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A nice interruption in training
"Now, now, be good, kitten," Steve ordered, as his fingers thrust into her deeper and deeper.
Clarke cried out as his fingers invaded her, piercing her.
Natasha was behind Clarke, holding Clarke to her body, her hands gripping Clarke's breasts from behind, groping and fondling. She twisted Clarke's nipples and squeezed Clarke's breasts, smirking as she listened to Clarke cry out and resting her head against Clarke's right shoulder, enjoying the sounds she and Steve were pulling from her.
Clarke had, like always, been bad. She had cursed a bit too much and had implied to both Natasha and Steve, that she should go out and find some people that weren't her mates, to fuck her, just to get a rise out of Nat and Steve.
And boy, did she get a rise out of them.
In seconds, Clarke had been against the wall. The three of them were together in one of the training rooms and many of Clarke's other soulmates, were off busy and not present. Clarke had been watching Steve and Natasha training, and had felt in the mood to fuck-which she always did, and had wanted attention, which was when she had made that remark about tracking some complete strangers down to fuck her.
And as had hoped, Natasha and Steve had stopped training, had turned to her and parted and both closed in on Clarke.
Steve and Natasha had moved in sync with each other. Natasha whirled around Clarke, grabbing Clarke's waist and holding Clarke to her chest, and Steve had come closer to Clarke's front.
After Natasha and Steve had made sure that Clarke had a safe word, they pushed closer to her. And when she gave her safe word to her two mates, feeling the heat between her legs becoming torturous.
Natasha and Steve began to undress Clarke, removing her clothing in seconds. They were off to a side of the room, where there were no cameras. And the windows that peered into the room, were off to the side, where if someone went up to them and looked through the windows, they wouldn't have seen anything.
Clarke gasped as Natasha pulled her onto her lap, her hands wrapping around each of Clarke's breasts, squeezing. There was a sitting area alongside the wall and Natasha had pulled Clarke down onto her lap, when she sat down on it. Natasha's legs worked under Clarke's legs, spreading them apart, keeping her cunt open for Steve.
Steve reached for Clarke's arms, pushed them behind Clarke's back, held them there with his left hand, his right hand going to his belt, undoing it and pulling it off and tying the belt around Clarke's wrists, tying Clarke's arms behind her back.
When he was done doing that, earning a moan from Clarke and a chuckle from Natasha, Steve stepped back, looking her up and down, a grin on his face as he glimpsed at how wet Clarke was, then smirking at how Natasha was groping Clarke's breasts with fervor and relentless hunger, like Natasha's hands were acting with a mind of their own, like her hands were hungry and couldn't stop squeezing and groping Clarke's breasts, making her moan louder and louder. To make matters even worse for Clarke, Natasha had leaned her head down and had bitten the right side of Clarke's neck, right above Clarke's collar.
Clarke cried out at the bit, and her hips bucked almost against her will. Her legs were restrained by Natasha's legs, which were woven around Clarke's legs, her ankles restraining Clarke's ankles.
Which held Clarke wide open for Steve to do whatever he wanted. Which was what led to a smirking Steve to get closer, and reach his right hand out and slip one finger after another right into Clarke's pussy, his thumb stroking against Clarke's clit.
Clarke arched up and cried out with each of Steve's ministrations.
"Like that, kitten?" Natasha asked, squeezing Clarke's right breast as Steve thrust into her even harder.
Clarke whined out, "Yes, mistress."
"Good kitten," Natasha crooned, her voice husky by Clarke's right ear and Clarke just picture the lustful look in the redhead's green eyes, "Now, what do you say your master?"
Clarke cried out as Steve chuckled, giving a cruel flick of his thumb against her clit, "Ah-thank you, master."
Steve laughed now, the sound low and perverted sounding, "Now you're so polite. Well, I think I can reward our slut kitten for that, what'd you think, Nat?"
Natasha chuckled, "Why not? She's going to be used by us for a long time, unless she uses her safe word. So, might as well get started for real."
Clarke half wondered what that could mean, since Steve's fingers were already inside her and her clit was getting stroked and her breasts were being fondled, however, she got her answer a second later, when Steve's thumb removed itself from her clit and Clarke cried out, dismayed, her mouth only gaping wide and her eyes shooting open in shock and pleasure, when something replaced Steve's thumb on her clit.
Steve's mouth.
