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Don't move
"Don't move," was the command that Natasha Romanoff gave to Clarke Griffin, her romantic partner soulmate, as she stood with her sister, Yelena Belova.
The younger Widow looked at Natasha, curiously, watching as Natasha gave Clarke her orders.
The three of them were in Natasha's bedroom and the doors were locked and the lights had been dimmed, to set the mood.
Clarke glared at the two older women, but did as she was told and stayed where she was, sitting on the metal chair that Natasha had instructed her to remain upon.
The metal chair where Clarke sat was in front of the bed.
Clarke glared at them, but stayed.
Natasha turned to Yelena and smirked at her. "You don't move either, Belova," she said, and Yelena nodded, her jaw tightening.
Natasha walked over to where Clarke was seated and she looked at Clarke intensely. She said coldly, eyes hard, "Don't move for what I do next, understand?"
Clarke nodded, fighting a grunt.
Natasha kneeled down, and reached out and began undressing the younger woman.
Clarke fought a whimper at Natasha's actions, heat and need shooting down to her groin.
Natasha eyed Clarke, smirking at the blonde, knowing already what was happening.
She could read Clarke so easily-but to be frank, she could probably read Clarke, even if she wasn't good at reading her lover, since it wasn't that difficult to figure out what was on Clarke's mind.
Clarke pulled herself off the chair, only enough for Natasha to maneuver Clarke's clothes off of Clarke's person.
When Clarke was fully undressed and Natasha dropped all of Clarke's clothing down onto the floor and turned to Yelena, nodding for the younger woman to come over and join them.
Yelena grinned and came over, her hungry green eyes going over Clarke's body.
Clarke shivered under Yelena and Natasha's gazes.
Natasha turned to Yelena. "Hold her wrists down," Natasha ordered.
Yelena did as Natasha instructed, though she scoffed at her sister, before doing as the redhead told her to do.
Yelena reached out and grabbed Clarke's arms, one hand on each of Clarke's wrists.
After Yelena took hold of Clarke, Natasha reached out and each hand went to one of Clarke's bare-naked breasts.
Clarke whined deeply as Natasha pinched both her lover's nipples, making Clarke shake in the seat already.
Natasha leaned down and kissed Clarke deeply, thrusting her tongue in and stroking it along Clarke's tongue.
She then pulled Clarke's tongue into her own mouth and sucking and Clarke moaned into Natasha's mouth as the seated, naked blonde already could feel herself getting deeply aroused.
Natasha tore her mouth from Clarke, hearing Clarke gasp desperately and leaned her head in, mouth going to Clarke's neck, sucking and biting all along the column of Clarke's throat, licking along the younger woman's neck and biting the connection between Clarke's neck and left shoulder.
"You know we love you, don't you, moya devushka?" Natasha asked, smiling playfully and the heated faced, godlike being nodded.
"And you know what to call us, don't you?" Natasha asked Clarke.
Clarke whimpered and nodded again.
"Well?" Yelena asked, smirking, "What do yah call us, baby?"
Clarke swallowed, shivering and looked at Natasha and Yelena. "Mommies," she said weakly.
Yelena and Natasha both grinned.
"Good girl," Natasha said, "And what's your safe word?"
Clarke snorted, though she knew that both older women would insist upon a safe word. "'Caramel,'" she said, thinking of one of her favorite desserts.
"Good girl," Natasha repeated, "Now, then, I think we can begin for real." She then looked to Yelena again, still grinning, "Yelena, use one of your hands on her pussy."
Yelena still grinned as she removed her right hand from Clarke's left hand and dropped down to between Clarke's legs, one finger after another, till three fingers inserted inside of Clarke's cunt, Yelena's thumb rubbing up against Clarke's clit over and over again as she did so.
Clarke groaned, gripping herself to the chair, shaking uncontrollably. Yelena stroked her thumb up along Clarke's clit, slowly and painstakingly torturously, as her three fingers from that same hand pumped in and out of Clarke's vaginal opening.
Clarke threw herself back against the chair, tilting her head back and screamed.
Her shrieks reached high heaven as Yelena fingered her over and over again and stroked Clarke's clit, as well.
Natasha grinned still and leaned forward, her mouth wrapping around Clarke's left nipple, sucking and biting, her left hand stroking and pinching at Clarke's right nipple.
Clarke shook and shuddered against the seat, crying out a screaming. After Natasha was done torturing Clarke's breasts, she eventually kneeled down in front of Clarke's legs, and leaned forward, picking Clarke's legs up off the seat, giving herself room as Yelena worked.
Natasha placed Clarke's legs over her shoulders, making Clarke's legs rest right on her shoulders.
"Clarke," Natasha called from where she kneeled, "Look at me, while I do this, malen'kiy devushka," Clarke shuddered and whimpered and shook, but somehow she willed herself to lift her head up and look down at where Natasha was and gasped, seeing Natasha down at her legs.
