Weekly Poll #17 - OC / Katniss Everdeen (Hunger Games) {Story 32} (Patreon)

Weekly Poll #17 - OC / Katniss Everdeen {Story 32}

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The wind on the balcony cut like knives. The Capitol square below was packed with thousands of faces staring up, waiting for the end of the war. Snow knelt in the center of the platform, old and frail, his white rose still pinned perfectly to his coat. President Coin stood tall beside Katniss, that calm, victorious smile on her face, already tasting the new power she was about to claim.

Katniss’s fingers tightened on the bow. The arrow felt heavy in her hand. For one clear second, everything went quiet in her head. No more birds. No more screams. Just the cold, sharp understanding of what needed to happen.

She raised the bow. Aimed.

The arrow flew true.

It slammed into Coin’s chest instead of Snow’s.

Coin staggered, eyes wide with shock, blood blooming across her white uniform. She crumpled to the stone with a wet thud. Snow started laughing — a broken, wheezing sound that turned into violent coughing. Peacekeepers shouted and rushed forward.

Katniss didn’t move. She just stood there, bow still raised, staring at Coin’s body. A strange, detached smile tugged at her lips.

“Finally quiet,” she whispered to herself. “All the birds stopped screaming.”

Hands grabbed her arms roughly. Someone shouted orders. The world tilted as they dragged her away. Katniss didn’t fight. She laughed softly under her breath, eyes distant, letting them pull her through the chaos like she was floating.

The cell was cold, damp, and smelled like rust and old concrete. Katniss sat on the thin mattress, back against the wall, knees drawn up to her chest. Days had blurred together down here. No windows. No real sense of time. She kept replaying that moment on the balcony — the arrow leaving her bow, Coin’s body falling instead of Snow’s. Some part of her still wasn’t sure if it had been rage or the only sane thing left to do.

Now she was here, waiting to see if they’d call her a hero or a traitor.

The heavy door at the end of the corridor clanked open. Footsteps echoed. Caligula.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, built like the Peacekeepers from District 2 who always looked a little too comfortable with violence. Short-cropped dark hair, sharp jaw, and a crisp uniform that seemed out of place in this filthy block. He carried a tray with the usual slop — gray porridge, stale bread, water. But his eyes always lingered when he reached her cell.

“Morning, Mockingjay,” he said, sliding the tray through the slot. His voice was low, amused. “Heard more whispers today. They’re saying you finally cracked up there on the balcony. Pure insanity. That’s why you put that arrow in Coin instead of Snow.”

Katniss looked up slowly. She let her eyes go a little wide, a little unfocused, like she was drifting somewhere else. She’d been leaning into that story for days now. “Maybe they’re right,” she murmured, voice soft and unsteady. “It’s so loud in my head all the time. The birds won’t stop singing. The screams… sometimes I can’t tell what’s real anymore. Maybe I just wanted it all to stop.”

Caligula leaned against the bars, arms crossed, watching her with a slow smirk. “Cute performance. But I don’t buy it for a second. You’re too sharp. Too in control. Even now, playing the crazy girl, you’re watching every word, every reaction.”

Katniss tilted her head, letting her messy dark hair fall across her face. She hugged her knees tighter. “You think you know me?”

“I know enough,” he replied, glancing down the empty corridor before looking back at her. “There’s a simple test. Win-win for me. If you really are insane… the sex is going to be the best I’ve ever had. Wild. Unhinged. No holding back.” He shrugged. “If you’re not… well, I still get to fuck the Mockingjay. Either way, I win.”

Katniss stared at him for a long moment. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Part of her wanted to tell him to fuck off. Another part — the tired, angry, reckless part that had shot Coin — felt something else. Heat. Curiosity. A dark little thrill at the idea of losing control on purpose.

She stood up slowly and walked to the bars, bare feet cold on the concrete. “Open the door.”

Caligula’s eyebrows rose, but the smirk stayed. He didn’t hesitate. The lock clicked. He stepped inside, tall and solid, closing the heavy door behind him with a loud thud that echoed down the corridor.

Katniss backed up until her legs hit the mattress. She let her eyes go wide again, breathing faster, playing up the unhinged edge. “They say I’m crazy… maybe they’re right. Everything feels too much. Too loud. The birds keep screaming in my head. I just want it to be quiet for once.”

