Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, The 100, DC, the Carmilla web series or Teen wolf
Warnings for mentions of murder, thoughts of gangrape, stalking, reference to someone being skinned alive and eventual betrayal.
Foreshadowing for my Betrayal series in this fic.
Poor, sweet lamb, already caught in our web
"Do you have any idea what some of the things are that we want to do to you?" Natasha asked, looking at Clarke, almost sadly, as if Clarke should know the danger that she was in.
In her house, the house that had been built for her and her mates to live in, that was right next to the clusters of houses that belonged to her various family members, Clarke looked up from the picture she had been working on, finished up with the drawing part and contemplating what paints to use. She looked at Natasha and the others, curious. She had her headphones on her neck, and she had begun playing her music, Metallica's "Devil's dance" filling her ears, even if she hadn't yet put her headphones on.
"Hmm?" She mumbled, looking at them, curious, placing the piece of charcoal she had been using to draw down onto the desk in front of her.
Yelena snickered, sharing a smirk with Wanda, Mari and Diana.
Clarke saw this and wondered what they were getting at. Was there some joke she should be getting?
"Clarke," Dinah said, getting up from where she was sitting on the edge of Clarke's bed, "We'd never hurt you. But you know we'd never let you leave us, don't you?"
Clarke glanced at Dinah, hearing that, and she wasn't sure what they were getting at. She might have done a lot of stupid things over the years. She knew she had. But she wasn't a moron.
She knew what these women were. And she knew what the implications of her being their "mate" meant.
It meant that they wanted to keep her forever. And they were going to.
Probably even if she fought against them, which she wouldn't.
Clarke had done her research on vampires over her time knowing these women. She knew what vampires were. And even if she hadn't? She had seen enough about vampires in media to have an idea.
Did a lot of movies and TV shows have a lot of things wrong about vampires? Well, yeah. That went without saying.
Burning in sunlight? Ex-nay.
Dying from a wooden stake through the heart? Uh, no.
Turning into a bat? Where the heck had that ridiculous one come from?
Vampires couldn't eat food? Again, where did these myths come from?
Holy water? Crosses? Garlic? Seriously, who came up with that bullshit?
Vampires being undead? Um, how? How could something that was dead need something like blood? So no, vampires weren't undead, genius. Vampires had a full set of vitals, just like humans, it just happened that the vitals were very different.
Coffins? Honestly, did the people who made up these stories just have a death fetish?
But there were a lot of other things that they got right. The drinking of blood? Well, that one was a no brainer.
Being immortal? Yep.
Super strength, speed and agility and healing power? Hell, yes.
Powers like magic? Well, for Draugr, certainly. Amongst other types of vampires.
Fangs? Yes, and a lot of other things too. As Clarke had learned with vampires like Strigoi and Strix, there were wings too. And in the case of Strigoi? Tails, as well.
Clarke would not repeat what Natasha, Yelena and Melina had done to her with their tails. As soon as they had revealed to her that they had tails, they had easily guessed where exactly Clarke had wanted them to….put their tails.
And since they'd do anything for her…..
Needless to say, Clarke had done a lot of screaming in pleasure and had done a lot of moaning that night.
But in any case, there were other things that the movies, books and TV shows had right about vampires.
They were possessive. Very possessive. And dominant.
And Clarke wasn't stupid, she understood what it meant that she was their mate, and they had been waiting to find her for centuries and waiting for her to become of age.
They weren't going to do all that, just to fuck her, then let her go.
She understood the implications.
And while she was glad that they had told her that her family would be sired too, eventually, she still wasn't interested in being a vampire.
She had made that point very clear to her vampires. She wouldn't be a vampire. She was afraid of what would happen afterwards. So, she had refused. Something that she knew disappointed her vampires.
She wasn't going to lie and say that the guarantee that Clint and Laura Barton, and the kids, Jillian, Cooper, Wells, Lydia, Lila, Zachary, Jessie and yes, eventually, Nathaniel too, would be turned, wasn't an appealing part of the deal, but she couldn't be a vampire. She just couldn't allow it.
