Erotica Anthology #9

#45 100 Degrees to the Sun In her dream, the three of them are naked. Lexa tangles her lips with Costia’s, while Clarke is trailing wet kisses from the nape of her neck. Hands grip at her naked breasts while fingers pump in and out of her core. Lecture lets out a whimper of moan, her chest tightens and inner walls clamping down around the fingers lodged inside her. Hands play at her breasts, palming the weight in their hands while tweaking at her n*****s, hardening the rosy buds. The digits in her tight canal curves, touching her sweet spot for a couple of times before bringing her to an orgasm for the countless time. The two girls switch positions. Clarke pulls her soaked fingers off Lexa’s cunt, causing the women to grunts with protest. Clarke slips the digits into Lexa’s mouth, shutting her off when Lexa is compelled to taste herself. Meanwhile, Costia raises her attention to Lexa’s breasts, lapping her tongue into one of her hardened buds, before starting to swirl her tongue around her areola. She clasps her mouth around her, raking the skin there with her teeth softly, before sucking in the tender flesh. Hard. Lexa signs in delight, throwing her head back to the bed. She can live like this forever, and she wishes that time will just stop like this. In the real world, the war is waging. But her dream is her safe haven. With her two lovers in her arms, she feels like she can do absolutely anything. There are only the three of them in here. No people to concern herself with. No politics, no struggle for survival. Just love and making love all days and nights. Lexa does not have to worry about who to trust, because she knows that with these two women, she is safe. It is an utterly pleasant dream, and the young woman wishes this will never have to end. . . . . . The Commander wakes up to the sounds of Clarke’s moaning. She briefly catches the other woman parting her pink mouth while another tanner arm that does not belong to the blonde lies from her side across her bare stomach, before disappearing under the blanket that covers Clarke’s modesty. Fingers pumping in and out from Lexa’s own cunt before her brain can register her own doing, drawing out wetness from her already aroused core. She quietly observes the two of her lovers in the vast makeshift bed next to her, with them unaware that she has woken up to catch sight of their actions. The sounds of hushing erupt softly from the other side of Clarke’s lying figure, following by the movement from another body. Her curly auburn locks frame her face as Costia sets her brown eyes to Clarke, quieting the blonde while she slowly brings the blue eyed woman into her own release. “Ah, Costia . . . I—” “Ssshh. Keep your voice down,” the other girl mutters sweetly, her rosy lips whispering against Clarke’s naked pale skin, “You don’t want to disturb Lexa from her sweet dream now, do you?” “Yes . . .” she hisses mindlessly, before correcting herself, blinking fast while trying to regain some control of her speech motor, “I mean, not, but— Aah! That’s it! Right there. More . . .” “Do you like the way my fingers graze your cilt while I play with your p***y?” Costia leans down, and for a split second Lexa thinks that she is going to kiss the blonde, only to take a bite out of Clarke’s left ear, nipping the soft skin with her teeth in a sharp motion, though not hard enough to draw blood. “Such a naughty princess.” Like her, Costia is a warrior. Her body is build to fight in combats, and she is not shy to let her vicious personality shines through, especially when in bed. Clarke might not be so familiar with the concepts and lifestyle of the Grounders, the roughness and brutality a contrast to the environment in which she was originated from, but the young woman is slowly learning. The blonde has never taken a female lover before, let alone two. When she was first introduced to the idea, she was not so sure about this. The two were circling around her like predatory with hungry, lusting eyes. But then suddenly they begin touch her, so tender yet claiming their territory powerfully. Lexa was eating out from her wet cunt while Costia was pinching at the blonde’s tit while sucking at the back of her neck, and then the rest is history. The sound of Clarke’s shameless mewling disturbs Lexa from her deep thoughts, casting a glance back at the two lovers, Costia begins nibbling at Clarke’s neck, tracing rough kissing across the bare skin while pushing back the blonde locks away, fingers lacing around the strands to pull Clarke’s head further back in order to expose more of the young woman’s skin to her. Costia’s own reddish brown locks lie around them as she lowers her head to further marks the blonde’s skin with her mouth, sucking and biting teasingly, while the redhead's fingers proceed in claiming her p***y. Clarke trashes on the bed, sending the pelts underneath her in slight disarray while knocking the one lying on top of her hips away, revealing trails of blonde curls and her s*x, the pink p***y lips parted where Costia’s fingers continue to disappear within. The blonde’s labia is forced to part even further when the redhead inserts a third digit, the appliance driving Clarke wild. “Yes!” Clarke hisses violently, knocking her head back to the pillows, hips bucking back to meet Costia’s hand. Her bedroom is dimly lighted, but the candles shine just right to allow Lexa to