Safe-haven
Chapter 6
The last few days, had been strange, honestly.
Clarke didn't have a job or any real obligations, since leaving the home of her former abusers years ago.
Which meant that she could do what she wanted most of the time.
Her only obligations were to herself, meeting with Wells and Callie and trying to make more friends, and to letting her…mates, have her.
She was past being angry with them. She knew that she could forgive what they had done to Abby, Bellamy and the others. Even if she shouldn't.
She understood that anyone who looked at this situation with even a shred of common sense, would realize just how toxic her relationship with these demons likely were.
But even knowing that? She wasn't sure she cared. It wasn't just that they were trying to make her happy. It was that they were trying to help her heal.
She knew that if anyone else were in a situation where they were assaulted sexually, repeatedly, she would over and over again scream that that person would need to leave the person or people that were assaulting them.
Hell, Clarke knew that she also would leave that situation.
But this situation, wasn't like a lot of toxic relationships, was it?
Clarke might not have even gone to high school, because Abby had refused to pay for any education for Clarke, after Jake Griffin had died, saying that there was no reason to "waste money" on Clarke, however, she had grown up in an emotionally and verbally abusive household, and she had done reading. She knew what abuse looked like. And she knew that in almost all cases, sexual assault was used as a weapon. Whether it was a soldier violating a resident of some land, and wishing to make sure the person the soldier was assaulting knew that the soldier considered them nothing but conquered property, some creep at a bar who liked to spike the drinks of girls and women, boyfriend, girlfriend or spouse who used rape as a weapon when they were angry with their partner?
The intention was usually the same.
Selfishness.
Or rage. Anger.
The need to conquer. Destroy.
And even when the rapist's actions weren't out of rage or the need to destroy, it almost always came from a place of either obsession or selfishness.
This? This had felt different. Clarke knew it was different. She was sure that any psychiatrist would say that her trauma had made her go into deep denial. But the thing was, Clarke wasn't traumatized from her encounter with the demons.
She was traumatized due to a lot of other reasons. Like growing up in a loveless household, for starters.
She was positive she had lived for the past few years, the results of her trauma that she had experienced by living in that household.
The results of the trauma, being her willingly living alone in an isolated cottage for years and having very limited human contact.
Because clearly, someone who lived like that for a few years, couldn't be all that mentally well, could they?
However, Clarke was positive that she wasn't traumatized from what the demons had done to her.
If anything, it was strange to say, but…it felt almost like what the demons had done had…almost healed her, in a way. Or was beginning to heal her.
None of their actions were out of the desire to destroy her, none of their actions were out of selfishness or apathy.
It always was out of love and softness. They handled her like she was the most fragile and most treasured being in the world.
They would tell her stories over these past few days. About her demon family, before she had been pulled from her home in the demon world.
About how powerful the family had been before they were betrayed and slaughtered.
And that she didn't need to worry anymore. The demons that had destroyed her family, were dealt with and all wiped out.
Clarke knew what that meant, and knew that she didn't want to know what was done to the demons that had killed her family, even if they had deserved it.
Over the next few days, Clarke would start making connections, beginning possible friendships with people Wells and Callie knew. And when she'd get back, she'd spend time with some group of her mates.
And the interactions weren't always sexual. Usually, they were. But not always.
Clarke was learning a lot about them. About what their lives were like in the demon world.
And about their families.
Clarke was learning more and more how to read minds. And she and some of her mates would communicate that way. Sometimes she would have full conversations with some of her mates, without even opening her mouth to say so much as one word.
She learned that only two of them technically, had children. Melina had adopted Natasha and Yelena centuries ago.
And Wanda was the biological mother of two young demon boys, named Tommy and Billy.
Clarke didn't have to even go into Wanda's mind, to know that Wanda wanted Clarke to meet her sons one day.
And yes, even if Clarke was communicating with them much more now than before and interacting with them around the cottage more, that didn't mean that Clarke still wasn't fucked against her will regularly.
Honestly, at this point? Clarke wasn't sure how unwilling she was, exactly.
The number of times now where they'd be watching a movie and one of them would just "happen" to snake their hand under her pants and underwear and begin to finger her and her arms would instantly be restrained magically and her legs spread and restrained magically as she panted and gasped and the ministrations of the fingers inside of her, always excited her.
