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Shh, it's alright-your mommies are here
"Shh," Natasha Romanoff whispered against Clarke Griffin's right ear as the pale white-blonde-haired young woman's ear as the redheaded Black Widow bound the younger woman, the godlike being, who as she had learned later on, had magic too, in thick vibranium chains, "It's alright. Your mommies are here."
Vibranium would be broken in seconds by Clarke. However, Clarke wouldn't break the chains. Natasha knew this damn well.
Clarke Griffin, who had known nothing but brutality and neglect for years and years, was surrounded by her loving romantic partner soulmates. All of them more than happy to feed into Clarke's…mommy issues and be there for her, mother her and love her in ways that she had never known.
All of the women in this room with Clarke, told Clarke to call them "mommy." And Clarke was unable to do anything but do as they instructed. Because how could she refuse?
Eight of her many romantic partner soulmates surrounded her bed where she was chained up.
Natasha laid on the bed next to her, cooing in her ear and calming her. The other seven women, Dinah Lance, Mari McCabe, Maria Hill, Beatriz da Costa, Felicia Hardy and Hela surrounded the bed.
Clarke was approaching her twenty-fourth year. And it had taken a long time for them to finally get Hela out of her "ivory tower," of her royal palace and stop being so self-important about being the ruler of Asgard and was willing to work with the Avengers-for a price, obviously. That price? Access to Hela's romantic partner soulmate, Clarke Griffin.
Hela, as Clarke had learned, was very moralistic when it came to sex. She had no interest in working with the Avengers, unless Clarke willingly agreed. And she had no interest in sleeping with Clarke, lest Clarke was actually interested and consented fully. And Hela insisted that had she met the Avengers years prior, when Clarke had been below the age of twenty, she would not have agreed, as she would not touch Clarke lest she was a full-grown adult.
She had also brutally killed any of her soldiers who had tried to force themselves upon any prisoners or denizens of Asgard.
Hela, the goddess of death, for all her ruthlessness and brutality, and despite how much even the Hulk and Thor feared her, had a very strong moral compass when it came to consent.
As Clarke had learned, given that she had started having sex with Hela almost a year ago, when she had been twenty-two, she had learned just how borderline brutal Hela was when it came to sex. She didn't hurt Clarke, ever, but she was relentless in her fucking of her young mate, as Natasha and the rest of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates were.
And Clarke fucking loved it.
Around her, Clarke could sense Natasha turning and looking at the others, nodding to them to come closer and begin to place their hands upon their shared mate.
Clarke went through serious episodes of wanting to murder dozens and dozens of people in a rage. Bouts of her PTSD. At least, that was the psychological explanation. Clarke always scoffed at that explanation, rolling her eyes at it. She always saw it as a pathetic excuse.
In any case, she had gone through one of these bouts of rage, and her romantic partner soulmates had come up with an answer to the problem.
They would bring her to the bedroom, surround her, give her all their love and fuck her within an inch of her life.
It always worked.
Clarke knew it would work now.
Just having Natasha in the room with her was enough.
She and Natasha, she knew all her other romantic partner soulmates that she and Natasha had a very, very special relationship, even for soulmates, even for romantic partner soulmates.
All of Clarke Griffin's other romantic partner soulmates knew this and were happy for her and for Natasha. Clarke had seen many of her romantic partner soulmates fuck each other. They'd fuck in front of her to torment her and drive her to the point of begging, before turning their hot and heavy attention to Clarke.
And Clarke loved that. She loved watching her romantic partner soulmates have sex.
And at the moment, she didn't need to think about anything else. Just lose herself in the love and pleasure that her romantic partner soulmates offered her.
She groaned, hearing Natasha's whispers, urging her lovingly.
"It's alright, malyshka,"Natasha purred, "We have you. We all have you."
The other women in the room got up on the bed next to Natasha and Clarke.
Clarke closed her eyes, all her ragged, horrid and damaged thoughts about all that had mistreated her fleeing her mind.
She knew she was evil. Her adoptive mother, Abby had been happy to remind her, in case she forgot.
"It's alright," Natasha whispered, repeating what she said before, her hand gently cupping Clarke's chin, allowing Clarke to lean into her touch, "Your mommies are here."
Clarke moaned at the gentle promise of protection, then gasped, when she felt someone's mouth on her throat.
It appeared that the pleasuring of her body, had begun. And all Clarke had to do? Was relax. And allow her mommies to take care of her.