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Anya had trained Lexa in everything. She'd taught the future commander how to fight, how to cook, how to spot a liar, how to drink. She'd taught her how to be kind, but critical. How to observe, and stay silent, but speak with action. She had taught her second how to love as well, in every way possible. Anya had taught Lexa all of it. But they were older now and Lexa was the Commander of the 12 clans. It was Lexa who was in charge.
As told by the ancient texts, a star had fallen from the sky not more than 2 full moons back. At first, the Commander had been occupied with a rebel uprising on the western border of her lands, but that had been settled and she could now focus on how to handle the trio of young women who had been discovered as the fallen star's occupants.
Lexa had sent Anya, Lincoln, and a small band of trusted warriors on a very special mission to recover the 3 lost skai gadas who had been attempting to set up a camp just along the Ice Nation border. Stupid sky people. Didn't even know or care that they were trespassing.
The expedition force had watched the girls for almost a week, undetected in the trees. They had observed that the trio was actually well skilled in survival techniques and much braver than was healthy for any of them. They had already built a small camp, and had adapted easily to hunting with a bow and lance. The blonde one had been the quickest to learn, while the shorter, brown haired girl was better with traps, and her slender, dark haired companion was not afraid to track larger prey, like panthers. Lincoln had taken a personal interest in the taller, brave girl, who he believed was called Tavia. The girls also appeared to be training each morning, by running various routes through the forest, checking traps, different forms of target practice, and honing skills with the bows and knives they carried. All of this was reported back to the Commander, with what she read as a slightly impressed tone in Anya's daily updates.
As impressive as their newly found skills were, they would be a pitiful match for Anya and the other grounder warriors sent to retrieve them and bring them to the Commander for questioning. Lexa, for her part, had planned to attempt to integrate the struggling band of sky refugees into their ranks. She had hoped that she could learn from them, as the commanders who had come before her had prophesied.
As Anya had planned to approach the camp at first light, the grounder warriors were up and ready before dawn. The initial plan was for Anya and Lincoln to enter the camp cautiously, leaving the horses and other soldiers a few hundred yards out, walking into camp announcing themselves loudly. The blond leader was clearly growing more and more accurate with that bow, and they still didn't understand the loud but efficient sky weapon that was used in dangerous situations. The general was hoping to speak to the women about the Commander's offer peacefully if possible. Things did not go to plan.
While Anya's band of grounders were marching their horses a short half mile ahead, into the area the girls had occupied, they heard loud screaming, war cries and various other noises of a skirmish taking place at their destination. As they got closer to the camp they noticed several different groups of outlaws running this way and that. Anya immediately motioned to Lincoln and another captain to split up, in an attempt to surround the small invading force of bandits currently attacking the camp.
Off to her left Anya saw that the blonde had broken away from a strangle hold by one of the attackers and was running, bow in hand, toward a natural embankment for cover. She heard loud popping in the distance, realizing that the slender brunette fighter must have taken the loud sky weapon. She quickly covered ground on the back of her mount and as she got closer to the running skygirl she caught motion out of the corner of her eye. A bandit was swiftly moving up the hill but had not yet seen the general. Anya beheaded him with one powerful swing of her sword, right as he crested the hill, in sight of the blonde. That was not the end of the thing, however, as three more bandits followed close behind the first.
Anya jumped from her horse and began fighting the first bandit as she came within reach of the General's sword. Clarke took on the next two, bashing her head into the first and slashing her long knife quickly through the second fighter's neck as the outlaw attempted to slice her leg. The ease with which she dispatched the first attacker did not relay into the second. She was on the ground under assault when the second melee came. Anya had an opportunity to dispatch the bandit's right arm, so that Clarke was given an opening to plunge her knife straight into the attacker's chest. As soon as she saw the third bandit fall, Anya jumped back up on the white dapple horse she had been riding, and reached down to the blonde, offering to pull her up onto the mount as well. She lowered her hand down to the girl, motioning for her to be pulled up to safety. The girl was savvy enough to realize that the offer was peaceful and non-threatening, and she grabbed the strong hand. Clarke was raised up onto the horse, and seated in the saddle in front of her newly found ally. She felt the animal move effortlessly along the game path the girls had been hunting to the south, as they quickly moved away from the dying fighters on the ground. She kept looking around for Raven and Octavia, nowhere to be seen.
After ten minutes of heavy riding, Anya slowed the horse, hoping to pick up the trail of the other grounder warriors. It was too late to circle back to the camp, as she was sure her force would have either won, or died trying to evacuate the other two skaigada. She knew at this point she would have to return to the rally point which was 30 miles back toward the nearest village.