She still was slightly uncomfortable thinking about the younger kids being turned into vampires, especially little Natey. Her baby brother.
It had been a couple of years since her relationship with the vampires had started. And Natey was seven now. He was growing bigger and eventually he would learn about this vampire stuff inevitably.
As much as she trusted these twenty-five women, that was the one thing that made her nervous.
But everything else?
Clarke said, "Uh, yeah. Guys, I get it. I'm yours for eternity and yadda, yadda. I know, okay? I know."
She saw the skepticism in most of the vampires' eyes, clearly believing her to still be naïve and not understanding what she was involved with and not realizing how she might be in danger.
Clarke huffed, turning the music off, pulling her headphones off of her neck and placing them down onto the desk as she looked at them, amused. "Look, guys," she said, "I'm not worried. All of you have done nothing, but protect me and make sure I was happy and taken care of. Why the heck are all of you getting so worked up now?"
"Clarke," Diana said, from where she was seated, "You should know. Do you know what we were thinking, before we showed ourselves to you? When we listened to you one time with Shawn Garvin?"
Clarke frowned, listening. She hadn't thought of Shawn in a long, long time.
Shawn Garvin. had been her very last superficial relationship, before she had begun….dating, fucking, and such with these vampires.
He had been a perfectly decent young man. He just hadn't been what she needed.
Diana looked at Natasha and she nodded, turning to Clarke.
"All of us," Natasha said, sounding like she was hesitating in speaking her next words, "We all were so desperate. So tired of waiting for you to be ready for us, that we…it started to become difficult for us not to think about cutting to the chase, grabbing you and forcing you to be with us."
Clarke paused. "Go on," she said, not sure she understood fully what Natasha was getting at, but if she was right then she felt like she had every reason to feel heat to begin to pool between her legs.
It sort of was a given, because Clarke was positive that she was a sex addict.
Honestly, she couldn't think of any other explanation for why she had such a strong libido and why she basically got turned on by almost everything, as far as she could tell.
So, there was her theory.
She most likely was a sex addict.
Natasha answered, and Clarke was almost certain they could all smell her arousal just begin to start, "We were thinking about it when Shawn had his mouth on you."
Clarke answered, because she was a moron who liked to push her mates, "Which time?"
Clarke got the instant reaction she had been expecting. Possessive growls were let out all around her, making her snicker.
"You laugh," Natasha said, her eyes narrowed, not pleased by Clarke's joke, "But do you know what we were thinking back then? What we wanted to do? What we wanted to do, was throw Shawn off of you, grab you, drag you into the forest, pin you to a tree and tie you to it and…" here Natasha was looking almost remorseful with her next words, "And rape you."
Clarke's eyes widened as she absorbed this information.
Okay, she hadn't exactly been expecting that. Sure, she always knew that they had been possessive of her, but to that extent that they might just assault her?
No, she hadn't predicted that.
But then again, in some ways, was that really startling news? They had been looking for her for centuries. And when they had finally found her? She had been an child. Not even nine years old yet. They wouldn't have been able to even get close to her, unless they wanted to abuse the bond and hurt Clarke in some way. So, they had needed to wait. And they had gotten rid of the threats to Clarke's safety and mental stability over the years.
One of those threats had included Clarke's first boyfriends, Dax Summers, who had intended to have his friends gangrape her. The vampires had made very painful work of Dax and his friends, torturing them and leaving their bodies by the river, far from the Barton home.
Then finally, when Clarke had come of age, she had slept with as many people as she could, trying to bury all her pain. They had listened to her and watched her be with men and women alike, sometimes at the same time.
For them, these past fifteen years, before finally introducing themselves to her, must have been torture.
Did that excuse anything? Probably not, however, it certainly explained a few things.