Caligula stepped closer, towering over her. His presence filled the small cell, blocking out most of the dim light from the corridor. He looked down at her with an amused stare, like he was still deciding how far this game would go.

“Then let me help with that,” he said quietly.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in hard. The kiss was rough from the start. His mouth met hers with purpose, tongue pushing past her lips, tasting her like he owned her. Katniss moaned into it, her hands fisting the front of his uniform. She kissed him back with desperate hunger, letting the wild edge she was playing at bleed into every movement — a little too frantic, a little too needy, like someone who really had lost the line between control and chaos.

Caligula broke the kiss after a long minute, breathing harder now. His eyes were darker, focused. “On your knees, Mockingjay.”

Katniss dropped without hesitation. The concrete was cold and rough against her knees, but she barely felt it. She looked up at him, eyes wide and glassy, lips already parted. “I’ve been thinking about this,” she whispered, voice shaky and low. “Everything’s been so loud for so long. I just want to feel something else. Something real.”

Caligula unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was thick and heavy, already hard, veins standing out along the shaft. Katniss’s eyes widened for real this time. She reached up with both hands, wrapping her fingers around him. He was warm, solid, intimidating.

“Fuck… that’s big,” she breathed, almost to herself.

“Open your mouth.”

She did. He pushed the fat head past her lips, stretching her jaw. Katniss moaned around him, sucking eagerly, her tongue swirling over the head. She took him deeper, bobbing her head slowly at first, then with more confidence. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet cell — soft gagging when he bumped the back of her throat, the slick pop when she pulled back to catch her breath. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest.

Caligula groaned low, one hand sliding into her dark hair, not forcing her but guiding the rhythm. “That’s it. Just like that. You look good down there.”

Katniss hummed around his cock, the low vibration traveling up his thick shaft and making his hips twitch involuntarily. She worked him with both hands and her mouth in perfect rhythm — stroking the heavy base she couldn’t fit while bobbing her head steadily, taking him deeper with every downward motion. Wet, sloppy gluck-gluck-gluck sounds filled the small cell as the fat head repeatedly bumped the back of her throat. Spit bubbled at the corners of her stretched lips and ran down her chin in shiny strings, dripping onto her chest and the tops of her breasts. Her eyes watered from the effort, tears clinging to her lashes, but she kept going, sucking hard on every upstroke, tongue pressing flat and swirling around the underside. The salty, musky taste of him mixed with her own spit flooded her mouth, and for a moment the “crazy” act felt almost real — like the only thing that mattered in the entire world was this thick cock and the raw, overwhelming feeling of choking on it.

After several long, messy minutes of relentless bobbing and sucking, Caligula finally pulled her off with a wet pop. Thick, glossy strings of spit stretched from her swollen, shiny lips to the glistening head of his cock, breaking and dripping down onto her chin and tits. Katniss gasped desperately for air, chest heaving, face flushed and messy, strands of spit and precum coating her mouth and jaw. She looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes, lips parted and trembling, still trying to catch her breath while a thin trail of saliva continued to drip from her chin.

“Stand up,” he said, voice rough. “Bend over the bed.”

Katniss got to her feet on shaky legs, her thighs still slick from earlier. She turned slowly and bent over the thin mattress, bracing her hands on the edge. She pushed her ass back toward him, arching her back slightly. The position made her feel exposed, vulnerable, and strangely electric.

Caligula stepped in close behind her. The heat of his body rolled over her skin before he even touched her. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her prison pants and underwear and yanked them down in one rough motion, letting the fabric bunch around her ankles. Her round, firm ass and smooth, already-wet pussy were completely exposed to the cool air of the cell.

He spread her cheeks wide with both big hands, thumbs brushing slowly over her slick folds and her tight little asshole. The cool air hit her wet skin, making her shiver hard.

“Damn,” he muttered, voice low and appreciative. “Look at this pretty cunt. Already dripping just from sucking my cock. You’re soaked, Katniss.”

Katniss pressed her forehead against the thin mattress, breathing fast. She kept her voice unsteady, playing up the fractured edge she’d been leaning into. “I can’t help it,” she whispered. “Everything feels too much lately. Too loud in my head. Too sharp. I just… I need it to quiet down for a little while.”