"Mo-mommy," Clarke whimpered.
Natasha grinned hungrily. "I love putting your legs over my shoulders like this," She said and began to move in. Clarke gasped weakly, as Natasha licked her lips, before leaning in and dragging her tongue along Clarke's clit.
Clarke bucked her hips up, more than she already had to meet Yelena's thrusts and strokes.
She rammed her hips up into Yelena's hand and Natasha's tongue.
"Please, please, please!" Clarke cried out, eyes rolling back into her head, eyes becoming dark, "Mommies! Mommies!"
The thing that had been coiling inside her, finally was torn loose and crashed into Clarke like a train as she humped Natasha's mouth and Yelena's hand, pumping her hips back and forth, eyes closing as her cum flowed out of her, all over Yelena's hand and Natasha's tongue and face.
Clarke rode out her orgasm, humping back and forth, moaning and crying out. As her hips began to slow down their humping, slowing down in her seat and Yelena finally released Clarke's cunt, pulling out of the younger woman and Natasha pulled back, licking Clarke's cum off her lips.
Natasha looked up at Yelena from where she kneeled, kissing Clarke's right leg and caressing the left one.
"Round two?" Yelena asked hopefully.
Natasha nodded. "Come down here," Natasha said nodding to Yelena.
Yelena kneeled down next to Natasha, the both of them turning back to Clarke's cunt, and began moving forward again.
Clarke didn't have time to recover. Yelena and Natasha spread Clarke's legs open more and they leaned in their mouths both going to Clarke's cunt.
Natasha's tongue thrust all the way inside Clarke's cunt, filling Clarke's cunt up with the redhead's tongue. Natasha's right hand went to Clarke's clit and stroked and flicked it over and over again and Yelena's mouth wrapped around the bottom of Clarke's clit, and her tongue thrust out, stroking along it brutally.
Clarke's shrieks tore out of her throat, coming out raw as she rode Natasha and Yelena's mouths and Natasha's fingers.
She rammed her hips back and forth fast, wildly and desperately as both older women devoured her.
Clarke screamed as she came a second time a few seconds later, blue eyes becoming dark with hunger.
Her cum rushed out right along Natasha's tongue and Clarke whimpered as she felt Natasha and Yelena both smirk against her cunt.
Her cum spilled out over both of her lovers as the climax and orgasm made their way violently through her and she braced again the chair again and again as she rode it out.
She eventually slumped against the chair gasping and shaking as Yelena and Natasha pulled away from her sex organs.
Both of them greedily licked their lips as they wiped Clarke's cum off of themselves.
"How are you feeling, moya dorogoy?" Natasha asked, smiling slyly at her and Yelena's beloved.
"I'm-I'm alright," Clarke panted, shaking weakly, "I-I'm okay. Promise."
Yelena chuckled.
"Are you ready to go again, malen'kiy?" Natasha asked playfully.
Clarke shivered at the offer.
She already knew the answer and she was positive that both Natasha and Yelena knew the answer.
Fuck, she knew that Natasha knew that.
Natasha knew fuck well what Clarke's sex drive was like.
"Ye-yeah," Clarke gasped, "I'm ready again."
Natasha smirked, and she got closer, picking Clarke's legs up and tossing them over her shoulders again and leaned in, stroking her tongue out and dragging it along Clarke's clit, and at the same time thrust two fingers, her middle and index finger into Clarke's pussy, thrusting in and out again and again.
Yelena stood up a little higher on her knees and began licking Clarke's clit, as well.
Again, Clarke started screaming and ramming back into the chair, hearing the metal of the piece of furniture begin to crack from how strong Clarke was, but it was only holding itself together because Clarke had been controlling her strength up till now.
Clarke howled in agonizing pleasure as she thrust her hips into Natasha and Yelena's mouths and Natasha's fingers again.
She thrashed her head back and forth, crying out as she felt more and more waves of pleasure cut through her, taking her and rushing through her, making her wildly thrash and buck out of control.
She gave another choked cry as she came again, her cum flooding out again, all over Natasha's fingers, and Natasha and Yelena's face and tongue.
Clarke then sagged against the chair again, crying out, her eyes almost black now, fangs sticking out.
Clarke shook as both Yelena and Natasha got their mouths off of the younger woman and Natasha pulled her fingers out of Clarke's cunt.
Natasha and Yelena both stood up to their full height and they looked hungrily down at her still as Clarke was splayed weakly, sweaty and panting in her seat.
"I think she's ready for the next round," Natasha said, smirking. Yelena looked at her curiously.
Natasha walked past Yelena and went to the dresser that belonged to her, opening up the top of the dresser.