And Clarke knew that there was a difference between what her vampires wanted to do to her, and what Dax and his friends had tried to do to her.
What Dax and his buddies had wanted to do to her, had been all about ruining something. About destroying someone physically, emotionally, mentally. They would have violated her and it would have been out of pure amusement and sadism. It wouldn't have mattered what she did after that. She could have killed herself and they would have cared. At the most, maybe they would have found it amusing that she would.
What Natasha and the other vampires were saying that they had thought about doing, had been about desperation. Hunger. Love, even. They desperately had tried to keep her safe, including safe from themselves. But they had just wanted her. Had just wanted her more than anyone in the world. Had wanted to love her. Even when they had gotten close to snapping and snatching her and forcing themselves on her, she doubted they would have been able to hurt her. And afterwards, they probably would have turned her, giving her eternity and trying to make up for what they had done for the entirety of that eternity.
Clarke knew there was a difference, screwed up as she was.
"Alright," she said, causing the vampires to pay more attention to her. She always had their attention, but now they were suddenly alarmed as Clarke continued, "You got close to raping me. I get it. But I'm still not scared."
And you know what? Maybe her not being scared after hearing that admission from Natasha and the others, was a sign of how fucked up Clarke actually was, however, she understood the difference between what they had almost done and what basically almost everyone else's reasons for committing a sexual crime of some type were.
At the startled looks she received Clarke said, shrugging and smiling, "Look, we've been together now for two years, right? I know you pretty well, I'd like to think. I know how possessive you are of me. And that sometimes it's really hard for you to control your instincts around me. Remember when I had to get four of you," Clarke looked meaningfully at all four Sable, Jennifer, Helena and Dinah, "To calm down and try to pretend to be human, and get out of a supermarket, so that you didn't fuck me right against a wall in front of everyone, and get you back here before that?"
"Ah, yeah, right," Helena said, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly as Sable smirked at the memory and Dinah facepalmed and Jennifer groaned, "I was hoping we could forget that."
"You kidding us?" Yelena laughed, "As soon as you got onto our property, I thought you four were just going to pin Clarke to the front lawn and fuck her there."
"We almost did," Sable chuckled, sounding almost sad that that wasn't what had happened, wishing that that had happened, instead of Clarke getting the four of them to the living room at least of their home, before Jennifer had her against a wall and had begun pulling Clarke's clothes off and Dinah had stuck her hand into Clarke's pants.
"Right," Clarke said, smirking as she remembered how jealous all four Sable, Dinah, Helena and Jennifer had gotten when Clarke had run into one of her former lovers at the supermarket. She had had to remind them over and over again, quietly, whispering in their ear that if they lost control of their instincts and did something, they might just end up exposing the vampire species.
"So, I'm saying that I get how difficult it was to hear me with other people," Clarke said, "And smell me with other people," she knew that that was a big one too. Her scent being mixed with others'? That had to be hard for them.
She added, "But I know that none of you would ever really hurt me."
Natasha scoffed, almost looking grim, "You trust us so much, Clarke. You don't realize how deep you are in this."
Clarke glared. "Oh, please," she said, "I'm your mate, right? And I've been having sex with you for two years now. We fought the dangers of my college together. We fought a giant angler fish together. We fought a fascist vampire hunter together." She would rather not think about that supposedly genteel Baron Vandorberg, best not think of him and his fascist ass. "We fought an actual goddess together. I think I can safely say, I know how deep in this I am."
Having graduated from the college about a year ago, having been held back, because of…..what could only be called supernatural reasons; which had consisted of vampire cultists hunting her and her friends, an evil angler fish, a baron that had been hunting vampires without distinction between allies and enemies, and an actual goddess who had been orchestrating everything and who had needed to be banished.
But now that she finally had graduated, she had moved into a house that had been built for her and her mates. There were a series of houses that flanked her parents' house, where some of her siblings and friends lived.