watch the union between the two warriors, Clarke’s legs so parted at this point that she needs to wrap them around the redhead’s waist to allow some form of support. Costia drives her fingers into Clarke in a particular angle that gives her deeper access into the tight passage, stimulating her inner walls while at the same time pinching the presented c******s so hard that the woman underneath howls as she comes clamping down the digits lodged inside her. Delicious waves of release flood out from her, and Clarke looks up almost at lost from the c*m that spurts out from her core, staining her inner thighs and the fur below her. Costia retrieves her fingers then, her hands stain with the other woman’s sticky juices. The redhead brings the liquid to her mouth, licking off the skin there clean by herself, staring down intensely as Clarke tries to gather herself, not sure of what to do once her arousal dies down, going back to her awkward self. Clarke is still not used to having a female lover. And although the physical touch drives her crazy, she is still mentally unprepared in facing the aftermath. She feels odd and uncomfortable with her own skin at times. Like Lexa, the young woman is also having a hard time trusting others. She is always so guarded all the time, especially after facing so many betrayals one after another. s*x makes her lets down the walls she has built around herself, and at that sort moments, she finally feels alive and human again. Clarke enjoys the pleasure it brings to her body, though she is always left feeling so bare all the time once she comes crashing down from her heightened senses. The tingling sensation in between her legs is still sending out exquisite hissing warm, making her want to press her knees together to prevent her body from wetting herself all over again. Costia wants nothing more than to lick Clarke clean, but the girl does not seem to be so up to it. So she retrieves herself from on top of the girl instead, not wanting to force her to do things she does not want. Clarke can be pretty violent when she is cornered, and Costia knows the other girl’s capability enough to know not to mess with her when she is not in control. Clarke is about to raise herself from bed, before another hand stops the blonde from moving. She looks up to discover that Lexa has been awaken — and was awake long enough to witness what has transpired in between the two of them, it evidently seems. “Stay. Watch us,” the dark haired woman says, before pulling Costia to her lap. The redhead discovers that Lexa’s core is wet, and she lowers herself until she sits on the dark haired’s legs, before lowering her face to capture the sensitive pebble with her tongue. Lexa lets out a hiss, bucking her hips towards Costia’s face while the mass of auburn hair spreads around her bare tights. The redhead takes in her reaction as an encouragement, and she begins diving her tongue into her folds, her fingers follow suit. “f**k!” The Commander moves her hips to meet the tongue and fingers, wanting to get them buried inside her to deep. The fingers wiggle inside her in return while Costia swirls her tongue around her tight passage, reaching to places that makes her squirting her juices everywhere, having already been pleasured by her own hand previously. Still, Lexa can not be contained by the contact thus far, not matter how groundbreaking Costia’s skills can be, leaving Lexa only craving more. The redhead rubs Lexa’s inner walls hard until the Commander can bet that her insides are now turning red from being touched so roughly at this point. There is nothing delicate about this coupling, only the burning urges to find release. But even as they try to reach their peaks in such violent acts, there is still beauty in their movements. Juices splash all over their inner thighs when both girls reach their climaxes, ejaculating one after another in turns. Exhausted, Costia lies on her back, sweat covering both of their bodies. Lexa does not seem to be done with her just yet though, taking her turn to climb on top of her lover this time. She reaches her arm out to the nightstand beside her bed, taking out a specific equipment from the drawer. Clarke barely ables to see what Lexa has in store. She is so focused on keeping her eyes on them, beholding as Costia’s fingers sink into Lexa’s core repeated while the redhead’s tongue plays with her cilt and opening. The two has given her quite a show, leaving Clarke breathless and making her wet with throbbing need all over again. The lights are too dim for her eyes to catch a glimpse of what the dark haired woman has retrieved. It is only when the lifts the object up slightly that recognition sinks into her mind. The thing is double headed and made out of carved wood and leather. Clarke had heard that some of the Sky People had used it before, back when they were still living in the Ark. She has seen it, but she never used it. The version she knew is a little bit different though, just a replica of a genitalia. This one has two forms facing opposite directions, connected in the middle by a large bundle of what appears to be the testicles. The piece was carved to resemble the real thing, and Clarke watches in amazement on the details put on the piece of wood. The blonde witness intensely as Lexa raises her hips and parts her own legs, before slowly inserting the swollen head into her juice-stained