And as soon as Clarke heard the opening of the top drawer of the dresser, her head lifted up, staring at Natasha opening the drawer.
Yelena grinned, having an idea of what Natasha had in store for their young romantic partner soulmate.
Much to Clarke's shock, anticipation, pleasure, nervousness and delight, Natasha had pulled out exactly what Clarke thought she was pulling out.
Natasha pulled out a long, thick dark green strap-on, with bumps all over it, and placed it on herself, pushing the other end into her own cunt, buckling the harness, and Natasha looked at Yelena. "Yelena," Natasha said, nodding to the drawer, "Come here and get one for yourself. We're double-dicking our little girl."
Clarke whined, squirming in the seat, heat already traveling back down to between her legs, her cunt and clit demanding attention again.
Yelena turned to Clarke, grinning. "Ooh," she said, "You like that idea, baby? The both of us fucking you with our cocks?"
Clarke nodded weakly. "Yes," she said, "Please."
Yelena chuckled and went over to Natasha as Natasha pulled out another strap-on. A big one, just as big and thick as the green one that Natasha had on her. And also had bumps all over it, since they knew Clarke loved that.
Yelena took the blue one that Natasha had handed to her and put the harness on her. Yelena gasped in pleasure when the other end was put in her, and she buckled the harness and then the two of them came towards where Clarke sagged.
"Clarke," Natasha commanded, "Get up."
Clarke looked up at her weakly and slowly got up from the seat and Natasha gestured to the bed behind the chair and Clarke nodded and slowly laid down onto her back on the bed, spreading her legs wide.
"Do you two want me to go on my side so you can fuck me from both sides?" Clarke asked hopefully.
Yelena had been expecting that to be the case, as well.
But that wasn't what happened.
Natasha said, "No, keep your legs open wide for us both. Your pussy is going to take both of your mommies' fat cocks, devushka, understand?"
Clarke let out a choked little whimper as she weakly nodded.
Natasha and Yelena walked closer to the bed, till they reached the foot of it. "Do you need to use your safe word, malen'kiy?" Natasha asked Clarke softly.
Clarke shook her head. "I'm okay," She promised Natasha, though her voice was choked, "Please continue, mommies, both of you. I need both of your cocks in me. Please."
"Don't worry, Clarke," Natasha purred, getting up on the bed and Yelena joined her, "Both your mommies will fuck you, exactly as your slut pussy needs to be fucked."
Clarke whined, feeling herself getting wetter by the second. She spread her legs even more, wanting to widen herself-wanting her lovers to ram their fake cocks into her pussy now.
"Look at her," Yelena said, chuckling, grinning, "She's so eager to be fucked like a little slut."
"Isn't she?" Natasha said, smirking.
Natasha looked at Yelena and said, "Get that container over on the nightstand table."
Yelena turned to look at where Natasha was looking. There was a nightstand table, and on top of it, there was a container with a blue top on it. It was a container of lube.
Yelena chuckled, knee walking to the nightstand table and picked the container of lube off the table and brought it over to Natasha. Natasha unscrewed the lid and began pulling wads of lube out of the tub and began layering her cock with the lube.
Clarke said quietly, "You know I can take both of you without lube, right?"
Natasha paused and looked down at Clarke. "We know that you could," she said, her eyes flashing with the hardness of green steel, "But you're not going to."
Natasha rubbed the lube all over her fake cock and handed Yelena the tub. Yelena sighed and took the container, pulling out wads of it and started covering her fake cock with the lube.
Yelena capped the container and put it back on the nightstand table, her and Natasha getting physically close again and lowered themselves between Clarke's legs.
The heads of their fake cocks reached Clarke's cunt and began sliding inside.
Clarke gripped the sheets and blankets under her as Natasha and Yelena both slowly adjusted themselves fully into Clarke and Clarke whined with all four discomfort, pain, pleasure and delight and they slowly pulled out of her, before thrusting back into her faster and faster.
Clarke's eyes rolled back into her head as her tongue hung out of her mouth, pleasure being the dominant sensation now, spreading throughout her body, hitting her hard, tearing throughout her body.
Clarke screamed as both fake cocks rammed into her again and again and Natasha and Yelena leered at Clarke as they took her again and again.
"We should do this more often," Yelena giggled, "I love fucking her like this."
Natasha grinned, catlike, nodding as she thrust into Clarke savagely. Clarke knew damn well that Natasha loved fucking her with the strap-ons-it was something that Natasha wanted to fuck her more and more and was going to-exactly like this.
Natasha and Yelena pulled their strap-ons back and thrust right back in at the same time inside Clarke's tight, soaking pussy, thrusting into her again and again hard, and Clarke arched off the bed and screamed as the next agonizing flood of ecstasy took her.
Author's note
This is supposed to take place long after a lot of the events in the movies.