"Can you, though?" Nebula said, staring at Clarke knowingly, "You have no idea how close we got to raping you. You have no idea what types of things we thought of doing to you on those nights when we thought of it. And we knew that you would enjoy it. Because we knew what the things are that you like."
Clarke admittedly, did shiver at that.
Well, she wasn't sure they were wrong. If they had snatched her from her dorm those years ago? And had taken her into the forest and had each taken turns raping her? She wasn't sure she could say that she wouldn't have enjoyed what they did to her.
"What types of things did you want to do to me back then?" She asked, feeling more heat between her legs, wanting to hear it.
She already could feel herself wanting them to pin her against place and peel her clothes off.
She doubted that they didn't smell her desire.
Understanding the direction of Clarke's moods, Natasha growled, as did some of the others, and they inhaled deeply, watching Clarke with narrowed gazes, like predators watching their prey, prey that they had been stalking for years…..oh, wait.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Clarke?" Diana asked, her dark eyes somehow darker than before and hooded.
Clarke chuckled, "Do you need to ask? You know me. A sex addict."
She had told her vampires that she was sure she was a sex addict, ages ago. She had seen that they weren't all that surprised by that statement, but she suspected that they might have also been slightly relieved that she had acknowledged that her sex drive wasn't exactly normal for a human being of her age.
"Remember, Clarke," Natasha said, "You chose this. What we wanted to do, Clarke? Was to pin you to the ground outside of your dorm, tear your clothes right off, and chain your hands to the trees. And each take turns fisting you. Each take turns devouring you. And each take turns taking you with straps."
Clarke whined before she could help herself.
Shit.
She swallowed, "Can….do you still want to do that?" She was sure that they heard the hope in her voice when she asked that.
She heard Gamora chuckle and she, Hela, Diana, Mari and Natasha all shared the same predatory look and Clarke felt a thrill, knowing what was about to happen.
She heard Yelena snort, "Be careful what you wish for, babe. You're not going to be able to walk tomorrow, just telling you."
Clarke chuckled, "You guys aren't giving me a lot of reasons not to ask you to do this. Not being able to walk the next day is an incentive, it means I'm going to get my brains fucked out."
Diana, Helena, Dinah, Yelena, Mari, Carol, Brunnhilde, Sif, Anastasia, Tora, Beatriz, Sable and Felicia all laughed.
Hela, Natasha, Melina, Thundra, Nebula, Gamora, Sigrid, Hope, Jennifer, Wanda, Maria and Shayera all snickered darkly, knowing that they probably shouldn't be pleased by this, but pleased, nonetheless.
Seeing her mates' reactions, Clarke smirked, getting up and nodding to a window that showed the woods outside. "We should probably find a place far from the rest of the houses," she said, "Don't want any of the kids stumbling onto us."
Granted, it was more of "kid," now than "kids." Zachary was a teenager now, and he knew about sex. He wasn't of age, but he knew. And he had started to date his mate, a vampire from another coven, named Tim Drake. Jessie was almost thirteen, so she had an idea, based on what she saw online and what she heard from older kids.
Technically speaking, Nathaniel was the only "kid." But Clarke honestly didn't want to think about either Zachary or Jessie stumbling upon her and her lovers. Having an idea of what sex was or not, they were still underage. Then again, she didn't want any family member stumbling on her and her lovers for that matter.
She and her vampires got out of the house and left it, after Clarke locked the house up and they went into the forest. When they got far from the other houses, Clarke faced her lovers and said, smiling, pulling her jean jacket off, dropping it to the ground and looking suggestively at the twenty-five older women, "Well? I'm right here. You can do absolutely anything you want to me, and no one will be able to hear me scream for help."
Clarke heard hungry growls around her as she began taking off the rest of her clothes, and while she was undoing her belt? That was when her mates moved in on her.
Her hands were suddenly grabbed and lifted up, pinned above Clarke's head to the tree behind her, making the blonde gasp. More hands went to her body, pulling the rest of her clothing off.