Her being pushed up against the fridge, her pants and underpants being yanked down and her being pinned to the fridge as each of her assailants took turns going to their knees and eating her out for hours, ignoring her begging for them to stop, excited her far more than it should have.
And never mind how many times now she would be placed in bed and bound in that same position as the very first time she had met these demons and each of her mates that were there in the room with her, took her with strap-ons.
The translation of all this was that Clarke was fucked. In every possible way that existed.
She just wanted them to do whatever they wanted with her.
It was sexual, that went without saying. But it always felt deeper than that. Again, like they were healing her somehow.
When she had asked this, the answer she got when Diana had mentally told her, had startled the blonde.
For demons, just like humans, sex was very important, however, for them, when demons had sex who were mates, it would help mentally and emotionally act as a balm to the pain that one of the demons or both or more had experienced.
And this could easily be passed off as, "oh, sex just feels good, that's all." But Clarke didn't think that was what she experienced. It actually felt for her, every time she was taken by her mates, even when a lot of the time, it was gangrape, that the mental wounds that Abby, her boyfriends, Bellamy and Markus and all the others had caused her, were beginning to heal up.
Melina had explained that for demons, sex was very different in some respect than it was for humans.
And Clarke was beginning to figure that out.
As she learned, as well, straps and dildos weren't the only things they were happy to use on her.
Just the night before? Clarke had ended up with a butt plug in her ass and a vibrator in her cunt, rubbing and vibrating against her clit as it penetrated her.
Helena, Natasha, Carol, Mari and Pepper had agreed to put them there, and they were in control of the remote that made the vibrator go faster.
That was what Clarke was subjected to all of last night. Again, she honestly could say that she would happily do it again. None of her mates would have to force her. If they made it feel the way they made it feel last night? She didn't care.
At the moment, she was somewhat preoccupied.
Preoccupied, riding Carol's fingers, hands gripping the counter as Carol crudely fingered the fuck out of her.
Her body wasn't being restrained in any way, even if she knew that that in no way meant that they were going to listen to her if she chose not to consent.
She felt the eyes of her other mates in the room, staring at her, watching hungrily.
The others; Helena, Dinah, Natasha, Yelena, Maria, Niylah and Felicia.
As Clarke rode Carol's fingers, she could feel her next orgasm built and she moaned as she went over the edge, hearing Carol coo to her, "That's right, little girl, come for your mommy."
The tender, cooing words of encouragement forced Clarke into her next climax and orgasm and she rocked her hips, humping the older woman's fingers and she moaned as she felt herself clenching around Carol's fingers. She dropped, but the demons caught her before she could hit the floor.
Knowing that Clarke had more strength left in her, both Clarke and the demons in the room knew that they weren't done with Clarke yet.
They carried Clarke to the bedroom, placed her down onto the bed, and Clarke heard a soft crackling noise, and knew that one of the demons had just summoned something.
She looked up weakly, and gasped, seeing that Natasha had a silicone strap-on fixed to her front, and shivered, when she felt Natasha grab her ankles, spreading her legs apart, the head of the redhead's strap right at Clarke's entrance.
Clarke moaned, unable to keep herself from arching her naked body up, her cunt pressing up against the tip of the strap, the tip just about to slide into her.
Natasha smirked as she watched Clarke close her eyes, her back arching. She watched as Clarke's cunt pressed up against the strap, the tip of it almost beginning to enter her.
"Eager, are we, sladkiy?" Natasha purred, speaking the Russian word for, "sweet one."
Clarke nodded. "Please," she moaned, trying to get Natasha to thrust into her.
Clarke was being held down by Carol, Niylah, Dinah, Yelena, Maria, Felicia and Helena. Carol's mouth went to Clarke's neck as Clarke arched up against the toy, her mouth sucking at the skin of the nape of Clarke's neck. Helena had her mouth around Clarke's left breast, sucking it. Maria had her mouth around Clarke's right breast, sucking. Yelena was sucking and biting occasionally at Clarke's stomach, Felicia and Dinah had their mouth just inches from Clarke's cunt, glancing up at Natasha, just waiting for Natasha's nod, Natasha's permission for Felicia to start sucking on Clarke's clit and for Dinah to start licking Clarke's vulvae, as Natasha slid the toy into their prey. And Niylah opened up her shirt, and was leaning down, her breasts, which she had made sure had milk in them, she brought close to Clarke's mouth, pushing her right nipple into Clarke's mouth, making Clarke drink Niylah's milk.
