The Pet update

Raven groaned as she passed through the guards to Lexa’s throne room, their eyes on her body in a way that was only tolerable because they were scanning her as a threat and not a piece of meat. She tried to get all her hotheaded frustration out of her system before her meeting with the Trikru leader; it wouldn’t help anything to go in there rolling her eyes and mouthing off. She might find herself with a blood feud on her hands. 

But she was grimy from working on engines all day, her clothes were sweaty, she still had half a dozen systems to do maintenance on and twice again that to run checks on—she did not have time for the Grounders and their arcane rituals and their microchip worshipping and their death battles. If Clarke was into that, fine. Clarke could literally get off on it. But Raven didn’t get anything out of it, so she wished they would leave her alone and let her keep the air conditioning on for the people who knew what air conditioning was.

Then Raven went into the throne room and actually felt the breath leave her body. There was Lexa on the throne, as impressive as ever in her sturdy armor, her facepaint, the little cape—and there at her feet was Octavia, utterly naked, every inch of her dusky skin, scarred flesh, toned muscles on full display. 

She was literally kissing Lexa’s boots, scrubbing her tongue over them, polishing them with such devotion that it had to be a fetish. And from Lexa’s smirk, the thrumming sense of power to her as she literally reigned over Octavia, it was as sexual for her as it was for her… bottom? Victim? Plaything?

“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” Clarke’s voice came from behind Raven, and the only reason she didn’t jump out of her skin was that she didn’t think she was capable of movement at the moment. “Lexa’s a natural top. And I’m not that bad a dom myself. It means we work at cross purposes, sometimes, but between the two of us—Skairipa didn’t stand a chance.”

“It’s true,” Lexa said, crossing her legs, giving Octavia a chance to suck on the toe of her other boot. “Octavia’s a great warrior, but on the greatest battlefield of all, she’s nothing but a mindless fucktoy. Albeit a pleasant one.” She smiled down at Octavia. “If I didn’t have such strong feelings for Clarke, I don’t know if I could stand to share her.”

“You… share her,” Raven repeated, feeling a little mindless herself. Not to mention lightheaded. “You’re… together… and you still… with her?”

Clarke whispered in her ear now. “It’s like using a dildo. Haven’t you ever done that with a lover? It’s not necessary, but it is really fun.” Raven felt Clarke’s smile against her earlobe. “Even the dildo enjoys it. Look…” Clarke’s fingers were at Raven’s chin, tilting her head down so she was focused on Octavia’s ass. It thrust out as she bent down to suckle Lexa’s foot. “See how wet she is? We haven’t even started on her yet. The Commander just needed her boots clean.”

“Why don’t you show her, Clarke?” Lexa teased, smiling. Raven had never heard her dark voice so… jaunty before. “You know Octavia loves your big cock. And I like to watch you work.”

Raven heard a zipper coming down.

“You’d like watching it more if you were on your back,” Clarke said, “and I was on top of you.”

Raven felt something brush against her ass. Maybe all the leering looks she got were right and her pants were too tight. It certainly felt like there was nothing much between her ass and that rounded head…

Clarke stepped past Raven, her strap-on now protruding from her fly, and Raven’s eyes boggled at the sheer size of that. Octavia took that thing? Did Lexa? She felt her insides clench in sympathy… and a little in arousal.

Lexa pushed Octavia away with her foot. “Suck Clarke’s prick,” she ordered. “I want it nice and wet before she uses it on you. It wouldn’t do for my favorite toy to be broken while my friend’s playing with it, now would it?”

“No, Commander,” Octavia said deferentially, but with an obvious undercurrent of excitement. Raven almost gasped at how—how whorish Octavia was being. She couldn’t see a trace of the proud warrior Octavia had become, not in this openly slutty fucktoy who apparently lived to be used in Lexa and Clarke’s sex games.