Caligula rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness. The fat tip bumped her clit with every slow pass, making her hips twitch. “Then stop thinking so much,” he said, voice steady and low. “Let me take care of the rest. Just feel it.”

He pushed forward.

The blunt head stretched her open, and Katniss cried out sharply as he sank into her pussy in one hard thrust. He was thick, filling her completely, spreading her walls wide. She gripped the edge of the mattress tighter, knuckles turning white, mouth open as she adjusted to the sudden fullness.

“Fuck—yes,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Harder. I need it harder.”

Caligula growled and started pounding her, hips slamming against her ass with heavy, rhythmic smacks. The wet sound of skin meeting skin echoed off the concrete walls. Her round ass rippled with every powerful thrust, the pale flesh jiggling against his stronger, darker body. He reached around with one hand and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he fucked her, the other hand gripping her hip to pull her back onto his cock.

Katniss moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. Pleasure built fast and sharp in her core. Her first orgasm hit her hard within minutes — her back arched, pussy clamping down around his thick shaft as she came with a loud, broken cry. Hot juices squirted around his cock, soaking his balls and dripping down her trembling thighs.

Caligula didn’t slow down for even a second. He kept pounding her through it, the wet squelching sounds growing even filthier as her cum coated him.

“That’s one,” he grunted, voice thick. “Give me another. I want to feel you fall apart again.”

He fucked her harder, hips snapping forward with more force. His hand stayed on her clit, rubbing fast and firm. Katniss’s moans turned into desperate, high-pitched gasps. Her second orgasm crashed over her quickly — a broken moan tore from her throat, her eyes rolling back, face flushed and slack with raw pleasure as her pussy fluttered and gushed around him again.

Caligula groaned in approval. He fisted her dark hair with one hand, pulling her head back firmly so her back arched deeper. “Keep talking,” he said, voice rough against her ear. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need this,” Katniss panted, voice shaky with every thrust. “I need you to fuck me like this. Rough. Deep. I can’t think when you’re inside me.”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving her pussy gaping and leaking a thick flood of cum. His cock was shiny and slick, veins pulsing. He spun her around and pushed her onto her back on the thin mattress. Grabbing her legs, he lifted them over his shoulders, folding her in half. He thrust back into her pussy in one smooth, powerful motion, bottoming out instantly.

Katniss’s eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream as the new angle let him drive impossibly deep. He started pounding her hard, hips slamming down, the wet smack of skin on skin loud and constant. Her heavy tits bounced wildly with every thrust, the soft pale flesh jiggling and slapping together.

Caligula grabbed both tits with his big hands, mauling the soft mounds roughly, fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh. He pinched and twisted her stiff nipples, watching her face twist in pleasure.

“These tits are fucking perfect,” he growled, voice low and filthy. “Bouncing while I wreck this tight cunt. Look at you taking every inch.”

Katniss came again, shaking hard, nails digging into his arms as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him. Her face was a complete mess of pleasure — eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed dark red.

Caligula kept fucking her through it, relentless, hips snapping forward. He leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, biting just enough to make her whimper and arch.

“Fill me,” Katniss gasped, voice breaking. “Please— I want your cum. I need to feel it.”

Caligula slammed deep one final time and stayed there, cock pulsing hard as he pumped thick, heavy ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Load after load flooded her, so much that it overflowed immediately, leaking out around his shaft and running down her ass in warm, sticky streams.

He stayed buried inside her for a long moment, grinding slowly as the last spurts emptied into her, both of them breathing hard, sweat-slick bodies pressed together.

But he wasn’t finished.

He pulled out slowly, his cock still hard and shiny with their mess. Thick strands of cum stretched between the blunt head and her stretched pussy before breaking. He flipped her onto her stomach again without a word. Katniss barely had time to catch her breath before she felt the fat head of his cock press against her tighter hole.

“Relax,” he said, voice rough but steady. “You’re taking it here too.”

Katniss breathed out shakily and pushed back against him. The stretch burned as the thick head popped past her tight ring. She gasped sharply, fingers clutching the thin mattress, mouth open against the fabric. Inch by thick inch he sank into her ass, the fullness overwhelming, stretching her in a way that made her toes curl and her thighs tremble.

