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Unrepentant

Clarke Griffin was a monster. She knew that.

And she was so pleased that Natasha hadn't rejected her yet. As Clarke began burying her face in Natasha's cunt, staring up at Natasha yearningly, usually sky-blue eyes, right now dark, focusing on her, desire in her eyes, her instincts completely overtaking her.

(I love you,) she thought to herself, (I love you so much.)

She watched as Natasha writhed under her on the ground, against the moss, her green eyes closed in pleasure. Clarke smelled everything from Natasha. Her cunt, her delicious cunt, lashing her tongue out and stroking Natasha's clit, up and down it, watching in delight as Natasha arched up into her mouth, moaning out long and low.

Clarke knew she was unrepentant. Oh, the blonde beast knew.

Because what else would you call a monster like her, being more than happy to put her mouth on someone as divine, as pure as this woman?

And what else would you call Wanheda, the Commander of Death?

Clarke knew that she was unrepentant. She had to be, for she was a monster to ever touch this divine being.

Natasha was a goddess. An ethereal, divine being, who deserved so much better than the monster she had between her legs. But Clarke could hardly complain.

She was unrepentant. So, therefore, she could hardly restrain herself from devouring Natasha's cunt. Natasha deserved better. But Clarke was too unrepentant to stay away from her, and keep Natasha safe from the monstrous being that she was.

And when Natasha let out the next deep moan, and Clarke's eyes flashing between black, and then blue, then black again, watched Natasha arch, Natasha's head falling back, her red curls falling past pale shoulders and her gorgeous body glowing in the moonlight, Clarke chuckled, sending vibrations through her lover, as she stroked her tongue against Natasha's clit, causing the Widow to scream.

When Clarke got sounds like that from her goddess? Why would she ever want to be repentant?

Author's note

No meaning to this story. Just a short story that I thought of.