Octavia knelt facing away from the throne. Clarke stood in front of her, looking up at Lexa, and Octavia took her strap-on in her mouth as all three women watched. Lexa nodded in satisfaction as Octavia throated the dildo, and under her watchful gaze, Clarke put her hands on Octavia’s head and fucked the strap-on in and out of her mouth, her throat.

“An enticing sight, is it not?”

It took a moment for Raven to realize Lexa was talking to her. Her pussy was throbbing. She couldn’t help but wonder what it was like, not to be something’s girlfriend or to have a giving lover, but simply to be a toy Lexa and Clarke played with.

No, not a toy. Raven saw the one item of clothing Octavia still wore. A gleaming collar around her neck.

A pet.

You’re being rude, Reyes, Raven thought, like there was any sort of polite way to act at an orgy, but still, the last thing she wanted to do was piss Lexa off. Maybe Octavia had done that before the power couple made her their bitch.

Then again, it seemed far more like a reward than a punishment, somehow… even if she was being punished. Licking Lexa’s boots somehow didn’t seem like much of a punishment at the fucking moment…

“It’s… something,” Raven gaped, pulling her eyes away from Octavia’s fellatio to see Lexa looking at her. Dark eyes lit up in their black warpaint. Half-grin firmly in place on her otherwise stoic face. 

Lexa patted the armrest of her throne. “Come here. Sit with me. It’s the best seat in the house.”

Raven’s jaw fell slackly to what felt like somewhere around her waist. It wasn’t enough that she was watching. Now Lexa was all but propositioning her? She didn’t… she couldn’t…

Clarke looked over her shoulder at Raven, smiling as Octavia sucked and slurped at the dildo she wore, perfectly underscoring the sultry look she gave the mechanic. “Go on, Raven. You can leave if you want to, with no repercussions, or you can stay and watch and just enjoy the show. But I’d like it if you joined in. See, Octavia made such a good fuck pet for me and Lexa that I begged the Commander for another. So we both could have our own little cock holsters. I’d like that to be you, Raven. I want to show you how good it feels when I fuck Octavia in the ass, then I want to do it to you. I want to take your anal virginity the same way I took Octavia’s.” Her voice dipped to a husky whisper as she petted Octavia’s hair. “Then Lexa can fuck you in the ass while I sodomize Octavia’s gaping anus all over again. And the two of you bitches can kneel there, side by side on all fours, knowing you belong to the most powerful women on the Ground.”

“Jesus,” Raven moaned, although she didn’t know how she was capable of speech just then. “Jesus.”

Octavia slurped her way off of Clarke’s dildo. She looked at Raven past Clarke’s hip. “Do it, Raven. You’ll love being their whore. You won’t know how you ever lived without your ass gaping open each and every night.”

“I…” Raven took a step. It was forward. “I… I’ll watch, and…”

Somehow, she was before Lexa’s throne. Lexa took her hand. Pulled Raven into her lap. Together, they watched Octavia kneel before Clarke.

“Spit on it,” Clarke ordered, and Octavia spat on the head of her dildo. “Now rub it in,” she commanded, and Octavia pushed her face against the dildo’s tip, smearing the glob of saliva into its knob while marking her own face. “Good. Good doggie.”

Lexa put her arms around Raven’s waist, petting her thighs while they watched Clarke and Octavia. “Did you like how she ate Clarke’s strap-on?” Lexa asked, in such a husky tone it was almost a legitimate question. “Do you think you could be a better job? You have luscious thighs, Raven. Strong thighs. I’d like to see them wrapped around my Clarke…”

Clarke clapped her hands. At that single signal, Octavia pulled away from the strap-on, though a strand of saliva still connected her face to it. “Now face the throne. All fours. Head down, ass in the air. We’re going to show Raven how to be a good pet too.”

Octavia obeyed without question, eying Lexa with obvious excitement, getting a tight nod of approval from her Heda. Clarke guided the strap-on to Octavia’s pussy, then put both hands on Octavia’s waist to push the dildo inside of her. 

