Chapter 17-Temptation
Looking through the trunk of seemingly endless old papers, Clarke honestly couldn't say that she'd found out more about her family's history, outside of the letter she had found by the murderous Marcel Lavigne.
Her great-great-great uncle.
But besides that, she didn't find anything that might be worthwhile, save for finding a paper that was a letter from Hugo Lavigne to the killers he had hired in hopes of getting rid of the vampires who his family was indebted to. And well, how'd that end for Hugo Lavigne?
But one thing caught Clarke's attention. At the bottom of the letter that Hugo had sent out to the hired killers, was a family sigil that she recognized.
It was that symbol that she'd found in that box. The hunk of metal, with wings spread at its side and with spiked maces.
When Clarke had asked why it was different from the sigil that Marcel Lavigne had used in his letter, Maria had explained. The symbol that Clarke was looking at, on Hugo Lavigne's letter was the proper Lavigne sigil, apparently.
But after Marcel had decided he was going against his brother, he had ditched the Lavigne symbol and had created his own sigil. That was why the sigil on Marcel's letter to his brother, was so different from the sigil that Hugo Lavigne used. Because it wasn't the actual Lavigne sigil.
That made sense.
When Clarke decided to discard trying to discover anything further about her ancestors, through the papers in this trunk, she huffed. "Well," she said, "Can't find anything else. Screw it."
She then looked out the closest window, at the sky, and was honestly startled by what she saw. The sun was already lowering in the sky.
Needless to say, she'd been at searching through this trunk for a while now.
She'd taken note of the vampires occasionally bringing her a glass of water, which she'd down fast, or would offer to bring her some cookies or something with sugar in them to keep her alert.
But she hadn't realized just how much time had passed.
"Startled by it being sunset already, Clarke?" Sylvie asked, chuckling, "You were focused on your task for a while."
"Yeah," Clarke confessed, "No kidding." Her eyes widened when her stomach announced that it certainly had noticed the long passing of time.
It growled loudly, apparently, upset that it hadn't been fed soon.
Clarke grumbled, looking down at her stomach, "And I need food now."
Shayera and Mari both laughed.
"Of course, you do, love," Natasha said, "We'll get you food. If you'd like. We can make some."
Clarke shook her head, lifting her head up. As funny as it would be, for these vampires to be tending to her like servants, it didn't change that she didn't want to be dependent upon them.
"No thank you," she said quickly, "I can get food myself. In the pantry or in the cupboards."
She made her way past the vampires and went to the kitchen area, before any of them could say anything, reached up to the cupboards, opened them up and pulled out the nearest can of food.
Clarke turned the can in her hand, and inspected the label.
She'd hit the jackpot when she'd grabbed for a random can.
It was a ham and split pea soup can.
She set the can down, grabbed a can opener from the drawer, opened up the can, grabbed a pot, placed it onto the stove, started the flame up under the pot and when the can was opened completely, she dumped what was in it, into the basin of the pot.
She glanced back at the vampires after she was done, as if saying to them silently, "see? I can take care of myself."
Natasha, Dinah, Maria and Mari just nodded, and got a glass, a bowl, a spoon and some napkins, placing them all out onto the table, for Clarke to use.
A paltry replacement action for getting food ready for Clarke, but they figured it was better than nothing.
Sylvie went to the fridge, asking what Clarke wanted to drink.
Clarke was hesitant to answer, since she didn't want to give these women any reason to do things for her, but she just said, "Water's fine."
Sylvie nodded, closing the door and grabbing the glass off of the table and filling it with water, placing it back onto the table next to the bowl.
Shayera inspected the clock on the wall. The time was still early, even if it was beginning to get dark out.
She made this quiet observation to the other vampires and Wanda said, smiling at Clarke, "There are more than a few hours before it's bedtime. Do you want to watch anything before going off to bed?"
Clarke glanced at Wanda, startled.
She hadn't expected such an offer, and for a moment, she thought of declining.
But a second later, she nodded, supposing that that wasn't such a bad idea. It certainly would give her a distraction.
