Devout

by SoaringHurricane

You'd think after having made love several times that Clarke would be satisfied. She is not. She always wants more of Natasha. And Natasha is more than happy to give Clarke what she wants.

Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

Prequel to my story, "Unrepentant."

Devout

Clarke Griffin knew that she was devout to Natasha Romanoff. No matter what.

So, when they were sitting together, soon after they had had sex, Natasha seated on the a small lump of grass and Clarke seated at her feet, both of them naked, sweaty and satiated, Clarke realized that she had not had enough of Natasha. Not by far.

And when Clarke leaned back against Natasha's legs, letting Natasha stroke her hair like she was petting a cat, Clarke slowly turned her head into Natasha's lap and whispered, "Please, mommy, let me lick you."

Clarke almost smirked when she heard Natasha moan and grinned when she saw Natasha's legs spread wide.

Clarke crept forward and buried her face between Natasha's legs, her ears being rewarded with Natasha's moans and cries as Clarke rotated her tongue from Natasha's hole, to Natasha's already hardening clit, and smirked as Natasha fell back against the mossy mound behind the redhead.

Clarke was devout to her beloved Natasha. And so, she would show her goddess exactly the kind of worship she deserved.