Steve kept pumping his fingers in and out of Clarke, but he had removed his thumb from Clarke's thumb, and instead, had leaned down and had wrapped his lips around Clarke's clit, sucking hard, tongue lapping at Clarke's clit, like she was a treat he'd been waiting to suck on for years.
Clarke lost control and forgot herself and cried out, "Steve!"
She understood her mistake, even before Steve's lips released her clit and he stopped licking her, pulling his mouth from her clit.
Clarke whined, looking down at Steve pleadingly.
Steve just looked up at Clarke from where he had leaned his head and smirked at her, those far too innocent bluish-green eyes, and that handsome, and usually innocent, but now, so dirty smile.
"That's not what my name is right now, kitten," Steve reminded Clarke, "That's not what you call me if you want me to suck you off."
Clarke moaned, loving it when Steve talked dirty.
She knew what the only way was to get Steve to continue. And it didn't help that Steve had stopped thrusting his fingers into her.
"Please, master," Clarke begged Steve, her voice a desperate whine, "Please, suck me. Use me. Suck my clit, please, master, till I can't remember my name."
Steve grinned wide. And Clarke could practically feel that Steve was going to get ready to start again, when Natasha stopped him, asking, "Do you think she deserves for us to continue? I don't think so. I think she needs to call you something else, Steve."
Clarke whined, but was confused, not sure what Natasha meant by that.
Steve, also looked confused. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked past Clarke at Natasha, curious.
Clarke could feel Natasha's grin as she husked out, "Maybe, instead of 'master,' she should call you, 'daddy.'"
Clarke cried out, shivering. Oh, shit, they were coming back to this, were they?
She knew she was done for, now.
And she knew that especially when she saw how at first, Steve's eyes widened, then his face split into a lewd grin.
"'Daddy,' huh?" Steve asked hungrily and Clarke knew that he was interested.
Clarke groaned.
All because of an accident on Clarke's part months ago, they were going into this territory.
During one of her and Bruce's "sessions," where Bruce was rawing her in his lab, Clarke had lost control and had called him "daddy."
This had made him more excited and he had pounded into her harder.
Natasha had caught wind of it from Bruce, and she and Bruce had approached Clarke and had suggested that when they slept with her, she call them both, 'daddy.'
Clarke had called Natasha "daddy," instead of "mistress," several times since then. And she had called Bruce, "daddy," instead of "master," several times since then.
However, she hadn't thought that Steve would be brought into this. But it wasn't a surprise that Steve clearly was into it.
Clint and Laura? They would never want her to call them anything like "daddy," or "mommy." For them, it was always, "mistress" and "master." If she ever called Laura "mommy," she knew she'd be lucky if she ever was walking around the house without a butt plug in her again.
And if she ever called Clint, "daddy," she'd be spanked to the point where her ass was red and her zombie healing might take slower than usual. That was, assuming that Clint could spank her, without eventually pinning her on her stomach to the floor and ramming his cock into her asshole, riding her ass like a dog in heat-which was often what had happened in the past.
He'd be trying to discipline her by spanking her, but would get so turned on that he would forgo the punishment, drop Clarke on her chest on the floor, pull his pants down and ram right into her ass, reaching around and fisting her cunt, his knuckles rubbing against her clit, and he would rail both her wholes like that for hours.
Then again, those two outcomes might just be a reason to call Laura, "mommy," and Clint, "daddy," just for that. But that was for later.
Right now, she was dealing with another issue. Steve actually being into the whole, "daddy" thing.
Again, Clarke wasn't surprised.
Of all Clarke's male soulmates, it surprised her the least that Steve would be into that.
Knowing that neither Natasha, nor Steve, would let this go, she knew what she had to say to get off.
She said, a plea in her voice and a plea on her face, begging, "Please, daddy, suck me. Suck my clit, daddy, till my mind is gone."
Steve and Natasha both laughed, and Clarke didn't have to look at Natasha, to see the redhead grinning as widely as Steve was grinning.
Steve's fingers immediately started thrusting hard into Clarke again, causing the young zombie to cry out. "Good slut kitten," Steve approved, mouth again going to Clarke's clit, lips wrapping around it and sucking, his tongue again, hungrily lapping at it.
Steve sucking and licking at Clarke's clit, as well as his fingers ramming in and out of her, plus Natasha stroking and manipulating her breasts, and biting her neck, sent Clarke quickly over the edge.
Clarke shrieked and pumped her hips up into Steve's face, bucking and crying out as she came.