She spoke slowly to the girl in front of her, using what little of the old language she could manage, "You are safe with me. My gunners will have your friends. We are peaceful, and are here to offer you a new home". Clarke, for her part, understood the intent, and finally gave a deep breath of acceptance. "You speak English? We had only heard the other scouts speaking another language", Clarke said. Anya had assumed the three women would be unused to the grounder tongue. "Some of us have been taught the old language. We have tracked you and your friends since your descent. It was prophesied by the old ones. We knew you would come from the sky, and our Commander has asked that we come to bring to our city for safety. The Commander would like to offer you and your friends a place among our people, as you have much to teach us about the sky. We, in turn, can offer you safety and community".
Clarke contemplated the offer quickly and gave a nod to her new companion, a silent acceptance of the offer to visit the grounder city and discuss possible integration of the group. She knew that by the way the woman had assisted her in her escape from the bandits, she must offer safety in truth. She had had every opportunity to kill the blonde, but seemed to genuinely offer protection and friendship. To what extent and breadth remained to be seen.
As the two women made their long way back toward the grounder village, they both were happy to discuss the situation as it was. They introduced themselves, discussed their current roles, made small talk about life on the ground, and asked each other various questions about what lie ahead as they rode. Clarke learned that Anya was a well respected general, and that the general was a close adviser of the Commander. The Commnder was leader of the 12 united clans, in which various regional tribes were represented. She learned that the grounders have teachers as they go through their training as warriors, and that Anya had been the Commander's teacher. Anya learned that Clarke had been trained as a healer, and that she also loved to draw maps and was a creative type. She discovered that the small group of women had been sent to earth as punishment by their people.
They had been riding long enough for their scents to become apparent, and so they had also learned that an alpha and omega were riding the same horse. Anya was concerned that they might not make it back to camp before night fall, and these woods were no place to ride at night. Especially with their pheromones pumping out much thicker, due to the fighting. Clarke told Anya how she had recently presented as an omega, since she was finally rid of the horrific suppressants she was forced to take on the ark. Anya had tried to control her alpha scent, so as not to scare the newly befriended omega, but that was not happening. She finally gave up, and after a few heavy open mouthed sniff from Clarke, apologized for her strong alpha pheromones.
She also thought it wise not to mention the omega's heavenly scent at that moment. Clarke spoke again then, more than a little concerned, "I do not understand why my scent is so thick right now....I'm....I'm sorry. I know it is.......distracting". Anya explained to Clarke that on the ground, all alphas and omegas fall into a sort of mild, mini-rut or heat following fighting or battle. It was normal and expected, and grounders usually had special accommodations for all fighters following a battle. But, since their recent skirmish wasn't planned, the general had not been prepared to be sitting on a horse with a beautiful, pheromone pumping omega between her legs. She did not want to scare the girl.
"Clarke, you should know that alphas here on the ground do not attempt to suppress any omegas. Nor do we take anyone without their consent. I understand what you have spoken about the population control on your sky ship, but here on the ground it would be punishable by death to suppress or force an omega. Omegas are treated with the utmost respect and all grounder alphas hold themselves privileged to have an omega friend or lover. We hold their pleasure and happiness above all else". Clarke was obviously more than surprised to hear that, and asked, "So, omegas can have their own space? They are not forced to take alpha lovers as soon as they present?".
Anya immediately responded, "That is not acceptable to any civilized alpha Clarke. Omegas are the sacred ones. You will be open to find your own place, find your own pleasure, and choose a mate of your liking, or not. It will only be your choice when, where, who and how often you mate". Clarke was obviously relieved to hear that she and Raven would not be forced to chose mates in order to integrate into society in their new home. And she was also relieved to hear that Octavia could continue to be the respectful, kind alpha she had always been.
She also realized that she was enjoying Anya's scent, and the soothing feeling it offered to her. Did all grounder alphas smell this good? Were all grounder alphas this strong and comforting? She felt Anya's body behind her as they rode, muscled, tight, and reserved. The grounder general had her right hand on the reigns, but her other hand now rested softly on the sky girl's left hip, as if holding her in the saddle for safety. Suddenly, the scent and the safety and sensitive awareness of the alpha came crashing down around Clarke as they rode. She felt herself grow wet, to her own embarrassment. She knew the general could smell her growing arousal, even as she wondered at how it had happened so quickly. Was this how alphas and omegas interacted in a natural setting, without suppressants and oppression?
She felt her body shift forward in the saddle as they rode, and noticed more and more that she was subtlety grinding her sex into the saddle horn as the horse canted forward with each step. Then, as the horse stumbled over an old log on the path in front of them, she felt a pressure from behind her that had not been there before. Anya recognized that the omega was experiencing her post-battle rush, and that the omega probably needed release sooner rather than later. This was not helping her own situation. It seemed that she grew harder against the sky girl's ass with each passing minute and she felt her own hips now moving in a barely noticeable bucking motion while they continued to ride. Clarke became all too aware that both she and the alpha behind her were aroused and using the saddle, and body next to them, to gain friction for their own small but seemingly urgent needs. Suddenly, she heard Anya cluck to the horse, and felt the general's feet kick lightly into its side. Up ahead, a clearing emerged and the horse took off into a gallop.