“Fuck— it’s so deep,” she gasped, voice hoarse. “Peeta would never fuck my ass like this. He’s too gentle. Too scared to break me. He’d probably stop the second I made a sound.”

Caligula groaned low as he bottomed out, hips flush against her pale cheeks. He stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust, one big hand rubbing slow circles on her ass while the other reached under to find her clit.

“Yeah?” he muttered, starting to move with slow, deep strokes. “He doesn’t know how to handle a woman who needs to be used. But you do, don’t you?”

The burn quickly melted into a dark, filthy pleasure. Katniss moaned into the mattress, pushing back to meet him as he picked up speed. Her heavy tits dragged against the rough fabric with every thrust. Caligula reached around and rubbed her clit with two thick fingers, the dual sensation pushing her closer to the edge fast.

She came hard again, ass clenching rhythmically around his thick cock, a long, shaky cry spilling from her mouth into the thin mattress. Her whole body shook, legs trembling as fresh slick gushed from her pussy.

Caligula kept pounding her ass with deep, powerful strokes. The wet slap of his hips against her pale cheeks filled the cell. He grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh and spreading her wider so he could watch his thick cock disappear inside her.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Take my cock in your ass while you talk shit about your boyfriend. Tell me how much better this feels.”

Katniss moaned louder, face pressed into the mattress, eyes half-lidded. “He doesn’t deserve this. He’d be too gentle, too worried about hurting me. You just take what you want. It feels so fucking good.”

Caligula groaned and fucked her harder, one hand slapping her ass sharply, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. The sharp sting mixed with the deep pleasure made her whimper and push back even more eagerly.

He kept going like that for several long minutes, the cell filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of skin slapping skin and her broken moans. Sweat slicked their bodies where they met. The air smelled thick with sex — sweat, her arousal, and the heavy musk of his cum.

Finally, Caligula slammed deep and stayed there, cock pulsing as he pumped another thick load into her ass. He groaned low, grinding slowly as he emptied himself, filling her until it started leaking out around his shaft.

When he finally pulled out, a heavy trickle of cum leaked from her stretched hole, running down over her pussy and dripping onto the mattress.

Katniss collapsed forward, breathing hard, body trembling. Cum dripped steadily from both her pussy and ass. Her silvery—no, dark—hair stuck to her sweaty face, lips swollen, eyes half-lidded in exhausted bliss.

Caligula gave her barely a minute before he rolled her onto her side. He lay down behind her, spooning close against her back. One thick arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her firmly against him. He lifted her top leg with his knee, opening her up, then slid his still-hard cock back into her pussy from behind in one smooth, deep push. The new angle made her moan softly, a fresh wave of pleasure rolling through her overstimulated body.

He fucked her like that — lazy, grinding strokes at first, his hips rolling slow and deep. His hand cupped her tit, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling her stiff nipple between his fingers. His mouth was right against the side of her neck, breathing hot against her skin as he kissed and lightly bit there.

“More,” Katniss whispered, reaching back with one hand to grip his thick thigh, pulling him deeper. “Don’t stop. I need it. I need to feel full.”

Caligula obliged, picking up the pace. His hips started slapping against her ass again, the wet sounds returning. He mauled her tit harder, squeezing the plush mound roughly, pinching her nipple until she whimpered. His other hand slid down between her legs to rub her clit in firm circles.

She came twice more in that position — smaller, shuddering orgasms that left her gasping and clenching hard around him. Her face twisted with each one, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washed over her again and again. On the second orgasm Caligula groaned deeply against her neck and filled her pussy once more, pumping another heavy load deep inside her.

They stayed locked together like that for a long minute, his thick cock still buried deep in her pussy, slowly softening but keeping most of his cum plugged inside her. Katniss’s back was pressed flush against his chest, her body slick with sweat, breathing ragged. Cum leaked steadily from her used holes, warm and messy against her thighs.

Caligula kissed the side of her neck again, then nipped her earlobe. “You’re still shaking,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “That crazy little act of yours is getting pretty convincing.”