“Look,” Lexa whispered in Raven’s ear. “Look what a good cock holster she makes. You can see on her face how much she loves it. Have you ever loved anything that much?”

Raven looked on as Clarke’s big strap-on went in and out of Octavia. Octavia was groaning continuously, looking frightened as the huge dildo fucked her. It was like she was afraid that Clarke would split her in two, but there was an evident thrill in her fear. 

Lexa’s hands went higher, massaging Raven’s inner thighs. Raven felt Clarke’s eyes on her and saw that Clarke was both fucking Octavia and watching as Lexa caressed her. Far from being jealous, the sight seemed to spur Clarke on, and her dildo went harder and faster into Octavia’s sex.

“She looks like she’d prefer my company to yours,” Clarke teased her lover. “Maybe you should go get your own cock. Her ass is mine, but that still leaves plenty for you to play with.”

Lexa tittered—actually tittered. It was enough to bring Raven out of her aroused stupor. “She doesn’t want a cock. She’s happy with what she’s got. But it is time for her to show her appreciation.”

Moving with the graceful precision of the warrior queen she was, Lexa suddenly switched Raven around so that she was on her knees between the Commander’s legs, staring into Lexa’s groin as she pulled aside a sort of loincloth and—she was bare. There was nothing there but the openly exposed flesh of her womanhood.

“We both know you want to be in Octavia’s place,” Lexa said to Raven. “But first, let’s see how you do in Clarke’s.”

Raven gave into her like she was slipping into a wonderful dream. She swooped between Lexa’s thighs and clamped her mouth over Lexa’s slit, sucking in a needful frenzy. Lexa’s arousal immediately spiked. With her hands on Raven’s head, she pulled the girl’s face into her sex and bucked her hips against it—wailing and jerking convulsively into Raven’s kissing lips and sucking mouth.

“Yessss,” Lexa growled. “Oh, fuck, eat that pussy, make me come, fuck! Clarke, enough foreplay. I want to see our doggie riding that cock. Go on, fuck her ass. Let Raven see what being our bitch looks like.”

Clarke grinned as she pulled out of Octavia, sitting down on the floor behind her with the dildo completely upright. She petted Octavia’s flank and gave her ass a few pats. “You heard her. Show Raven what a whore you are.”

Both Octavia’s mind and ass were well-trained. She went to Clarke and straddled her lap, carefully lowering herself down onto the dildo. Her asshole had long since been broken in both Lexa and Clarke. Octavia’s anus opened up to take Clarke’s dildo, and before long Octavia was pitching up and down smoothly, rapidly, her ass giving Clarke’s strap-on no trouble. 

Lexa watched closely as Raven ate her out. Between the sight of Octavia bounding up and down on Clarke’s prick and the feeling of Raven’s tongue inside her pussy, her ecstasy swelled higher and higher.

Clarke bent forward to kiss between Octavia’s shoulder blades, sensing her pet was pouting. She knew what it was. Octavia was used to eating Lexa’s pussy as Clarke fucked her in the ass, or having her asshole licked by Clarke while Lexa fucked her cunt. She wasn’t used to one of her mistresses having another bitch to play with.

“It’s alright, doggie,” Clarke whispered to her. “You’ll still get a turn with both of us fucking you. Go on and touch yourself. I’m giving you permission.”

Octavia stared up at Lexa, who seemed to be riding Raven’s tongue, and she maintained her gaze even as she reached down to her own pussy and rubbed it frantically.

“Fuck me!” Octavia pleaded. “Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me! Just fuck me!”

Her desperate begging was just the thing to bring Lexa to her peak. The Commander threw her head back as she climaxed, feeding Raven her liquid reward, and the mechanic shoved her tongue inside of Lexa’s pussy to lap up all the cream that she could. When she pulled her face away, every one of her features glistened with Lexa’s juices.