Clarke moaned into Niylah's breast as she drank the milk. And then, and only then, did Natasha nod to Felicia and Dinah, thrusting her strap all the way into Clarke.
Clarke let out a muffled shriek into Niylah's breast as she arched up off of the bed, the toy all the way inside her now and Natasha pulled out and thrust back in, predatorily grinning.
Both of them smirking, Dinah and Felicia instantly went to work. Felicia wrapped her mouth around the top of Clarke's clit and sucked hard. Dinah placed her tongue on Clarke's vulvae and licked all around it.
Clarke howled into Niylah's breast, as she was overstimulated, the bottom of her clit being stroked again and again by Natasha's toy, the top part of her clit being sucked on ruthlessly by Felicia, and Dinah licking her vulvae, stroking her tongue along, sent Clarke quickly over the edge again and she screamed as Niylah's milk poured down her throat and she came.
But Natasha, Dinah and Felicia didn't stop.
They sucked, licked and thrust again and again and again.
Soon, Clarke came another forty times.
Then the demon women alternated. Natasha unbuckled the strap-on she had on, with the strap still buried in Clarke, and allowed Niylah to buckle the strap-on on herself. Yelena replaced Felicia at Clarke's clit and Maria replaced Dinah at Clarke's vulvae.
Dinah replaced Niylah, placing her left nipple into Clarke's mouth and having the young blonde, drink Dinah's milk.
As Niylah began to thrust into Clarke, her hips going smoothly and tenderly, Yelena sucking at Clarke's clit and Maria lapping her tongue at Clarke's vulvae, sent Clarke into a new orgasm.
And they kept on going.
When they alternated after the next forty times, Dinah buckled the strap to herself, Carol sucked on Clarke's clit, Felicia began licking at Clarke's vulvae and Natasha fed Clarke her milk, holding Clarke's head to her breast, and placing her right nipple into Clarke's mouth and Clarke inevitably began sucking the milk out.
They took her again and again and again.
When the sun began to set, which was after about a hundred and twenty more climaxes and orgasms they tore out of Clarke, they finally stopped, knowing Clarke was going to pass out soon.
They themselves, were beginning to feel their stamina fade.
Natasha was back with the strap-on buckled to her, and she was thrusting into Clarke several more times, being as slow and sensual as possible as she did it.
She could hear Clarke giving a strained, broken cry, as she arched up and came again, clenching around the toy yet again. "That's right, tender love," Natasha cooed, her hands stroking over Clarke's inner thighs and squeezing them as her thrusts became stronger, "Come for all of your mommies."
Clarke screamed weakly again around Carol's nipple, as she came, her body at last becoming totally limp and they could feel her unconsciousness beginning to hold.
As soon as Clarke began to drift off into sleep, Natasha smiled and pulled the toy out of Clarke's cunt, making Clarke, very much unconscious, make a small moan.
Natasha made the toy disappear and the other demons around the bed all leaned down and laid gentle kisses to Clarke's forehead and neck.
They would never have sex with her while she was asleep. They honestly didn't understand the purpose of "somnophilia."
For some reason, it got a lot of people off. They didn't understand it.
And a lot of people also did it because they thought, somehow, it was a turn-on for the person they were having sex with in that person's sleep, would like it. How could anyone, who cared about their partner, be happy, knowing that the person they wanted to pleasure, wasn't conscious enough to understand what was being done?
Helena grabbed the blankets and pulled them over Clarke's body, and they curled around her on the bed, some of them hovering in the air above the bed and they slept.
In the morning, after the demons had made sure Clarke arranged a social meeting with Wells and Callie, the next day, and as soon as Clarke was finished contacting Wells and Callie, the demons had practically immediately pounced.
Clarke was bent over the dining room table, Yelena, Felica and Maria stroking and groping their hands all over Clarke's breasts and sides, Clarke's arms were magically bound behind her back, Natasha, Dinah, Carol and Niylah worked Clarke's pants down, and Helena thrust her fingers right into Clarke's cunt, fingering the blonde and stroking her thumb against the blonde's clit.
Clarke cried out against the smooth table as she pumped her hips instantly against Helena's probing and thrusting digits.
Helena used her other hand to spank Clarke's ass five times, curious. And she smirked when she saw Clarke buck her hips against the dark-haired demon's hand, in response. Then again, Helena knew she shouldn't be startled. Clarke did after all, like butt plugs being inside her, just like she liked every other toy the demons had used, being inflicted upon her.
