The Pet update (Patreon)

“There is one final test for our pets. One last thing they must do to prove themselves worthy of us.” Lexa adjusted the floral wreath on Octavia’s head. So much of the white dress she wore was immersed in flowers, sewn in alongside her body, vines winding around her lace-draped limbs, that she appeared like some earthly goddess, giving herself in supplication to Heda and Wanheda. “Octavia, you’ll go first. Normally, this rite would only involve being sodomized by the Commander. But since there are two Commanders—and we all want you to belong to both of us—we must both take your ass. Are you prepared for that?”

“Yes,” Octavia nodded shakily. Clarke and Lexa had both ass-fucked her so many times, it almost made a mockery of this ‘ritual,’ but they’d never had her both at once. Or she’d never taken them both at once.

That scared her a little—but she was also gleeful at the prospect of being fully theirs, as coupled to them as they were to each other. She knew she was far more than a pet to them, even if she relished when they treated her like that.

Clarke took a bouquet of flowers and pressed it into Octavia’s hand, finishing the picture of her, a vision of new growth and prosperity. “We’re going to make it feel good for you, Octavia. We would never do anything to hurt you. After this, you’re going to feel just how much we both love you.”

She stroked Octavia’s cheek as her pet smelled the flowers, hand rolling from Octavia’s lovely face to the beautiful red and white carnations she was sniffing. They were so striking together, the flowers’ color and pale, dark-haired Octavia. As if she were somehow struck by the spectacle she made, Octavia sniffled with tears.

“Shh, shh,” Clarke comforted her. “Don’t cry…”

“She should cry,” Lexa contradicted her. “She’ll need the strength that comes after for what lies ahead. And this is an emotional moment.”

Clarke looked her in the eye. Lexa was as deadpan as ever and Clarke gave her a castigating look.

Lexa moved closer to Octavia, stroked her back as she sobbed softly, while Clarke stood in front of her, gently stroking her arms.

“It’s okay to cry,” Lexa said in a more soothing tone.

“There, there,” Clarke whispered to her. “We know how much this means to you. How much you want to be ours.”

“You are ours,” Lexa said firmly, kissing Octavia’s hair. She growled, “Mine. But this will confirm it.”

“She’s right,” Clarke said, petting Octavia’s luscious black hair, brushing it back from her face. “You are ours. And we’re yours. I can’t believe how lucky I am, not only having Lexa, but having you… Raven… the three of you are everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

“Yes,” Lexa agreed, haltingly, less readily, but sincerity in her every word. “My three lovers are the only truly important things in my world. I would do anything to protect you, make you happy. Anything. I won’t ever let you be taken from me.”

Octavia felt Clarke’s lips, treating her unbelievably delicate, touch her neck. Her breath blew warmly on Octavia’s clavicle, exposed by the neckline of her garment. Clarke’s chin moved downward, dragging down Octavia’s neckline with it, revealing more and more of the skin leading up to her firm, full breasts. All of it being touched by Clarke’s gossamer kisses.

“And we will enjoy having you,” Clarke breathed, “every moment we have you. Until the end of our lives.”

“Not for a very long time,” Lexa husked. “No, I won’t be done with either of you, ever. In the afterlife, I’ll still make use of you.”

“Yes, Heda,” Clarke said playfully. “And I you.”

“Yes, Wanheda,” Lexa said, just as jokingly subserviently.

Octavia laughed through her tears. The fullness of her emotion broke and she felt curiously empty, going limp in the arms of her two lovers, her two mistresses. They held her, touched her, kissed her, everything as gentle as it was ardent.

Octavia Blake was not at all sad or frightened, although the immensity of the life she’d claimed had terrified her for a moment. Now she could see how fortunate she was. She didn’t want anything else now but her Heda and her Wanheda and her fellow lover, Raven, who would soon be lucky enough to receive the same treatment Octavia was getting. She didn’t know how the mechanic could possibly wait, but Octavia was the Commanders’ first pet and her worthiness would be tested foremost.

