Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC or The 100
Warnings for self-hatred and talk of murder, genocide and child death.
Wings
Wings. She was growing wings. At least, that was the X-rays said. Clarke had felt sick when she had learned of that. Clarke Griffin had long since acknowledged that she was a monster. That she was an oddity, no matter in which culture she lived with. The DNA that the scientists of SHIELD had looked at, the few strands of DNA from her blood that she had allowed them to see, they said was unlike any DNA they had seen. It didn't fit a demon's DNA, or the DNA of any of the alien races they had seen so far.
Clarke was no Kryptonian, and she was no Kree or Skrull. And she wasn't a Martian. Not one of Martian Manhunter's kind. She wasn't even one of the dreaded "white Martians." So, what was she? Clarke had no idea. She wished she knew, but she didn't know.
The thing was, she didn't need wings. She could fly all on her own. She could fire up into the air and fly without wings just as well as Superman and Supergirl could and as well as Carol Danvers could, and as well as Scarlet Witch could with her powers. And as well as the Green Lanterns could with their rings or as well as Thor could with his hammer.
Personally, Clarke couldn't care how well she could fly. She really couldn't. All she cared about was figuring out why the hell she was growing wings when she could fucking fly on her own?
This? This was even more proof. That she was a freak. A monster. A freak of nature.
Because why grow something that a creature didn't actually need?
When the X-ray pictures were placed up all over the board in front of her, Clarke didn't even wait for the doctors to tell her that there was nothing to worry about and that her flesh, as soon as the wings came out, would heal up and from the DNA tests they had taken, she could retract her wings at will.
She didn't care. She was out of there, just like a for now, unwinged bat out of hell.
She bolted out of the medic lab and out of SHIELD base and into the forest, ramming her fist into a tree, furious.
The tree came down in seconds, splintered at the middle of the trunk, the middle of the trunk in splinters from Clarke's assault.
Clarke's breaths heaved out.
She was furious. And in deep emotional pain.
In that moment, all her progress and all the insecurities that had healed over time were called into question yet again.
Her familial soulmates-her family, the Bartons, her fathers, Clint and Barney, her brothers, Wells and Pietro, her mothers with the X-Men, Rogue, Storm and Jean Grey, and so many others, her romantic partner soulmates-Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Carol Danvers, Hope van Dyne, Yelena Belova, Melina Vostokoff, Shayera Hol, Mari McCabe, Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli, Diana, Princess of Themyscira, Beatriz da Costa, Tora Olafsdotter, Sigrid Nansen, the Valkyrie-Brunnhilde-all of them, they all loved her.
And how was she supposed to explain how much of a freak she actually was to all of them?!
She was a freak, even amongst those who were commonly seen as outsiders.
It hurt.
It hurt so much.
Clarke's hands wrapped around another tree trunk, pushing her hands in, crushing the middle of the tree gradually as her fangs clenched and her blue eyes turned black.
After she brought down three more trees, she snickered.
She suspected that Poison Ivy would want to kill her, if that woman ever saw the damage that Clarke had done to these trees.
Then again, any threat from Poison Ivy would be welcomed by her by this point, even if Clarke was immune to all of Poison Ivy's toxins.
Clarke sniffled as she winced. Everything inside her felt like it was cracking apart, like it was a fragile piece of glass about to burst.
"Fuck," She said, "Why am I such an abomination?"
"Stop it." A voice said from behind her, and she gasped, whirling around to face who had approached her. Granted, she knew the voice, so she knew who was behind her, yet, she was stunned that this person had snuck up on her, even though she supposed she had been a bit preoccupied just now.
Clarke stared at one of her romantic partner soulmates. At Maria Hill.
Clarke swallowed hard. "What are you doing here, agent Hill?" She asked weakly, "Shouldn't you be with the rest of your species?"
Maria sighed, staring at Clarke deeply. "My species?" She asked, "And what species would that be? If they treat you as anything but one of our own, then they're not my species. I know that's hard for you to see right now, but that's the fact. I won't be lumped in with anyone who doesn't see you as one of us."