"Yeah, okay," Clarke said, nodding, "That actually sounds good."
There was a TV in the main room. And there was a DVD player there too. And while Clarke tended to watch things on her laptop, for a large group, it would require her to connect an HDMI cable from her laptop to the back of the TV in the main room.
That was fine. Clarke had packed for the possibility of trying to play something on a bigger screen.
And she had several DVDs packed away, and had access to wifi-so, she had access to a lot of different platforms for media.
She probably would find something on Netflix or on one of the other platforms.
When the soup in the pot was beginning to boil, Clarke switched off the flame, pulled the pot off of the stovetop and carried the pot to the bowl on the table.
She tilted the pot to the right, the soup going into the bowl. She brought the pot back to the stovetop and placed the pot down, then went to the table and sat down in front of the bowl.
The vampires did as they had done before; that was, moving away from the table, so that they could give Clarke her space.
They would ask what Clarke wanted to ask later, when she was finished with her food.
Shuffling off to the side, as Clarke began to eat, Wanda, Natasha, Mari, Shayera, Dinah, Helena, Carol, Brunnhilde, Sylvie, Maria, Yelena, Melina and Felicia started talking to each other quietly.
"It's clearly going to be longer before we convince her to let us turn her," Melina stated in a tone that was just as a matter of fact, "Perhaps we should turn her now."
"Melina," Natasha said, voice disapproving.
Melina's eyebrows lifted up. It was rare when Natasha called Melina "mama," but Melina strongly preferred her adoptive older daughter call her that.
Dinah then said, "If we turn her soon, since she doesn't seem to like what we did to Manchester, with the Westview project, maybe we should just get it over with and let her feel the bond as soon as she sees us, after we turn her."
Several of the vampires considered it. Before, it had sounded like a bad idea to at least half of them.
But if Clarke was going to keep resisting? Maybe they should just turn her.
The way the bond between vampires worked? As soon as someone was a vampire and saw their mate? The bond would enact and the bond would cause the newly turned vampire to be just as in love with the other vampire as the other vampire was with the newly turned vampire.
It would be easy to do it, wouldn't it? To sire Clarke against her will. And she would be theirs. And no one else's.
But wouldn't she get angry?
Clarke was being extremely willful right now.
How would they convince her that she meant everything to them and they had only turned her so that she could be happy with them?
What could this life offer her, except people who would lie to her, mistreat her and abandon her?
But they all feared the anger they might receive as a result, from Clarke, should she not forgive them.
Even if she loved them as soon as she was turned, it didn't mean that she might not resent them for what they did to her; turn her against her will.
That was what happened when people were sired and made into vampires, without their consent.
Resentment tended to grow.
After Clarke had eaten up all her soup and drank the glass of water, bringing everything to the sink and putting them in, she turned from the sink and faced the vampires.
"So," she said, knowing just how ridiculous it was that she was about to state something so normal, when addressing a bunch of vampires and knowing something as insane as her family being stalked by these vampires for centuries, "A movie, then?"
"If you'd like," Helena said, almost looking and sounding awkward.
Clarke shrugged. You know what? Why not?
It wasn't like she had anything better to do.
She got her laptop, set it up, and plugged the HDMI cable into the back of the TV, switched the TV on and changed the source from cable, to the HDMI option.
As some of the vampires began to sit down, Wanda asked if Clarke needed help with anything.
This time, Clarke answered, not out of anger or distrust, but because she knew she could handle it, "No, it's fine, thanks."
She set up found some random movie and they watched it, the vampires assuring Clarke that they were fine with it.
When Clarke sat down on the couch, between Wanda and Helena and Natasha and Mari, Clarke would watch the movie, then occasionally glance at the vampires around her, before looking back at the screen.
She then, after several batches of minutes went by, Clarke slowly looked at the different vampires around her.
As much as she wanted to hate these vampires, as much as she wanted to dislike them, as much as she wanted to be angry at them. But she couldn't help how her eyes trailed all along the different vampires; looking at their beautiful faces, their gorgeous bodies.
Clarke often would be repulsed by the objectifying of women from men or in some cases, women too.