Seeing Clarke's reaction to Helena's several swats to Clarke's ass, Carol licked her lips. She said, "Dinah, Niylah, the two of you, spread her ass cheeks."
Clarke heard the words, but when she felt her ass cheeks being spread, it was still a shock for her. And when she felt a tongue thrust into her asshole, knowing it was Carol's hungry tongue, she cried out louder, her hips bucking harder against Helena's fingers.
Helena laughed as she still fingered Clarke and Dinah snickered, squeezing one of Clarke's ass cheeks. Helena chuckled as her fingers twisted inside Clarke, "See how wanton you are, darling? You know that your mommies don't deserve such a goddess as our mate. We know we're monsters. We know you deserve better."
Clarke moaned, her mind vaguely able to process Helena's words. She didn't understand them, however.
What did Helena mean by that? Hadn't they done everything for her?
She tried to formulate enough will to ask what Helena meant, but then Carol tunneled her tongue deeper into Clarke's asshole and Helena fingered Clarke harder and deeper and Clarke screamed, her eyes rolling up into her head as her vision became white.
Clarke was fucked again and again several more times by the demons and after they all magically cleaned themselves, Natasha, Dinah, Carol, Helena, Yelena, Niylah, Maria and Felica all settled Clarke down onto the couch between them, arms wrapped around her waist and hands stroking along her bare inner thighs as they held her.
Clarke lay her head against Natasha's breasts, feeling sweat going down the back of her neck.
Her eyes then settled on Helena. "What did you mean by that before, Helena?" She asked quietly, "About me deserving better?"
Clarke felt Helena's surprise, but then she heard the thoughts of Helena, and of the others and she stiffened up, mouth dropping at what she heard.
They loved her and would do anything for her. But they believed that she deserved so much better than them, because while for demons, when they raped, it was for very different reasons from humans, Clarke's mates understood that Clarke was raised in a world where rape was in general, considered to be only about power, only about the need to hurt someone else, only about causing pain or only about the person forcing themselves on someone, being satisfied and not caring what happened to the victim, so, they believed they had hurt Clarke irreparably by doing what they had done.
Clarke reached to the arm around her waist, which was Natasha's and squeezed it, her other arm going out and wrapping around a startled Helena, bringing the dark-haired demon close to her.
"Don't think stuff like that," Clarke insisted, "I want all of you, okay? I'm glad you did it." She mentally showed them how much she loved what they had done to her, how much she had come to trust them in such a short amount of time, what she felt for them.
She then leaned forward and kissed Helena. Helena gasped against Clarke's mouth, and Helena then moaned quietly, as Clarke began to stroke her tongue against Helena's.
Helena almost whimpered, wrapping her arms around Clarke.
Clarke didn't understand how they couldn't realize what they had done for her and how much she enjoyed what they did, how much it healed her.
In fact, there was a fantasy that she'd had, since the first time they had gangraped her, a fantasy in which she was tied naked to one of their thrones, with her arms bound behind her back and behind the back of the throne, her legs bound apart, and being unable to do anything, while each of these demons took turns, eating Clarke out against her will, not listening to her pleas, as each of them overstimulated her repeatedly with their mouths.
Clarke couldn't help it and she suddenly realized that she'd thought about the fantasy and now, the demons with her knew.
She watched as Helena's eyes widened as she kissed Clarke and Clarke shivered, hearing the intrigued words around her from the other demons.
"My, my," Maria said, "What an inventive mind you have, beloved."
Clarke whimpered quietly into Helena's mouth as she kept stroking her tongue against Helena's. Oh, boy. What had she just gotten herself into?
The demons didn't act on the fantasy that Clarke had. Not for a few days.
It was when Clarke came back from a dinner outing with Wells, Callie and some of the new friends she'd made, that the demons acted.
When Clarke got back to the cottage, locked up and put her things away, the surroundings around her shifted and she gasped, feeling herself being pulled back, being pulled out of the world where she was standing, and suddenly, the world she was standing in, was the demon world, and she was in the palace where she had first met the demons that were her mates.
Clarke faced her mates, startled. They were all around her, smirking. Clarke had a good idea of where this was going. However, she hadn't exactly realized how it was going to go. That was, until Clarke's clothes magically disappeared again and she was suddenly lifted carried gently to one of the thrones, her arms behind the back of the chair, with those velvet soft ropes around her again and her legs tied wide apart, her cunt completely open and exposed.