But Steve didn't stop. And he had the super soldier serum in him, like Natasha did. So, the both of them? They had plenty of stamina to keep going.
Steve kept thrusting hard into Clarke, even as Clarke came, and instead of leaning in and sucking Clarke's clit, Steve slowly lowered himself to his knees between Clarke's legs, his lips still sucking hard at Clarke's clit, his tongue still lapping at it.
Clarke screamed again and again, bucking against Steve's mouth and hand, back arching still into Natasha.
She heard Natasha laugh, almost cruelly, like she enjoyed that Steve was working to overstimulate Clarke, which she most likely was.
Steve kept sucking and thrusting and soon, Clarke screamed and came again, shaking with Steve's thrusts and licks.
Clarke bucked hard, helpless in Natasha's grasp, and unable to do anything else, except meet Steve's hungry licks and savage thrusts with desperate need.
She kept giving them what they wanted, panting out as Steve sucked her clit and thrust his fingers in, "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy."
Steve sucked on Clarke's clit like it was candy, groaning into Clarke's cunt, like he had waited for this meal for years, his fingers pounding and pounding harder and harder into Clarke's cunt.
Clarke screamed as she came again. And again and again.
Eventually, Steve moved his mouth from Clarke's clit and his fingers pulled out of Clarke's pussy and Clarke sagged, assuming that it was over. However, after all this time, she knew she really shouldn't have been surprised, when Steve's fingers went to Clarke's clit and rubbed her clit, his mouth replacing his fingers at Clarke's cunt, his tongue darting into her hole.
Clarke screamed again, her body stiffening up as she bucked her hips into Steve's mouth as his fingers rubbed her clit.
Natasha cooed against Clarke's ear, "You like that, kitten? You like both your daddies using you like a toy?"
Clarke moaned and nodded as she kept bucking her hips helplessly into Steve's mouth.
"Un, un, un, un," Clarke moaned as she thrust her hips into Steve's tongues and fingers.
Her eyes were closed and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.
Natasha kissed Clarke's back and whispered against Clarke's ear, "Your mind's gone, isn't it, kitten? Loving what your daddies are doing, so, so much, aren't you?"
Steve chuckled as his tongue lashed inside of Clarke's cunt, lashing his tongue against her inner walls, feeling his fingers stroking and pinching her clit and stroking it.
Clarke howled again as she bucked up, pleasure crashing over her and she shook against his mouth, shuddering.
She could feel it, her cum spilling out into Steve's mouth. She cried out again, eyes clenching with her newest release.
Clarke heard Steve groan at the taste of Clarke in his mouth again.
"How sweet does she taste, Steve?" Natasha asked lecherously, and Clarke knew it wasn't exactly a question of expecting a startled answer.
He and Natasha had tasted Clarke enough times to know.
However, Steve did pull his tongue out of Clarke, making her groan, chuckling, "She still tastes addictive. I want to drink all her cum."
Natasha laughed, "Sorry, Steve, I'm going to have some for myself, so, don't try it. Hold her now," Natasha ordered.
Steve lifted himself up, releasing his hands off of Clarke and licked the cum off of his lips and he reached out for Clarke.
Natasha nodded against Clarke, pushing Clarke into Steve's arms and Steve sat down, pulling Clarke onto her lap, feeling his hard-on against her ass. He was holding himself back, till Natasha deemed it alright for him to pull his cock out and thrust it into their sub.
Then again, Natasha was most likely holding back from pinning Clarke to the ground, and grinding herself against Clarke's cunt, till they came together, or going to her room and grabbing one of their many toys, bringing it back and fucking Clarke's brains out with a strap.
As Steve's hands replaced Natasha's hands on Clarke's breasts, and he fondled them, making Clarke moan again, his legs keeping Clarke's legs apart, Natasha kneeled down between Clarke's legs, moving in, her mouth going to Clarke's clit and sucking hard like Steve's mouth had, her fingers thrusting right into Clarke's tight cunt.
Clarke screamed as Steve held her, chuckling , hands still groping her breasts.
As Natasha sucked on Clarke's clit, her eyes staring up seductively at Clarke while she did, Clarke's eyes closed in bliss and she felt her newest climax and orgasm about to tear through her.
And when Steve chuckled against her ear, squeezing both her breasts, "Your daddies can suck you off real good, can't we, kitten?"
Clarke whimpered, bucking into Natasha's mouth and fingers, unable to respond to Steve.
However, Steve was right. And Clarke was going to be in for a very long, very pleasurable day.