But here she was, just as bad as them. Her eyes traveling all along these terrifying goddesses.
Clarke's thoughts began to become inventive, as the noise from the movie faded, thanks to her imagination.
She wondered what it would be like to straddle Dinah's thigh, grind against it and ride it until she came.
She wondered what it would be like, for these women to lift up off of the couch, pin her to the couch, tear her clothes off and take turns fucking her with their mouths and hands.
So lost in her thoughts was Clarke, that she only realized she was being looked at, when she began lifting her head and froze, when she met Wanda and Helena's eyes, watching as their smirked.
Clarke gasped, swallowing, suddenly realizing she'd been caught.
"Like what you see, devushka?" Clarke heard Natasha tease from behind her.
"You can tell us what it is you want, if you'd like," Dinah said, sounding amused.
Clarke still didn't face Natasha, Dinah or the other vampires.
But Wanda reacted.
She reached out and caused Clarke to gasp, when the vampire put her hands on Clarke's hips, lifting Clarke up off of the couch.
Clarke stared at Wanda, and honestly didn't expect it, when Wanda placed Clarke onto her lap.
Clarke gasped, leaning back against Wanda's chest, now on Wanda's lap. Clarke shivered when she heard Wanda whisper in her left ear, "It's okay, sweetie. You can stay right here." She grabbed Clarke's waist and pulled Clarke back, causing Clarke to rest her head against Wanda's bosom.
Clarke froze, when she heard a tearing sound of some sort. She heard something move along the fabric of the couch, and two dark things moved out into Clarke's view. Her eyes widened after looking over the two dark shapes and she gasped, realizing that it was Wanda's wings, moving out of Wanda's back and slipping out, to wrap around Clarke's body.
Clarke tried to move off of Wanda's lap, but Wanda grabbed Clarke and held her close. Wanda's wings closed in on Clarke, wrapping around her in an embrace, caging her in, as well.
Clarke gasped, shivering, even if the wings around Clarke made her warm, squirming against Wanda's arms and wings.
"Clarke," Wanda cooed, "You can't get away. Just relax. Shh," Wanda let out a deep purr, causing Clarke to shiver again, this time in delight more than fear.
She felt herself almost unwillingly rest against Wanda's front.
She said quietly, feeling calmer now, at the sound of Wanda's purring, "Let go…..," she closed her eyes, strangely forced to be calm.
She wondered vaguely, if this was how vampires put their victims at ease, before killing them. If they just let out purring sounds that were so soothing, that the victims just had to be calm enough to be killed.
Clarke knew that was a possibility, yet she couldn't prevent herself from melting against Wanda's body.
She felt Wanda press her face against Clarke's hair, breathing in the blonde's scent.
All of the other vampires smiled widely, as they watched Clarke snuggle against Wanda.
Clarke wondered if it was an animal instinct, which was stoked by Wanda's deep purring, or perhaps because she just was tired and wanted to be looked after, just like the vampires told her they wanted to do, but Clarke just stayed there. She wanted to just rest.
Clarke nuzzled into Wanda's neck, feeling the warmth from Wanda's flesh. Wanda's wings made her even more warm.
Even if she shouldn't feel safe, she did.
Clarke admittedly really was so tired.
Wanting to put her mother in jail, her father being murdered, worrying about revenge, worrying about repercussions.
She was just tired.
Clarke didn't care about the movie still playing. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be completely soothed and felt sleep begin to seep into her.
As Clarke began to sleep, Wanda and the other vampires' smiled widely, all watching Clarke hungrily.
In the background, a movie that the vampires all knew Clarke loved watching, the first Die Hard movie, reached the last few minutes, before the credits.
But the vampires were only paying attention to their sleeping mate.
Perhaps Clarke being angry at them for turning her, wouldn't be such a problem, after all.
Halfway across the city, a bus came to a stop right at the edge of the city. The door slid open, and a figure stepped down the metal steps, the black gravel pavement.
The figure was dressed in a buttoned down black shirt, black pants, black shoes. He was tall and slim. He was white, with hair that was very short and light brown. His eyes were dark blue. His cheekbones high and his nose round at the tip.