Clarke gasped, feeling the ropes wind around her middle and feeling them wind around her breasts too.
She then yelped when she felt one loop around her head, gagging her. Effectively, she was in a very similar position as the first time she'd been brought to the palace.
The blonde was yet again, in a powerless position, with her legs widely spread. And several hungry predators all around her, ready to pounce.
Clarke whimpered against the rope, already knowing she wouldn't even be able to hold out for a second, already feeling herself getting wet.
And her mates all closed in on her.
Each of them got up to where the throne was, where Clarke was bound, and each of them went to their knees, lowering themselves, till their mouths went to Clarke's pussy.
And Clarke could do nothing, except scream against the rope gag in her mouth, as all three Melina, Helena and Maria put their mouths on her.
Melina's mouth went to Clarke's clit, wrapped her mouth around it and sucked. Maria thrust her tongue all the way into Clarke's cunt. Helena slid her tongue out and swiped it all around Clarke's vulvae.
Clarke howled, sky-blue eyes rolling back up into her head as she shook against her bindings, hips unwillingly bucking into the mouths of her three assailants.
Swirling her tongue around, and chuckling at Clarke's lack of control, the three mates that were kneeling, looked up at Clarke, watching with endless love and devotion, adoring Clarke's beautiful body as she arched into their mouths.
Helena, Melina and Maria's mouths and tongues worked their magic, till Clarke screamed, bucking her hips and coming into their mouths. As she slowly tried to recover, Melina, Maria and Helena, didn't give her the chance to and started licking and sucking again, making Clarke gasp and buck her hips again.
After Melina, Maria and Helena had made Clarke come over fifteen times, they got up and moved away from the throne where Clarke was sagging helplessly her pleasure still spilling out of her, and this time, all three Pepper, Felicia and Niylah kneeled down in front of her, moving in with their mouths.
Clarke tried to protest, trying to mumble against the gag, that it was too much and that she couldn't again.
Her mind, she knew, certainly was screaming that.
But of course, none of the three women between her legs were going to listen, were they?
All three women dove in, their mouths and tongues going to work.
And Clarke, who previously had been pleading them to stop, could only arch back against the throne she was bound to, and lay her head back, eyes rolling up into the back of her head, howling into the gag as she could feel more climaxes approaching.
As she felt Niylah's tongue in her, Pepper's mouth on her clit and Felicia's tongue against her vulvae, the newest climax and orgasm hit Clarke hard, so hard.
She screamed against the gag, eyes closing as tears came, the rush of it so, so intense.
Pepper, Niylah and Felicia worked her over fourteen more times.
Finally, they moved away, but as Clarke trembled, sweating profusely in the throne, she knew that it wasn't over. Far from it.
Soon, all three Dinah, Yelena and Wanda kneeled down before her and began using their mouths and tongues on her.
Dinah sucked at Clarke's clit and Yelena licked along Clarke's vulvae and Wanda's tongue entered Clarke softly.
They made her scream and come, over fifteen times, before moving away themselves.
Then Carol, Brunnhilde and Mari kneeled down and started using their mouths on Clarke's cunt.
They brought Clarke to orgasm over fifteen times, Clarke finally beginning to cry, tears spilling from her eyes.
Carol, Brunnhilde and Mari moved back and the rope around Clarke's mouth was pulled out, making her gasp.
Clarke was trembling, sweating and crying, and Natasha, who had taken the rope out, smiled lovingly down at Clarke, and opened up her shirt, placing her right nipple into Clarke's mouth. Clarke tried to pull away from Natasha's breast, but Natasha's hand held her there keeping Clarke from getting away from her, and Natasha's milk spilled out into Clarke's mouth.
Clarke moaned against Natasha's breast, feeling the milk slide down her throat, the headspace that she went into whenever she was given this much love and care, inevitably beginning to swallow her up.
As Natasha breastfed Clarke, all three Tora, Beatriz and Sigrid kneeled down and began applying their mouths on Clarke's cunt. They licked and sucked, making Clarke scream into Natasha's breast, her eyes rolling up in her head, tears still coming from the overstimulation.
Her climaxes and orgasms tore through Clarke over fifteen times, making her sag again against the throne.