"'One of us?'" Clarke scoffed, snickering and she began circling around Maria, and Maria never tore her gaze from Clarke's. Not because Maria believed that tearing her eyes away from the younger woman would get Clarke to attack her-because Maria knew Clarke would never attack her, but because Maria didn't want to give Clarke any reason to stray further away from the base.
"And what does that mean?" Clarke asked, "'One of us?' Does it mean that you welcome any grotesque monster you find?"
"Clarke!" Maria snapped, her eyes narrowed and Clarke recognized anger in her lover's face, "You're not a monster. You're not grotesque. I don't want to hear any of this from you!"
Clarke snickered at this outrage. "Why?" She asked, "What good does it do to think that I belong here with people that aren't monsters?"
Maria glared at Clarke harder, "Stop it," She repeated, "You know you're just throwing a tantrum because you can't convince yourself that you're not an abnormality. And you're not one. But you aren't a monster. You aren't an abnormality. You aren't a freak. And you aren't an abomination."
Maria added when Clarke looked like she was about to protest, "Get over it. You're not. Having wings as well as being able to fly on your own, doesn't make you a monster. Nothing about you makes you a monster."
Clarke tensed up, looking uncertain, as Maria came over to her. Maria reached behind Clarke, her skilled, dangerous fingers stroking over Clarke's back, where the wings in theory would eventually sprout from. "Does having wings make you less of a good, sentient being?" Maria asked, staring at Clarke, never breaking eye contact, "Does being able to fly on your own? Does drinking blood? Does having super strength, speed and agility? Does super healing? Do fangs? Or does having blue eyes that turn black when you're aroused or angry?"
Clarke looked away.
"Killing children does." Clarke protested.
"Natasha has killed children." Maria reminded Clarke.
Clarke turned her glare back on Maria, "Natasha thought she was doing the right thing!" She growled, defensive, wanting to defend Natasha against everyone, even one of Clarke's other romantic partner soulmates.
Maria nodded. "I know that," She reminded her young lover and romantic partner soulmate, "And you know that. You killed the children of the Mountain Men because you were trapped and were trying to do the right thing for everyone else. You tried to do the right thing, so then, does killing those children, when you saved so many others-the children of the tribes, and the children of the Ark people and of the communities around us overshadow all the good you've done?"
Clarke winced, and glared at the ground.
"Listen," Maria said, pulling her arms away from Clarke's back and cupping Clarke's face between her hands, "I know that this is hard for you. Finding out one new thing after another. But you're not an abnormality. You've done good things. So many good things. If you're going to beat yourself up about the bad, then remember the good; I need you to. Natasha needs you to."
Clarke growled, but said nothing more than that.
Maria took her left hand from the side of Clarke's face and stroked it down Clarke's pale blonde hair. "Are you alright, honey?" She asked softly.
Clarke shrugged, not verbally responding. She had a hard time dealing with all the sweet pet names that her romantic partner soulmates called her, all the little words of endearment.
She wished she wasn't so vulnerable to those words of endearment. But every time she heard one of those words, she tended to soften up.
She leaned in a little, pressing herself against Maria and Maria wrapped her arms around Clarke, holding her tightly. "It's alright, sweetie," Maria promised Clarke, kissing the top of her head, "It's okay."
A few hours later, some of the Avengers got back from their mission. Clint, Natasha and Steve got out of the jet and headed to SHIELD base.
Steve went off to exercise, Clint went to go get food, and Natasha went to the infirmary, and after she was done, she got information from the infirmary about Clarke. As soon as she learned that information, she headed out to find Clarke, knowing what the young woman's reaction to the development of the wings would be.
She soon found Clarke, hiding out in Maria Hill's room.
Maria pulled a blanket over where Clarke was curled up on Maria's bed, asleep, and walked out of the room to talk with Natasha in the hallway.
As soon as the door was closed, Maria said softly, "I can't help but assume, Nat, that you've seen what's gotten Clarke so worked up."