The man walked away from the bus and headed for a nearby café, which was lit up by a few lights on the roof of the café.
The man got to the café, seeing two people seated together, talking and eating their dinner. The man smirked.
He had found his dinner.
Soon, after the man and the woman finished their meal and paid the bill, they got up and left, heading down the road.
And the man followed them.
He peeled his lips back, his fangs beginning to slip out of his gums, and he grinned, getting ready to pounce, as soon as they reached the edge of a dark alleyway.
He would drain them. Have strength from draining them of their blood.
After he was finished, he would go to the manor. The house which his brother had ordered to be built up. The Lavigne manor.
And he would find his brother's descendant.
The young woman who was the mate of the many vampires, who had guarded the young woman's family for centuries, the family that his brother had married into, and he would….interfere in the vampire women's plans of turning the young woman.
Marcel Lavigne lunged, when the man and woman were near a dark alley, falling upon them, his fangs slicing into the man's throat first, his hand grabbing the back of the woman's neck and slamming her into the wall, to keep her from running, as he tore the man's throat open.
Marcel would take revenge on his brother, using his brother's descendent to do it.
And he would send for his coven soon, in a few hours time.
He could sense it, as he drained the couple he had captive, neither of these people could defend themselves. He realized that he could kill everyone here and they wouldn't fight.
It smelled and felt like someone had manipulated this place with magic.
Marcel grinned. He had heard of something like this happening before.
Westview.
Several hours had gone by.
It was early in the morning, around almost 6 in the morning, when Clarke snapped awake, tiredly looking around at the dark room of the house. She was lying down, she realized-lying against something soft.
She lifted her head, frowning, turning her head, and she gasped, seeing Wanda sleeping under her, on the couch. Clarke more or less, unknowingly, had slept on Wanda like the vampire was a bed.
Clarke quietly tried to move off of Wanda's body, but was prevented from moving, thanks to Wanda's wings.
"You don't need to remove yourself from her, Clarke," Mari's voice said, making Clarke tense, then looking around the room, searching for Mari, finding her quickly, sitting at the edge of the sofa to the left of the sofa where Clarke and Wanda were.
Mari and the other vampires were scattered around the room, watching her, almost seeming fascinated just at the sight of her.
Clarke swallowed, glancing back at Wanda again.
She gasped, startled, seeing Wanda awake, a smirk on the vampire woman's face.
"You're awake," Wanda acknowledged.
"So you've noticed," Clarke said quietly, "Um…Wanda, could you let me go? I need to go to the bathroom."
Wanda still smirked, but opened up her wings, allowing Clarke to slip off of her and go to the bathroom, if she wanted to.
When Wanda's wings were open, she pulled herself off of Wanda and dropped to the floor and walked to the bathroom.
When she got to the bathroom, and did what she needed to do, flushed, then washed her hands.
But she didn't at first return to the living room.
She slipped down to her rear, her knees tucked to her chest and her back to the door as she thought about what was happening.
She hated this, but she was sure that she was beginning to come around to these vampires, even if she told herself not to.
She knew she felt safe with them, even if she shouldn't.
She knew that they wouldn't hurt her. At least, not outside of turning her into a vampire, like them.
So, what did that mean? Now that her mother was for sure, going to end up going to prison for the rest of her life-most likely, the rest of her tormentors dead, her father would soon need to be permanently put to rest, her problems more or less were no longer present, save for her internal problems.
She could now more or less do what she wanted to do.
And that meant what? That she could have sex with the vampires that had mooned over her for literally centuries before she was even born?
There was something…..twisted and wrong about that. About someone being fixated on a person long before that person was even born. She was positive that it was twisted and amoral somehow.
But she couldn't say she knew exactly how, save for the age thing.
She breathed out softly.
And the thing was, she wasn't with anyone romantically or sexually now.
Murphy was dead. Anya had refused to remain involved in her life. And Finn most likely had long since moved on.
