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🕑 Added 2019-09-25 01:13:05 +0000 UTC
The fire caught and Octavia luxuriated in its warmth, allowing herself to enjoy a respite from the chill of this particularly cold night. The tents in the village were much better warmed than this grotto, but Lexa had ordered her here and she had to obey her Heda. What was to happen here tonight needed to be far away from the rest of the Grounders. Even if Octavia was naked, save for the collar she wore—the fire her only protection against the nightly freeze. She added more and more logs to it, knowing Lexa would be joining her shortly. The Heda would need to be warm too. She wouldn’t be wearing much either.
Nor would Clarke, Octavia thought with a hint of irritation. Lexa had told Octavia everything. How dominant Clarke was, how she topped Lexa, how she had all but made the Commander her bitch. Octavia fumed over it, but it still turned her on to imagine Clarke working Lexa over with that tentpole strap-on of hers. It turned Clarke on too. She was pushing and pushing for Lexa to let her cock her, but the Heda couldn’t submit that way.
Octavia, on the other hand, could—for a price.
Octavia covered her bare sex with her hand, lazily rubbing her pussy as she drank in the warmth of the fire. She’d obey Lexa in anything, but the Commander wouldn’t ask her to do something like that. Not unless Octavia wanted it. So they’d made a bargain to assuage Lexa’s guilt. Octavia would get something out of it and Lexa would get something out of it. And so would precious little Clarke. Who got Lexa all to herself. Who got accepted into the Trikru like it was nothing. Who even had Bellamy wrapped around her little finger. If only her brother knew what the three women were to do here before the fire died out…
