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The 100: Sky King

Faced with the pressure of a dying ark, Jaha opens up a secret door on the ark that hadn't been opened in centuries. He didn't know what was behind it, but he could only hope it brought them some hope of survival and not their doom. What he didn't expect was it to just be a boy and he definitely didn't expect for that boy to have seen the future. What happens when the 100 are trained on how to survive on the ground before they even step foot on earth. Trained in the way of fighting and killing, how to speak grounder language and how to travel through a forest without leaving a single trace behind. How will the grounders react differently when they are faced with predators instead of just prey?

Iseeyou · TV
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41 Chs

Clarke (R18)

His one hand wrapped around her thin waist, keeping her tightly held against his muscular chest. 

His other hand cupped her head from behind as their passion ignited and their tongues fought. 

He explored the contours of her mouth with his tongue and the sweet taste of her saliva made him sink into a lust he had never felt before.

For years he had watched Clarke grow into the woman she was today. From a lost innocent woman into a hard-working and driven woman who would do anything to protect the people she cared about.

As Damon was moving his giant calloused hand softly down Clarke's arm, he felt her put both hands on his chest before she pushed him, making him sit on the bed behind him.

Clarke looked at Damon who was now sitting on the bed and felt her body throb with lust and desire as she looked at the man who had earned her care and respect.

A man who protected her and taught her how to survive in a world where the weak die. In a world where it was hard to feel safe and secure.

But that's what Damon brought her when she was close to him. The feeling of safety and home.

Looking at Damon's body it was the very essence of what a man stood for. The way his jawline was sharp like a blade and his thick lips that she could never stop thinking about on her skin giving her wet kisses across her neck.

His strong and muscular hands holding her small waist before he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his muscular waist. Using her hands to stabilize herself by gripping onto his massive biceps.

Feeling the twitch of his muscles under her hands.

It was all she dreamed about.

Walking closer she went between Damon's massive thighs that could squeeze her to death, but she knew that despite this man's savagery he would never hurt her.

Running her hands down his abs and across his muscled thighs she grabbed his underwear and dragged it down slowly letting her finally see his most important part.

It was just like the rest of his body, thick and powerful with veins running across it like snakes.

"Clarke," Damon said causing her eyes to move from his snake to his piercing blue eyes that were staring at her with lust and savagery that she knew he was holding back.

He leaned over and took her shirt off allowing himself to see Clarke's chest and toned stomach.

His dark tanned skin was a huge contrast to her pale white. 

Her skin was smooth and flawless in contrast to his rough and scarred body that had scratches and cuts.

Damon grabbed her arms and pulled her up onto his lap feeling her squishy butt putting pressure on his hard snake that was already ready to go.

He looked into Clarke's green eyes before looking at her chest and seeing the necklace he had made for her sitting right between his boobs.

Damon put his hands on her stomach and slowly slid them up across her skin.

Leaning his down he put his warm and wet lips on her small neck and started leaving small kisses down her neck and to her shoulder before he reached her chest.

Looking at her light pink nipples that were standing up and looking perky he grabbed her boob from below and gripped it before running his rough tongue across the soft nipple and to the outside of the areola where he ran circles around it.

"Damon," Clarke whispered into his ears as she felt the man's warm and wet mouth playing with her right tit while his left hand played and pinched her nipple sending bolts of pleasure across her body and into her warm lower parts that were already wet and twitching as she ground her lower lips across the man's thick girth.

One hand ran across his soft beard while the other left white scratches on his back as she tried to hold in her moans.

Feeling his mouth leave her nipple she felt his big hands grab her bottom and flip her over making her yelp in surprise.

He unbuttoned her jeans and she lifted her waist allowing him to slowly slide them down her legs and off her body.

She saw him throw the jeans to the side, not taking an off-eye of her body the entire time.

"Beautiful." He said looking across her entire body and down her long and creamy legs and wide hips that made the curves of her body stand out.

He then looked at her cave which looked pink and tight. The lips were already leaking juices and moisture made them glisten under the light of the nearby candles.

A small patch of blonde hair could be seen above the lips shining with moisture.

"Damon," Clarke whined and looked away with a shy smile.

She loved the way he ravaged her body with his eyes.

Damon leaned his massive body over her and gently tilted her head back to face him and he took her pink lips and left a wet kiss before moving toward and neck and dragging his wet tongue slowly down to her collarbone before traveling between her chest and around his necklace.

He left a wet trail all the way down her toned stomach before reaching her inner thighs and taking the flesh in his mouth and leaving a hickey before bringing his hands under her thick thighs and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed and dragging his tongue across her sensitive pussy making her grip the sheets and moan.

"Damon yes." Clarke clenched her teeth as he felt Damon's soft lips suck the flesh of her cave and put her clit gently between his teeth and give a small nibble making her legs spasm and her eyes roll to the back of her head.

Her juices coated his lips and dripped down his chin. Having enough Damon was ready for the main course as crawled back on top of Clarke and let her get her bearings again.

Clarke put a finger on his chest and pushed him off of her until he was on his back with her thighs straddling his body.

Moving slowly Clarke positioned her wet and ready entrance right above Damon's hard and standing pole.

Clarke stared into Damon's loving eyes as she slowly sat upon Damon's lower head and down his thick and veiny shaft.

"Ah." Clarke felt him break her hymen and clenched her teeth but didn't stop as her tight cunt seemed to suck his dick deeper into her.

It seemed to go on forever as she continued to lower herself always thinking it was almost over, but it never was as she began to wonder if she could even fit the thing inside of her.

But her worries were for naught as she finally felt her ass meet Damon's hard thighs and she sighed in relief before leaning forward onto Damon's chest and looking into his eyes as she lifted her ass off of his dick a little making his dick drag across her inner walls.

"Fuck Clarke," Damon said while grabbing her big tushy and molding it into different shapes.

The necklace he made for her dangled in his face making him smile as he felt her ride him and her moans echoing out in the small bunker.

He realized right there that there was no way in hell that would ever be able to live happily if Clarke wasn't always by his side.

 After 100 years in the cryo pod and doing nothing but killing and shedding blood he had forgotten what made life so exciting.

Until he had seen Clarke drawing, the way her face lit up as she expressed her dreams and desires through her art.

Sitting up Damon ran his hands across Clarke's smooth back before moving his head closer to her ear.

"I love you, Clarke," Damon said while looking at Clarke whose erotic face lit up with a smile.

"I love you to Damon. I have for a long time. You made me realize what I live for again." Clarke said before they kissed.

They spent the rest of the storm making love in every position and whispering sweet nothing to each other until they fell asleep in each other's arms.