And Clarke, while she might have sexually been attracted to plenty of men and plenty of women alike throughout Manchester, she certainly hadn't focused on that. She'd only focused on her duty to putting her mother behind bars and getting justice for her father.
And now that that was no longer an issue?
She supposed she could do as she wished. And she wasn't sure she wanted any of the other young men or young women she'd seen around the city that she'd found herself being sexually attracted to.
She only felt like she wanted to be with the vampire women who had come into her life.
She knew she shouldn't be, but she was sexually attracted to all of them.
For now, regardless if she could figure out a way of getting away from them or not, maybe she could have fun?
Clarke sighed, getting up from the floor and lifted up to full height and turned to the door, opening it up and stepping through the doorway.
The living room was dark, but Clarke could vaguely make out the forms of the vampires within the room, thanks to what slices of light came in through the closed curtains of the windows.
She watched as the vampires smirk at her.
Wanda had sat up and now reached her right arm out, offering, her hand reaching out for Clarke, inviting.
Clarke thought almost about not taking Wanda's hand, but then she walked over to the couch and reached out, hand taking Wanda's hand.
Before Clarke could even move closer to Wanda, Clarke gasped when Wanda pulled Clarke forward, pulling Clarke onto her lap.
Clarke was soon on Wanda's lap again, again resting her head against Wanda's chest.
Wanda wrapped her wings around Clarke's body.
Clarke thought about what she had considered before. She supposed she could enjoy their company. While trying to find a way of getting out of this. And perhaps she could learn something from them. Learn information that might prove to be valuable to her.
At least, she hoped.
Clarke then turned her head to look at Wanda and leaned forward, deciding to take the orange-haired vampire by surprise.
She kissed Wanda deeply, and even I the dark, Clarke could make out Wanda's eyes widening.
She kissed Wanda on the lips, her tongue gently slipping into the vampire's mouth and stroking against Wanda's tongue.
Clarke heard a few gasps to the right of her and felt the gaze of all the other vampires upon her and Wanda.
Clarke's hands reached up and she cupped Wanda's face, stroking her right thumb against Wanda's left cheek.
Wanda remained startled for several moments, then she blinked and her arms wrapped around Clarke, as her wings had and held Clarke tight against her.
Wanda then closed her eyes and allowed Clarke to dominate the kiss, even if she easily could turn the tables.
She groaned into Clarke's mouth, content, feeling pleasure running all throughout her.
(Clarke…,) Wanda thought to herself, her heart which already was filled with love for the young woman, now felt flooded with even more love and desire.
Clarke and Wanda kissed each other deeply, till they both pulled away, Clarke because she needed air and Wanda because she knew Clarke needed air-unlike vampires.
Clarke gasped, smiling at Wanda and Wanda practically purred Clarke's name out.
Clarke said, not quite believing the question that left her, "Do you want to go upstairs to the bed and…?"
Clarke again could make out Wanda's eyes widening.
"You want to-?" Wanda asked, regardless of her age, unable to help the insecurity in her question.
Clarke nodded. "If you do," Clarke said.
Clarke was in seconds, gripped by her waist and lifted up off of Wanda's lap and carried by Wanda, across the room, heading to the stairs.
Clarke heard Yelena and Maria laugh.
"Good for you, Maximoff," Yelena guffawed, "Fuck her for the rest of us, alright?"
"Yelena," all three Dinah, Natasha and Melina groaned.
Clarke wished she could be angered over Yelena's comment, but she felt a chuckle exit from her at Yelena's lewd words.
Wanda chuckled behind Clarke as well, as the orange-haired vampire carried her up the stairs to the bedroom.
Clarke swallowed when they were on the second floor, feeling Wanda's smile on her.
Was she actually doing this?
Was she actually going to have sex with this woman? With this vampire?
She had no issue with having sex with women, of course. She supposed she should be more disturbed than she was over the vampire part, but she wasn't.
But the one thing she couldn't really wrap her brain around, was that she was going to have sex with the vampire woman that had taken part in stalking her family for centuries, controlling her family for centuries, and doing things that included murdering fifteen-year-old Andre Lavigne, to keep his father, Hugo Lavigne, in line.