Natasha nodded. "The wings," She said.
Maria sighed, "The wings, yep. She destroyed a bunch of trees outside when she found out. And she went on with her usual claims about how she was a monster and so on and so forth."
Natasha narrowed her eyes, jaw clenching. There were many things they both loved about their mate, their Clarke. But her self-deprivation and self-hatred, were not amongst those lovable traits.
"Did you find out how long it will be till the wings grow in fully?" Maria asked.
Natasha nodded. "They have a rough idea. They think that it might be in about a year when they're fully formed."
"Well," Maria said, "Hopefully it will give Clarke time to get used to the idea. Do you want to be here when she wakes up?"
Maria had no idea why she asked, when she already knew the answer, because it was the same answer she herself would give, but she had found herself asking the question anyway.
Natasha chuckled, smirking, "What do you think, agent Hill?"
Maria found a chuckle jumping out of her mouth as well at that. Together, they walked into Maria's room, closed the door and went to the bed, sitting down and waiting for Clarke to wake up.
Natasha didn't need to study Maria's face or investigate Clarke's body for any sweat, to know that they hadn't had sex before Clarke went to sleep. Clarke's body was still covered in clothes, save for her shoes and socks and her jacket. Though the sheets covered Clarke's upper torso, Natasha could see that Clarke was wearing pants and still had her T-shirt on-Natasha saw it just above the sheets.
Besides, there wasn't even a bit of the scent in the air that told her there had been sexual activity in a closely confined space.
Natasha reached out and stroked Clarke's back.
After an hour passed, Maria and Natasha making themselves busy by talking, reading and watching Clarke, appearing entranced just by the sight of her sleeping.
Then Clarke woke up, gasping as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.
She looked over at Natasha and Maria, startled.
"Oh, hey, Nat," Clarke said groggily, "You're back."
"Yes, I am, love," Natasha said, smiling, "Did you sleep well?"
Clarke nodded. "Yeah, thank you." She said, sitting up on the bed, combing her fingers through her hair, straightening it from the small mess it had been in previously after she had laid down. "Did…Maria, did you tell Nat?"
Maria nodded. "I did," She said, "Do you want to talk about it?"
Clarke snorted. "What's there to talk about?" She asked, "I have wings and it's just one more thing that proves that I'm a fucking freak."
"Clarke," Natasha said sharply, and Clarke almost jumped, looking at Natasha and Maria, startled.
Maria and Natasha both gave her a dark, warning look.
Clarke tensed, now nervous.
"Let's make something clear, Clarke," Natasha said, voice firm, but soft, that alto tone, as always, forcing Clarke to listen to every single word the redhead said, "We're not going to allow you to call yourself that. I don't care what we have to say or do for you not to call yourself that anymore. But just don't. You are a good, gentle, brave, selfless person." Clarke was startled by this, then about to protest when Natasha continued, "You don't get to call yourself a freak when you've done so much for others."
Clarke shifted back on the bed slightly, staring at the two older women.
"Clarke," Maria said, voice gentle, "Do you want to talk about this? Or keep coming up with self-deprecating comments?"
Clarke looked away, inhaling deeply, then huffing out.
"Fine," She said, "You want to talk about it? Then fine."
She looked at the two older women again. "What about it do you want to talk about?" She asked.
"Well, what do you want to talk about?" Maria asked, voice somehow even softer, "I know what you think. But how do you feel about it?"
Clarke threw her hands up, then smacked them down onto her legs. "Fuck if I know," She said, glaring across the room from the bed, at the wall across from her, "I fucking hate that I have wings. That I have fangs. That my eyes turn black. That I can heal so quickly. That I'm so strong. That I can drink blood. I hate it. I fucking hate it. So, there are my feelings about it. I hate all of it. Those are my feelings. Are you happy to hear about them now?"
"Clarke," Maria said, "I know you're in pain. I know you're angry. I know you're in pain. But we can help you."