Hands went to her belt and pulled it out of the loops of her pants and started taking her pants off of her.
When Clarke was fully dressed, she shivered at the night air. It was summer, so, she wasn't cold exactly, but it was cooler right now than it was during the day.
She saw some of her mates snicker and they pushed themselves up against her and Clarke felt their body heat flow into her.
Clarke felt her legs being pinned open, felt her breasts being cupped, and moaned when a mouth pressed against her, swallowing up the sounds she made.
Gamora was the one kissing her, as fingers entered her cunt. Eventually, those fingers became a hole fist and Clarke cried out and braced herself against a tree.
She knew that it was Jennifer fisting her, when she heard Anastasia crudely laugh, "Ride Jennifer's fist, slut. It's the only say you'll get tonight."
Clarke groaned, knowing that they'd stop as soon as she used a safeword, but still turned on by Anastasia's words, implying that she had no choice in this.
Yeah, definitely not a good sign that she got off on this.
The night went on. It was long and pleasurable. Clarke's mates had done exactly everything they had told her they had wanted to do to her before.
Each of them had taken turns fisting her. Each of them had taken turns eating her out. Each of them had taken turns pounding her with a strap-on.
Eventually, she finally passed out, and her mates let her rest, watching her as the blonde slept.
Her mates watched her as she slept, observing and admiring their handiwork from their small nips all over her pale skin and the sweat all over her that was beginning to dry.
Clarke, now unconscious on the ground, with several of her mates' jackets on her, laying between Felicia and Mari, with Natasha on top of her, staring down at her, and all of Clarke's other mates watching Clarke as she slept, had no idea how too late it was for her to get out of this.
She refused to let her mates sire her. But here was the problem. She thought she had a choice.
She didn't.
Natasha lifted her head and looked at the others, smirking at the other vampires and they smirked back.
Carol shook her head as she and Brunnhilde hungrily still gazed down at Clarke.
"She has no idea how trapped she actually is," Brunnhilde said, both sad and satisfied.
"No," Hela said, smirking, "She doesn't. But best we keep it that way, until it's time."
What was unspoken, was until it was time for them to sire Clarke. Whether Clarke liked it or not.
Clarke might have been turned on by the idea of being forced on, as long as there was pleasure, which honestly made the vampires really worried about Clarke mentally and worried about how much Clarke's trauma played into her hunger for sex, regardless of the context, but they doubted that Clarke would thank them for turning her against her will.
But if Clarke kept refusing to become a vampire? Well, it looked like that just might be what they'd have to do.
Understanding this, Natasha smiled sadly and stared down at Clarke, seeing Clarke perfectly with her vampire eyesight.
"Poor, sweet lamb," she said, her fingers stroking through Clarke's white-blonde hair as the young woman slept, her beautiful blue eyes closed. Natasha knew that this sweet lamb, had no idea how caught in this web she was.
And Clarke really didn't know, did she? She had the spiders who she was trapped in the web of, all around her, but she didn't realize how soon it would be until the spiders pounced and bit her, filling her with their poison.
Natasha heard chuckles around her, as they peered again down at the unconscious, beautiful woman under them who was their mate, watching the soft breathing from the young woman, as she slept under the jackets they had cloaked over her as she slept.
She was theirs. And she would be theirs for all of eternity. They hoped to get her permission when siring her, but they didn't really need her permission, did they?
She was going to be their mate for all of eternity, one way or another.
"Poor, sweet lamb," Natasha said again, watching Clarke sleeping hungrily, "Already caught in our web. So caught in our web, you have no idea that it's too late."
Natasha sensed the other vampires grinning fiendishly.
And it really was too late.
Clarke was theirs now, and there was no escape.
Author's note
Honestly, I hoped I pushed the "Clarke is a sex addict," narrative, because I feel like that's the only explanation for how endlessly Clarke's libido was in the original stories that WolfHowlRunner61 posted