Katniss let out a broken laugh that turned into a moan as he gave a lazy roll of his hips, stirring his cum inside her. “Maybe I really am losing it,” she whispered, pushing back against him. “Everything feels too good. Too much. Peeta could never make me feel like this. He’s too… soft. Too careful. He’d probably apologize the whole time.”

Caligula chuckled darkly, the sound low and rough in the back of his throat. One big hand slid up her body to cup her tit, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh firmly, fingers digging in as he rolled her stiff nipple between them. “Keep talking like that,” he said, voice thick, “and I’m gonna fuck you even harder.”

He pulled out slowly, his thick cock slipping free with a wet, obscene sound. A thick glob of cum followed immediately, dripping down her thigh in a warm trail. Katniss shivered at the sudden emptiness, her holes still pulsing. Caligula rolled her onto her back and moved over her, his heavy body pinning her down against the thin mattress. She looked up at him, eyes wide and glassy, playing up the unhinged edge she’d been riding since the moment he stepped into the cell.

“Use me,” she breathed, voice shaky and desperate. “I don’t care anymore. Just make it stop hurting inside my head. Make everything quiet.”

Caligula grabbed her face with one hand, thumb pressing firmly against her lower lip. “Open.”

She parted her lips immediately. He leaned down and spat directly into her mouth. Katniss moaned softly, swallowing it without hesitation, her tongue sliding out for more. He slapped her cheek lightly at first, testing, then harder, watching her face flush deeper. The sting bloomed hot across her skin.

“Good girl,” he growled, eyes dark. “Now suck my cock clean again. Taste how much you’ve already taken.”

He shifted up, straddling her chest, and fed his thick, cum-covered cock back into her mouth. Katniss sucked eagerly, moaning around the familiar weight. She tasted herself mixed with his cum — salty, musky, warm. Her tongue swirled around the fat head, licking every drop, then she bobbed her head as much as she could, taking him deeper. Wet gluck-gluck sounds filled the cell as the head bumped the back of her throat. Spit bubbled at the corners of her stretched lips and ran down her chin in messy strings, dripping onto her neck and tits.

Caligula groaned, one hand fisting her dark hair, the other resting on her throat so he could feel the bulge every time he thrust. “Fuck, look at you choking on it,” he muttered. “Peeta ever fuck your face like this? No? Thought so. He’s probably jerking off right now thinking about his pure little Katniss waiting for him.”

Katniss moaned loudly around his cock, the vibration making his hips twitch. She sucked harder, spit running freely down her chin and onto her bouncing tits as she worked him. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, but she kept going, hollowing her cheeks and pushing her limits.

After several long, messy minutes, Caligula pulled her off with a wet pop. Thick strings of spit connected her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. Katniss gasped for air, chest heaving, chin shiny with mess.

He moved down her body, grabbed her legs and folded her in half, pressing her knees toward her shoulders. He thrust back into her pussy in one hard stroke, bottoming out instantly. The angle was brutal, his thick cock driving so deep she felt it in her stomach.

Katniss cried out, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream as he started pounding her. Her heavy tits bounced wildly with every thrust, the soft flesh jiggling and slapping together. Caligula grabbed them both, mauling the plush mounds roughly, fingers sinking deep, pinching and twisting her nipples until she whimpered.

“You hear that?” he grunted, hips slamming down. “All that cum squelching inside your cunt. You’re a fucking mess already. Bet Peeta would cry if he saw you like this — legs spread, taking a real cock.”

Katniss came hard, her whole body shaking, pussy gushing around him as she cried out. “Yes—fuck—Peeta could never make me cum like this. He’s pathetic compared to you. Too gentle, too careful. I need this. I need you to wreck me.”

Caligula growled and fucked her even harder, the mattress creaking under them. He reached down and slapped her tit, watching it jiggle, then grabbed both heavy mounds again, squeezing them together as he pounded deep.

But he wasn’t finished.

He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her stomach. Katniss barely had time to catch her breath before he yanked her hips up, forcing her ass high in the air. He thrust back into her pussy from behind in one smooth, powerful motion, burying himself balls-deep again. The wet slap of his hips meeting her ass echoed sharply in the small cell.

He fisted her dark hair with one hand, pulling her head back firmly so her back arched. “Tell me again,” he demanded, his voice low and rough. He brought his other hand down hard on her ass, the sharp crack ringing out. “Tell me how much better I am.”