A greedy part of Clarke's mind reminded her, (Well, wasn't that part centuries ago?)
Clarke actually almost groaned when she heard that thought from the dark recesses of her mind.
Because even if it was centuries ago, so what?
It didn't change that they had murdered a fifteen-year-old child to keep control of that child's father.
And she was about to sleep with one of that child's murderers.
She was also apparently, going to now sleep with one of her paternal grandparents' murderers.
Clarke for a second, thought about putting a stop to this, struggling or yelling-not that she'd be able to stop this vampire if Wanda decided to fuck Clarke against her will, but Clarke decided not to.
Whether it was to get information from Wanda, or to just feel sexual pleasure, which she hadn't experienced in a while, or both, Clarke knew that she needed this.
She was going to do this, even if this proved that she probably had the least amount of survival instincts out of anyone in the entire state of New Hampshire.
So, she didn't struggle or even make a peep, when Wanda carried Clarke off to the room, switching the lights on with her right elbow, placing Clarke down onto her back on the bed, Wanda stood over the bed and Clarke, her dark, huge batlike wings opening up, making Clarke shiver.
Wanda's soft, yearning smile as she looked down at Clarke, contradicted how threatening those wings appeared.
Wanda said unexpectedly then, "One moment, love, stay there."
She walked past the bed and Clarke watched her go into the bathroom of the room, and heard something plastic being moved and heard the faucet of the sink being switched on and something being filled with water, then heard the faucet being switched off.
Wanda walked back into the room and placed the glass full of water that she'd gotten from the bathroom, down onto the table next to the bed and nodded to it.
"You should drink some water before we begin," Wanda said.
Clarke again thought about not doing as Wanda instructed, but still, reached out, grabbed the glass and took a couple of gulps from it, then putting it back down onto the small table next to the bed.
Wanda said, smiling, "Good. Now, lie down."
Clarke hesitantly slowly laid down on her back as Wanda instructed.
Wanda walked back around to the foot of the bed, back to the position she'd been in before getting the glass of water.
Wanda then leaned down, hands gripping Clarke's shoes and pulling them off of Clarke's feet, then pulling Clarke's socks off.
As soon as those were off, Wanda then reached up and her hands went to Clarke's pants, pulling them off, and the vampire said, pausing before pulling more of Clarke's pants down, "We can stop, if you want. I will understand if you want to stop, sweetie."
Clarke swallowed but shook her head. "It's alright," she assured Wanda, "I want to do it."
Clarke couldn't believe it, but that wasn't entirely a lie, when she said it.
Wanda's smile widened and she went back to pulling Clarke's pants down. Clarke shivered, when the only thing that remained on her lower torso, was her underwear.
She hesitantly reached for the hem of her shirt but Wanda said, voice gentle, but commanding, "Don't, sweetie. Let me take care of it."
Clarke's hands stilled at her shirt, then lowered them to her sides, trying not to feel tense.
Wanda reached out for Clarke's shirt and began to lift it up along Clarke's upper body, over Clarke's head and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor.
Clarke was nude, save for her bra and underpants.
Wanda still watched Clarke with complete adoration on her face.
"Are you frightened, Clarke?" Wanda asked gently.
Clarke was worried about answering, because she didn't want this to stop, but it didn't change that yes, she was frightened.
"Nervous," she said, supposing it was as close as she could come to the truth.
Wanda nodded.
"Of course, sweetie," She said, "I understand, love. There's nothing to be scared of. We've all fed. And we'd never hurt you. How much do you trust me?"
Clarke again, was somewhat afraid to answer.
But as she thought about it, she knew that these women wouldn't do anything to hurt her specifically. Everyone else, sure. But not her.
This time, Clarke answered more confidently than before. She said, "I trust you enough not to hurt me."
Wanda looked happy at this, and said, lowering herself so that she was now crouched down on the foot of the bed, about to crawl up along Clarke's body, "Then trust me right now. Don't move."