“Good girl,” Lexa cooed to Raven, running a hand through her dark hair and tormenting Octavia further. “Now look at Octavia. See how easily Clarke’s big prick fucks her ass now that we’ve made it ours.”

Raven felt a sort of all-consuming tension as Lexa pushed her down so that she was seated on the stairs before the throne, looking down at Octavia as she rode Clarke’s strap-on full tilt. She could see how Octavia’s asshole came down on the huge dildo, stretching and bulging around the huge intrusion that Octavia seemed to covet. Lexa reached down to run her fingers through Raven’s hair as they watched. Raven knew it was a possessive gesture. She just didn’t care. It felt so good…

Somehow, it felt even better when Lexa wrenched her hair back and looked down into her eyes. “Go to Clarke. Fondle Octavia for her. Make her feel good. She’ll do the same to you when it’s your turn to be our anal whore.”

She pushed Raven forward. Raven thought she would’ve hesitated, but somehow the little push took over for her, bringing her down the steps on all fours until she was before Octavia and Clarke’s conjoined bodies. She reached out and took one of Octavia’s breasts in her hand, squeezing it as Clarke continued to bounce Octavia up and down on the dildo.

Octavia was shocked to feel Raven joining in on whatever this was: her degradation, her liberation, her rapture. But it was what her mistresses wanted and it felt good. Maybe it felt good because it was what her mistresses wanted. She shuddered as she felt Raven’s fingers caress her tit. Soon Raven was busily fondling her chest with both hands.

Lexa laughed imperially as she came up behind Raven, running her hands down Raven’s back, down to her ass. She patted Raven’s buttocks, then those delving hands slid between Raven’s legs, cupping her sex through her pants. Raven was shocked at the feeling of wet, sizzling heat she experienced when Lexa forced her to feel her own pussy.

“Yes. It’s fun to play with the doggie, isn’t it?” Lexa enunciated in such a tawdry tone that Raven felt herself complicit with it, a part of dominating Octavia. “How many orgasms do you think she’s had? Five? Ten?”

“I…” Raven looked down at Octavia’s glossy wet pussy, her juices trailing down her thigh, dripping into Clarke’s lap and the floor between their legs as the blonde pitched her up and down. “I don’t know.”

“You will,” Lexa promised her. “It’s your turn now. We’re going to share you…” Her coolly controlling hands began to peel Raven’s clothes from her. It felt unexpectedly wonderful to be out of her dirty, sweaty clothing, out in the purified air of only being seen by this orgy, only existing for them—belonging to them. “There’s so much of you to share…”

Raven shuddered in blissful need. She felt like a drug addict about to get her first fix, somehow knowing the ecstasy it would bring. “Then you’re going to… both my holes? My pussy? My asshole? Both at the same time?”

Clarke laughed. She had the same laugh as Lexa. She’d pulled out of Octavia, leaving the naked woman gaping and opened and exposed and rapturous on the floor. Octavia cut a sublimely pathetic figure, lying there like a discarded toy, but Raven couldn’t pretend she didn’t envy her.

“Our new doggie has a lot of fun ideas for games she’d like to play,” Clarke purred. “But before we can play, we have to break her in. Bend over the throne, Raven. I’m going to make you come like Octavia. A whore just like Octavia.”

As Clarke took over undressing Raven—like her state of dishabille was the gift-wrapping of a present Lexa was making of her to Clarke—Lexa went to Octavia. She kissed the side of Octavia’s neck, down to her heaving breast. Her mouth opened and her hot tongue flicked over its sweaty slope.

“Ahhh!” Octavia gasped. She loved it when Lexa mouthed her hard nipples. It made her pussy throb so hard, wet cream flooding her sensitive opening. “Ohhhh, yes! Bite my nipple, Heda… bite it hard. Suck my whole breast with your mouth!”