Katniss moaned loudly, pushing back to meet every thrust. Her round ass rippled with the impact, pale skin turning pink under his palm. “You’re so much bigger,” she gasped, voice breaking with pleasure. “So much stronger. Peeta’s cock feels like nothing now. I’d let you fuck me in front of him. Let him watch you ruin me completely.”

Caligula groaned and spanked her again, harder this time, the sound sharp and loud. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly with his fingers, slick with their combined mess. Katniss came again almost immediately, crying out, legs shaking as her pussy spasmed hard around his thick cock, fresh juices squirting around him.

He kept pounding her through it, hips slamming forward relentlessly. The wet, filthy squelching sounds mixed with the sharp slaps of skin on skin. Katniss’s face was pressed sideways into the mattress, mouth open, drooling slightly as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

Caligula pulled out and pressed the blunt head of his cock against her asshole. “Take it.”

Katniss pushed back shakily, gasping as he sank into her ass. The stretch was intense, burning at first, but she took every thick inch, moaning as he bottomed out, hips flush against her cheeks. Caligula started fucking her ass with deep, powerful strokes, one hand choking her lightly from behind, the other slapping her ass red.

“Fuck—your ass is gripping me so tight,” he growled, voice strained. “Peeta ever get to fuck you here? No? Good. This hole is mine now.”

Katniss’s face was pressed into the mattress, mouth open, drooling as he fucked her ass harder. The fullness was overwhelming, every deep thrust sending sparks through her body. “He doesn’t deserve it,” she moaned, voice muffled. “Use me. Fill every fucking hole. I’m your crazy little slut.”

Caligula groaned loudly and came deep in her ass, pumping thick ropes of cum into her. He ground against her as he emptied himself, then slowly pulled out. Cum leaked from both her pussy and ass in heavy streams, running down her thighs.

He rolled her onto her side, spooning behind her again. He lifted her top leg and slid back into her pussy, fucking her with steady, deep thrusts. His hand cupped and mauled her tit, squeezing the soft flesh, rolling and pinching her nipple while he kissed and bit her neck.

“More,” Katniss whispered, reaching back to grip his thick thigh, pulling him deeper. “Don’t stop. I need you to keep fucking me stupid.”

Caligula picked up the pace, hips slapping against her ass. He choked her lightly with one arm while the other rubbed her clit firmly. Katniss came twice more in that position — shuddering, gasping, clenching hard around him. Her face twisted with each orgasm, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted in broken moans. On the second one Caligula groaned deeply against her neck and filled her pussy again, pumping another heavy load deep inside her.

They stayed locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Katniss trembled against him, mind hazy with pleasure and the role she was playing. The line between acting insane and actually feeling lost in the pleasure had completely blurred.

Caligula kissed the back of her neck, voice low. “Good girl.”

They stayed locked together for a long time, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Caligula’s thick cock was still buried deep inside her pussy, slowly softening but keeping most of his load plugged inside her. Katniss trembled against his chest, her mind hazy, the line between the “crazy” act and the overwhelming pleasure completely blurred. Cum leaked steadily from both her used holes, warm and messy against her thighs and the thin mattress.

Caligula kissed the back of her neck one last time, then nipped her earlobe. “Still with me, Mockingjay?” he murmured, voice low and rough but almost amused. “Or did I actually fuck the crazy right into you?”

Katniss let out a shaky, breathless laugh that turned into a soft moan as he gave one final lazy grind inside her. “Maybe both,” she whispered. “Everything feels… too much. Spinning. I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

Caligula chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her back. He pulled out slowly, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. A thick rush of cum followed, pouring from her stretched pussy and dripping down her ass and thighs. He rolled her gently onto her back so he could look at her properly.

Katniss lay there, chest heaving, legs still slightly spread, covered in sweat and his cum. Her dark hair was a tangled mess, face flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy. She looked thoroughly used.

Caligula propped himself up on one elbow beside her, his big hand resting possessively on her stomach, fingers tracing lazy circles through the mess on her skin. “You can drop the act now,” he said quietly, watching her face. “You’re not crazy. Not even close. I’ve seen real broken people. You’re just… tired. Angry. And smart enough to use it.”