After Natasha finished feeding Clarke milk from her other breast, Beatriz, Sigrid and Tora moved away from between Clarke's legs.
Natasha smirked, moving her breasts from Clarke's mouth and she began to kneel down between Clarke's legs, as did Hela and Diana.
"Our turn now," Natasha purred, as she, Hela and Diana dove forward, Natasha's mouth wrapping around Clarke's clit, Diana's tongue entering Clarke's entrance and Hela's tongue licking at Clarke's vulvae.
The almost sharp, intense surge of pleasure, fired through Clarke, making her arch against the throne, screaming loudly, her eyes rolling up into her head as the overstimulation shot through her.
Her mind was gone now, taken over completely by bliss and desire.
As she arched into Natasha, Diana and Hela's mouths, Wanda stepped over, undid her shirt, and pushed the nipple of her right breast into Clarke's mouth, her milk spilling into Clarke's throat.
"It's okay, little girl," Wanda cooed, "Your mommies have you."
As Natasha sucked harder and Hela licked along Clarke's vulvae some more and Diana twisted her tongue inside Clarke, Clarke let loose a harsh moan into Wanda's breast, as her new climax and orgasm ripped her apart.
Clarke continued moaning in that manner against Wanda, eyes rolling, as climax and orgasm after climax and orgasm, tore through her.
When at last, Clarke passed out, fed and fucked endlessly, the demons undid the ropes around her, freeing her from the throne, and Hela lifted herself up, scooping Clarke up off of the throne and carrying her out of the throne room.
They got to the bedroom and laid Clarke down on the bed there, pulling blankets over her body.
Natasha summoned a glass full of water and pressed it to Clarke's lips and poured the water down Clarke's throat.
Clarke would be awake in a few hours.
The eighteen demons watched Clarke sleep, smiling.
Their beloved was theirs now. And now, she wanted what they could give her.
That fantasy she'd had of being bound to the throne and being eaten out over and over again, which they had happily given to her, proved that she was beginning to accept their love.
They would give her everything soon enough. After she'd made her friends in the human world, they'd bring her to the demon world to permanently live in.
She would marry them, be their queen.
They would give her everything. Their love, pleasure, a kingdom, endless armies, and yes, families, as well.
They would introduce Clarke to the family that she was meant to be with, Clint, his mate, Laura and their children, who would be Clarke's respective family, from now on.
And Billy and Tommy, Wanda's sons, would be Clarke's children.
All eighteen predatory demons smiled down at their little girl.
She was theirs completely. But they knew there was still one more thing. If Clarke decided she wished to punish them? They would in seconds, do as she ordered.
"You know," Diana said, hearing the thoughts of the others, "We will eventually have to tell her about the 'Clerdival.'"
"We know," Yelena said dryly, right hand reaching out and gently stroking the back of it against the right side of Clarke's face.
The 'Clerdival,' was a form of judgment, which would be passed or not from the demon who was raped by their mates, onto the mates that had committed the rapes.
Rape was a very important matter in the demon world. And while it certainly was only used in the demon world for one or more demons to show their love and devotion to their mates, it didn't change that even in the demon world, there were strict laws about it.
If a demon ever committed rape as a way of hurting someone else, automatically, that demon was punished severely.
But between mates, and when the rape was only an act of love and devotion, there was still a law in place.
If the recipient of the rape had felt they were wronged in any way by the demon or demons that had raped them, they got to unleash the punishment on the perpetrators themselves.
It was mandatory for all demons in this world. Even if the rape was done out of love? the person who'd been the recipient of the rape, would be asked if they suffered in any way, and if the recipient felt that they had been, the council overlooking the Clerdival, would hand the recipient a knife, meant to hurt demons, and would be allowed to cut into the perpetrators for as many times as they wanted.
It didn't matter what the context was, rape was taken extremely seriously in the demon world, unlike the human world.
The demons that were Clarke's mates, didn't fear Clarke using that knife on them.
They wouldn't begrudge her for it, wouldn't be angry at her for it and weren't afraid of her using the knife on them.
They would accept it fully.
If Clarke suffered in any way, or wished to hurt them for how helpless they had made her, they would accept every slash with that knife she was to possibly give them.
Demons could not be harmed permanently, but the knife had magic in it that it would allow demons to experience pure pain when they were slashed into.
And the demons that were Clarke's mates, would accept every slash, happily. Everything they had done to Clarke, had been out of love and devotion. But it didn't change that they had taken Clarke's choice away, completely and utterly.