Assisting the omega would be easy, Anya thought. So she urged the horse into a faster gallop, bouncing the woman in front of her, and helping her to grind forward into the saddle. The sensation of the horse pounding beneath her, her clit grinding hard against the front of the saddle, and the weight of the alpha behind her hurtled Clarke toward a rapid but intense orgasm. She finally gave in, placing both of her hands on the horn of the saddle and riding in earnest toward her release. Thudding, pounding, grinding, over and over, Anya's hot breath on her neck. Fuck...fuck....fuck. And then she exploded, trying to hold a long scream under her breath. When she couldn't contain the scream any longer, she raised her left hand to her mouth to hold it in. It was the least she could do for the poor alpha behind her very politely helping her cum, without making a big deal of it. The poor alpha who's erection was now making itself completely known behind her.
She rode out the pulsing pleasure of the remaining waves of her orgasm, and Anya slowed the horse back down to an easy trot and then a meandering walking pace. Clarke was leaned forward, trying to recover and regulate her breathing. Damn, that happened fast.
They moved toward the far edge of the clearing, the brush and trees closed in around them. The sun was almost fully set, and they would have to stop here, for safety reasons, even though the village was only a few more miles away. This was the safest place to stop and set up a small fire until the sun rose again and made the remainder of the trip possible. Anya attempted to move herself back from the still panting blonde in front of her, and said "Clarke, I believe we will need to camp for night". Clarke nodded, and Anya lowered Clarke down off the horse, and then dismounted, slowly and with some pain due to her now insistent erection. She turned her back to the blonde and attempted to adjust herself enough to make it possible to stand upright, with her swollen cock fighting against her tight, deer skin trousers. Anya noticed that Clarke had thankfully taken the moment to see to the horse, sweetly rubbing its neck.
"Clarke, if you wouldn't mind pulling down my sleep pack off of my horse, I will need a few minutes to myself. Set up some brush for us to place under the blanket, and find some stones for a fire pit. I will walk a little further, and handle my situation, and come back with some fire wood to set up camp". Clarke nodded her understanding and then turned away from Anya to give her more space and privacy. She heard the general walk off into the forest and felt a strange sense of sadness, knowing that she would not be able to offer the general any kindness or assistance, as she had received with her arousal. She didn't know what she had expected exactly, but that wasn't new, to be honest.
After 20 minutes, Clarke had completed her tasks and was getting a little concerned about the general. She couldn't hear her moving through the brush and was worried that she might have gotten lost. She began walking in the direction she had seen Anya heading earlier, and heard the grounder before she saw her. She followed the shallow, muted grunts she heard, not yet able to distinguish the alpha's pleasure from pain. She hoped the general wasn't hurt.
As she came closer to the sounds, she spotted Anya about 30 feet ahead of her, standing with her pants slightly down, her firm, sculpted ass barely visible, left hand gripping the bark of a tree. She realized quickly that she shouldn't be watching was what happening but she couldn't make herself turn away. Anya was pumping her large, thick cock into her own hand, while muttering something in the grounder language softly. Clarke heard, "Lexa, beja" and "Jok em, teik em". Clarke attempted to back away, but her foot caught on a small twig she hadn't seen, snapping it and surely alerting Anya to her presence. The grounder did not stop her hips as they fucked into her own fist, and then Clarke heard a long, low moan, and the alpha spilled herself, spurt after spurt, across the forest floor. Anya was bent over herself, still pulsing forward as she came, the knuckles on her steadying hand white against the cold bark.
Clarke took the opportunity to back away quietly, and as Anya returned to camp nothing was mentioned of the episode. Anya brought a few pieces of fire wood and set to lighting a small fire. She then laid out the camp blankets close to the fire, and walked back to check on her horse. Once the general was sure the horse was settled and secured, she reached into her saddle bag, and pulled some dried meat and berries out for them to eat. They sat silently on the blankets after that, both still fully aroused, despite their separate releases. Anya spoke first, "We should try to sleep some Clarke. Please do not be concerned if you feel me.....hard...again. It will take some more.....attention....that I can seek back at the village, to resolve my situation fully. I can also make suggestions for your full release as well, if you would like. For now, let us lie down and try to sleep for a few hours". So they both huddled together on the blankets, and tried to calm themselves into slumber.
Morning light came bright and warm, and the women packed up the camp and headed toward the village. Clarke had more questions than answers, about everything. She was anxious to make sure Raven and Octavia were safe, and make some sense of what had transpired over the last 24 hours. She also prepared herself for the meeting with this "commander" and what lay ahead for her and her friends.