"Help me?" Clarke asked, "Why, will you help me get rid of my wings? Make me normal? No, you can't. Want to bet that my wings will grow back as soon as I cut them off? No fixing that bullshit."
Both Maria and Natasha tensed up at Clarke words, and when Clarke looked at the two older women with her, she gulped when she saw their faces, realizing that she had probably just fucked up.
"Cutting off your own wings?" Natasha asked, and her voice sounded colder than before and Clarke shifted on the bed, uneasy.
Clarke let out a small hiss, but said nothing.
"If you ever suggest that we cut you in any way again…..," Natasha whispered, her voice carrying a near threat that was rare for her when she talked to Clarke, "Or let anyone else hurt you in such a way…"
Natasha let the threat hang in the air, and Clarke remained silent.
Natasha turned to Maria, and the two of them shared a look-a message shared between them without saying a word. Maria nodded to her and Natasha nodded back as they turned back to Clarke.
"Clarke," Natasha began again, "Will you let us do something?"
Clarke lifted her left eyebrow at them.
"Depends, I guess," She said, "What were the two of you thinking?"
Natasha and Maria smirked.
"Will you let us show you how much we love you? That we don't believe that you are a monster by any means. Will you let us show you that?"
Clarke glared at both older women at first, then looked down at her lap and nodded, speaking softly, "Alright. Alright. But I just want you to know that I don't believe anything you say."
Natasha sighed. She had figured that much. However, that was going to be something that they were going to work on, obviously.
"Do you remember your safe word, love?" Natasha asked.
Clarke nodded.
"Yeah, yeah," she said, "Charger."
Natasha smiled. "Good girl." She said.
She then said in a firmer voice, "Now, malyshka, get up and undress."
Clarke swallowed and nodded, doing as Natasha instructed. "Yes, mommy." She answered, earning groans from both Natasha and Maria. Clarke sat down on the bed after she was fully undressed.
Maria and Natasha smiled, watching her as she sat on the bed, her knees up to her chest as she waited for Natasha and Maria's next actions.
Maria and Natasha moved away from the foot of the bed and undressed themselves. Clarke watched, eyes glued to the two women as their beautiful, creamy skin were revealed to her. She swallowed when her eyes traveled over the slopes of their breasts and lower, to the glowing skin of their navels and stomachs, and down to their-
Clarke quickly looked away, realizing how dirty she was behaving. She knew they were lovers, but still, she didn't want them to think that all she wanted from them was physical stuff.
Her "perverse" action wasn't disapproved of, it looked, as she heard chuckles behind her, telling her that Natasha and Maria found her staring either amusing or endearing. Or both.
Maria reached the bed first and got up on it, right hand reaching out and cupping Clarke's chin, making Clarke turn back to her.
Maria smiled down at Clarke, the agent's blue eyes filled with mirth.
"You are not going to talk about how you are a monster or anything else like that," Maria ordered, "Not during this whole night we're together, understand?"
Clarke nodded, her head moving in Maria's hand.
Maria's smile widened.
Clarke then felt the bed dipping again, and she knew Natasha was getting up on the bed as well.
Clarke felt her hands being taken in the grasp of someone else's hands. Each of her wrists in one of Natasha's hands.
Maria let go of Clarke's chin and as soon as she did, Natasha pushed Clarke down along the width of the bed, and the redhead straddled the younger woman.
Maria laid down next to the two of them, leaning forward and sucking and kissing and biting at Clarke's neck. Clarke shivered, whimpering as Maria did this, Natasha released Clarke's left arm and her right hand went to Clarke's left breast and sucked hard on Clarke's left nipple.
Clarke squirmed under both women's mouths, whined and moaned as she did so.
Maria and Natasha both acted with great zeal and desire. They moved all along Clarke's body, sucking and biting and kissing her breasts, her neck, her shoulders, her stomach, her thighs, her back-between every last bit of their ministrations, by the end of it, Clarke was crying and pleading as they kept biting, sucking and kissing her all over with such zest, but also care, that she was trembling by the time she was on her back again, this time with both older women between her legs, holding her legs apart.