Bent over the armrest of the throne, naked, with Clarke standing over her, Raven reached behind herself and grabbed the shaft of Clarke’s huge dildo. It was still wet with Octavia’s spit. She pulled it to her horny little asshole, feeling her sphincter jerk and throb, knowing it was about to be violated. She placed the tip right at the rim of her anus and rubbed the wide cockhead so hard into her asshole that its tip pushed a little inside her rectum.

Delicious tremors shot through her flesh. Raven’s tiny, puckered anus quivered with a fright that was indistinguishable from need. She had to have it—she was a natural submissive and she had to be their bitch. She wanted to feel all of that huge dildo jammed up her bowels. She wanted to be Clarke’s doggie, her fuck toy, whatever she could be to the dominant Wanheda.

“Fuck me now!” she cried, lost beyond dignity, beyond sanity. “Shove it in hard, Clarke… make me yours!”

“Clarke,” Lexa said softly, with vast reserves of love in the simple word, and Clarke looked at her mate to see that Lexa had revived Octavia, put her on her hands and knees, aimed her own dildo up Octavia’s ass. As Clarke watched, Lexa pushed her strap-on into Octavia’s anus.

Octavia’s asshole was tender from just how roughly Clarke had fucked it; she cried out in pain as Lexa conquered her ass all over again. At the same time, under Lexa’s appreciative eye, Clarke pressed her dildo into the small opening of Raven’s rectum. It began to give, slightly, and Clarke pushed as hard as she could.

Raven felt her tightly clenched asshole being stretched open. It loosened like it had to, letting the helmet of Clarke’s strap-on into the tight ring of her sphincter.

“Good doggie,” Clarke breathed.

Raven clamped her lips together, desperate to keep from screaming. Good doggies didn’t scream, no matter how much it hurt. Clarke’s strap-on seemed way too big for her narrow little passage. It felt like she was being split open—her tight opening stretching and spasming, burning terribly, starting to feel… good? 

Raven sighed pleasurably. It was going to be alright after all. She could tell she was feeling what Octavia felt, turning into an anal whore just like her. Or maybe she had been one all along and Clarke, Lexa, they had just revealed it to her. Shown Raven her proper place.

“How’s that feel, doggie?” Clarke asked. “Like it?”

“Fuck yes! Fuck me hard, Clarke! Fuck, it’s so biiig!”

Clarke smiled fondly. “Fuck—you haven’t felt anything yet.”

She sawed the thick dildo in and out of Raven’s ass, lunging with deep, powerful strokes into her still tight asshole. Raven’s hips moved in response, writhing lustfully around her thrusting strap-on. Clarke could see Raven’s anus clenching, throttling the shaft of her cock.

Octavia was moaning gutturally now. She quivered and shook, her gaping asshole forced to squeeze and suck at Lexa’s strap-on, it was so many times bigger than Clarke’s. Her clenching rectum seemed to draw it in slickly and she felt the familiar sensation of submission throb and race through her flesh. She was almost coming with Lexa’s dildo up her ass.

Raven clawed at the seat of Lexa’s throne. She hitched her trembling ass high in the air and took every inch of Clarke’s dildo into her tight, hot hole. Her pussy burned wetly. Streams of her orgasmic juices ran down her thighs, making them glisten like the rest of her body was glistening with sweat.

All while Octavia rode up and down on Lexa’s strap-on. Her pain forgotten, she was frenziedly submissive, her desperate fucking almost bringing her all the way off the length of the dildo. If it hadn’t been for the firm grip Lexa kept on her voluptuous hips, she would have stopped being fucked entirely. But that grip was the only thing Lexa did to corral Octavia’s submission.

Lexa and Clarke’s eyes met. They shared a smile. Raven met Octavia’s gaze as well, and was a little surprised to find that her look wasn’t of jealousy, it was of welcome.

But of course, it didn’t make sense to be jealous. Not when they both had mistresses laying claim to their holes.