core. Clarke gulps down her saliva as her unblinking eyes locked eyes with the sight, the wooden length disappearing into Lexa’s tight canal inch by inch, the dark haired woman hissing slightly in pain when she bends her body at the wrong angle while the thing is still inside her, but never stopping to slide the one side of the double-ended dildo. She pushes the object deeper into her until she can not take it further in anymore, stopping just at the edge of its length. Turning to the redhead lying across the bed, Lexa lowers the other end of the dildo to the level of Costia’s p***y, inserting the object into her also. Costia moans wantonly, lifting her hips up to meet the thrust. In one swift motion, the dildo is balls deep inside her drenched cunt, sending the redhead into a moaning frenzy. Costia throws her head back, fingers grabbing into the pelt hard. The brown eyed woman bucks her hips into the dildo, thrusting the object deeper into the other woman that is connected at the other side of the s*x toy. It is a powerful tool indeed, because the motion manages to reach the deepest part of Lexa’s birth canal, making her almost succumb to the pleasure, but she holds it in, tightening her inner walls despite the juice that is dripping from her cunt, not wanting to have this ride ended so fast. Noticing how much her partner is enjoying this, Costia wiggles at her hips, the action causing the end of the dildo to dig deeper into her cunt, but also does the same to the woman at the opposite receiving end. The dildo is rooted inside her p***y, so deep-seated at the female Commander feels like she is about to burst out at any given moment. The object is lodged inside her, stretching her out so widely with its stiff girth, pushing her inner walls so far apart that she feels like she is going to be ripped in half. Costia enjoys watching her lover struggles. Lexa can make all kinds of wonderful expressions that she rarely uses on daily, making the redhead wants to tease the other woman even more, just so that she can see more unusually facial expressions that she does not get to see often when outside of their bedroom. The dark haired woman has never looked more vulnerable, her p***y aching for a sweet release yet her persistence will not allow it. She can’t— This is too fast. She needs more— The redhead twists her hips, in doing so driving the edge of the dildo so deep inside both of their cunts that they c*m at the same time, bursting out their wet juices all over their inner tights, drenching the s*x toy lodged in between their pelvis, with sweat covering every inch of their naked bodies. The Commander is so exhausted from the s****l ordeal that needs to lying down quickly, the dildo still buried inside her soaked cunt, pulling the other woman along with her. She thinks of closing her eyes just for a moment, but then her eyelids become so heavy and everything turns dark. A slight smile is plastered on her beige lips as she falls to slumber. Clarke watches in amazement as the two lovers reach their peaks for the second (or is it third?) time. Before she knows it, her own cunt is aching, throbbing in excitement. But since the two of them seems to tired to do anything else besides going back to sleep, the blonde has to be satisfied with just finding her own release. Her glistening juice over her fingers and the pelt underneath her before she lies down in heavy breathing, placing a gentle kiss on Lexa’s bare breast, who happens to be the nearest to her, before closing her own eyes. She allows peace to take over her body, and for that short moment, she feels like everything is finally going right. . . . . . Lexa wakes up with a gasping breath, sweat dripping all over her face as terror succumbs to her thoughts. Has that been a dream after all? Has she imagined the whole thing? Has her auburn haired warrior lover been gone, beheaded by the cruel Ice Queen long ago, while the blonde young women that she has taken a liking to is ended by the same person? Her breathing only grows more urgent as fear sinks into her mind and spreads to all over her body. Was she really lonely and desperate for a touch that she imagined the two of them being alive instead? Such a cruel mind she has, to torture her with the false thought of her lovers’ still existence. Has she really just imagined it, when she discovered that Clarke had been taken to the Ice Nation and imprisoned by its barbarous ruler? Was it really the Wanheda’s head after all, which got delivered to her doorstep, a courtesy from the Ice Queen? Was it just her wishful thinking that thought up of the coincidence of Clarke having ended up in the same cell as her redhead lover, Costia? But no, that can’t be right. As much plotting her mind can be, there is no way she could have thought about all of that and having convinced herself that it was all her own creation. No, there is something amiss here. Surely her life could not have turned out this horribly wrong, can it? Surely the girls are still alive? Lexa struggles in the dark, shivering almost from how much fear she feels, before finally finding the strength to open her eyes. Dim the room might be, but there is no way she can miss those mass of curly reddish brown hair that she knows so well, the tan body lying down next to her entangled with her own bare physique. That soft but confident face with eyes that she knows if opened will reveal a pair