire. "You're going to keep tasting me, keep feeling how wet you've made me, and you're not going to stop until I say so."

Lexa's breath hitched again, but she didn't speak. She didn't need to. Clarke could feel everything in the way Lexa's hands trembled slightly, the way her breath quickened ever so slightly as she continued to taste Clarke, slowly, methodically. Clarke knew Lexa loved this — being between her legs, being told what to do, being nothing more than Clarke's personal toy for the afternoon.

And Clarke loved it too.