Clarke was tempted to disobey; this time more out of nervousness than out of defiance, but she felt herself obeying, as Wanda placed herself over the blonde's body, hearing the thumping sounds of shoes being kicked off and Clarke realized that Wanda must have maneuvered her shoes off of her feet and onto the floor.
Clarke gasped, feeling her wrists being grabbed and pinned down by her head, Wanda pressing down and kissing Clarke on the lips.
Clarke moaned against Wanda, this time not being the one in control of the kiss.
After several more moments, Wanda pulled away and as Clarke gasped for breath, Wanda lowered her head and began to kiss and lick Clarke's neck, causing the blonde to whimper.
Wanda, as she kissed Clarke's neck, only released Clarke's left wrist to reach down and undo Clarke's bra, pulling the cups of the bra down.
Wanda's right hand went to Clarke's left breast and squeezed as she kissed and licked Clarke's neck, feeling Clarke shake under her.
Clarke moaned, her eyes closing as she felt the pleasurable sensations of her breast being played with and her throat being kissed.
She knew that on a logical level, she should have feared that there was a vampire right at her neck, kissing it.
But she knew she was passed that by this point.
She had never been good, she knew, at avoiding danger.
Whether it was because she'd wanted sex, so much so that she started had sex with less than good people, like Murphy, like Anya, and yes, like this vampire, too, or because she went against her own mother, who was in alliance with the Wallace family, an offshoot of a crime family, she'd never been good at avoiding danger.
So, she just arched up as Wanda nipped at the nape of Clarke's neck, her fingers twisting Clarke's nipple, bringing a weak moan out of the blonde.
When Wanda was satisfied by her attention to Clarke's neck, she moved down to Clarke's breasts, her hand still playing with one of Clarke's breasts, her head traveling down to Clarke's other breast, her mouth around Clarke's other nipple and sucking at it.
Clarke arched again, her hands clenching at the sensations.
She didn't know if Wanda was trying to get her to cum just from having her breasts played with, but it certainly felt like that was what Wanda was trying to do.
When Wanda sucked and nipped at Clarke's one breast and squeezed the other, Clarke cried out loudly, then Wanda released the blonde's breasts and traveled even further down.
Wanda kissed Clarke's stomach and gently bit it, but no fangs came out.
Wanda then grabbed Clarke's underwear and slowly pulled them down Clarke's legs, staring up at Clarke, waiting for Clarke to break out of her pleasurable daze and look down at her, which finally, Clarke did, a gasp leaving the blonde as she saw Wanda now between her legs.
As Wanda pulled Clarke's underwear all the way down, she nuzzled her face against Clarke's right inner thigh.
She felt Clarke shiver as she did.
Wanda smirked.
Wanda and all the other vampires, knew this young woman. Knew her better than anyone. Knew what this beautiful, brave, good and gentle young woman wanted, more than anyone knew.
Wanda breathed in the scent of what was between Clarke's legs.
Wanda growled in pleasure, grinning now, the scent from Clarke addictive.
Wanda gently bit Clarke's inner thigh, causing Clarke to gasp, then Wanda crawled up further between Clarke's legs, occasionally sucking and biting at each of Clarke's inner thighs.
Still keeping her eyes locked with Clarke's, Wanda hovered right above Clarke's cunt, her wings still spread out, lowering then, wrapping them around Clarke's legs, holding them apart, and as she did, as she had Clarke captive there, and as Clarke's arms lowered to her sides, Wanda grabbed Clarke's hands and pinned them to the bed, keeping them from possibly stopping Wanda from overstimulating the blonde with her mouth, and Wanda said in a low, husky voice, saying the words that she had always wanted to tell Clarke to Clarke's face, "I love you." Then Wanda lowered her face, mouth open, her mouth at Clarke's cunt, tongue pushing out, stroking it against Clarke's vaginal entrance, then raising her head up and stroking her tongue up all along Clarke's clit.
Clarke arched up in less than half a second, a scream shooting out of her mouth.
Below, in the living room, all of the vampires, grinned and chuckled hungrily, relishing at the sound their mate was making.
Author's note
Marcel, Jean Lavigne's brother has arrived. And at last, Clarke is making progress with at least one of her mates.