Katniss stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, then turned her head to look at him. Her voice was softer now, less theatrical. “How long have you known?”

“Since the first time you opened your mouth and started talking about Peeta like that,” he replied with a small smirk. “Nobody actually insane sounds that calculated when they’re getting fucked. You were putting on a show. A damn good one, though. Had me convinced for a minute.”

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead, surprisingly gentle. “But I didn’t really give a fuck either way. Crazy or not, I still got to fuck the Mockingjay raw. Best part of this shitty job so far.”

Katniss let out a tired laugh, closing her eyes for a second. “So what happens now?”

Caligula shrugged, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the soft cheek. “Trial’s tomorrow. They’re already leaning toward ‘not guilty by reason of temporary insanity.’ Your little performance helped sell it. The whispers are everywhere. People love a tragic hero story more than a cold-blooded killer.”

He paused, then added with a grin, “And if they need more convincing… I can always testify that you were completely out of your mind when I found you in this cell.”

Katniss opened her eyes and looked at him. There was a flicker of something real in her gaze — exhaustion, relief, maybe even a hint of gratitude. “You’re really going to help me walk?”

“I’m not a saint,” Caligula said, leaning down to kiss her slowly, almost lazily. “But I’m not stupid either. You killing Coin might have been the best thing that happened to a lot of us. I’m not about to let them execute the person who ended that bitch.”

They lay there for a while longer, bodies cooling, his hand idly stroking her side. Eventually Caligula sat up. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up before someone comes checking.”

He helped her to her feet. Katniss’s legs were shaky, thighs sticky with cum. She winced as she stood, feeling the deep ache in her pussy and ass. Caligula grabbed a bucket of clean water from the corner and a rough cloth. He wiped her down carefully — starting with her face, then her neck and chest, paying extra attention to her heavy tits, wiping away the spit and cum. His touch was surprisingly thorough, almost caring.

“Turn around,” he said.

Katniss did, bracing her hands on the wall. Caligula crouched behind her and wiped between her legs, cleaning her swollen pussy and leaking ass. The cool cloth felt good against her overheated skin. He was gentle but firm, spreading her cheeks to make sure he got every trace.

“Still leaking,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I pumped a lot into you.”

Katniss shivered at his words. “I can feel it. Every step I’m going to remember this.”

Caligula stood up and turned her to face him again. He wiped the last streaks from her thighs, then cleaned himself quickly. “Good. I want you to remember. Every time you see Peeta, every time you close your eyes, I want you to feel how hard I fucked you.”

Katniss looked up at him, a small, tired smile on her lips. “You really don’t care if I’m crazy or not?”

“Not one bit,” he said honestly. “You’re alive. You’re dangerous. And you fuck like you’ve got nothing left to lose. That’s more than enough for me.”

He helped her pull her prison clothes back on, straightening her shirt and pants as best he could. When she was dressed, he stepped back and looked at her.

“Tomorrow at the trial, keep playing the broken girl if you want. Cry a little. Look lost. They’ll eat it up. I’ll make sure my report says you were out of your mind when I found you.”

Katniss nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

Caligula smirked. “Don’t thank me yet. If you walk free… I expect a private visit sometime. No bars. No audience.”

Katniss met his eyes, something sharp and real flickering there. “Maybe I will.”

He leaned in and kissed her one last time — slower, almost tender. Then he stepped back, opened the cell door, and left without another word, locking it behind him.

Katniss sat back down on the mattress, legs still shaky, body aching, but her mind clearer than it had been in days. She touched her lips, still tasting him, and smiled faintly to herself.

The trial the next morning was short.

Whispers filled the hall as she was brought in — “insane,” “broken,” “not in her right mind.” Caligula’s report was read aloud: the Mockingjay had suffered a complete mental collapse after the horrors of the war. His testimony, calm and professional, sealed it.

Not guilty by reason of temporary insanity.

Katniss was released into house arrest, monitored but free.

As she walked out of the courthouse, she caught Caligula’s eye across the crowd. He gave her a small, knowing nod.

She smiled back — tired, but real.

The war was over.

And for the first time in a long time, Katniss felt like she might actually survive it.