of warm walnut brown eyes. Then she turns to the other side, revealing Clarke lying down next to her, her breathing steady and calm as her usually wary features soften up while in deep sleep, looking ever so peaceful. She remembers now. Clarke coming after narrowing escaping her captive, dragging the figure of long lost lover that Lexa thought she had lost forever to true death by the arm. She still recalls the way her redheaded lover had looked up with those slightly shrunken lost eyes, trying to find a familiar face amongst the seas of bypassers. Lexa had never felt so relieved that tears had started to roll down from her eyes. But she did not care. When she was finally reunited with Costia, she was so happy that she dared not to part ways with the woman ever again, even when she had her duties to perform and for the woman to recover. Lexa made sure to keep very close eyes this time, especially knowing how much weakened the once highly spirited redhead was — she was still courageous even when almost facing death after a long span of time of continuous torture and starvation. Costia is not afraid of anything. Once she had recovered and Lexa finally had the chance to handle more urgent matters at hand, she and the others had plotted a way to take down the Ice Queen once and for all, with the help from their now well-formed ally, the Wanheda herself, Clarke. It seemed like the blonde was also holding a grudge against the brute ruler, and they had finally come to an agreement that this could not be allowed to prolonged any longer. They had enacted the plan, and after committing time and efforts into the preparation, they were finally able to launch an attack, slowly but surely, decreasing their enemies’ numbers little by little before them fully realizing what was transpired, before eventually catching them off guard and defeated their army. Lexa made sure to beheaded the Ice Queen, as a sign of courtesy back to the one who had started it all. It was only then that their biggest threat had been contained. But even then, things were never at peace. There will always be enemies to face and battle, cities to manage and rebellions to contain. There will be a betrayal coming from here and there on the occasion, but there is nothing that they can not face when they work together. And at least for now, they do not have to always live in fear anymore. Lexa had established a better ruling and management, also thanks to the help of her two lovers, who were not so long ago nominated to become her most trusted confidants. While Costia is much more knowledgeable in the knowledge of warfare and habitual done by the Grounders way, Clarke has a fighting instinct that drives her to never lose. Not now. Not never. Not where everything is always at stake, especially when she has accepted Lexa and Costia as her lovers. Everything is alright. Finally able to relax, Lexa rolls back to sleep. . . . . . The second time she wakes up, her two lovers are nowhere in sight. Her hands have started to feel up to find them even much before her eyes open. A slight panic starts to creep into her mind again. It is always too easy to forgot. She quickly calls out to them, almost desperately. But then Costia comes barging into their bedchamber soon enough — Lexa had insisted that they share the same bed ever since the recovery — asking for what has concerned her so much that she had starked them, with Clarke rushing in in tow, approaching the other side of the bed. “Oh Costia, my beloved, it is really you, or is my mind just losing it?” Lexa reaches out to touch the side of the redhead’s face, but even then she can not tell if this is real or not. Sometimes she can barely recognize reality from her dreams, because her nightmares have been haunting her so badly that it has slowly morphed into something just as horrid as her reality. “Hush, Lexa, it’s me,” Costia touches her wrists carefully, not wanting to stark the frantic young woman, before gradually tightening her hold against her. “ I’m real. Flesh and blood.” “I can’t tell. Did you really die by the hands of the Ice Queen? Or are you really with me right now, in the real world. I can’t tell sometimes. My dreams and reality are blending into one.” Poor Lexa. She has been overwhelmed by her responsibilities as a ruler that the pressure and stress is slowly jumbling up her mind. Unable to witness this continuing so, Clarke steps up. “She’s real, and so am I,” she assures the Commander. “I saved her, remember? I brought her back to you. She is safe. Costia is alive.” She holds Lexa’s other hand, bringing it to rest at the redhead’s shoulder. It takes the dark haired woman a few moments to really wake up from her confusion, clenching and unclenching the hands in her hold just to make sure, before eventually starting to believe in their words. “. . . Right,” Lexa finally mutters, looking down at her hands, now realization has sunk in. She does not know how to look at them in the eyes, having just thrown a fit and embarrassing herself. “Honestly,” Costia tries to stifle a laughter, trying to light up the mood. “I think you should be sleeping more, Lexa. Look at those bags under your eyes. I don’t think it will be easy to fancy you still with you looking twice as aged as you are supposed to be.” Her jokes bleed out to Clarke, and even then Lexa can not help from containing herself. The three of them laugh. . . . . .