Clarke, after a few hours, mumbled and woke up, yawning.
The demons watched her, as always, with absolute adoration and love.
Clarke wiped the tiredness from her eyes, and looked around her. Seeing the other demons in the room, Clarke, instinctively, wrapped her blanket around her naked body.
This action caused several of the demons to wince.
The things they did to Clarke, still caused her to feel some fear. That hurt.
"How are you feeling, my love?" Natasha asked, smiling at Clarke.
Clarke shrugged, keeping the blanket around her like a shawl, her blonde hair tucked under some of it.
"It felt really good," she said, "I…," she looked at the demons calmly, "You give me everything that I could possibly want. I just thought about what I wanted you to do to me, and you did it."
Clarke might have been frightened of her mates, somewhat, still, but she understood that they always knew exactly what it was that she needed.
"Clarke," Diana said, "There's something we need to tell you. At some point, the different councils in our world, will want to meet with you."
Clarke looked at her mates, confused.
"For what?" She asked.
She saw a few images in her mates' minds and her eyes widened at the violence she saw.
She shook her head. "What the hell?" She asked, "I'm not going to fucking cut any of you or anything like that."
Natasha chuckled, "Well, we're glad to hear that. But it won't change that the council will want to know."
Clarke shivered. "Why would they want to know if I'd want to hurt any of you like that?" Clarke asked, disturbed.
Natasha and the others allowed Clarke to see some of their thoughts about the reasons behind why the council would expect her to do that.
Clarke looked at her mates, comprehending.
"Because even if you're taking care of me," she said, "I still decide whether or not you get punished?"
"You are the one who was assaulted," Diana explained, "Every time we've raped you, it's been out of love. Out of the desire to please you and make you happy. To make sure you know how much we love you. But it doesn't change that we still raped you. That your consent has never mattered to us. And if you have suffered at all, then it is you that deserves to wield that knife against us, if you wish to."
Clarke still, looked very disturbed by this prospect and shook her head.
"I'm not going to," she said quietly.
Natasha still smiled at Clarke lovingly. "We're glad to hear that," she said, "But you still have time. You don't need to decide now. You can decide when the time comes. When the council eventually come to us and ask for your presence? You can decide then. Whatever you decide, we will accept completely and respect your choice."
Several of the demons; Natasha, Diana, Wanda, Mari, Yelena and Dinah, sat down on the large bed, next to Clarke, their thoughts gently reassuring her.
Clarke was uncertain about all this and still honestly frightened about the vast difference between how rape was treated in this world, next to how it was treated in the human world.
And that rape was a form of showing someone's mate their love and devotion.
When Clarke was raised in a world where rape was treated as something only to be used as a weapon, and then when such a crime was put on trial in the human world, it was never taken seriously, clearly the idea that the demon world treated rape in all cases, seriously and that rape was only a way of pleasuring someone and giving another person their love, was an immense change for Clarke.
Clarke shook her head, as she heard the thoughts from the other demons, telling her about how it was a ceremony for all demons, whenever rape was involved.
"I'm not going to," Clarke insisted, and did the unexpected, lifting herself up off of the bed for a second, sitting down on Natasha's lap, causing the redhead's eyebrows to jump up as her expression changed to one of delight and she wound her arms around Clarke's waist. Clarke regarded Natasha.
"I'm not going to," she repeated, "I don't want to. You've done nothing but love me."
Clarke rested her head against Natasha's chest and blissfully, Natasha rested her head against Clarke's head, smiling.
Wanda and Dinah both leaned forward, Wanda resting her head against Clarke's left shoulder and Dinah resting her head against Clarke's back.
They didn't speak a word from their mouths, but Clarke heard their thoughts. She heard the single thought from each of them, and felt the emotions that were contained in that thought.
The thought was, (We love you, Clarke. So much.)
Clarke closed her eyes, feeling safe. Safer than she'd ever felt in a very, very long time, even if some part of her feared the pleasure they gave her without her consent.
She didn't know if this was Stockholm syndrome, or some weird demon instinct thing for her. Or both.
But if Stockholm syndrome was in any way involved, and this was how it felt?
Then Clarke didn't want it to end, ever.
Maybe that was a sign that she was damaged, beyond repair, in fact, it probably was. But she knew that she wouldn't give this up for anything, not now, not ever.