They began kissing their way up along her ankles, then her calves, then her inner thighs. Clarke was gripping the sheets of the bed, arms above her head as she braced herself, as they bit and sucked at her.
Natasha and Maria's faces were only inches from Clarke's cunt and her clit, and they both glanced up at Clarke, waiting for her to beg for more, or to say her safe word.
Then Clarke said the magic words, "Please! Please!" She cried, "Mommy-your mouths-on me, please!"
"As you wish, milaya." Natasha crooned, leaning in and placing her mouth on Clarke's clit, stroking her tongue all along the length of it. Clarke stiffened and arched up off the bed, moaning.
Maria acted then, her right hand going to Clarke's vulva and stroking her thumb along it, as she thrust her tongue into Clarke's vaginal entrance.
Clarke screamed, howled really, as her orgasm hit, rushing out and ravaging her body, making her thrash around on the mattress.
Clarke felt the almost painful pleasure tearing through her and she felt herself collapse to the bed, feeling boneless.
Maria then thrust her fingers into Clarke's cunt, pumping in and out of the younger woman, and her other hand went to Clarke's clit, as Natasha moved her hand away, and Maria began stroking her fingers of her other hand along Clarke's clit
Clarke's screams became louder and bounced around the walls of the room. Her head arched back and her back arched up off the bed as she shrieked.
Her moans of "mommy," "mommy," "mommy," filled the room as she bucked against her lovers.
Her cum streamed out of her as her orgasm hit and reached its peak, her cum spilling all over Maria's fingers and Natasha's chin.
Clarke slumped against the bed as she gasped.
Natasha moved her mouth as Maria pulled her fingers out of the younger woman, and her other hand away from Clarke's clit.
Natasha smirked at Maria and said, "Sit on her face, Maria."
Maria's eyebrows lifted up and she smirked, crawling towards Clarke's face, and Clarke, who had to have heard Natasha's order to the agent, weakly lifted her arms, taking hold of Maria's legs in a half-hearted attempt to get Maria to straddle her face.
Maria chuckled, "Sweet girl…"
She slowly lowered herself onto Clarke's face, and her eyes closed as she rested her hands against the wall, moaning as Clarke began to lick her.
Natasha then lowered herself more between Clarke's legs, burying her face in Clarke's cunt, licking up along Clarke's clit, then thrusting her tongue into Clarke's vagina, then licking along Clarke's clit.
Over and over again, Natasha did this, and continued to do it, when Clarke's hips began to tremble under Natasha's mouth.
Natasha smirked as she devoured Clarke's pussy, and sucked and licked every inch Clarke's clit. She could feel Clarke's next orgasm ready to spring forth and tear her and ravage her again.
Clarke brought Maria to the agent's peak, just when Clarke's next orgasm took hold of her and caused her to arch up off the bed, screaming into Maria's cunt and the vibrations sending Maria over the edge.
Maria moaned against the wall as she shook with her orgasm, and Clarke's muffled scream was heard as she bucked up into Natasha's mouth, cum flooding out again.
Natasha smirked as she licked up some of Clarke's cum, causing Clarke to stiffen up and gasp.
As Maria slowly got up off of Clarke's face, lying down on her side, next to Clarke, smiling and leaning forward, kissing Clarke's face and cleaning some of her cum off of Clarke's face. As she did that, Maria's hands reached out and the sweating agent took hold of Clarke's breasts and played with them, squeezing Clarke's nipples and groping her breasts. Clarke moaned again immediately, squirming around on the bed.
Natasha grinned, moving her head away from between Clarke's legs and crawling up till she straddled Clarke and began grinding her naked cunt against Clarke's, her clit grinding against Clarke's clit.
This brought yet another orgasm from Clarke and again, Clarke's eyes turned black as she snarled and came all over Natasha.
Natasha laid herself over Clarke, pressing her forehead to Clarke's. "You alright, love?" She asked the blonde.