“I love you both,” Octavia wept, her voice trembling. “So much.”

“We know,” Clarke whispered, solemn again. “You’ve shown us.”

“You’ll keep showing us,” Lexa added. “For the rest of your life.”

“Always.”

“Forever.”

“As we’ll show you.”

Octavia shut her eyes, savoring what she wanted, the fulfillment that seemed to crush her—both her desire and her contentment were so heavy, so much more than she could’ve ever expected to feel. But this was what she was meant for, what she needed. There was no doubt left in her mind. Nothing else but her destiny could feel so right. These were her soulmates and it was her innermost urge to serve them.

Her long dark eyelashes fluttered as she felt Clarke’s flushed face press into her chest. How had her dress come undone? The neckline pulled away from her breasts? Everything but her bare skin and that of her lovers seeming to melt into nothingness?

Deep inside, Octavia felt the strongest sure of arousal she had ever known. Even in the most heated of her orgies, with all four of them, she’d never felt this lustful. This was different from before. Emotional as well as physical. Before, the lasciviousness of the bodily act, dominance and submission, had fevered her flesh and clouded her mind.

Now she was going into it eyes open, giving herself over to it. This was not just one more facet of her life, but the beginning of a new one. The tenderly caressing hands along her body were the ones that she would belong to until the end of time. And she hungered to be theirs. Heda and Wanheda. And her. Octavia Blake.

“You’re so beautiful,” Clarke whispered to her, voice low, but piercing deep enough into Octavia to make her shudder. “Everything about you is sumptuous… lovely… exactly what we want… we’re going to give you what you need… oh yes… we know absolutely what it is your body craves, what you’ve wanted all along… every dark, dirty urge you’ve ever had is ours now… we’re going to satisfy all of them, no matter how perverted… we’re going to take such good care of our new pet…”

Lexa was doing the same, murmuring over and over in Trigedasleng, words of endearment and lust and promised fulfillment, but Octavia felt far too flustered, too heated, to even begin to translate a second language. She could barely even understand Clarke’s English through the pounding in her temples.

Moving slowly, Octavia’s two commanders removed every delicate wisp of her ceremonial clothing. They did it easily, without any resistance. Octavia gracefully turned to allow every inch of skin to be uncovered. As more and more of her luscious nakedness was revealed, she became calmer and yet more frenzied, a controlled but formidable fire deep in her belly. It was all right, so fucking all right. This was what she wanted—and she would take all of it that she could get.

Her tears were drying on her cheeks.

Clarke and Lexa were equally overwhelmed by the sight of Octavia’s pale, creamy skin, gleaming like an exotic jewel inside the dark, fire-lit tent. As often as they’d seen her naked—even kept her that way for long stretches of time, using her casually whenever they had the least bit of desire, only finally dressing her to hoard her naked splendor for them and them alone, only Raven allowed to share in it—they still were not used to her beauty. Or to her arousal, now a desperate, feverish thing that they hungered to satiate.

Octavia was more than theirs. She wanted, needed to be theirs.

Stepping back from her bared loveliness as if intimidated by it—and Octavia’s luscious body was perhaps the only thing that could intimidate the two Commanders—they quickly stripped, their own garments almost coming off in one piece, their haste was so extreme. The strap-ons they wore underneath all the armor and leather came into view.

Octavia sighed audibly. She had felt those hard, demanding shafts in so many ways. Clarke and Lexa were alike in their desire for her, but so different in how they satiated it. She’d had Clarke in her mouth and Lexa in her ass, and the entirely different experience that was Lexa in her mouth and Clarke taking her ass. They’d used her cunt and butt at the same time, sometimes while she ate out Raven, making her effectively airtight. She’d licked and sucked however they’d wanted her to lick and suck, been fucked every way they wanted to fuck her. All but one.

She’d never before had both of them in her ass. It was the last way she was a virgin and Octavia found herself eager to give herself over totally to them, to be theirs in every conceivable way.

“Come… come…” she whispered huskily, holding her hands out to them. “I’m yours… take me!”