Clarke nodded weakly. "Yeah," she panted, "Yeah, I'm okay. Just…wow."
Natasha and Maria both chuckled, grinning.
"You still ready to continue?" Natasha asked hungrily and she knew that Clarke did not miss the carnal need in her tone.
Clarke nodded again.
"Alright," Natasha said, smiling, and pulled away from Clarke, "Turn over onto your chest."
Clarke looked startled at this order, but nodded again. Natasha and Maria moved away a little, allowing Clarke to turn over onto her chest.
When she did, Maria and Natasha leaned down and licked and sucked and bit all over Clarke's back again, making her whimper and shake under them.
Maria licked her tongue all along Clarke's spine and Natasha carefully bit the back of Clarke's shoulders and along the length of Clarke's back, Clarke squirmed against the mattress, whining.
When Clarke's moaning got louder, Natasha stopped her ministrations and got up off the bed. Maria watched her leave the bed, curious.
Natasha went to her dresser and opened up the top drawer. As soon as she did, Clarke lifted her head a little and Maria snickered. They both had an idea of what was coming.
Natasha had a drawer full of toys that she loved using on Clarke. Maria had her own various toys-while she hadn't used toys much before she and Natasha had begun having sex with Clarke, but she knew enough about them, and had been using them more and more, since she and Natasha had gotten into a relationship with Clarke.
Natasha pulled out two items.
Maria grinned when she saw the two items.
A strap-on-a big one, and a butt plug.
She brought both items to the bed and got up on the bed. Clarke turned her head enough to look at the two things that Natasha brought over.
She moaned weakly at the sight of the two toys.
"Fuck." Clarke said dryly.
Natasha smirked.
"If you need to use your safe word," Natasha said, "Go ahead and do so."
Clarke shook her head, speaking quietly, "Don't want to."
Natasha and Maria both chuckled, already figuring this much.
Natasha then pulled herself off the bed and opened up the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out a tube of lube.
Clarke snorted when she saw that.
"You know I don't need that, right?" She asked.
Natasha shook her head at Clarke, "I'm using the lube, no matter what, dorogaya," Natasha said firmly, looking into Clarke's eyes, "We're not letting you make yourself feel any pain. Understand me, malyshka?"
Clarke whined slightly and nodded. "Yes, mommy." She said.
Natasha smiled and opened up the container of lube and pulled out gobs of it, slathering the plug and the fake cock up multiple times.
Clarke sighed, since she knew she sure as hell didn't need any lube, let alone that much lube, but hell, there was no way either Natasha, or Maria were going to risk her feeling any pain or discomfort, even if it was very temporary pain or discomfort.
When both toys were both fully lubed up, Natasha spoke softly, but firmly in that low alto tone that made Clarke feel heat travel down to her nether region again. "Now, get ready, malyshka," The redhead practically purred, "I'm going to put the plug inside you. Ready?"
Clarke whimpered and nodded.
Maria grinned, hands going to Clarke's rear and spreading her ass cheeks and Natasha picked up the plug and slowly worked it into Clarke's hole. Clarke groaned, eyes closing as she felt Natasha maneuvering the toy inside of her.
She felt herself being stretched. Stretched in that way she loved.
She could feel herself getting full as Natasha pushed the anal toy all the way up inside of her.
"Shit." Clarke groaned when it was inside her to the hilt.
"That good, baby?" Maria asked, smiling, already aware of the answer, and happily awaiting Clarke's confirmation.
Clarke nodded, moaning out, "Shit," She repeated, "That feels better than it should."
Natasha smirked. "Why?" She asked, "Because it's in your ass and not in your cunt?"
Clarke chuckled, as she groaned, "I didn't want to put it that way. But yeah. Sort of."
Natasha still smirked as she stared at Clarke and Clarke, through her haze, recognized the look and shivered. It was a gaze of carnal adoration. She didn't think such a thing could exist. But ever since starting her relationship with Natasha, she had learned all types of what could only be described as "filthy looks," were also in the same category as feelings of endearment, which were very common for Natasha, when it came to Clarke.
Clarke blushed under the attention of Natasha's loving and possessive gaze.
Natasha then instructed, "Turn over onto your back."
Clarke grunted, feeling the toy move inside her as she slowly did as she was ordered.
She turned over onto her back, allowing the toy to be pushed against the bed and into her further, if that was even possible.
Natasha looked at Maria. "Play with her breasts, Maria."
Maria nodded, smirking and did as she was told, scooting closer to Clarke and playing with their mate's breasts and sucking and pinching her nipples.
Clarke whimpered in response at the added stimulation.
Natasha smirked again, picking up the strap-on and buckling it on, strapping it to herself and edged close to Clarke's groin.
"Clarke, eyes open, dorogaya." Natasha ordered.
Clarke whimpered and weakly opened her eyes, looking over at Natasha and gasped when she saw that Natasha had the big, purple, thick strap-on on her person, lubed up and ready to enter her.
Clarke whined, spreading her legs wider.
Natasha purred, "I need words, malen'kiy."
Clarke whimpered almost painfully and nodded. She soon gave Natasha what she wanted to hear, "Please, mommy, please put your cock in me. Fuck me hard with your cock. Please, mommy."
Natasha smiled predatorily at this and leaned forward, thrusting her cock into the younger woman.
Clarke's scream tore from her throat as the width of the toy rubbed against her clit, bringing more and more moans and screams from the blonde.
Natasha lowered herself over the younger woman, pounding her fast and hard as Maria continued to play with Clarke's breasts.
Natasha thrust into Clarke over and over again, feeling her own pleasure building again. But she wasn't going to focus on that. She was going to make Clarke cum hard again.
She rolled her hips as she thrust into the younger woman again and again. She stared at Clarke, eyes never leaving Clarke's face as Clarke thrashed around, her head going back and forth, eyes shut almost painfully, as she bucked up into Natasha's fake cock.
Natasha leaned into the younger woman, thrusting in hard into Clarke.
Clarke roared, fangs flashing as her eyes glowed red, snarling as the newest orgasm tore through her.
Several orgasms later, all three women lay together, Clarke between Natasha and Maria, their arms wrapped around her, Clarke's head resting against Natasha's neck, all three of them sweaty and their thighs and cunts slick with cum.
Clarke shivered as she rested her head against Natasha. She panted weakly.
"You need further convincing of how much we adore you?" Maria asked playfully, her voice husky.
Clarke laughed weakly, tiredly, "No, I suppose not. You know…you know it'll still be difficult for me to…believe that I'm lovable. That I'm not…you know, what I say I am."
Natasha nodded, sighing.
"We know, love," Natasha confessed, "But we need you to understand," Natasha cupped Clarke's face in her hands firmly, though all three of them knew that Clarke could rip out of Natasha's grasp at any moment, given how strong she was, "We'll always tell the truth. And the truth is that you are not a monster, or an abomination," She pressed her forehead against Clarke's forehead, smiling, startling warmth in Natasha's green eyes that made Clarke gasp, "Don't ever talk about yourself like that."
Clarke sighed, leaning her head against Natasha's and nodded. She knew she wouldn't be able to talk like that in front of Natasha and Maria.
She knew it was close to impossible for her to ever NOT talk about herself that way, but she was so glad, so glad and so fucking overjoyed to know how Natasha and Maria would be there for her, getting her not to do it further.
For what had to have been the millionth time, she wondered what the hell she had done to deserve any of her romantic partner soulmates, particularly Natasha and Maria.
Clarke snuggled closely to both Natasha and Maria as they wrapped themselves around her, cloaking her with their bodies lovingly, protectively and yes, possessively, as well.
"We love you so much, Clarke." Maria whispered into her ear.
Clarke whimpered as she buried her face in Natasha's sweat damp hair as Maria and Natasha both cooed into her ears.
It didn't matter how she ended up with these incredible romantic partner soulmates, she wouldn't give them up for anything.